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Ready or not, here I come.

ANNA, THE DETECTIVE

EPISODE 8: SATISFACTION

Now I'm positive this has to do with your military past.

Well, I don't doubt it myself now.

Sir, you are like a child. You are wounded, after all.

Sure, it went clean through, it is not dangerous.

You cannot make any sudden movements.

Sit, Viktor, sit. Sit.

Gentlemen, I beg my leave.

I will comve visit you tomorrow.

-Viktor, you better lie down. -I'm all right.

How was Mr Ishutin killed?

Stabbed in a brothel.

-Anton, have you blabbed about it already? -Me?

-How do you have the time? -Well, that's...

-Ishutin was murdered? -Yes.

My God. We would meet up sometimes. The officers of our company,

everybody who is on the pictures, they... they were from our province, and...

...many knew each other before the war.

-What happened in the war? -Many things happen in the war.

Alive? Where did it hit?

It's nothing. The shoulder, went through.

I was walking past, saw the police here. They tell me, a shooting.

There was a shooting, wasn't there?

I told you, you should have gone to the police right away.

This entire story...

-Pyotr! -What story?

It's... It's nothing. Doesn't... Doesn't matter.

Viktor, as a lawyer, you should realize that by withholding certain information

you are obstructing jutice.

Fine.

I didn't think this misunderstanding...

-Masha. -Yes?

And you, Anna. I... I am asking you to leave us.

War stories are not for women's ears.

Our battalion was mostly formed out of people from our province.

Once, in Serbia, we were ambushed. And that was exactly what Sadkovsky

had warned us about, but no one had believed him. Moreover, I accused him of

deserting his watchpost. But he was right, to put it simply.

Everyone died in that ambush. Except us four.

-What was his name again? -Lieutenant Sadkovsky.

So maybe this is him, having his revenge after all these years?

This cannot be him. He died in that ambush. Our fight was not over.

A grenade exploded close by, and we got scattered all over.

-Right. -I have never seen him since.

Sir, they have found this.

German made. Jagdmesser, "hunter's knife."

I think this was made at the Brocken factory.

I never knew you for a melee weapon specialist, Pyotr.

Just so you know, I spent a year working in portside taverns in Marseille.

As a knife thrower.

I'll be. As for what I think... The knife is new, steel,

bog oak, handmade... made somewhere in Tula.

You're wrong.

No, it just says it next to the handguard, "Yegor Samsonov in Tula."

It's a good copy of the German item.

They've learned.

Impressive. Anton, we need to find out where Yegor Samsonov's knives are sold.

-And who has been buying them lately. -Will do.

But that is pointless. These knives are sold in every weapons shop.

We should still check.

Viktor, I suggest you do not go outside for some time. Get well.

I beg my leave, gentlemen.

Yakov, did you see that the murderer was wearing a uniform trench coat?

Of course.

Just like in my vision. And today, I saw an organ grinder

wearing the exact same trench coat and forage cap.

That's right, I saw him too. At the square. Where he always is.

-Arrest him. -Just because he's wearing a trench coat?

We would have to arrest half of the city then.

But the shooter was wearing a trench coat. That is a lead.

Okay, I will keep that in mind. And I will ask you to show no more initiative,

and to stay at home if you can. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

I would advise you to buy this wonderful revolver of the Smith & Wesson system.

The latest word in the science of firearms. Center-fire. With an extractor.

Hits from 600 paces. The latest system, in vogue these days.

No, I...

In that case, let me offer you something cheaper.

A Lefaucheux revolver, also wonderful. The price is only 18 rubles.

The thing is, I am not looking for a revolver...

Rifle!

Or a rifle, I am from the police!

You should have said so right away, instead of leading me on.

What can you tell me about this knife?

Do you want to know a professional's opinion?

Or do you want to know who purchased this knife?

I can see an intelligent man. Of course, I want to know who purchased it.

Well, this is a Tula knife. The Samsonov workshop produces a dozen of makes

of hunting knives.

-But there are also custom orders. -Right...

This one is not one of them, unfortunately.

Yes, unfortunately indeed. Well, thank you for the consultation.

Stop!

Police!

I said stop!

Guards!

Good morning.

-How are you feeling? -Don't worry. Don't worry, I am all right.

Dad, are you sure Sadkovsky is dead?

Anna, Mom banned you from looking into that case.

Dad, this is about your life. Did you see the body?

-You see... -Did you or did you not?

No, I did not.

-But they said... -Where are the records of the dead kept?

At the Ministry of War archive, I suppose.

I see. I just think that Sadkovsky who shot you and the organ grinder

are the same person.

Dad, I think you are hiding something from me. And whatever it is, I must know.

Beg your pardon, Mr Mironov.

Your correspondence.

Thank you, dear.

Killer in a Trench Coat.

The spirit of a dead officer takes revenge on his enemies after 10 years.

The police will never know what happened.

They come up with all sorts of things, and the yokels believe it.

Uncle, there is something I cannot understand.

This Sadkovsky is not among the dead. But not among the living either.

It happens sometimes, Anna. Maybe you have done something wrong.

No, I have done everything right. But he did not come.

Who is the organ grinder, then?

Much of it depends on the situation the spirit is in.

There are some circumstances that simply will not let him appear.

Well, I just asked, "are you dead or sleeping?"

And the man on the photo with his head down raised it and looked at me.

That is... That is contact.

That is a conversation. A connection.

So then... the spirit has appeared?

Sadkovsky lives.

Mr Shtolman!

Bring him in. There he is!

The villain. The build looks similar, the trench coat seems to be the same.

Take off your forage cap.

-State your name. -Vasily Korzhov.

-Occupation? -Well... I'm... A traveler.

A vagabond. Spill it, where did you get the trench coat, the officer's cap?

Well... A lady gave it to me. Out of the goodness of her heart.

And now tell us how you shot Mironov's lawyer. And how you killed others.

I'm not... Sir...

-Quit mumbling! Out with it. -Sir, sir!

No one! I killed no one!

Why are you scaring him, Anton? He is not going to tell you anything that way.

No one.

-I killed no one. -Come on. Is this your knife?

Not mine.

The knife is not mine.

Mine is in my boot.

Take it out, Anton.

Stop that.

Killed no one.

Knife in the boot... Then he does have a knife.

This... This... This one is mine.

And that one... How would I get that one?

I barely have enough money for bread.

Sir! Ain't guilty! I ain't guilty.

Come in.

Mr Shrolman, Lady Mironova here to see you.

-Call her in. -Come in.

Mr Shtolman, I am here with something very important.

Is that the organ grinder?

Let me.

Ms Mironova, what are you doing?

-He does not have a scar on his hand. -What scar?

The man who shot my father had a scar on the back of his hand.

Like from a sword. And this man doesn't.

And what do you think that means?

That isn't Sadkovsky.

Well, yes, he definitely does not resemble a lieutenant.

-I ain't guilty. I ain't guilty! -Let him go, Anton.

-How? -Just let him go.

I ain't never going to forget it, ossifer!

May God protect you, ossifer!

What was that about Sadkovsky? What does Sadkovsky have to do with it?

Hello.

Come on.

What are the news?

-Shtolman had a runner from St Petersburg. -There we go.

I recognized him. It was one of Varfolomeev's dogs.

I do not remember his last name, but he is a known figure.

What did they talk about?

My fault. They were talking quietly, being cautious.

-I could not make anything out. -That is a shame.

Although I have an idea what they talked about.

Do I stay close?

No, that would not be necessary. Pick me up tomorrow morning.

Hey, dear.

-Take it to the station to Yakov Shtolman. -Will do.

Deliver it personally.

I will deliver that, ma'am. Personally, ma'am.

So you think that Sadkovsky is alive? Of course I don't believe your strange...

You don't have to believe me, but I saw his hand with the scar.

Let us assume it's possible.

Has this really happened? You believe me?

Let me put it this way: our opinions on this matter converge.

Moreover, I have already sent a request to St Petersburg to find out

whether Lieutenant Sadkovsky is listed among the casualties.

Or listed missing in action. But you need to travel to St Petersburg for that,

to the Ministry of War archive.

Ms Mironova, this is late 19th century. There is telegraph.

-Come in. -Sir, a courier to see you.

Call him in.

Mr Shtolman, you have a note from a lady, sir.

Lady? What lady?

From the look of her, she'd be from the capital, sir.

Asked me to deliver it to you personally.

Personally? Give it to me, then.

-Something else you need? -Well, sir, you need to tip me, sir.

You are a pretty shrewd kid. The lady has given you your tip, sir.

Get out of here before I charge you with panhandling.

-Where were we? -You can read it, I'll wait.

No, on the contrary, this will wait.

I am just asking you to find out about Sadkovsky.

Please remember to do it.

My dear Yakov! I have arrived in Zatonsk. We need to meet.

I am waiting for you at the restaurant at noon. Do not be late.

Yours, N.

Nice town. My God, such a backwater. It must be hard for you, my dear Yakov.

This is not so bad. Simpler, but cleaner.

Look at our Shtolman the idealist. Don't make me laugh.

You belong in St Petersburg, and that is where you will return eventually.

-Nina, this has to end. -What do you mean?

-Why are you here? -I have missed you. You're so cold.

I promise, I will make things right.

You just have to wait a little bit, and you'll be back in the capital.

Do you think I care about it so much?

Do you think of staying here for the rest of your life?

I don't understand why you bother with all this.

Because you are mine.

I need you there, in St Petersburg.

Does anyone write you among our mutual acquaintances?

No.

Everyone has forgotten you. I am the only one who remembers.

And I think of you every day.

Why, you don't believe me? I want us to be together.

And I will fight until you are transferred.

I shudder to imagine what you mean by "fight."

I deserved that.

I'm sorry.

No. I accept that humbly. And I am not going to ask

who that young one you walk around everywhere with is.

This is definitely not what you think it is.

No?

Everyone keeps talking about Shtolman and his loyal assistant.

Yes, she really does help me sometimes. What of it?

Of course.

It it so thrilling for a lady, to visit the morgue with her idol.

Stop it.

I am leaving tomorrow. We will see each other soon.

Please, do not pretend you don't care.

Who's there?

Who is it?

Mironov, is that you?

Get out of here, scum!

You're not going to get me! You hear me, you son of a bitch?

Mironov... You bastard.

So you decided to get rid of everyone, you lowlife, all because of that report.

For ten years you've tried to wash off your shame with the blood of others.

You won't do it. It's too bad that at that duel with Sadkovsky, he didn't...

You?

Yes, Dad, come in.

How did you know it was me knocking?

Mom just never knocks.

Do you want to tell me why you fought with Sadkovsky that time?

Well... Tell me. What happened between you two that time?

I let myself... I was wrong. I insulted him. I accused him of cowardice.

We were on watch then.

Me, Lieutenant Dubov and Lieutenant Sadkovsky.

Suddenly, we ran into a similar Turk party in the woods.

A gunfight broke out, and...

Suddenly we saw that Sadkovsky was not there. He had disappeared.

Dubov and I had to fight back on our own.

And when we came back to camp, surprise, we saw Lieutenant Sadkovsky.

He claimed back then that he had spotted the Turks' main force,

and he had decided to follow it.

However, that information was not confirmed then.

I accused him of cowardice, and he challenged me to a duel.

It was only later, when we got ambushed, that...

that I realized he had been right.

I keep thinking about that man's fate. Why was he convicted?

You see, war is an ugly thing. Someone had to take the fall for the debacle,

that ambush and the defeat. And when we finally got together after our retreat,

many had been dead.

And Lieutenant Sadkovsky, no one has seen him since, either.

Then our company was reformed, many of us got sent to other regiments,

to other fronts.

-Do you blame yourself? -No. It's just... It is hard on me, I...

I realize that I was wrong.

If Sadkovsky is still alive, then it turns out your duel is not over.

This is where he was hiding.

He knew someone was coming for him.

Yes... The neighbors heard the shot, but were in no hurry to get involved.

They only saw somebody wearing a trench coat getting away.

The photograph. It was pierced with a knife for some reason.

-Mironov is the one who is stabbed. -Yes. I wonder who did it,

the killer or Dubov?

We need to wait for the killer at Mironov's.

Everything is in place there. The guards are there.

Besides, we need to send Sadkovsky's description to every hotel,

hostelry and tavern. A shame that you can't make out the face on the photograph.

Boy, run to the police station, bring this note to Mr Shtolman.

Just be quick, please.

How can I be of service, ma'am?

Oh, a friend of mine works here.

I doubt your friends would work here, ma'am.

Well, my fine fellow, life is full of surprises. Who should know but you?

That is true. Thank you.

Excuse me, I... I've come to talk.

I am the daughter of Mironov the lawyer.

-No one knows I'm here. I came myself. -What do you want?

Give me a couple of minutes. I need to explain myself.

-Shall I go? -Stay.

How did you find me?

I just did. It was much easier than you thought.

I've come to ask something of you. Don't do that duel, don't kill my father.

-What a drama... -Quiet.

So you are Mironov's daughter, right?

-Do you want some champagne? -No, thank you.

I am listening.

A wire came from St Petersburg. Sadkovsky is not listed as killed in action.

He is listed as court-martialed for desertion.

Convicted to all his civil status rights stripped, five years of hard labor,

-and another five at a penal colony. -That is, ten years.

Now he is back and taking his revenge on former comrades?

-Yes. But for what? -I don't know.

That was a rhetorical question. Why did the killer meet his victim face to face

three times, but tried to shoot Mironov sneakily?

-I don't know. -That was rhetorical, too.

Come in.

Someone saying they're here to see you, sir.

Send them in.

What do you have?

As for the duel, it is decided, we will fight.

It will end right where it began. I don't want to tell you the details,

that is between me and your father.

-But I'm begging you... -Leave it! It is not up to discussion.

I think you see ghosts, or something like that.

How are my former comrades?

That is cruel.

I am going to join them soon, that is why I'm curious.

-Tell me, how is it on the other side? -I don't know. I've never been there.

That's what I thought.

And in your place, I would do the exact same thing.

I beg my leave, Mademoiselle Mironova.

Look at that... Just like a novel.

What are you doing here?

-What are you doing here? -I... Someone led me here...

I realized Sadkovsky was here.

And I wanted to stall him until you came.

That was reckless. Ms Mironova, thank God you're alive.

Mr Shtolman, I was not risking anything.

Sadkovsky only kills his comrades-in-arms.

He had a fight with my father, and he challenged him to a duel.

So that's how it was. You were right, Sadkovsky is alive, but he was serving

his time doing hard labor. He was court martialed.

What a story. It's even more convoluted than

The Adventures of Agrippine the Nun and Count Poinson.

-Why didn't you report that he was here? -I never recognized him.

And he wouldn't let me go until the lady came.

Go downstairs. They'll take your statement there.

Mr Shtolman!

-Mr Shtolman, he got away. -My God...

Don't worry, your house is being guarded. What matters is that your father

act reasonably. What did you talk about with Sadkovsky?

I... I was trying to talk him out of that duel. But he was adamant.

And also he said that it would end where it all began.

-Who was that? Who went out just now? -Well... your steward.

What steward? We don't have a steward. Call Mr Shtolman immediately!

Yes, ma'am.

So preposterous.

-Duel? Where do they meet? -If only I knew.

We can't go combing all the surrounding forests at random.

Gentlemen! Mr Shtolman, look what I found.

Unfortunately, Mr Mironov hasn't given us a chance to read it.

-I know where they are. Let's go. -I'm coming with you.

I thought you weren't coming.

You did try to get away last time.

Something got in our way last time. It was force majeure.

Enough talk.

Sadkovsky! Drop your sword! Resistance is futile!

-Let us finish. -Let us finish!

-Mr Mironov, don't be childish. -Dad! Dad, please. I'm begging you.

Do you admit to killing Nabokin, Ishutin and Dubov?

Yes, yes, I admit, I killed them. They should have died earlier. In battle!

But they ran.

Did you come to believe that serving your sentence?

No, before that. In the war. We were all supposed to die in that ambush.

-Were you wounded? -I was. A Serbian woman took care of me.

And then our men came. And I couldn't explain why I spent six months there.

And I got arrested. For desertion.

And Mr Mironov's report about me played a part in that.

What report?

I wrote a report then, about Lieutenant Sadkovsky leaving his post.

Now I know I was wrong.

So you convicted your comrades-in-arms to death for cowardice.

-But you granted yourself amnesty? -No, I was supposed to die last.

How?

I don't know. Maybe I'd throw myself off a bridge.

Why did you shoot at Mr Mironov at night, then? That is no duel.

I did not shoot at Mr Mironov.

What do you mean, you did not? Who did, then?

Dubov! The idiot. He thought it was Mironov killing everybody,

to bury the shame of his report. So he tried to cheat his fate and kill Mironov.

Mr Shtolman, I take the responsibility of representing Mr Sadkovsky in court.

That is your right. Take him away.

Mr Mironov, we are not done!

Come in.

Ms Mironova.

Mr Shtolman, I ran away without saying goodbye then. I couldn't say a word.

I am so grateful to you. You saved my father.

That is not certain. It was a duel, after all.

Yes, but if my father had killed his adversary...

It would have been more preferable, but you are right, of course.

Hard to call such an outcome satisfactory.

In any case, you got involved and saved him.

How did you know that the duel was going to take place there?

Do you remember Sadkovsky's words? "It will end right where it began."

At the archive I found out that their battalion, before being sent to the front,

had its training right there. At the Kazachy ravine.

Logically, that's where they would meet for their final fight.

-How lucky that you have that gift. -You are the one with the gift,

Ms Mironova, and what we have is police routine.

Don't be so modest, you are very astute and...

Leave it.

How is your father?

-His arm is getting better, thank God. -Send your family my regards.

-Of course. Have a nice day. -You too.

-It is so beautiful here. Do you mind? -Sure. I like this place.

I knew I would find you here.

Do I know you?

No. But Yakov has told me a lot about you. Don't be surprised.

Yakov and I are old friends. I am very glad that you are supporting him.

That you have become his friend. These are hard times for him.

Your abilities command surprise, and admiration.

Can you invite me to one of your seances?

I don't do public seances.

Why not? If you need any help with organizing one, I know many mediums

in St Petersburg. In fact, I am generally well-connected.

-I really do not understand. -Let us be friends.

-So you're... -I'm what?

Excuse me. I have to go.

Goodbye, Anna.

-Is everything all right, ma'am? -Everything is fine.

I leave today. The Empress does not like it when I am away for long.

But you stay. Keep an eye on Yakov. I don't want him to worry.

Let him think that no one wants him here.

Come on.

SATISFACTION