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ANNA THE DETECTIVE

EPISODE 50. THE WISE THIEF

Father Fiodor, come here.

Can you answer my questions?

I didn’t kill him, I swear.

I didn’t see him for a while, and... He was lying there.

And then you came.

Did you see any strangers?

There were a few parishioners inside the church.

Nobody was at the courtyard.

So who killed him?

How would I know?

I came in, and he was there. I took the knife out.

Look closer. Is anything missing?

I don’t think so. What’s there to take?

Right.

The map. There was a map on the wall.

Right. A map of the cemetery and the churchyard.

Who might need this map?

I have no idea. I’m tired. Can I leave?

Unfortunately, no. You need to come with us.

What?

-You’re arrested on suspicion of murder. -Am I going to jail?

All right. I just want to lie down.

The barn where the icon had been found was marked with a cross sign on the map.

-So? -I don’t know.

He was killed with one strike in his heart.

His death was instantaneous and happened no more than 2-2.5 hours ago.

He was a good man blessed with God’s grace.

Send the body to the morgue.

Lots of evil, lots of evil. He will come.

-Who? Kudeyar? -Kudeyar, my fiance.

-What does he want? -He was disturbed.

I wish with all my heart I could believe in your innocence.

But look at it from our point.

You were standing there with a knife, stained with blood.

Everything was against you. Is the murder weapon yours?

Mine? Are you out of your mind, my son?

A clergyman wandering around the house of God with a knife? Think about it!

I am thinking. Help me to find some lead to vindicate you.

Anton Andreyevich, people can hear you in the street.

I’m sorry.

Calm down, gentlemen.

Father, all evidence is against you. The knife in your hand, nobody around...

And the black coat! Why did you go to Mazayev?

Me? To that godless man?

Yes. You came to him, then your deacon was there, and then you killed him.

That’s the picture I see.

It’s not a picture but a misunderstanding.

-So, Illarion used to visit him. -He did.

Here is what I think. Illarion decided to find the fortress map.

This icon seduced him to become a treasure hunter.

And he was killed by another crazy man.

What for?

The icon. It was the only lead to the treasure. God save us.

Father, do you really believe it?

Yes, God forgive me. To use holy icons for devilish rites.

Just think about it. If anyone is able to shed some light on this black Sabbath

and give peace to the lost souls, it’s definitely not the police.

Yours truly, after a thorough investigation and studying all evidence,

has come close to solving the mystery of the Wise Thief icon.

The legend says it will point to Kudeyar’s treasures, but it doesn’t say how.

So you think the deacon and an unknown person fought over the icon.

I think so. Kudeyar’s spirit is wandering around again, confusing people’s minds.

Suppose it’s true. But the facts tell us there was no unknown person.

It was you and the deacon who fought over the icon.

God forbid! I was the first one to fight the treasure-hunting fever.

Of course. But the devil has seduced you, too. You knew when Karamyshev

was supposed to convoy the icon.

I was the one who saw him away and blessed him. Do you think after that

I mounted a horse, caught up with them... and shot him with a gun? What a picture!

It might be. But the finishing stroke is the fact that the church horses

have horseshoes similar to ones the killer’s horse had.

Look at these horses. How far can you go on them?

You’re tired, Father. Guard!

Evgrashin, take Father Fiodor to the cell.

The author dares to claim he’d be able to find the treasure if he had the icon.

This pen-pusher! This scribbler! Just look at him!

Something bad is going to happen to him.

Riabushinsky? I don’t care even if he has tuberculosis.

Don’t say this. I feel something bad is going to happen to him.

This Riabushinsky is a liar. He doesn’t know anything.

What if the person who stole the icon thinks Riabushinsky knows its secret?

He might be the next.

Come on, Anna. Nothing will happen to him. You are too imaginative. You need to...

Rest? Everyone has been saying this lately.

Everyone is right.

Father Fiodor’s coat isn’t a proof that he was at Mazayev’s.

There are dozens of coats like this one around.

I don’t believe he’s guilty.

Yakov Platonovich, he was found with the murder weapon.

That’s why we didn’t let him go so far.

Fine. How do you think we should start?

First, the vodka. We need to find out where the suspect bough it.

-You said it was rare and unusual. -Yes.

Second, the horseshoe. Visit this cavalry captain’s riding school.

My dear Nina, I’m so happy you is here.

I like it here. Is this where you study your mist?

Sometimes. I more work at my lab. It’s farther.

-Why did you leave England? -It’s a big story.

We’re not in a hurry.

I am a scientist. I want to make my ideas real.

I give it to British government.

They didn’t let me work. First did, then didn’t.

Then they offered I work for the Russian government.

My wife died then. I went to Russia.

What is it you’re inventing? I’m curious.

No. I can’t say.

I won’t tell anyone. Is is something big?

-Is something big. But I can’t say. -Too bad. You’re torturing me on purpose.

No. I’d tell you all. But I signed a promise not to tell.

I was joking. Not another word!

To you... my genius.

Annett, Yakov Platonovich is here for you.

Well?

-Good morning, Anna Viktorovna. -Good morning, Yakov Platonovich.

I’m sorry for bothering you. I heard that you were sick.

It’s good of you to come. Take a seat.

-How do you feel? -Good.

It’s good. I was here yesterday. They told me I couldn’t see you.

Did they? They didn’t tell me. My aunt must have decided herself.

-How is your work? -As usual.

Are you working on the lost icon case?

-I envy your knowledgeability. -Deacon was here. Illarion.

What?

-I don’t want to upset you, but... -What?

Deacon was killed yesterday.

How? He was here just yesterday. He was excited about the icon.

Don’t worry. I’ll solve the icon case. You should leave it alone.

What do you mean? You don’t believe in these things.

It doesn’t matter what I believe.

As you see, things are happening all the time.

It’s because of me. The mathematician was right.

It’s happening because of me.

Not because of you. I never thought of it this way.

That’s what you’re saying. Things are happening around me.

You need to rest. You have a morbid outlook of all this. It will pass.

Believe me, it will pass, and everything will be fine.

I wish.

I have to go. Get well soon.

Russia has delightful nature.

Yesterday it was sun, it was warm, and now it is snow.

Everything white, white.

Who is this?

Where? A bear?

Stop. Stop!

Oh God.

Oh my God. Nina, Nina!

It’s Prokurin from Third Platoon.

He didn’t come back yesterday after the fog.

He must have lost his way.

Oh God.

What are you waiting for? Take him in hospital.

What’s wrong with him?

Don’t worry, don’t worry, Nina.

Oh God.

With vodka, things don’t look promising. I don’t think we’ll find him.

Many people were buying it yesterday. Over 20 men wearing black coats and hats.

No names, no prominent features.

This kind of vodka is only sold at one store owned by – who do you think?

-Corporal Serebriakov’s sister. -So?

Nothing. It’s just curious he has a sister in this town.

Call the officer who was on guard at the ward.

In a minute.

-Sinelnikov! -Yes?

On the double.

Reporting on your order, Your Honor.

You said there were no outsiders in the ward.

No one.

-Did any of our people come inside? -Yes. Corporal Serebriakov.

-Why didn’t you tell me? -You only asked about strangers.

-Dismissed. -Yes, sir.

Gentlemen. Father Fiodor is in a cell. We also have three bodies.

One of them – a police officer. The city is full of stupid rumors.

Riabushinsky is adding fuel to the fire. Did you read his dirty paper?

He claims that he knows how the icon reveals treasures.

This is the big picture.

Now tell me about your progress.

We have a new suspect, a man in a black coat.

He was at Mazayev’s yesterday to copy the map of the Kudeyar Fortress.

-Good. Release Father Fiodor. -How?..

Let him go. I know he was arrested with the murder weapon.

It doesn’t mean anything.

He explained it. You don’t believe he’s guilty.

I don’t. But...

Release him. It’s ridiculous to blame a clergyman.

The public and... the congregation are indignant.

Let him go.

-Fine. Let’s do it your way. -What’s with the black coat?

Yesterday, Mazayev was drunk as always. But he recalled that his visitor

had spilled paint thinner on his clothes. It might have damaged it. It’s evidence.

Yes. Focus on this. Look for the coat with a hole.

Yakov Platonovich, I have a delicate request.

Did you see today’s article by Riabushinsky?

About the icon?

No, that was yesterday. I mean today’s issue.

I don’t follow Riabushinsky’s opuses.

It discusses an unprecedented increase in crime in our town.

It further claims that the town suffers from...

the appearance of...

Water?

Thank you. From dark powers plaguing it.

Do you think it’s worth consideration?

Of course, Yakov Platonovich. Don’t you see something weird is happening?

What are you talking about?

The increase in crime. Murders happen almost every day.

People are discontented.

Common people talk about it in the markets.

Yakov Platonovich, please talk to Anna Viktorovna.

What about?

Let her leave the city for six months. I’ll deal with Father Fiodor.

-Is Serebriakov here? -Yes, at the front desk.

I have an idea. Will you play along?

The stranger in black had spilled on himself a liquid known as Persian flame.

It causes horrible ulcers if it gets on one’s skin.

The damage begins to show in a few days and is virtually incurable.

I think I heard about it. It’s a solution based on acid.

-Correct. It can be easily neutralized... -Is it?

...with common castor oil.

The murderer probably is unaware of that and will turn to doctors.

I think we should warn the doctors.

-Please do that. Did you get it? -Not yet.

Watch Serebriakov. If he runs to the drugstore for castor oil,

it means he was at Mazayev’s.

He sent the icon, and he could catch up with the cart.

The vodka was from his sister’s shop.

I’ll go talk to her, and you keep an eye on him.

I’m beginning to understand.

Well, my son? Have you found the murderer?

We are looking for him.

Hurry up. People see and understand everything.

People won’t be silent.

I know that people’s opinion is a dangerous force.

You know, Father Fiodor, can I talk to you about a personal matter?

I’ve been feeling uneasy lately.

-Visit me, my son. -Thank you.

Hello.

What can I do for you?

I’m from police. I need some details for your brother’s personal file.

He was transferred here from Tambov province, right?

Yes. Not long ago. Why don’t you ask him?

He is never at the precinct. Too busy with his work.

So, was he born in Zatonsk?

Yes, we’re from here. Sergey left when he was young.

First to Moscow, then Tambov,

and now he came back to be closer to his son.

His son?

You didn’t know?

He’s was left a widower with a son. In summers,

he’d bring him to stay with me in Zatonsk. Seven years ago, this fever began.

Everybody was looking for treasures. So was he, with other boys.

He was buried in a rubble slide.

That’s horrible. Did it happen at the Devil’s Fortress?

Yes. I didn’t look after him properly.

He was seven. They buried him here.

That’s why Sergey came here: to be closer to him.

-Father Fiodor, they let you out! -As you can see.

I’m so happy for you! Wait. Tell me all the details.

What did they ask you about? Why did they release you?

Because I’m innocent. Are you going to write about it in the paper?

Of course. This is big news. Father Fiodor is innocent!

This is no news. It was clear from the beginning.

Your articles are confusing people, provoke distemper.

Why are you fueling this Kudeyar fever?

You know very well how it might end.

Let me explain it to you, Father Fiodor. I’m just a journalist.

It’s my duty to respond to the events taking place in our city.

You are stirring up discord!

You and your paper are an ulcer on the community

which has to be eliminated.

I’d like to point out that the community wants to know what’s going on in this town.

-My publication serves this goal. -Your publication is Satan’s semen!

This is too much. Father Fiodor, you’re overreacting.

Hey.

Drive!

Anna, I’m sorry. I’m worried. I needed to see you. How do you feel?

Thank you. Much better.

I can’t bear the thought that you fell ill because of that duel. I’m very sorry.

That’s why I’m here. I accept you rejection and hope to remain your friend.

Yes, of course.

Thank you. Did you hear from our poor Alice?

No. I was going to ask her about her.

All me effort was in vain. I don’t even know where to look.

Too bad. I know that the police hasn’t made much progress, either.

And you?

What?

You probably tried to summon Alice’s father’s spirit.

Yes.

Did you talk to him?

Yes. But the colonel speaks in riddles and codes.

-Do you right them down? -No.

You should. We could try to decipher them together.

Lawrence must know where his daughter is.

Yes, of course. And now please excuse me.

Of course. Get well and remember: you have a devoted friend.

If it is true, promise me you’ll forget about continuing this duel.

I can’t promise it even to you. It’s a matter of honor.

Hello? Anybody here? Anyone! Help me!

It happened. He’ll kill again. At the cemetery.

This isn’t funny! What do you want? What?

An article about the icon? I know nothing about the icon.

It’s just an article.

Yes, I wrote I would be able to find the treasure if I had the icon,

but it was just a figure of speech.

Just for the effect. I don’t know anything.

Why are you asking?

You need Anna Mironova, the lawyer’s daughter.

She can talk to spirits. Everybody knows that.

They tell her everything.

If you kill me, I’ll tell her everything. I will! No! Leave me alone!

I don’t know anything. I really don’t! I don’t know anything!

Yakov Platonovich! Good.

I lost all hope to see you. Annett sent me.

-She’s worried about Riabushinsky. -What makes her worry?

She saw something. I don’t know what exactly.

We need to go to Anna Viktorovna. She would know.

Leave me alone with your Anna Viktorovna. Where is Serebriakov?

I lost him.

Find him. Go to his sister. If he’s there, bring him here under any excuse.

-What about Anna Viktorovna? -Look for Serebriakov. Go!

-Got it. -Sorry.

Where do you think you’re going? Rednecks! The town is full of them.

-Excuse me, Auntie. -Where are you going?

-To the precinct. -Niusha, he doesn’t love you.

It’s not about that. Let me go.

Niusha!

-Cabman, drive me to the precinct. -I’m coming with you.

Go! Go!

Niusha, what about me?

Where is Anna Viktorovna?

She went to see you. Funny: you come, she leaves. You’re here, she’s there.

Who was driving her? Do you remember?

I’ve said many things to you, but I have to add that you people from the capital

need to set your personal life straight. Niusha leaves, you come...

Izolda Timofeyevna, we didn’t see her on our way here.

Olimpiada Timofeyevna. She left in a cab with a black top.

The horse was like this, and the cabman looked more like a gentleman.

Where could she go?

To the fortress. I think she’s there. We need the map.

Wait for me!

Go! Go!

All right. Give me paper and a pencil.

-Mr. Shtolman, I’d like to... -Draw the map, Mr. Mazayev.

That’s it.

Tell me where it points to.

What? What do you want from me?

Think faster. You can talk to spirits. Summon Kudeyar.

I don’t...

If he lied, he will be punished.

No! He just didn’t know. It’s not how it works.

I can’t just summon any spirit.

I don’t care how it works.

You need to find out how the icon works, how it points to the treasure.

If you can’t do this, I don’t need any of you.

You’ll both stay here.

God, why do you want it? Is it about money?

My son was only seven when he went to look for this goddamned treasure.

He was buried alive. I want a revenge.

Revenge over Kudeyar? Are you crazy? You can’t take revenge upon a spirit.

Summon him, and then we’ll see.

-You’ll kill us all. -I don’t care.

My boy is dead. They all owe me: God, the devil, and Kudeyar.

Summon him!

-He’ll just kill you. -So you do speak to the spirits!

Please try! Please! Save us, ma’am! I know you can. She can do it!

All right. I’ll try. You’ll kill us anyway, as you killed these people.

I haven’t decided yet. Try.

-You shouldn’t do this. -You shouldn’t upset me.

Stop.

Here. This is Kudeyar’s Fortress, a.k.a. Devil’s Fortress.

The treasure seekers have searched it all.

How can you find anything here? Mo map can help.

No traces, Yakov Platonovich.

He took the maps of the churchyard and cemetery. We need to go to the church.

He took Mazayev’s map, went to Mazayev, and found another one

on which the place where the icon had been found was marked.

The icon points to the treasure.

So the treasure is where the icon was found! People were searching the fortress,

but it was at the church, right?

Come on.

Don’t! Don’t. You can’t find the treasure.

Enough. Enough. I can’t do it.

Come on.

The map is under the image, under the paint.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

Anna Viktorovna? Anna Viktorovna?

Anna Viktorovna?

Anna Viktorovna?

Anna Viktorovna? Anna Viktorovna?

-I’m sorry. -Annett!

Anna Viktorovna.

Say something! Are you all right?

Yes, he pulled the wool over my eyes. He had great recommendations.

He told me his son died of a disease. So, what happened?

Thank you, Mr. Shtolman.

Mr. Riabushinsky is telling horrible things.

Nothing supernatural. A gas accumulation. An explosion.

Serebriakov died on the spot.

Piotr Ivanovich was hurt while saving Anna.

He’s a good man. He has his quirks, but who doesn’t?

So, why did Serebriakov kill the deacon?

He came to him for the same reason he came to Mazayev:

to learn the icon’s secret.

He probably saw the cemetery map on the wall.

It was similar to the one depicted on the icon at the saint’s feet.

He realized the treasure was at the cemetery.

So did the deacon. And it sealed his fate.

A crazy murderer. He lost his mind after his son’s death.

But the most interesting part of the story is that Riabushinsky and Anna

will get a solid share of the treasure.

Yes. Some people are lucky.

Here is Mr. Korobeynikov. He has improved greatly under your guidance.

At your orders.

-Yes, a solid share. -What?

It’s all right.

Explain it to your subordinate that he needs to be more careful

not to lose the culprit at the critical moment.

Will do, Your Honor.

Father.

My daughter, you must put an end to your unholy deeds.

What deeds, Father?

Don’t you realize that souls of the dead cannot talk to you?

But they do talk to me.

Who talks to you? Think about it. What are you doing to your soul?

Who are you hearing?

People who lived long ago.

You’re hearing demons! The Bible says, And whoever goes after those

who make use of spirits and wonder-workers, doing evil with them,

against him will my face be turned, and he will be cut off from among his people.

Any man or woman who makes use of spirits, or who is a wonder-worker,

is to be put to death: they are to be stoned with stones:

their blood will be on them. Did you hear me, my daughter?

I did.

It doesn’t matter that you donated your share to the church. It is good,

but not enough to save your soul. Deny the unholy wonder-working!

This town is suffering because of you.

Father.

-I will rot in hell. -What are you saying?

It’s true. It’s my fate. I can’t change it.

Don’t listen to them. Nobody knows their fate.

You think so?

You saved me again. I’m really grateful.

But I was told that my talent doesn’t come from God.

-Come on. People say all kinds of things. -The priest said that.

-None of this is your fault. -It’s not my fault.

It’s not. Nobody needs me, though.

It’s not true. You’re young. Your whole life is ahead of you.

Enough.

Please... Leave me alone. You’re torturing me.

I can’t stand it. Don’t follow me.

Anna Viktorovna, I...

Please don’t. Leave me alone once and for all.

THE WISE THIEF