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One,

two,

three,

four, five.

Ready or not, here I come.

ANNA, THE DETECTIVE

Aleksey Grebniov’s spirit, present yourself.

Aleksey Grebniov’s spirit, present yourself.

Olga Aleksandrovna, wait.

Leave me alone. I don’t want to talk to you.

Olga Aleksandrovna, this is about your life and death.

I know you don’t love me, but I want to help.

THE DRAMA EPISODE 48

Leave! Go to my house. Nobody will look for you there.

I’ll send a note to my housekeeper. She’ll be waiting for you.

Are you out of your mind?

You can’t stay here. I know everything, but I’m your friend.

You need to disappear; otherwise you’ll go to prison.

You think I did it? I killed Aleksey? You are insane!

I know you didn’t plan it. You did it in a fit of passion.

You were talking to him, and he offended you, so...

I haven’t seen him since he had run away! I didn’t find him.

Olga, listen...

I followed you and...

saw you two talking. I’m sorry.

Then you must know I didn’t shoot him.

I... I didn’t see that. I left at once,

because I couldn’t bear... your humiliation.

And right after that I heard the shot.

I didn’t shoot. Yes, we had a fight. But I didn’t shoot. I just left.

Well, Olga...

It was you! It was you, bastard!

Excuse me?

-You killed him after I left! -Have mercy, Olga...

I won’t stay silent. I’ll tell Shtolman about your stupid jealousy

and the attempt to duel with Aleksey.

Olga, don’t go there. I know it was you, and Shtolman will find out.

Olga, I’m begging you! You need to disappear.

-Leave me alone. -Listen...

Yakov Platonovich! Take a seat, Yakov Platonovich. Please do.

"Have some rest; take a breath."

I must say, you have an awful job,

but you are doing it very well. Coffee?

No, thanks.

Well, tell me what’s going on.

We only have five suspects.

All of them had been in the park when Grebniov was shot.

All of them had a motive and opportunity.

What are their motives?

Semionov’s is jealousy. Tropinin’s – Yelena Nikolayevna’s will.

Olga could have killed him in a fit of rage.

The steward’s daughter – because he got her pregnant and abandoned her.

Finally, the steward – because of his schemes

with Prince Razumovsky.

The prince?

Yes, the prince, too.

He was here yesterday with Miss Nizhinskaya,

but left in a hurry before the play was over.

I suppose the steward was selling him Aleksey’s lumber at an understated price.

What?

-I’ve already sent my people for them. -Why?

To question them, along with everybody else.

Please leave me out of this.

Whatever you say.

And I’ll go back to my awful job, if you don’t mind.

I highly appreciate your work. Proceed.

Aleksey Konstantinovich, you see how confused things have gotten.

Everyone suspects everyone else.

Please clarify it for us. I know you can.

Rocks. Rocks... trees... creeper moss, and poisonous grass –

that’s all that’s left on the Earth. Silence, emptiness...

Snow?

Bravo! Are you also an aspiring actress?

I thought you really wanted to help, and you were mocking me.

Don’t be too harsh on me. It’s a joke. I couldn’t resist.

You think I’m delusional, don’t you?

Anna Viktorovna, please don’t be mad at me.

It’s my stupid attitude.

You know, I still think your advice was a good one.

So, I’ll continue, if you don’t mind. Please leave me alone.

Was it you who summoned the snow?

Please go. You are hindering my work.

I’m sorry.

Aleksey, is that you?

Why are you hiding? I can feel your presence.

-Do I have to come at your word? -Tell me who killed you.

-Does it matter? -Of course.

In this place where I am now nothing matters.

For you. Not for those who loved you and whom you loved.

I didn’t see the shooter.

A dark silhouette... and then a flash.

-Tell me where I should look for clues. -Don’t. There’s no need.

Yelena.

Please open the door.

We need to talk.

Yelena, please let me in.

Yelena, he wanted to sell the land. Yelena!

Yelena... Yelena...

Yelena?

Yelena!

Stay away.

She took an overdose of her sleeping medicine.

Her pulse is barely there.

-To the hospital, now! The carriage! -It’s waiting at the door.

She needs a lavage; otherwise, she might die.

Ulyashin, take the bottle. We need to check it for fingerprints.

Yes, Yakov Platonovich.

-Send the constables here. -Yes, sir.

Come on, hurry up. Move it.

Careful.

Hold the head.

Go! Go!

Mr. Tropinin, you can’t leave the grounds until the investigation is over.

I can’t let her go alone!

There’s nothing you can do for her. They’ll get her to the hospital.

-Mr. Chief of the Police! -I think Mr. Shtolman is right.

It’s impossible! I need to be with her. I can’t trust your idiots.

If you insist, I will send with Yelena Nikolayevna...

-Mr. Almazov, why don’t you go with her? -Of course. I’m ready.

I’ll go, to. You’ll stay in charge here. I’ll be waiting for your report.

Of course.

Hurry up, gentlemen. Please.

Hurry up. Let’s go.

You’re a monster! I’ll file a complaint.

Please give me a concrete answer.

Did Yelena Nikolayevna have financial problems?

Yes, she did. So what? Who doesn’t?

How was she going to solve them?

She asked me for money. But for now I am...

Who will inherit the estate?

Yelena Nikolayevna, of course.

We’ll get back to it later.

Where are you going with these questions?

Don’t you realize?

No, I don’t.

You have a motive.

Yelena Nikolayevna’s financial problems were solved with her son’s death.

So were yours. I don’t think she came up with the idea,

but you could help her with it.

Don’t go far from the house.

How can you?..

She’s dead.

She’s dead.

Did Yelena Nikolayevna ask her son for money?

A few times. But he said no.

Did Mr. Tropinin talk to Aleksey about money?

I don’t know. I suppose so.

What I do know is that Tropinin talked to me about money.

To you?

He suggested that I lent money to Yelena Nikolayevna

with out letting my boss know.

-Obviously, I said no. -Why didn’t you tell me sooner?

I didn’t think it was important. But now...

Now? What changed now?

I heard Tropinin talking to Yelena Nikolayevna... accidentally.

-She accused him of killing her son. -Did she say it in so many words?

She said she knew it was him.

What were you talking about with Prince Razumovsky during the show?

Selling the timber.

Aleksey Konstantinovich made a deal with the prince.

I was clarifying some details.

But your conversation seemed rather heated.

I wouldn’t say so. The prince was a bit upset.

He and Aleksey had had some disagreement before that.

Do you know what it was about?

No. You can ask the prince.

I hope you already know about Aleksey Grebniov’s murder.

I summoned you for a questioning regarding this case.

A questioning? Are you insane?

What were you and the steward talking about when the play began?

I had business with Aleksey. We were discussing some details.

What kind of business? What kind of details?

It’s none of your business.

Mr. Grebniov was killed 30 minutes after your conversation.

So what?

You didn’t stay to watch the performance, though you were invited. Why?

-I wasn’t interested. -You weren’t interested.

Weren’t you going to start a theater company with Grebniov?

I had attended the rehearsals and read the play before.

You were seen heading in the direction where later the body was found.

What are you suggesting? How dare you?

Yakov Platonovich... we’ve got the results.

You won’t believe it.

Don’t leave the house. We’ll get back to our conversation.

Listen! This is outrageous.

Do they think I killed Aleksey?

I’ll talk to him.

Please do. Make your copper see sense.

I’ll be in the park.

Anna Viktorovna, are you still here?

Yes. We’ve been looking for Aleksey Konstantinovich.

I think the nightmare isn’t over yet.

It is a nightmare. They brought me here under police escort.

They were asking stupid questions.

Never mind them. It’s a standard procedure.

-I hope they don’t suspect you. -No. I have an alibi.

Why are you still here, then?

Oh, I see. You’re taking part in the investigation.

No. I’m just trying to help.

Then you can confirm I’m innocent. Ask a question, and you’ll get the answer.

I know you are innocent. Of course.

Then please make Shtolman understand it.

He thinks I killed Aleksey.

-I don’t suppose he really believes it. -Then he’s just torturing me.

-You’ve been avoiding me lately. -I know what you’re going to ask next.

Kirill Vladimirovich, I think I have an answer.

No. I can’t be your wife.

I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I’m sorry.

Anna Viktorovna.

The fingerprint on the pistol belongs to the steward’s daughter.

Can you explain your fingerprint on the barrel?

I was dusting the study. They were in the box. I wiped the dust from them.

Don’t you have housemaids for this?

Sasha helps with some chores. Why shouldn’t she?

Tell me the truth. What were you doing with the gun?

Are you accusing my daughter of lying?

If you’re going to interrupt me, I’ll ask you to leave.

Yesterday you took the gun and went to the park.

You were looking for Aleksey, and you found him.

No, I didn’t.

Why would she look for my boss with a pistol in her hand?

Aleksey Konstantinovich...

had seduced your daughter and then lost interest.

She left her in the family way.

How dare you?

Mr. Semionov told us you asked him to find a doctor, a healer.

Why did he do it? He promised to keep a secret.

Anyway, how could your fingerprint get on the pistol?

I just wanted to take a look, out of curiosity.

They were going to have a duel the day before yesterday.

A duel?

Exactly. A duel between Aleksey and Semionov.

Didn’t you know?

No. What was it about?

Olga, of course. It was all because of her.

But it was cancelled, wasn’t it?

Olga stood between them and... reconciled them, I think.

And the pistols went back to the box loaded.

I just wanted to look!

You’re free to go so far.

Don’t leave, though. Stay inside.

Daddy, I...

My head is spinning. Yakov Platonovich, didn’t she say that in the beginning?

-Find Semionov. -Yes, sir.

He’s there on the bench near the deck.

Three days ago, you challenged the victim.

You slandered Sasha to make her a suspect.

We found your shoeprints at the crime scene.

All this is evidence against you.

Did you kill Aleksey Grebniov?

I did.

You are under arrest. Escort Mr. Semionov to the parlor.

Keep an eye on him.

Yes, sir. Come with me.

Semionov is innocent.

I overheard their conversation.

-The spirits’? -No. Semionov and Olga’s.

-He has just confessed. -He’s protecting her.

-All evidence is against him. -Why are you harassing the prince, then?

Because I’m not sure about it.

Polonskaya is dead.

How do you know?

I just saw her. It means she’s gone. And the prince is innocent.

Of course. Like Caesar’s wife, above suspicions.

This is unbearable. When will you start to trust me?

I do trust you. But you want unconditional trust.

Are you a messiah?

You know, I might accept the prince’s proposal, after all.

Why?

-Or have you said yes already? -No. But I think I will.

I said you couldn't leave the house.

Am I under arrest?

You are summoned for questioning. What were you doing there?

-Destroying evidence? -What are you talking about?

What were you and Grebniov discussing 30 minutes before the play began

and an hour before he died?

We had business together.

-And the lumber deal. -I’ve told you all about it.

I know you had a fight.

I’m leaving.

I won’t say another word without my lawyer.

Nobody said you could go.

Who do you think you are?

-I’ll destroy you, you sleuth! -No, I’ll destroy you.

I’ll... ruin you! I’ll smash you.

-I’m calling you out. -I’ll be delighted. Tomorrow morning.

Excellent. I’ll send my second.

Please keep in secret everything you’ve just witnessed, including the challenge.

-Of course. -You can trust us.

Mr. Tropinin, I have a few questions.

Gentlemen.

What was your relationship with Aleksey?

Strained. Of course he was upset with me,

like any young man would be with his mother’s lover.

Did he ask you for help in his writing efforts?

No. He despised me.

Olga. Semionov has confessed to the murder.

Did he? I knew he would.

You know he didn’t kill anyone.

Are you from the police?

Semionov will go to prison for nothing. You didn’t tell Shtolman

you had had a conversation with Grebniov on that day.

-Leave me alone. -Wait. I’m asking you for help.

What manuscript was Aleksey so worried about?

I don’t know anything about it.

Do you really think it was Razumovsky?

I don’t think anything. I’m investigating.

What is it? A petty revenge?

You should decide whose side you’re on.

Yours. I’m always on your side.

That’s why I don’t want you to look stupid.

This is very touching. Where were you at the time of the murder?

Here, ith a number of witnesses. This Almazov was singing.

And then?

Then everybody started looking for Grebniov. I left.

Maybe you left because you knew he had been dead.

Are you all right?

Why did you leave?

Because, unlike your Anna, I’m not interested in the investigation.

I realized the night was ruined and left.

Tell the prince to recall all details of last night.

Anna, excuse me, have you spoken with the deceased already?

Do you know who did it?

No. You’re overestimating me.

Maybe you know who didn’t kill him?

The prince didn’t. The steward’s daughter – hardly.

As for the rest, Yakov Platonovich Shtolman is conducting the investigation.

You should ask him.

He thinks it was the prince.

He’s the detective. I’m not going to comment on his actions.

It’s good I was at the deck with you at the time of the shot.

Otherwise, he’d suspect me, too.

Aleksey’s spirit, present yourself.

Aleksey Grebniov’s spirit, present yourself.

Aleksey Grebniov’s spirit, present yourself.

Aleksey Grebniov’s spirit, present yourself.

-An innocent man confessed to the murder. -Nobody is innocent.

In terms of the eternity, yes.

But here and now an injustice will be committed.

-Who killed you? -The one who steals, kills.

Tell me who it was.

It doesn’t matter. Now it doesn’t matter at all.

Your mother is dead. Don’t you want to punish the culprit?

Your High Nobleness.

Mrs. Polonskaya was dead on arrival to the hospital.

-Don’t tell anyone yet. -Yes, sir.

Tell me again what happened.

I hated Grebniov... because she loved him.

When she stormed away from the stage to the park, I found him and shot him.

Where did you get the gun?

At the study. The box was sitting on the table.

Nobody had thought of unloading the guns. I killed him. I confessed.

What else do you want?

Escort him to the precinct.

You are so shrewd! Don’t you see he’s lying?

Let the killer think we believe Semionov.

So, you don’t believe he did it. Whom do you suspect?

I’m not sure yet.

I talked to the deceased. He said, “The one who steals, kills.”

What does it mean?

I don’t know. He showed me his manuscript.

It might have something to do with the play.

Can you help me? I need your help.

Of course I can.

Could you repeat this experiment, a seance, like in our first case.

The case of the drowned women, when the killer incriminated himself.

Of course. I’ll do all I can.

What is going on? It’s cold out here.

When will they let us go home?

I asked you to come here for an investigational experiment.

Haven’t you arrested the killer?

Mr. Semionov confessed,

but his confession isn’t supported with evidence.

-There are some doubts. -Is the killer still among us?

The experiment will go as follows.

Anna Viktorovna will summon the victim’s spirit

and ask a few questions.

Please form a circle.

Must we do it here? What kind of circus is this?

We must. The spirits are more cooperative in the spots

to which they are connected emotionally. Hold your hands, please.

Aleksey Grebniov’s spirit, present yourself.

Aleksey Grebniov’s spirit, present yourself.

Aleksey Grebniov’s...

The manuscript! I know where the manuscript is.

I’ll tell you where it is.

Not now. At midnight. At midnight!

You can release your hands.

What was that?

Everybody may go, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you.

What does it mean?

You’ll be called to the precinct if the need arises.

God knows what it is.

Now, let me ask you what it was. A show? Or was it real?

A show, of course. In reality, the spirits don’t want to talk about it.

Nothing matters for them anymore. They are content.

We’ll just wait until the killer betrays himself by hiding the manuscript

in a different place.

What’s this manuscript? Why is it so important?

I have some theories. But let’s wait. I’ve called the time. It won’t be long.

How dare you? It’s not yours. What do you think you’re doing?

Police! Police! Stop it!

Let go!

What are you doing, Mr. Tropinin? Fighting with a lady?

Yakov Platonovich, here.

Prometheus?

Grebniov was the real author.

You are under arrest, Mr. Tropinin,

on suspicion of murder.

Come with me.

Let’s go inside.

Two years ago, when I already was with Yelena Nikolayevna, I met Aleksey.

He told me about his dream to become a playwright and let me read his play.

I thought it wasn’t that bad and offered to a theater company director...

under my name, because I wanted him to pay attention to it.

He was thrilled and immediately offered to produce it. So...

I made a mistake.

I didn’t tell him the play wasn’t mine. I just couldn’t.

None of my own plays was ever accepted so eagerly.

So, you made a deal with Grebniov?

Yes. I persuaded him it could only be produced under my name.

His mother would play the lead. In the end of the day, he agreed

on the condition that I would help promote his other plays, under his own name.

Yes. But he hadn’t written anything good since then.

Yes. Prometheus was a huge success.

It brought true fame to Yelena and me.

There was no way back. Aleksey realized that if he revealed his authorship,

the inevitable scandal would ruin both his mother’s career and mine.

But yesterday he decided to come clean.

Yes. He told me before the performance that he won’t keep silence anymore.

When Yelena Nikolayevna came back and said the show was disrupted

and that Aleksey ran away to the park, I knew he would do it.

Where did you find a gun?

After Yelena had told me, I went to the study and took the pistol.

I knew it was loaded.

Olga. I suppose you knew about Aleksey’s plans to announce his authorship.

I did. He told me where the manuscript was.

So you decided to blackmail Mr. Tropinin after his death.

What did you demand? Money?

What would an aspiring actress demand?

To help her find job in St. Petersburg.

Mr. Tropinin, you are under arrest. You will spend the night in your room

guarded by a constable. Tomorrow, we’ll go to the presinct.

Ulyashin, take care of this.

I’ve been looking for you everywhere. What are you doing here?

I was going to leave. My carriage is waiting.

But I felt an urge to come here.

Do you need a ride?

I have to stay with the suspect. Tomorrow, a police carriage will be sent for us.

Will you let poor Semionov go?

Of course. But I’ll hold him for a few days.

He deceived the investigation, taking the blame upon himself.

Could you do what Semionov did?

-What do you mean? -Take the blame to save someone you love.

I’m sorry, Anna Viktorovna.

Forgive me for everything I’ve done. All the strange and foolish things.

Are you leaving?

No. Please forgive me.

It feels like a goodbye.

-It’s just my mood. -No. This isn’t you.

Do you forgive me or not?

Of course I do. Forgive me, too.

It’s like Shrove Sunday for you and me today.

Yes.

I lied to you.

I said no to the prince.

-Did you? -Of course I did.

You need a rest.

See you tomorrow, Anna Viktorovna.

Are we going to see each other tomorrow?

If God allows.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye.

Are you writing an article for your newspaper?

No, it’s just some notes.

I want to ask you something. Just don’t be shocked.

I don’t think I can be shocked after today.

Please be my second.

Are you serious?

Absolutely. You saw it for yourself.

-I have nobody else to go to. -How about Ulyashin?

He can’t. He’s a police officer. And you are a free man.

There’s no danger for you in it.

You did surprise me, after all. I’m honored, but I can’t do this.

-Why? -What if you get killed?

So what? Yesterday we didn’t even know each other.

You don’t know either the prince or me.

You are a very weird man.

Beside, you’re a writer. It would be an interesting experience for you.

You don’t get such chances every day.

No, I don’t need an experience like this. I don’t know much about dueling.

You don’t need to.

The prince’s second will soon be here, and we’ll talk about it.

No, excuse me, this is impossible.

Why don’t we start, gentlemen?

Gentlemen, this is your last chance to reconcile.

Think about it.

Let’s start. On your marks!

No. You’re repeating yourself. It won’t work this time.

Prince, I’m begging you to stop.

-This is... -Silence! You are violating the rules.

-Stop! Stop it! -No!

-Stop it! -Enough!

-No! -No!

Why?

Please don’t.

What is this drama?

We can’t proceed. Gentlemen, this isn’t over.

Yakov Platonovich, I owe you a shot.

-Anytime. -No!

Please! I’m begging you.

How stupid. What was it about?

How did you find out about the duel?

Grebniov’s spirit came to me.

I ran to the prince’s house, but he had already left.

Nina was there. She came with me.

Tell me... what was it for?

-I hate the prince, and he hates me. -So what?

He has a shot left. He can demand satisfaction at any moment.

It’s all my fault. I lied to you that I had said yes to the prince.

Why did you lie?

I don’t know. I wanted to make you jealous.

You have succeeded.

THE DRAMA