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To tell you the truth, when you were frightened

I thought I saw the old Anna.

Forget it, it was a moment of weakness.

- You've become strong. - I had no choice.

- Have you read my letter? - I have.

- I was sincere-- - Yakov Platonovich.

I don't understand you. You said that you couldn't say

the words you thought I expected to hear from you.

You didn't let me finish.

I wanted to add that I couldn't say

those words to you yet.

There are certain circumstances--

Yakov Platonovich, this is not the first time

I heard this from you before.

This is last century.

You're right, I have been away too long.

Will you answer my question?

- Just one. - I will.

Were you in prison?

Yes.

What for?

- What were the charges? - You said one question,

Anna Viktorovna, and trust me, I wouldn't have answered

had I been asked by anyone else.

Was it because of that folder you left with me?

You kept it?

Of course!

- Of course, I will return it to you. - I'm begging you

please, don't avoid me. I need to see you,

to look into the abyss of your eyes,

to talk to you, about anything.

Let's talk about the case. Did you go to

Mr. Kliuyev, did you speak to him?

I met with him yesterday, but you're right.

I need to talk to him again.

- Let's go together. - All right.

Episode 4 THE GIRL IN WHITE

Do you remember how we came here together for the first time

to see Prince Razumovsky?

Yes. You stole a cigar from his desk.

Were you able to find out who murdered him?

Let's discuss this later.

How long have you worked for Mr. Kliuyev?

- About a month. - Did he hire Anfisa earlier than that?

Much earlier. As soon as he arrived.

Was your master happy with her work?

Very happy.

He often praised her, saying I should work like her.

- He gave her presents too. - Presents?

New clothes: dresses, hats...

I didn't see any new clothes in her closet.

How nice to see you.

Anna Viktorovna.

Yakov Platonovich.

Today's is in striking contrast to yesterday's.

Please, forgive me. You took me

by surprise, I could hardly imagine

the importance of your visit. Please!

Mr. Shtolman

I made inquiries about you and heard many

amazing stories, so

I've been looking forward to seeing you again.

Well, let bygones be bygones.

Anna Viktorovna, I'm happy to see you in my house.

Your mother invited me to dinner but you

got ahead of me with a return visit.

But it doesn't cancel Maria Timofeyevna's invitation.

Mr. Kliuyev, we're here on business.

- I'm listening. How can I help you? - You know I'm conducting

the investigation of your maid's murder.

May I ask

what kind of clothes you gave her as presents?

The footman has blabbed... When did he even have the time to?

- So, it's the truth. - Of course.

I wasn't trying to hide it, I just didn't think it was important.

I bought several new items for her.

Why?

Do you think there's something untoward about it?

I am of the opinion

that nothing brings more joy to a young woman

than new dress or a hat.

Anfisa was very efficient and I wanted to thank her.

But I didn't see any new clothes in her room.

You see, it's because her mother

came to visit her occasionally and if she had seen

those clothes in the closet, she would have

had the wrong idea about me and her daughter.

That's why Anfisa kept her clothes in a different closet.

Did she complain to you about her mother?

Perhaps said that she forced her to do something

or didn't let her breathe freely?

I think they had a complicated relationship but

I don't know about forcing her...

Forgive me my next question but

where were you on the night of the murder

between 9 and 11?

It's an understandable question. From six p.m.

until midnight, I played cards

at the Assembly of Nobility

which can be corroborated by about twenty witnesses.

- I could name some of them. If you wish. - No need.

- I believe you. - Thank you. May I also ask

an indiscreet question?

I'm dying to know your secret.

Is it true that you and Anna Viktorovna together

solved many crimes

and that it was not in the least thanks to

your extraordinary gift?

It's true but only partly.

The rumors of my abilities are extremely

exaggerated. And now I am consulting

Yakov Platonovich only

on medical issues.

Did Anfisa tell you about

her suitors? A certain Adamov? Golubtsov?

No, never. I believe

she, like all other people, had her secrets.

Do you have secrets too?

Please.

Careful. You are the first guests to whom

I'm revealing my secret.

This is a steam engine.

It generates electricity.

I intend to electrify not only my house

but also the utility rooms, and then peasants' houses.

An English machine. Watt's system.

No, Watt is yesterday's news.

This is Parsons' turbine. I plan on introducing

cutting-edge technology in my estate.

Building a school for peasants' children.

This is amazing.

Here I have seeds of yielding varieties for sowing, and

that one there is my chemistry lab.

You can take a look if you want.

Next time. It was nice meeting you.

Even if the occasion was unpleasant.

I'm sure you will find the murderer.

- Good day! - Good day to you too!

- Are you Vasilisa Kapitonovna? - Yes. And you are?

- You're a washerwoman, aren't you? - That's right.

I'm told you do the new merchant Kliuyev's laundry.

I do, sir.

So you must have know his maid, Anfisa?

Oh, I did, may Our Lord forgive all her sins.

- What sins did she commit? - She had an evil eye.

What does that mean?

She peeped into things no one should see.

What's hidden must remain hidden.

Vasilisa Kapitonovna, I don't quite get it.

What do you mean?

She's been murdered. What's there to tell?

I lived in Europe for quite a long time

studying chemistry, mechanics, and perhaps what I'm going to say

may sound inappropriate coming from an educated person.

Europe is boring.

Boring? What place do you find entertaining then?

Well, I had fun in Rio de Janeiro, in Cape Town

and, oddly enough, in Tibet. - In Tibet?

What kind of fun is there? Besides, as far as I know

foreigners are forbidden from entering

under penalty of death. How did you get there?

That's a whole another story, I'll share it

with you someday. I saw many interesting

things in Tibet, but what I heard about you

Anna Viktorovna, dwarfs any wonders

of exotic countries. - Andrey Petrovich

I told you it all was very much exaggerated

and now very much in the past.

But Mr. Rebushinsky wrote in his article that--

It's libel, nothing more than libel! I assure you

tomorrow's issue of our ladies' magazine

will feature my response to that pen-pusher!

You also write? I will make sure to read your article as well.

A woman's perspective of the world is something

we all could use these days.

Thank you.

Tell us more about your travels.

As you wish. There was an amusing incident in Congo...

This is fascinating.

How do you find Andrey Petrovich?

Well-educated, intelligent, a pleasant conversation companion

- Well of, single... - Mom.

It's been a while since I last heard this talk.

There was no one to talk about.

Do you like him?

Mom, please.

- He is clearly interested in you. - Mom, this is boring.

- Miss, you have a visitor. - Who is it?

- Anton Andreyevich. - Oh, for crying out loud!

Tell him Anna has gone to bed!

No, no, he wouldn't have come for no reason.

- This must be important. - Suit yourself.

Anton Andreyevich?

Anna Viktorovna, I'm so sorry...

No need to apologize. What happened? Will you come in?

No, I just want a word with you.

The thing is, I've talked to the people

from Anfisa's village today and many hinted

that she was into something strange.

Nobody would say anything explicitly but

I can feel they're afraid of something.

- Do you? - Yes, so I thought I'd ask you...

- Perhaps you could ask her... - Anton Andreyevich

I got it. I'll try. - Thank you.

I told fortunes for money...

Told them their lot...

Silly games, mischief, deception, this is deception...

Mother forced me... - Did you do it for her?

I wanted to quit...

Mother wouldn't let me...

It was all about money...

- Thank you. - Anton Andreyevich.

She read the cards to tell fortunes, for money.

Her mother made her.

But how did she tell you so soon?

Just a moment ago, imagine that.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Good night.

You've been a great help. - Anton Andreyevich

that poor man in the granary... - He drank himself to death and...

Well, drowning his sorrows and all that.

It's so odd, then who... - What?

No, nothing. Good night, Anton Andreyevich.

Good night.

Viktor! I need to talk to you.

Do you have to do it right now? - Yes! This is about Anna.

Well then. Please, go ahead.

How did you find Andrey Petrovich?

I don't know him well enough to form an opinion.

Well, I for one found him very sweet.

I also noticed that he was interested in Anna

and she liked him.

Masha! They both are grown-up modern people.

They can figure it out for themselves.

Of course. I just don't want anyone to get in their way.

Who do you think could get in their way?

You surprise me, Viktor. - Shtolman?

Yes, Shtolman! She refused to go to Paris

and it's all because of him! You must meet with him

and talk to him man to man

as a father.

- About what? - Ask him about his intentions regarding Anna.

And if he has none

you must demand that he leave her alone

and never seek her out again, is that understood?

Hello. Are you open?

Good day. Welcome. How can I help you?

Oh, don't trouble yourself. I just want a look.

Of course. Do come in.

You've only just opened, haven't you?

Yes, a week ago.

Kipling? The Jungle Book...

Oh, I would love to read this.

It's a new release, only recently brought from London.

I'll take it.

Dr. Milz examined Adamov's revolver.

It has indeed been shot recently.

Nevertheless, I'm inclined to believe it was Golubtsov. Fyodor.

A crime of passion, it makes sense.

- Why not Adamov? - Why would he? He was going to marry Anfisa.

He could have changed his mind.

So he changed his mind. Why would he kill her?

What if the girl was pregnant with his child?

Interesting version.

Imagine the scandal... The parents' anguish... blackmail on her part...

On her mother's part.

I see where you're going with this.

Adamov proposed marriage, asked her out and

murdered her. Of course, this version

can't be ruled out either.

Also, Yakov Platonovich, do you know

what I found out yesterday? - What? No.

Anfisa read the cards for money.

She told fortunes, and many disliked her for it.

Many people tell fortunes, I don't see

anything unusual about it. - Yes.

Although, you're right.

We need to ask her mother about it.

You go ask her mother about it and I'll go see Tregubov.

Might I ask what you're up to?

I want to convince him to change

your misguided decision.

You're not from these parts, are you?

I'm from Petersburg.

Polina Anikeyeva. Actually, I'm Pelageia

but Polina suits the owner

of a fashionable bookshop so much better. - I am Anna Mironova.

I hope your bookshop

is going to become fashionable indeed very soon.

Thank you. Are you a sister of mercy?

Yes, I work at the hospital nearby.

Why, do you have an anatomy atlas?

No, but I can order it. - Oh, that would be very handy.

Dr. Milz will be very happy. - Thank you.

Please, come again. - I think you'll be seeing me here a lot.

Thank you and have a nice day.

You want to dig her out of the grave?

I insist, Nikolai Vasilievich. This is absolutely necessary.

We can't indict anyone

unless we're sure that Miss Luzhina

was shot with Mr. Adamov's revolver.

Which we can establish only by dissecting

the body and extracting the bullet.

You're putting me in a very awkward position, Yakov Platonovich.

I did a favor to the victim's mother and fellow villagers.

Have you any idea how they might respond now?

Leave it to me.

I'll try to explain to them that it has to be done.

Perhaps we could... at night...

dig the coffin out at night and put it back in

early in the morning?

Dr. Milz will need much more time than that

to conduct all his examinations, so

we won't be able to hide the fact of exhumation anyway.

You're killing me here! But in that case

you have to... you must find the murderer

otherwise an unrest is inevitable, do you understand?

Of course.

Turning the place into a stable, are you?!

Clear it away at once! This is a precinct!

What on earth are you doing, devils!

How can you do this!

Back away, you can't go there. Investigation site.

What investigation? You reprobates, you godless people!

Let her through, I'll talk to her.

Stop!

Come to your senses, God will punish you!

I'm sorry to disturb your daughter's ashes but

this is absolutely necessary.

You do want us to find her murderer, don't you? - Go on, keep on digging!

This is Satan's work. First you want to cut her

now you take her out of the earth!

I won't let you! Curse you!

- Anton Andreyevich, take her to the precinct. - Burn in hell!

She won't let us work here.

You can talk to her there while you're at it. - Yes.

Dear heart, come along now.

Let's go to the precinct and have a talk. - What for?

Madame Mironova!

Mr. Rebushinsky?

So, I'm an overreaching hack, collector

of sordid rumors, a Judas with short memory?

You deserve each of these names.

For god's sake, what is a Judas with short memory?

How did your editor let it pass?

And there's a comma missing here. - Where?

Here, here, look! Disgraceful! Maria Timofeyevna

you must come work for me! - What?

Yes. We'll move your column to Zatonsk Telegraph.

You are gifted! How can you

waste time in The Ladies' Delight, for god's sake?!

But I will contradict you, I will

rebut your stories... - And fling mud on me!

- Exactly. - This is exactly what we need!

Do you have any idea how many more copies we'll be selling?

Maria Timofeyevna, promise me

you'll think about my offer.

Fine.

I will think about it.

I hope the documents weren't damaged by the damp.

I'd prefer it if they had been eaten by mold.

You have saved many people, Anna Viktorovna, but

I'm sorry I can't tell you more.

I'm so sick of your secrets.

What was... what is now...

What will be... What will comfort the heart.

Tell me, Yefrosinia, how do you make a living?

The cow feeds me. A garden of my own too.

My daughter helped me, she was a servant.

She had a good master. He was kind, generous.

But she only worked for him two months. What about before that?

By keeping silent, you're encouraging the crime.

Your neighbors said you were never poor.

Where did you get the money?

We never had big money!

We barely made ends meet, like everyone else!

You shouldn't be so stubborn, Yefrosinia. There is someone

who says Anfisa told him the wrong fortune.

Wants his money back.

Who's that? He shouldn't lie!

The fortunes she told all came true.

She told the Petrovs she'd have a son, and they did!

Well, they had a girl first, but anyway.

She told Nastena she'd find a great love.

She was married off against her will

but then she fell for her husband hard!

And she foretold a long journey to Potap, the stableman.

- But he died! - There! That's the long journey!

So that's it, so sooner or later

one way or another...

Clever, very clever.

Yakov Platonovich, I'm so glad I caught you here.

Good day, Doctor.

- Good day. - Found something?

Yes, I did. Here, take a look.

Silver?

Yes. Whoever killed Anfisa believed

to be delivering the world from evil.

You know, vampires, werewolves, witches...

You must have heard of these legends.

Yes, a murder driven by jealousy or revenge

doesn't require a silver bullet, a regular one will do.

A bullet like this can be cast in a forge.

Or in a jeweler's workshop.

By the way, remember you asked me if Anfisa was pregnant?

- Yes. - Well, she wasn't.

Thank you, Aleksandr Franzevich, that's at least

one motive off the list.

Go!

Missed it!

- Is this blacksmith Kukushkin's house? - Yeah, the very same!

Go!

MASTER KUKUSHKIN'S FORGE

How can I help you, sir?

- Good day to you. - Good day to you too.

- Are you Kukushkin, Stepan? - Suppose I am.

Are you a blacksmith?

I'm selling the forge. There's no work here for me.

Everybody's moved to town.

They say the forge there is newer and

the masters are handier. - I see.

Well, where is your forge? Show me.

What do you know... the lock's been picked.

Thieves? No, nothing seems to be missing.

All tools are here. Only...

they are not where I put them.

And someone started the furnace.

Not you?

I haven't set foot here in about two weeks.

- Do you work with silver? - Silver?

A piece of a spoon, a fork or a knife? Ordinary cutlery.

Never owned silverware in my life.

Andrey Petrovich, the clothes are new, why burn them?

Give them to me instead, I'll find someone to give them as presents.

Giving away a deceased person's clothes is bad luck.

Who's there?

Mr. Shtolman?

Open up, I need to talk to you.

It's Mironov.

Good to see you, Viktor Ivanovich.

Alas, Mr. Shtolman, I wish I could say the same.

I'd rather not see you

if it wasn't for a father's duty.

- I'm listening. - I must ask you directly.

What are your intentions regarding my daughter?

Viktor Ivanovich, you know I deeply respect--

These are nothing but words, good sir!

Do you intend to ask for her hand in marriage?

Trust me, I would be honored but--

Enough. It's all clear to me.

Say no more, Mr. Shtolman.

In that case

I order you not to approach my daughter.

With all due respect, Viktor Ivanovich...

You can't give me orders.

Listen here!

Can't you see that your presence

is making her miserable?!

It gets in the way of her happiness!

I believe Anna Viktorovna

will deny me the pleasure of seeing her

if she sees fit. - I have nothing more to say.

And I suppose if you have an ounce of honor left in you

you will do the right thing.

I dare hope that this conversation stays between us.

- You have my word. - Goodbye.

- This is the last one. - Ah, thank you. Put it here.

Little boy... Who are you?

I drowned...

They took their eyes off me and...

Anfisa told you your fortune?

She said water would take all worries away...

The bullet was cast in Kukushkin's forge.

Someone picked the lock. I found

traces of someone working with silver and

a piece of cutlery.

What do you know.

The jeweler told me the bullet was made

from silverware.

How many houses we'll have to search?

I shudder to think.

The murderer had to have access to the revolver.

So it's either the Golubtsovs or the Adamovs.

Only why would they use a silver bullet?

Gentlemen. Your crayfish.

Thank you. Well, Anton Andreyevich... Please.

Right. Well then.

Gentlemen. We owe it to an astonishing twist of fate

that we have you, Yakov Platonovich

back in our town.

And you know what I'm feeling? - What?

That we are on the threshold of

significant, even, dare I say

life-changing events.

Yes. Something is bound to happen. - What?

I don't know. I hope it's something good.

Yakov Platonovich, here's to your health.

Cheers, Yakov Platonovich.

Thank you, Anton Andreyevich.

Care to explain what sort of events you're foreseeing?

How would I know? Valeat iustitia.

May justice prevail.

God willing, everything will be all right.

Still, Yakov Platonovich, what prospects

do you see for yourself here in our town? - Yes, what?

I always have only one prospect.

To serve.

I get that. As they say, service is service, but

perhaps you'll want to start a family

put down roots, so to speak.

Settle down?

I don't think I can balance service and marriage.

At least, I haven't been able to so far.

Yes, well, I get that too.

Look.

The fork is from this place.

May I? Indeed. It means... Golubtsov.

We only need to find out whether it was the father

or the son.

May I ask where you got this cutlery?

It's very nice.

No one in Zatonsk has it. I ordered it personally in Petersburg.

So tell me now: did you really believe

that Anfisa put a spell on men?

Did you perhaps think she literally

bewitched your son?

What makes you think that?

That's what you told me when we first met.

Do you recognize this?

Anfisa was killed by a silver bullet

cast from a fork from your restaurant.

What is this again? For goodness' sake, gentlemen!

Anyone could steal it!

There's always one or two pieces missing after a banquet.

Good thing is I can order more.

And it takes time to cast a bullet.

You did have time. It is your own testimony

that Mr. Adamov left his revolver in your

restaurant a week ago

but you returned it only the day before yesterday.

Perhaps, there were other drowned children?

As far as I can see, none.

Only the Soloukhins had this misfortune.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

Where is... Anton Andreyevich?

Everybody's having dinner at Golubtsov's restaurant.

Thank you.

But I didn't, I didn't know

it'd been lying here all week! - Of course you didn't.

A waiter found it and forgot about it!

Where is that waiter then?

Bring me Soloukhin at once, where is he?!

Where is Pyotr Filippovich?!

He took the rest of the day off

said he was sick, not feeling well.

He's just left!

Gentlemen, what's going on?

Nikolai Vasilievich, we urgently need to go see...

What's his name? - Pyotr Filippovich.

Pyotr Filippovich.

Can't you deal with it tomorrow?

- Where does he live? - Where does he live?

Let's have a drink.

Police! Open up! Police!

Anna Viktorovna?

How are you..? - Put it down. He's not dangerous.

Come in.

- What's wrong with him? - Heart attack.

Shouldn't we send for Dr. Milz?

He won't make it.

Pyotr Soloukhin, did you murder Anfisa Luzhina?

Confess.

Six months ago, my wife

went to see Anfisa. We were poor

never had enough money, so she went to find out

what awaited us.

Anfisa promised everything would work out.

She said...

"Water will take all your worries away."

Alyosha drowned a month later.

Then my wife died...

couldn't take the pain.

You believe Anfisa is to blame.

- Who else?! - Easy, easy.

- She foretold that! - Easy...

That's why you decided

to rid the town of the witch.

I read in a mystical book that

a witch can only be killed with silver.

I waited for the right moment...

And when Adamov's son left his revolver

at the restaurant, I knew my moment came.

I found an abandoned forge...

How did you know Anfisa would be

in the park that night?

Fyodor Golubtsov blabbed...

Vladimir Adamov boasted to him...

said he was marrying Anfiska

against his parents' will.

I waited for her all night...

I waited for her to see me.

And then you shot her

and returned the revolver to Golubtsov

to draw suspicion to him.

No... why have another sin on my conscience?

I was about to point to him today

but guilty conscience wouldn't let me.

I thought you wouldn't

find the clues.

Many people in town wanted her dead.

You shouldn't have blamed Anfisa

for your son's death. Her fortune-telling was just a game.

- Lies! She's a witch! A witch! - Shhh, don't. Stop it!

It was me! I killed her! I killed her! Curse her! I killed her!

Easy, stop it, you shouldn't do this, you can't!

She won't hurt anyone now!

Alyosha?

My boy... I'm coming.

It's so... stupid.

A ridiculous story.

Was it Anfisa who gave you the clue?

No, his son.

The drowned boy?

Well, at least they are together now.

Are you all right?

It's going to pass in a moment.

Have you had this cough long?

Did you see the doctor?

You worry about me, so it's not all over yet.

Anna Viktorovna!

I see you're still here.

May I take you home?

Of course, Anton Andreyevich, let's go!

- Driver! - Goodbye.

To the Mironovs' house!

You've kept me waiting, madam.

I took the side streets, sorry.

I hope no one saw you?

THE GIRL IN WHITE

Translation and timing by: @anditendshowyoudexpect(.tumblr.com)