you seen the old woman, the princess?
Your old woman died of typhus last year.
Have you interrogated Tarakanov?
Tarakanov, Tarakanov!
Where will you find Tarakanov now?
False boxes arrive in Petrograd.
And the real collection was taken
from the estate and hidden in another place.
Are you sure it's not at the prince's estate?
Sure! I've searched every corner,
knocked every brick.
They've taken and hidden it so you'll never find it.
Who's hidden it?
The former manager of the
prince's estate, Tarakanov.
- Tarakanov?
- Well, yes.
Because the person who the muggers
stole the picture from...
is Tarakanov, according to their description.
Hi.
I have 13 Tarakanovs here.
If you please!
Right.
Bring him in.
Right, stand up. This one?
I told you, Comrade Boss. It was dark there.
We don't work during the day.
What are you saying? Boss, boss...
The third year of the revolution,
you should be free of this slavish mentality.
Sit. This one?
- Yes.
- Stand!
No. The other was a bit taller.
Wait, wait, you said he was a little weasly type?
You're the boss... you know best.
- This one?
- No, the other one
was wearing a cap and glasses.
- You said a hat?
- No, glasses, definitely glasses.
You know best, you're the boss.
What are you going on about. Boss, boss...
Right, next. This one? Stand! This one?
- No. It's him.
- Definitely?
- Definitely, it's him!
- What makes you think so?
The other one was also wearing galoshes.
Tsits!
Half of Petrograd wears galoshes,
every second person.
You're the boss, you know best.
That's all, take him away!
Right, Makar, enough playing the goat.
There is a man in Petrograd who can help us.
A renowned criminologist,
and a great art aficionado, to boot.
- You mean Dobrovo?
- Yes.
Prokofiy Filippovitch Dobrovo.
Prokofiy Filippovitch, we really, really beg you.
You beg in vain, Mister Makar.
Firstly!
Using your terminology, I am a police dog.
And to have dealings with you,
a representative of the revolutionary proletariat...
wouldn't be wise.
- Prokofiy Filippovitch!
- There you are.
Excuse me, Prokofiy Filippovitch,
but for me you are, let me say, ...
Secondly!
Who needs this collection now,
if Russia is going to the Tatars.
- How can you say that.
- And thirdly.
You expressed here, in plain words,
that I will receive a ration from you.
Remember this, Mister Ovchinnikov.
Dobrovo is not for sale, not even for a ration.
Prokofiy Filippovitch,
you are a renowned specialist in your field.
- You are an experienced detective.
- I am not a detective.
- I am a criminologist.
- That's what I meant.
The most respected lawyers
in Russia used to come to this study.
I was invited as a consultant to Paris,
Amsterdam, Venice.
- There you go!
- I see.
You mean to say that without
you we won't cope with this case.
Yes, you have experience, knowledge,
that's true. I don't have them.
But I give you my word, Mister Dobrovo.
I will find this collection, I'll find it even if devils took it.
I've received a letter from Paris.
Sergei Sanytch has indicated you as being a person...
who can transport some of his
possessions across the border.
I don't want to get into trouble
with the Soviet authorities.
And what is it that you want
to transport across the cordon?
- Some sculptures, pictures.
- Many?
No, a few boxes. Which will fit into one cart.
And the Bronze Horseman,
you're not going to send that to Paris?
No, we'll leave the Bronze Horseman where it is.
And if I refuse?
Don't refuse. You owe too much to the prince.
That's one.
Secondly, you won't be very pleased...
if the Bolshevik's find out that
the flight of the prince and his family...
was organised by you, Mister Shilovski.
No need. There's no need to frighten me,
llya Spiridonovitch.
I'm not afraid of anyone,
not you, not God, not the devil.
But... I'll help the prince.
I wouldn't like his treasures to be looted.
Citizens of Soviet Russia,
the revolution has