Frankie Drake Mysteries (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 10 - Anastasia - full transcript

You won't tell me why I'm
going to this address?

- And ruin the surprise?
- I hate surprises.

All the more reason not to tell you.

It's Louisa Winchester's house.

Louisa Winchester, the
young, beautiful,

and now very wealthy widow
of Edward Winchester?

Do I detect a note of jealousy?

Please. Bourgeois life
is not appealing.

Says anyone who's not bourgeois.

Are you and she on friendly terms?

Now that time, I definitely
detected a note of jealousy.



Hemy.

I met her on the society beat.

She's entertaining.

- I might even like her.
- Please.

You hate the society beat.

So what's really going on? A story?

- It might even be big.
- And how do I fit in to it?

She asked me to recommend
a private detective.

Oh, and of course you thought of me.

- I thought of a lot of people.
- Well, aren't you sweet.

So what's the case?

Well, I wouldn't dare
steal her thunder.

Just do me a favour
and prove her right.

Prove her right about what?



Hello! You must

be Miss Drake. Ernest has
told me so much about you.

Well, I'm afraid Ernest did
not do me the same favour.

I'm so happy you're taking the case.

I'd love to know what
it is before I say yes.

- Of course. Follow me.
- OK.

Are those...

Cossack dancers. Yeah.

Sergei, Sasha, and Mischa.

I've seen them perform last
week near the university,

just arrived in town from Rochester.

They look more like warriors.

Well, people only
think of the dancing,

but the Cossacks are
magnificent soldiers,

known for their bravery
and their loyalty.

And you invited them to
come stay at your home?

Of course. I'm a great admirer
of all things Russian.

- I have been since I was a girl.
- I can see why.

My father was once
ambassador to Russia.

It was a country of
beauty and culture.

Since the revolution, Cossacks
are no longer welcome

in their own homeland. They're
still loyal to Tsar Nicholas II

despite his unforgivable
assassination by the Bolsheviks.

Not to mention the murder

of his wife, son and four daughters.

I have reason to hope

the rumours of his children's
demise are exaggerated...

which is why you're here.

Miss Drake,

allow me to present

the youngest daughter of
Tsar Nicholas II of Russia,

the Great Duchess
Anastasia Nickolaevna.

What?

Oh!

Ana is resting upstairs.

I suppose I should have

let her know before everyone else,

but I didn't expect
her to be so shocked.

It's not every day you find
out you're dead royalty.

You can't believe everything
you read in the papers.

British Intelligence is certain

that the entire Romanov family
was executed by gunfire in 1918.

Yet, the Russian government

was very clear in denying the killing

of the Tsarina Alexandra
and her four daughters.

You can't believe everything
you read in the papers.

Miss Drake, the instant I saw Ana,

I recognized her as the
Grand Duchess Anastasia.

You recognized her how?

I met her once, at the winter palace.

It was 1905.

My father had taken me there.

That's actually when the Tsar
Nicholas II gave me this.

It was made by Faberge.

The Faberge?

He didn't just make eggs, you know.

Mrs. Winchester, you can't...

possibly believe that she
is a dead Russian princess

just because you met
her once as a child.

That's not the only reason.
She has a ring on a chain

around her neck.
It's the Ring of Rasputin.

- "The Ring of Rasputin"?
- I was there

when Rasputin gave the
ring to Anastasia.

She was his favourite.

He said the ring would
protect her from harm.

- Clearly, it has.
- Clearly.

I'm not surprised by your skepticism.

That's why I want to hire you

to prove Ana is,
in fact, the princess.

Well, if you believe she is,
what difference does it make?

This isn't just for me.
The Bolshevik Revolution

forced many Russians
to flee their country.

And today, they're hoping for
the return of the monarchy

and the Russia which once was.

Anastasia will be that hope.

Well, I'll look into it,

but you might not like what I find.

I have every confidence I will.

Rasputin gave Anastasia the ring?

That's what Mrs. Winchester claims.

I don't know where it came from.

I should've sold it months ago.

I need the money, but...

I can't bring myself to part with it.

It feels important.

Why don't we start at the beginning?

Tell me where you're from.

I don't know.
I can't remember anything

before waking up in a
hospital in New York.

Nothing at all? No names or faces?

Sometimes I get a feeling I'm
familiar with something...

or someone, like Mrs. Winchester.

It's as if I've met her before.

Clearly you're well educated.
Your English is perfect

and I hear you speak
fluent Russian as well?

Sometimes I'm not sure which
language I'm speaking.

The next time, it's English.
They're both in my head.

And where does the name Ana come from?

The nurse at the hospital.
She said I told her

that was my name when I was admitted.

I was...

in a bad way, apparently.

- What else did she tell you?
- I was found

wandering the streets,

delirious, near the ferry
from Ellis Island.

They assumed I came from Europe.

There's no record of your entry?

No. They think I was a stowaway.

You don't believe I'm
Anastasia, do you?

Do you?

So, a Russian princess.
That's a new one.

I doubt we'll find what Mrs.
Winchester is looking for.

I mean, how do you prove
someone is a princess?

- Make her sleep on a pea?
- I can always count on you.

So what's the plan?

Well, I think we should start
by talking to the dancers

our princess was working for.

Russian dancers? Ballerinas?

Not exactly.

Definitely not ballerinas.

Which one do you want to talk to?

You can take that one.

I'm going over there.

I met Ana six months ago

at a hospital in New York.

She spoke Russian so they
needed someone to translate.

But by the time I arrived,

she was speaking perfect English.

And you had no idea who she
was or how she got there?

No. Of course...

I tried to find out who she was,

but I had no luck. She is a mystery.

And how did she end
up with your troupe?

I took pity on her.

She was all alone and had nothing.

So how'd you become a performer?

We can't be the Tsar's
cabaret anymore,

and since the revolution,
people in America

are crazy for all things Russian.

So, when Sasha and I met Sergei,

forming a performing troupe
was a simple decision.

Mischa and I are cousins.
I came here with my mother

when I was a boy, and my
father stayed behind in Russia

- to serve the Tsar.
- What do you think of Ana?

Well, she's not Anastasia.

There are rumours of survivors,

but only because those
loyal to the Tsar

don't want to believe
the Romanovs are gone.

All these months I
wondered who she might be.

Why not Anastasia?

She speaks perfect Russian,
French, English.

I've even heard some German.

She's not Anastasia.

The princess is dead, Miss Drake.

A man like Lenin doesn't win a
revolution by being merciful.

No, Mrs. Winchester's chasing a ghost.

Well, that got us nowhere.

- We need something more concrete.
- Let's get a medical exam,

see if she even matches what we
know about Anastasia physically.

- I'll call Flo.
- Something about this

smells funny. A wealthy,
Russian-obsessed widow

who just happens to find a
presumed-dead princess?

Well, when you put it like that...

but if it is a con,
then Ana's a very good actress.

Time to call in an expert.

Let me get this straight.

You want me to con a rich widow?

No. I don't want you to con
her. I want you to find out

- if she's being conned.
- Oh. Yeah. OK.

That makes more sense. So, how
would you like me to play it?

Go to the house, poke around,
see if you can find out

- who is conning whom.
- I mean, what's the angle?

- What is my role?
- Long lost family friend?

- My Russian accent stinks.
- Well, you could be

- part of the staff.
- I don't do servant class.

- If you don't wanna do this...
- I didn't say I didn't want to!

You know, there's a
room full of Faberge.

Faberge? Now you're
speaking my language.

You say this Mrs. Winchester's

intent on introducing this girl
to the world as a princess.

- That's right.
- Hmm.

I just might have an idea.

That's it.

You've been a remarkably
quiet patient.

I almost thought I was
working on one of my usuals.

I hope my blood pressure's a
little higher than theirs.

- So, how'd it go?
- I like this kid.

She's got a sense of humour.
Well, I'd put Ana

around 20 years of age,
give or take a year.

That would match Anastasia's age.

She's got good teeth,
no developmental defects and she

was well taken care of as a
child. She ate properly.

OK, so she wasn't poor. Another match.

Your blood doesn't clot very quickly.

Could she be a hemophiliac?
All of Queen Victoria's

descendants were, and Anastasia
is her great granddaughter.

Ana could be a carrier of the
disease, or she just might

take a lot of Aspirin,
which I suspect you do.

You're right. I often
suffer from headaches.

But how did you know?

The scar on your hairline gave me
a clue, which is why I pulled in

a favour from one of the gals in
radiology down at the hospital,

and had her take this.

- Is that a bullet?
- That's exactly what that is.

That means I've been shot in the head.

- At some point, yeah.
- Anastasia faced

- a firing squad.
- How long ago was she shot?

It's hard to say.

At least a year ago, probably longer.

But how can I even be alive?

The brain is a complex organ.

There are many cases of severe
damage to it that never affect

the patient. You're
functioning normally

in almost every aspect, but the bullet

might explain the memory loss.

Then I won't get my memory back?

Anything is possible.

Anything.

Mrs. Winchester. Sorry to bother you.

We just need a moment.

Oh! Well now!

Are these your private
detectives? Women?

What a very interesting choice.

Miss Drake, Miss Clarke,
this is Mrs. Amory.

She's a specialist in...
how do you put it?

Makeovers. Well,
transformations, actually.

Bringing out the class
in someone. Remind me

- to give you two my card.
- Nice to meet you as well.

Mrs. Amory's responsible
for the grooming

of the wayward daughter
of Lady Astoria

for the London season.

Who was an absolute sensation,
if I do say so!

That's... amazing.
You're a princess-maker.

Oh, no, no, no.

I don't make princesses. I merely

reintroduce her to her true self,

exactly what Mrs. Winchester
here wants. Isn't that so?

- Absolutely.
- Now, I presume

- you have something to tell me.
- Yes.

A medical examination
was performed on Ana.

- And?
- We took an x-ray of her skull.

An x-ray? What's wrong?

She has a bullet lodged in her brain.

Holy cow! As you say.

The bullet from the firing squad.

It's her!

The Grand Duchess Anastasia
is under my roof.

- It's too soon to say for sure.
- Well, you don't have to say

anything more. Thank you
for your hard work,

but I won't be needing
your services any longer.

Well, now that that's settled,
where do we begin?

Where, exactly!

We have a lot of work to
do to get the princess

ready for her debut!

- Well, how do you like that?
- Unbelievable.

What are we gonna do about Nora?

As long as her accent holds, nothing.

Trudy...

It's addressed to Anastasia.

But who knows she's here?

Caviar?

"All Romanovs must die."

We checked with the staff.

- No one saw or heard anything.
- There's no postmark,

which means it was hand
delivered. It would have been

easy enough for someone
without anyone noticing.

The grounds were searched,
but most likely, whoever left

- the package is long gone.
- Obviously it was Bolsheviks!

Somehow they knew about Anastasia.

- We can't just jump to that conclusion.
- Who else could it be?

You never told anyone
outside this house?

No. And my staff, I
have absolute faith in.

- The Cossacks?
- They're sworn

- to protect a Romanov.
- Someone believes

- Ana is Anastasia.
- Which means she's still in danger.

So what should we do?

The first thing we can do is
drop all of this Anastasia

business. That's the only way
we can ensure your safety.

Impossible! This will
only be the first

of many challenges the
princess must face.

Do I not have any say in this?

Is it my life! I know

the medical report. I have
the Ring of Rasputin.

There is a bullet in my head!

All those feelings I've had...

I believe I am Anastasia.

Last of the Romanovs.

I am glad

to see you've realized who you are.

Even if it puts you in danger?

Even then.

And let us try this
once again, shall we?

Shoulders back.

And chin up. Up, my dear.

A princess must have better posture

- than a dockworker.
- Do I really have

- to learn all this?
- Actually...

I am surprised that you
have forgotten it all.

Breeding, my dear, is innate.

Meaning?

Meaning it should come
naturally to you.

- Are you testing me?
- No. I'm merely here to help,

but if you don't want me to...

Is that any way to address royalty?

Now that's more like it.

Mrs. Amory, can we have a word?

Certainly. And while I'm gone,

you two might practice
the waltz. Miss Clark,

you lead.

So what do you think? Is she
pulling one over on everyone

- like you are with that accent?
- Whatsoever do you mean?!

Well, she certainly has the attitude

and she did buy into the whole
princess idea pretty quick.

- Didn't she?
- Yeah! What better way to sell

yourself as a hated royal
than to fake a death threat?

I thought so too.

Yeah! See? You and me, we think alike.

- Well, that isn't comforting.
- Well... On the other hand,

- if she's not faking it...
- Who's trying to hurt the girl?

Right! So what do you wanna do now?

Well... you continue waltzing.
I'm gonna find the fish

- that laid these eggs.
- Good.

Such a tragic tale:

a royal family...

executions...

love... betrayal... revolution.

And now, suddenly,

a supposedly dead heir
to the throne appearing?

It's all so...

well, very Russian.

I didn't realize you
were such a romantic.

Oh, I have read them all!

Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy, Pushkin.

So you're a fan of Russian literature?

Oh, yes. When I was
growing up, there was

an elderly Russian woman who
lived next door to us, and she

- taught me all about them.
- In exile?

No, she left Russia by choice.
The way she told it,

life living under the
Tsar wasn't exactly...

pleasant for most people.

Revolutions tend to
happen for a reason.

So do you really think
that it could be her?

The bullet wound is very
compelling evidence.

- It does sound compelling.
- But not conclusive.

Mary, do you have any
connections in New York City?

- No, not really. Why?
- I need you to check and see

if there's anyone matching
Ana's description

from missing person reports in New
York over the last few years.

I'll get right on it. Here's your fan.

Thank you.

I came as soon as I got your message.

Did you prove she's the princess?

No, not yet.

It could be the scoop of the
century. "Russian Princess

found Alive in Hogtown." It's
got a nice ring, doesn't it?

You're researching all
things Russian, aren't you?

- Why?
- Where in Hogtown

might I find Bolsheviks?

I don't suspect there are
many around. If there are,

- they keep a low profile.
- And why is that?

Well, the Russians that
are here are loyalists.

They hate Bolsheviks. Why do you ask?

There was a death threat against Ana.

If anyone would want her dead,
it would be a Bolshevik.

Well, I wish I could help you.

There might be something you can do.

Where would I find this?

Why are you holding my hand?

To avoid arousing suspicion.

- Why?
- I may have been here

once or twice before, doing research.

"All things Russian."
Just... play along.

Alexei.

You again? And this
is the lovely Miss...

Oh.

My mistake. And what would madam like?

Darling.

Let's go all out.

- Whatever you desire.
- Vodka.

We might have a bottle tucked away.

And caviar.

But we're very selective,
aren't we, dear?

- Very.
- I would love to see

- the tin first if possible.
- Of course.

"Research"?

Once or twice.

Was she good at shorthand?

Are we back to jealousy now?

Let's just focus on finding out

if there's anyone here who
wants a princess dead.

My Aunt Marie

is in England. My grandmother,
the dowager empress Xenia,

is in Denmark with my aunt...

Olga. And Xenia

is in England, Marie is in Denmark.

A princess can't

bugger up her family tree.

Why, oh why, is there
not a drop of vodka

in this entire Russian smorgasbord?

I'm never going to remember it all!

All the royals in Europe are related

in one way or another.
It's so complicated!

And tawdry, dear. Don't forget tawdry.

I need to use the toilet.

All right, but that kind of language

is going to shock
your royal relations.

Psst! Trudy, darling.

- Cover for me. I gotta pop out.
- Me?

Yeah! Just do it.

I trust this will do.

That's perfect.

So tell me, where would I buy that?

We are the only place in the
city where you can get it.

Oh. Well, that's good to know.

So, tell me... do you miss the Tsar?

The best thing that happened to Russia

is the death of that swine.

Surely not all Russians agree.

All true Russians do. As Lenin said,

Which means freedom of discussion,

unity of action.
We are Bolsheviks here.

What about the rumours that
some of the Romanovs survived?

I have heard these rumours.

Some even say the Tsar's
daughter survived,

that one of them was
seen in New York City,

that she crossed the
border into Canada.

- And what do you say?
- I say...

if there are survivors,
we will find them.

There will be no warning.

There will only be death. Excuse me.

I had no idea Alexei was a Bolshevik.

- I have to warn Ana.
- Then let's get the hell

- out of here.
- No. You stay here.

See what you can find out
over this bottle of vodka.

The things I do for you.

Ana?

Ana?!

A Romanov cannot be
with a man like me.

It doesn't matter who I am.

It won't change anything between us.

It changes everything.

I'm sorry.

This has to be goodbye.

You and Sasha?

No one knew.

Sergei would not have approved.

He would've sent me away.
Promise you won't tell him?

I promise.

Sasha and I had plans to marry, but...

now I am a princess.

I guess this is the life
I have ahead of me.

There are Bolsheviks here

in Toronto and we believe
they know about Ana.

- How is that possible?
- I'm not sure.

But I don't think they would
hesitate to harm her.

After all that's happened,
what is there to be afraid of?

- Get down!
- Get her to safety!

We'll never find him out here.

He's long gone.

Where's Ana? We need to
get to her right away.

I took her to her room.

That's Ana!

Anastasia!

- Ana?
- Are you OK?

The ring... they stole it.

It all happened so suddenly.

The lights went out and I
felt a pull on my neck.

I thought I was being strangled,

but... they only took the ring.

Not much of a Bolshevik
assassin if all he did

was steal Ana's ring. It seems
downright capitalist, in fact.

Mrs. Winchester, you really believe

- this is all about the ring?
- Is it that valuable?

Well, yes, but not in the
way you might think.

Rasputin had powers
gifted to him from God.

You really think people believe

that this ring has magical powers?

Absolutely.

Ugh! You don't have

to tell me, Boris darling.
I know this is the backwoods

and don't ask me to
explain why I'm here.

So, did you talk to your
charming friend at Sotheby's?

No, no, no.

I told you, about the dog,
not the egg.

Oh, well, isn't that
interesting. And it fetched

how much? How much?!

Phew, so I heard you
right the first time.

Well, let me tell you, Mrs. W's
got a room full of the stuff.

Oh, Boris, you're such a
naughty boy, and I'd love to.

Really, I would, but I can't.
Not right now.

Yeah. Kisses and all that, darling.

Hemy. You look terrible.

All for a noble cause.
Any developments?

There is, in fact.

Ana was shot at. And
a ring that Rasputin

apparently gave to
Anastasia was stolen

- from around Ana's neck.
- Alexei was telling the truth.

- What do you mean?
- Well, after you left,

the vodka loosened up Alexei

and he told me that a
famous Bolshevik assassin

was in town. Anton Andreevich.

He arrived by boat from the states

and he was apparently at
the Tsar's execution.

- He could be the shooter.
- I've got a source

at the ferry docks.
I'll see what I can find out.

That would be terrific.

Frankie...

Ahem.

Well, I look forward to seeing
how all this turns out.

Me too.

It took a little doing, but I

found something, thanks to a
gabby detective on the NYPD.

I'm all ears.

Are you feeling all right?
You're looking a little flushed.

I'm fine! What's in the envelope?

Ah!

Mona Simmons. 23.

Born Mona Gregorovich.
She immigrates here

by herself from Russia in 1915.

In 1916, she marries Leonard Simmons.

Then in 1917, she goes missing,
and the police believe

her husband had something
to do with it.

So why do you think she might be Ana?

Well, the police eventually discovered

that Mona was shot in the head.

And she survived?

Well, according to the
police report, she managed

to get herself to a nearby
Catholic church, where the nuns

- were able to treat her wounds.
- And then?

Well, the Mother
Superior told the police

that after Mona recovered,

she just disappeared. And
that's where the report ends.

But Frankie, here's the thing.

The Mother Superior's
description of Mona

matches Ana to a T.

And there's no trail
of her afterwards?

Not that I could find.

So Ana might be Mona Gregorovich.

She very well could be.

So a Bolshevik assassin
shot at Ana, missed,

then broke into the
house and attacked her.

Maybe they had an accomplice,
someone working on the inside.

So where's the ring? The house
has been searched up and down,

special attention paid to
the staff. No sign of it.

What about Mrs. Winchester?
I mean, she was here

- when the ring was stolen.
- You can't believe that.

Maybe she can't, but I can.
This is a con,

just the other way around.
That's a cheap knockoff.

So's that. And this dog...

- That is too?
- No. That's real.

That's what I was off doing,
talking to an old friend

who knows where these
sorts of items are.

Mrs. Winchester said that
the Tsar gave it to her

at the winter palace before the war.

Yeah. Nice story. The truth
is her late husband bought it

- at an auction.
- She lied. Why?

More importantly, what else
has she been lying about?

I don't think you ever met Anastasia

or watched Rasputin put
a ring around her neck.

So what kind of con
are you running here?

It's no con. And I didn't
steal the ring. I would never

- hurt a Romanov.
- Why should I believe you?

My father really was

ambassador to Russia. My mother and I

stayed home, but I did
visit once, as a child,

and that's when I heard the
stories about Rasputin

and the Tsar's family.
One night, my father

was attending a banquet for the Tsar.

He was mistakenly given the
Tsar's plate and was poisoned.

He died an agonizing death.

I'm sorry.

It is my duty to make sure the death

of my father was not in vain.
He saved the Tsar,

now his daughter must
save the Tsar's daughter.

Here's the problem. I think
I know who Ana really is.

- You do?
- Yeah.

A woman named Mona Gregorovich.

She was a young, Russian immigrant

who disappeared from New York. It would
explain the language, it would explain

- where she came from...
- But the bullet?

Even that can be explained. I know you

really want her to be Anastasia,
but if she's not,

there's a young, innocent
woman who's in great danger.

Of course. You're right.

How do we stop this?

The first thing we have
to do is find that ring.

Well, at least Mrs. Winchester

finally understands how serious
the threat against Ana is.

Not that it changes anything.
There's still a killer on the loose.

Find the ring, find the assassin.

- Exactly.
- What about the Cossacks?

Ana's been with them for
months. I mean, if one

of them wanted to steal the ring,
they could have done it ages ago.

Yeah, but she wasn't Princess
Anastasia then, and the ring

was just the ring. They found
out the same time we did.

OK. Well, then, which one

would it be? Maybe it was all of them.

Yeah, but I doubt it was Sasha,

- since he and Ana were lovers.
- That leaves Sergei and Mischa.

I'll talk to Sergei.

You get Mischa.

Hello.

Put that down. It's not a toy.

Don't worry. I know my way

- around a sword.
- Not this kind of sword.

How about a duel?

This isn't fencing.

That sword is sharp.
One touch and you will bleed.

I'm not afraid of a little blood.

You know how to fire a gun?

I'm a Cossack. Of course I
know how to fire a gun,

but I prefer the sword.

Don't jab. Curve your arm

with the blade. Why do you ask?

Where were you when
Ana's ring was stolen?

- The ring has been stolen?
- You seem surprised.

I have more important things to
do than play fight with you.

You're not leaving?

Please, get out of my way.

We barely got to know each other.

There's something between us.

I can't be the only one who feels it.

You are very beautiful,

but be careful what you ask of me.

I don't need money,
if that's what you mean.

Money won't be a problem.

- Because of this?
- My ring!

- It never belonged to you!
- Mischa!

Wise decision.

- Where's your partner?
- What are you talking about?

You're working with the
Bolshevik assassin, aren't you?

Of course I'm not. I'm a Cossack!

- Then who fired the shot?
- I don't know. I swear by it.

Look, all I know is after it happened,

I went to see Ana and she was
alone. She's never alone.

And that gave you the perfect
opportunity to steal

- the Ring of Rasputin.
- How could I not?

If it really is the Ring of Rasputin,

it would change my life.
I'd be a god on Earth.

You don't seriously
believe that, do you?

You aren't Russian.

I wouldn't expect you to understand.

It's such a relief to have it back.

I felt its loss so strongly.

Ana, this isn't over.

Of course it is.
It was all about the ring.

Mischa took advantage
of the distraction,

but there's still a killer out
there who wants you dead.

And he's not done trying.

There's a way

to stop all of this.

What's this?

Who you might really be.

"Mona Gregorovich."

I need some time to think.

Frankie.

My source at the ferry
dock came through.

What have you got?

Anton Andreevich's entry visa.

It's got a picture of the man himself.

Oh, my God. Sergei.

Ana's vanished.
We can't find her anywhere.

- Where's Sergei?
- Sergei?

- He should be in his room. Why?
- His real name

is Anton Andreevich.
He's the Bolshevik assassin.

Oh, God!

He's alive.

If Sergei's the assassin,
then who stabbed him?

And what happened to Ana?

I heard a noise

and went to investigate.
They ambushed me.

I've searched the house.

Ana's gone? We have to find her.

Just drop the act.
I've seen your travel papers.

I know your real name is Anton
Andreevich. You're a Bolshevik.

I am a Cossack, sworn to
protect the Romanov family.

I took the identity of a
Bolshevik to escape Russia.

- Why go to New York?
- New York has

so many Russian immigrants.
I wanted to be amongst my own.

That's where I heard about Ana,
whose description

- sounded like Anastasia.
- And if she

- happened to still be alive...
- I needed to keep her safe

until I could find out
if she really was,

so I moved my troupe
from city to city.

All right. Say I believed you.

Who's the Bolshevik assassin?
Who stabbed you?

I don't know.

Well, it wasn't Mischa.
He only cares about the ring.

And Sasha is in love with Ana.

Sasha and Ana? I would
have never permitted that.

Well, don't worry. It's over.

Sasha said a man like him can
never be with a Romanov.

"A man like him..."

meaning a Bolshevik.

Well, if I was a Bolshevik assassin

with a Romanov princess,
where would I go?

I know just the place.

Ana! Thank God.

- What are you doing here?
- We have to go.

- Go? Why?
- Ana, you don't understand.

It's Sasha.

What about me?

Sasha is a Bolshevik.

He brought you here to kill you.

No, he didn't! He brought
me here to marry me!

We're waiting for a priest.
Aren't we, Sasha?

Sasha?

I'm sorry, Ana.

I have no choice.

Get out of my way.

Move. Get out of my way
or I'll kill you too.

You're not a killer, Sasha.

That's why you sent

the death threat, isn't it? So
you wouldn't have to kill Ana.

I thought if she could
just stay Ana...

perhaps I wouldn't have to do my duty.

But you're a Cossack.
Your duty is to defend

- the royal family.
- No. My father was a Cossack,

and he was killed protecting
the Tsar and that institution

- which was crumbling for years.
- So you joined the Bolsheviks.

- His death was for nothing!
- Sasha, if you're

going to kill anyone, it will be me.

What are you waiting for?

What if she's not Anastasia?

You're willing to kill
the woman you love?

Don't listen to their lies.

I would have given it
all up for you, Sasha.

I can be Mona Gregorovich

if you want me to be.

I'd renounce my lineage... for you.

You'd do that for me?

If you won't kill her, then I will!

Trudy, get him!

Sasha...

- Sasha...
- I'm so sorry.

Anastasia...

No!

So Trudy turned Alexei
over to the police.

He'll be charged with Sasha's murder.

You should get Ana

to safety as soon as possible.

We are traveling incognito
to Denmark tonight.

She'll be reunited with
her aunt and grandmother.

What if she isn't Anastasia?

Then she'll know.

Thank you for saving her life.

I owe you my life,
Mrs. Winchester.

The Romanov family is
forever in your debt.

I was only doing

what my father would have wanted.

Whatever happens,

I thank you both. I
suppose I will learn

who I truly am once I
arrive in Denmark.

I hope you find what
you're looking for.

I did read Mona Gregorovich's story.

It's like a Russian tragedy.

I guess we'll never know
what happened to her.

I'll walk you to the car.

So is Mrs. Winchester gonna

have to take inventory now
that you're out of her house?

I will have you know that
pretty little mutt is a gift

for the extraordinary
results of my tutelage.

Faberge should stick to eggs.

I wonder if I could pull
off a con like that.

Dead royalty come back to life.

You? Royalty?

What?
I've got the accent down pat.

Maybe here in the colonies,
but the minute you were around

any royal relations, you'd be toast.

I have a mind to take that bet.

That's a sure win for me, but
then I'd spend all my winnings

bailing you out of jail.

Oh, aren't you sweet,
offering to bail me out.

I'm gonna keep that in my back pocket
for the next time I'm in the soup!

- Well, it wasn't an offer.
- Well, don't worry, doll face,

because I've actually been
thinking, you know, that this

makeover thing might
have legs. You know,

going into the homes of the rich...

- Casing them...
- I was gonna

say "helping them!"

Is that what you think of your mother?

Well, it's why you come in
handy every now and again.

Hmm. Do I?

Another case solved?

Another case over.

I'm not sure that we
solved it, exactly.

About that kiss, Hemy...

Yes, about that. There's
something I need to tell you.

I got a new gig.

I'm moving to Paris to be a
correspondent for the Star.

Paris, France

or Paris, Ontario?

I'll stay if you want me to.

All you've wanted since
I've met you is to get out

of this backwater town. Now you

finally have your chance.

I thought you might say that.

I would ask you to come along...

I like this backwater.

Well, Frankie Drake, it's been...

Shut up, Hemingway.

Come on, black!

Yes!

Big winner!

- Drinks on Flo.
- Hey, not that big.

Oh, finally!

Where have you been?

Well, I had a couple days off,
so I went to New York.

- New York? What for?
- I wanted to find out

what really happened
to Mona Gregorovich.

You went all the way to
New York for a case?

Well, what else is there to do there?

And besides, I wasn't going to give up

until I got to the truth.

So, I spoke with the nuns
directly at the church

where Mona was cared for,
and it turns out Mona

was there when the police
came looking for her!

Wait, so the nuns were lying?

Nobody better to protect
a secret than a nun.

Well, they were afraid
her husband would try

to come after her. Mona ended up

joining the Order, and she
spent the rest of her days

with the other nuns.
She even led the choir!

- "The rest of her days"?
- She died about a year ago

from tuberculosis. She's buried
in the church graveyard.

Wait, so that means that Ana
can actually be Anastasia.

Do you think it's possible?

- Anything's possible.
- It would be very Russian.

Speaking of Russian...

The caviar!

I couldn't let it go to waste.

And...

- OK!
- This is going to end badly.

Where on earth did you find that?

It was a going away
present from a friend.

- A good friend?
- A very good friend.

So... to Ana, to Mona,

and maybe even to Anastasia.