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Who the hell is it?

Coming!

What do you want?

-Lieutenant Savely Nabokin? -I used to be him in another life.

Nothing comes back from another life.

Who are you?

You?

Come to me, my betrothed!

One.

Two.

Three.

4, 5. Ready or not, here I come.

ANNA, THE DETECTIVE

EPISODE 7: SATISFACTION

Good morning, Father. Wow!

I decided to shake the cobwebs from my old uniform.

-What are these medals for? -It’s an old story, Anna. Almost a myth.

-No. You were in the war. You earned them. -I’ll tell you some other time.

Why did you put it on? What’s the occasion?

General Yefremov is giving a reception for Turkish War veterans. I’m going.

You should.

So, what about the medals? You never told us.

It’s not that interesting.

It is! My father is a war hero, and I don’t know anything about it.

Even I only know that they are for the Turkish campaign.

-I don’t like to talk about the war. -Excuse me, sir. Your mail.

They put this one under the door.

-Thank you. -You may go.

Modesty is the best decoration, but what are these medals for, then?

They allow their owner to keep humble silence about them.

-You can’t out-talk the lawyer. -Dad, can I go with you?

Why not? I suppose there will be dancing at the reception.

I hope to learn more about you from your comrades in arms.

-Viktor! -What’s wrong?

Is it your heart? Viktor? What?

-Don’t try to fool me, you rogue! -I’m not, sir!

-We’ll figure it out. -I didn’t steal anything, sir.

-Name! -Why? I didn’t do anything.

-Your Honor! You’ve got mail. -Thank you.

I’m innocent! What are you writing down, sir? Please!

-I have to. -What’s going on?

A pickpocket. He’s been working at the market for a week.

-It’s not true! I’m innocent, sir. -Two witnesses say you’re not.

-They are lying. -Lying?

-I came from the village to sell my goods. -What goods?

Meat. Pork and beef from my farm. Let me go!

I will if you show me a trick.

-What trick? -A simple one.

-I don’t know how. -Just do it, and I’ll let you go.

-Let him go. -But the witnesses...

They’re lying. He can’t be a pickpocket with clumsy hands like this. Let him go.

-Yakov, you’re another King Solomon! -You may go.

Do I finally hear sarcasm coming from you, Anton?

Yakov, this is for you.

Thank you.

‘Dear Yakov, the days without you felt unbearably long.

I would have come last week,

‘if not for an errand I’m doing for my distinguished master.

I wish I could belong ‘to you completely, but I don’t even belong to myself.

I’m here, at the same hotel.

‘Waiting for you, Your N.’

Come in.

A body was found in Mikhailovskaya Slobodka, Sir.

-Call my carriage. -Yes, sir.

His drinking finally killed him.

Why do you think so? He looks healthy.

One can’t be healthy enough to drink like this.

Hello. What do we have here?

-Hello, sir. -Hello.

His name was Savely Nabokin.

-Do we know the cause of death? -Heavy drinking.

-Why? -Because he was a sorry drunkard.

Who found the body?

His neighbor came to collect the money he owed her.

The door was open.

-Have you searched the apartment? -There’s nothing to search for.

-Anton, please take care of it. -I’m on it.

-I don’t see any external wounds. -That’s what I’m saying. Vodka killed him.

Send the body to Milts.

It looks like natural death. His drinking...

-Just deliver the body. -Yes, sir.

Have you talked to the neighbors?

Yakov. A photograph. There are some marks.

Was he an officer?

Retired lieutenant. He served in the Crimean War.

Here he is. His face is marked.

-Talk to the neighbors and friends. - Yes,sir!

Will do.

-Anton, come on. -Report to me when you’re done.

It must be your blood pressure. Father?

Is it the letter? What does the photo mean?

Viktor!

Here. Take your medicine. Here.

-Let’s call the doctor. -Masha, please.

What’s wrong?

Piotr, this is urgent. You have to help me.

Of course. What happened?

Please excuse us. Piotr and I need to talk.

This will come to no good. Anna, come with me.

Why should your uncle have come here? He’d better have stayed in Paris.

Anna, what are you waiting for? Come.

I’ll stay. What if Father feels sick again?

You’re right. I’ll call the doctor and send back his heart medicine.

I have a feeling someone was following me. This morning I got a photograph.

Did it come with the mail? - Actually, it didn’t.

It’s from the Turkish campaign.

I remember. I was so proud of you. My brother, the war hero!

-I’m sorry. Go on. -These are officers from our regiment.

-Why are some of them marked? -Wait.

The photograph had been taken just before our squad fell into an ambush.

We were marching toward a Serbian village.

About 7 km from it, we suddenly got into dense fog.

It was hell. Bullets whistled past our ears.

We dismounted and opened fire. Then everybody started to run. Me, too.

I found myself alone in this fog.

Suddenly he was standing before me, saber in his hand.

-You mean they cut behind you. -Exactly. And he tried to warn us.

All the officers died except for me and 3 others. I need you to help me.

You are still practicing, aren’t you? Try to find out what it means.

I will.

I knew you would be here.

This photograph contains your father’s secret.

You need to help him.

He asked you for help.

Yes. But you are better at it. He has a misgiving about all this.

You will probably laugh at me as you always do, but here is a photograph.

It contains a dangerous secret threatening my family.

You don’t believe me, do you? This photograph is dangerous!

I do believe you.

Where did you get this?

At a lieutenant’s who had died last night in unclear circumstances.

Oh God.

Tell me more about your picture.

My father said all these officers were dead.

Everyone but himself and 3 more people.

I suppose the marked ones are the ones who lived.

Yes. This is my father.

-Do you recognize anybody else? -No. The photograph is very old.

No, it’s not.

What do you mean? Father says it was taken 10 years ago.

Maybe. But it was printed not long ago.

The edges are straight, and in isn’t discolored.

The person who printed it probably has the negative.

Maybe he is the one who had taken the picture.

Being an expert in photography, I can tell you this.

What shall we do now?

We need to ask your father who took the picture.

It was my friend, sub-lieutenant Shapkin. This is him. He looks scared.

That’s because he was afraid he wouldn’t make it in time to pose with the others.

-His face isn’t marked. Was he killed? -Yes.

-I saw his body. -I see.

-This is Shapkin, this must be you... -Yes.

And this is sub-lieutenant Bekhterev, also a friend, killed in the ambush.

-And this one? -Lieutenant Sadkovsky.

He’s also unmarked. Was he killed?

I think he was reported missing in action.

No, wait.

-He was killed. Of course he was. -You aren’t sure, are you?

No, I’m sure.

What do you think about all this? Any versions?

I’m at my wit’s end.

Could you give me the names of the surviving officers?

Maybe some of them have also gotten the photographs and are able to help us.

Mr. Shtolman, wait.

-Will you open an occurrence? -Depends on Dr. Milts’s findings.

If he proclaims it manslaughter, we certainly will.

If the death was natural...

The 2 marked photographs can’t be a coincidence.

Of course. Is Nabokin’s death was natural, these photos are just a prank.

Somebody sent your father a photo, having marked him and his 3 friends in it.

-That’s it. -Is it?

Don’t worry yet. Let’s wait for the report.

I saw an officer attacking my father there, in the battlefield.

He was wearing a long overcoat and had a saber in his hand.

These visions of yours!

He even doesn’t want to open a case.

-He thinks it a prank. -Anna.

Shtolman is a police officer.

-He doesn’t have grounds. -Not you, too!

I do have grounds for it, though. I saw my father in a saber fight.

It happens in the war. Besides, it happened long ago.

I think he might be in danger right now.

Uncle, talk to me!

-You have to help me. -I’m sorry. I can’t.

Your gift is much stronger. That’s why I gave the photograph to you.

You can do things I’m unable of. I simply can’t do this.

I don’t know how to harness my gift, if it can be called that at all.

-Maybe it’s a curse. -That’s what I used to think about myself.

Then I decided that there must be a reason it was given to me.

What shall we do now?

You need to set up a seance and call a spirit of one of the dead officers.

Maybe something useful will come up.

I rely upon you, Anton, to find the 2 Mironov’s fellow officers.

They weren’t marked on the photo for no reason.

-You think Nabokin was killed? -I’m certain.

-May I ask why? -Later.

Find Ishutin and Dubov. They are in danger. Go!

-What do you think, doctor? -You mean, about his death?

-No. About his life. -Life is the nature’s greatest invention.

-Spare me the poetry. Cause of death? -Not drinking, I assure you.

He was strangled.

-That was obvious from the beginning. -How?

He was jerking his legs while strangled. There are marks on the floor.

What can you tell me?

His nasal septum was damaged.

It means pressure from above.

I also found some fibers inside his nose.

I sent Korobeynikov to his apartment to look for the source.

And?

Here is what he found.

Strangled with a blanket?

Its fibers are identical to those found inside his nose.

How am I supposed to?

Fine.

Spirit from the photograph, present yourself!

No, no!

Out!

No, no. Not this way.

Fine!

Spirit of Lieutenant Sadkovsky, present yourself.

Maybe Father was wrong. Maybe he’s still alive.

Dead or asleep, spirit of Lieutenant Sadkovsky, present yourself.

Dead or...

That’s enough.

Sir! I’m Captain Shilov from Colonel Varfolomeyev.

I see.

Why don’t we go to a restaurant? It’s a delicate matter.

Do you know colonel’s handwriting?

There’s the seal of the Emperor’s Guards, too.

‘Dear Mr. Shtolman, Captain Platonov will give you some information

‘that is too sensitive to be put in writing.

Trust him as much as you trust me.

‘The Court hasn’t forgotten your service,

'and I’ll be always supporting your reputation.

The talent and honesty you displayed in the investigation

‘of that unfortunate occurrence give me the hope that your transfer

‘back to the capital is just a matter of time. Meanwhile, you have a chance

‘to serve your country at your present post. Shilov will give you the details.

‘Sincerely, Chief of the Emperor’s Guards Col. Varfolomeyev.’

Well? What is the important mission I am to complete here in Zatonsk?

Colonel wants me to tell you this.

The consequences of the case involving a royalty you had solved still influence

the court and the state itself.

Your transfer from the capital...

-Are you ready to order, sir? -Coffee.

-Anything else? -Bring me an ashtray.

I’d like you to spend less time with your uncle. It’s bad for you.

He has changed lately.

Has he? He keeps changing. A gambler, a medium!

Who is he now?

Anna?

-I’ll be right back. -Anna!

Thank you, Miss.

-Why did you touch him? -It seemed to me his arm was hurt.

You could have caught some disease!

Let’s go home. You need to wash your hands.

-Mother! This is nonsense. -Anna!

Come on.

Are you looking for someone, sir?

Thank you so much. Please come again soon.

Everything will be delivered to you.

Thank you. We need to go to the drugstore for your father’s sedatives.

You should get treatment for your nerves, too.

-You are too sensitive. -Mother.

Or maybe we should go to Kislovodsk spa. It’s expensive, but effective.

We need to think about it.

Look! The calliope man! His calliope is not with him, though.

So what? Don’t get so agitated over such a trifle matter.

Who are you?

Tell me who you are!

-Anna, what’s wrong with you? -Let’s go home. Now.

-Father! -What?

You shouldn’t go out today.

Am I under house arrest?

-Who is this? -Ensign Ishutin. He lives here in Zatonsk.

Not anymore.

I warned him yesterday, I swear. He only laughed at me.

-Nonchalance is the root of all evil. -What about Dubov?

He wasn’t at home. Hadn’t been for a few days.

The neighbors don’t know where he is.

The girls say he was very tall. I haven’t seen him, though.

-Who did? -Lisa.

What’s your name, Miss?

-I’m Lisa. -No, your full name?

Yelizaveta Zheludeva.

Miss Zheludeva, could you tell us what happened?

Just stick to the truth, please.

He was a kind man. He came here often.

There, there. No crying.

-He was such a jolly and generous fellow! -Tell us about the murderer.

Yes, sir. I saw him at the second floor.

He was... cute.

-Did you see his face? -No.

-Go on. -I asked who he was looking for.

He said, his friend Ishutin.

What then?

I brought him to my room, where Mr. Ishutin was.

The man yelled, ‘Do you remember me?’.

Mr. Ishutin yelled, ‘Is that you?’

And that man yelled, ‘Yes, that’s me! And you know why I am here.’

Mr. Ishutin started shaking and whimpered, ‘Please don’t’,

and that man hit me.

I fell on the floor, and I don’t know what happened next.

I stayed unconscious for a long time,

and when I came to my senses,

Mr. Ishutin laid there with his head smashed

and a broken bottle next to him.

A shard of that bottle was stuck in his throat.

I’m so sorry for him!

He was so sensitive and dignified.

He used to recite poems to me. I remember one!

‘Now tell me, Uncle, how'd it chance that brave Moscow could be burnt to ashes...’

That’s enough.

Quiet, ladies.

-Miss Zheludeva, you are dismissed. -Aren’t you going to arrest me?

-What for? Did you kill him? -No.

Don’t spend the money you took from his wallet all at once.

People will notice.

Thank you, sir. Come to us, and I’ll serve you free of charge.

Go.

I tried to talk to the late ensign yesterday.

I mean, when he wasn’t late yet.

He didn’t want to talk about war, though.

He referred to Dubov as his comrade in arms.

-Maybe we should search his apartment. -Do that.

I also talked to his wife. They had some tiff with their landlady.

The landlady didn’t mention it of course.

I told her I was writing an article on heroes of the Turkish campaign.

She said that her husband was leaving on business for a week.

-I think he was planning to run away. -So?

The wife didn’t let him go, I suppose. That’s why he went there.

Spirit of Ensign Ishutin, present yourself.

Dubov didn’t come home. I checked. I posted a constable there.

Maybe the murderer has already found him somewhere outside.

Come in.

Sir, this was found at Ishutin’s apartment.

-Quod erat demonstrandum. -Ishutin didn’t mention the photo to me.

-We need to find Dubov, dead or alive. -Yes sir.

-Post some people at Mironov’s. -First thing in the morning.

Do it now. The murderer can be there at any moment. Maybe he’s there already.

-Come on, Yakov. -Let’s go. Quick!

Spirit of Ensign Ishutin, present yourself.

Spirit of Ensign Ishutin, present yourself.

Who killed you?

Who killed you?

-Daddy! Father? Where is Father? -In his study. Why?

Anna!

Stop! Follow me!

Freeze! We’re the police!

Stop!

Viktor! What happened? Viktor!

-Call the doctor and the police! -I’ll call them.

Stop! What if the shooter is still out there?

Bring the sheets, you idiot!

Oh Viktor! Oh God...

Stop!

Stop!

-This way! -He went that way!

-Follow him! -Yes, sir.

Ulyashin, go through the archway!

Drop the knife! Step away from it.

I said, drop it! The second bullet will be yours.

I’m a good shooter.

-Are you all right? -Yes.

-He escaped! -Search the block. Send the constables.

I’m going back to Mironovs’ house. I hope he missed.

SATISFACTION