Midshipmen, Onwards! (1988): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript
The creators of this film cannot vouch for the legitimacy of all the historical details.
But, with their bold carefulness, they are ready to claim
that everything in this film is true.
Except for the fictitious parts, of course.
Trusty friend, here's the saddle -
If we go, we go together!
Trusty friend, here's the paddle
If we're going, we are going!
A bullet sang its verse,
Why should it care
How would the song end?
Looks like you're landed yourself
On that very ball
Where steel dances,
and lead sings!
Our souls argue with the sea and the land
In the days of separation.
That is insolent, they say!
But we love each other
To the very core!
So therefore, so therefore
So therefore - let's go!
Trusty friend, here's the saddle
Gardemarines, let's go!
If we go, we go together!
Trusty friend, here's the paddle
Episode One
If we're going, we are going!
Kind genius, why did you guard
Your youth from adventures?
A duel is always the same
Regardless of age -
Either honour, or sin!
Our experience is little,
But we can tell
Lousy clatter from a fair race.
Our fresh gaze might tell apart
Dirt from the truth, and lies from a tale.
So therefore, so therefore,
So therefore - let's go!
Trusty friend, here's the saddle
If we go, we go together!
Trusty friend, here's the paddle
If we're going, we are going!
PARIS
You have...
...you have twisted our relationship with Russia quite badly,
dear Chetardieu.
I remember your letters quite well.
Quite...
You wrote that the accession of Elizabeth
would benefit France,
but it turned out otherwise.
You wrote that the Empress adores you,
plays l'hombre with you
and even flirts with you.
You wrote that she's not interested in politics,
that she's naive and gullible.
That apparently she walks around the castle in winter boots
and cooks cabbage soup for herself.
In reality this "gullible woman"
did not let you anywhere past the card table.
As a result, the Swedes never got back
the lands taken from them by Peter I.
Why were you not made a mediator from Russia in the negotiations with Sweden?
Bestuzhev foiled my plans.
That barely sane fanatic kept muttering:
"I'd rather accept death than give an inch of Russian soil away".
Oh, the Swedish war!
The Swedes didn't lose the war - we did,
we, in this very office.
Bestuzhev knows that very well.
You've underestimated your opponent, Marquis.
And that is equal to defeat.
I've analysed the Vice-Chancellor Alexey Bestuzhev well.
It's a paranoid, petty, unpleasant,
and a terribly ambitious man.
He's explosive in life,
and also angry and vengeful to top it off.
He's got no friends, but has a sea of foes.
But one thing spoils this selection of his wonderful features:
he's loyal to Russia's affairs,
and does not separate his needs from the needs of Russia.
We need to get rid of him.
We can't allow this barbaric country
dictate their conditions to us.
It needs to be driven back into forests and swamps.
We need old Moscovia back -
a small patriarchal state.
Come to me.
Help me.
Have you tried bribing Bestuzhev?
Everybody needs money.
I... I tried this possibility.
Button it up.
I tried bribing both Bestuzhev and Lestocq with 15 thousand gold.
Lestocq had gladly accepted it, - pardon,
which is, - pardon, - very useful to us.
Despite serving in Russia for 30 years, he is French and remains a Frenchman.
I'm interested in Bestuzhev.
The Vice-Chancellor only pretended that he did not understand me.
And he's not rich at all, you could even say... poor.
Bestuzhev's path to power was long.
If my memory serves me right,
he used to work way back under Hannover's Kurfurst.
Right, then he served in England.
And he's been attracted to foggy Albion ever since then.
Bestuzhev always supported Peter's reforms, and he thinks
that Russia needs a union with sea-dominating countries.
He also served in Denmark as an ambassador, then in Courland.
- A year ago he...
- What a colourful life!
Surely, the traces of such evidently not a sinless life
should remain somewhere.
There are people, relatives,
who know...
something.
Diaries, at the of the day, letters.
I've thought about this already.
Bestuzhev has an archive.
Continue.
We can kill two birds with one stone if we get this archive.
First of all, these papers might help us
clear up some things in European affairs,
and secondly, a diplomat's secret correspondence
is always a double game.
The promises you give your foe in the name of a greater goal!
If we can single something out of this correspondence and edit it,
such an extract could be presented in such a way,
that it can not only tarnish Bestuzhev in the eyes of Elizabeth and all of Russia,
- ...but also...
- What?
You're about to enter a big game, Marquis.
I would like to see this archive.
But, Your Eminence, it's difficult to work in Russia.
The roads are terrible. Every sane idea fades in this country. So...
- How much?
- Please.
If every Vice-Chancellor would cost us this much,
France will go bankrupt in no time.
Your Eminence!
One of my men remained in Russia -
the brave and experienced Chevalier de Brillieu.
He's waiting for this order, Your Eminence.
Pass me the feather from my table.
Thank you.
Oh, that Bestuzhev!
PETERSBURG
Holy God, Holy Strong,
Holy Immortal, have mercy on us.
Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit,
both now and ever and to the ages of ages. Amen.
All-holy Trinity, have mercy on us.
Lord, cleanse us from our sins.
Master, pardon our iniquities...
Look! Bestuzhev.
Don't you think he's severely ill?
That earthly colour of his face,
the feverish gaze.
He's been looking very bad recently.
He's been looking very bad for the past fifty years.
However, it doesn't prevent him from messing with us.
Merciful Lord,
save and forgive Your servant Alexey,
forgive his sins both secret and open,
known and unknown.
I think Bestuzhev is made of sins only.
Pass it on, child.
Who is this lady in a golden brocade?
Bestuzheva Anna Gavrilovna,
the Vice-Chancellor's relative.
- A patron of the arts, adores theatre.
- Right, right.
And who is that young beauty?
Anna Gavrilovna's daughter from her first marriage,
- Anastasia Yaguzhinskaya, of marriageable age.
- Right, right.
What are you doing here, Monsieur de Brillieu?
I've got news, mister. A revolt in the capital.
Yesterday the Empress was about to leave to Peterhof,
the carriages were already at the doorstep.
Suddenly Lestocq arrived, like thunder in the middle of a sunny day.
There's a plot to poison the Empress and Lestocq.
By her order, a set of guards
was placed at her doors.
Natalia Lopukhina and her son Ivan were arrested.
- Donate for the celebration.
- Madame! Madame!
The arrests are still being carried out. Petersburg is in a panic.
- You can't tell by the looks of the Empress.
- Who are the poisoners?
Lestocq knows the details, but he remains silent.
He's here, by the way. There!
Where did he get such power from?
- He's just a medic.
- A leib-medic, a personal doctor of the Empress.
Moreover, he helped her take over the throne a year ago.
- She trusts him wholeheartedly.
- Right, right.
De Brillieu, are you still here?
Sir ambassador, I wanted to ask whether my mission would change in the light of this revolt?
Not in the world! Hurry, you are awaited in Moscow.
The business is beyond urgent.
And be careful, Chevalier. Go!
MOSCOW
Belov!
En garde!
- Etes-vous pret?
- Pret!
- Allez!
Bastard!
Belov!
- Be more elegant!
- Oui, monsieur.
Right, Korsak, where've you been? Get in line, lazybone!
Change of partners!
What happened?
I'm not on the list again.
Kotov is picking on you again, the scoundrel!
It's time to demand an explanation from him!
Whatever, I'm not going to die without that scholarship.
No, you don't understand, it's not about money.
That constant nit-picking on you is offensive!
No, you have to stand your ground.
I am tired of this!
At the end of the day, this is a matter of honour.
Honour, ha! If only I knew what it even is.
Belov, Korsak, every nobleman must know
how to protect his life with this very blade. En garde!
Not only life, Monsieur, but honour, too!
Bravo! Honour, too! Like that! Like that!
Like that! That's right! Harder, harder, lazybones!
Idiots! Right...
According to the regulation of our Tsar Alexey Mikhailovich,
"About honour and dishonour", from 1649, if you recall...
- "Value your honour from your youth".
- "And take care of clothing when it's new".
Your honour is your virtue.
As you understand it.
And if the virtues of your personality are being disrespected,
then it needs to be stopped.
Because our life belongs to the Motherland,
- but our honour belongs to no one!
- Let's go.
Don't swing your blade like that, it's not a thurible!
Save me, brother! Save me!
I am a weak man.
I took... I took the papers from the master's safe.
From Bestuzhev? How dare you! How dare you,
you foul soul!
D-do you know how much they gave me?
You've never seen so much money! Gold!
Brother, the Devil tripped me up!
Get up, up, up.
Who did you give the papers to?
I don't know, some slimy-looking man.
You see, he's bug-eyed, doesn't speak well and has a scar across his entire face.
And he always does this...
Do you even realise, you fool,
what you have landed yourself in?
- I'd report you...
- Brother!
Don't ruin me! The Devil tripped me up!
The Devil!
We'll buy a stone house in Mytishchi.
Remember, our dream? We'll get horses and land.
But why, why did you come here now?
They're following me, you understand, they're watching!
- That's true.
- They'd kill me and steal the money.
- I want to hide at your place.
- Found the place!
Farther, you need to go farther. Farther, so nobody...!
- I'll do it.
- Hide!
What are you doing here, huh?
Sir Styckjunkar, I came for...
Oh, he came alright!
To sniff around, to look around, to eavesdrop!
Get out!
I'm here to ask
why hasn't my scholarship been paid to me in past three months?
What scholarship? I will tear your ears off!
And keep your eyes down!
As required of an adolescent! Why are you staring?
You have to study,
not wander around where you shouldn't have!
Jail dreams of you. Get out!
Oh, jail?
There's nothing to do for me in jail.
I am innocent.
I came here for maritime studies, and you?
You've turned the school into a stable! Riding classes for horses!
This is not what our Tsar Peter opened the Navigation School for!
Russia is ought to become the dominating power in the sea, and you, mister!
What?! Quiet!
- Scoundrel!
- Hands! Hands!
- En garde, sir!
- Wait! Wait, Lyosha!
- I will kill you!
- Lyosha, what are you doing?
- Wake up!
- Stop!
Gardemarines! We only see water on pictures!
We will drown in the nearest puddle!
Korsak, off to my office. Anna Gavrilovna Bestuzheva...
is here for a visit.
- But she was in Saint-Petersburg!
- She's in the office. Quick! Quick!
Quick-quick-quick!
Korsak begged to see you.
Bow.
Now allow us to remain alone.
Young adolescents are quite energetic.
Well, hello, my dear.
So fine!
You've grown, manned up.
How is the theatre?
Have you dropped acting while I was away?
- Who'd ever release me from that slavery?
- Why would you say that?
Theatre enriches life.
- When is the play?
- Today at nine.
Huh! And who are you playing?
A lady's maid. Mademoiselle Anna from the opera,
huh, "Unwanted Love".
"Unwanted Love"? Why are you still at the doorstep, come in. Are you afraid?
- Why?
- No, you are afraid.
- I'm not.
- Come here.
It's time!
It's time for you to switch to male roles, mhm?
This evening I will arrive to the theatre early,
help you to... get in the costume.
- Why?
- Oh, why, why, why?
Why? Because.
This beauty mark is called a "fatal secret".
And fatal secrets cost a lot.
- A beauty!
- Marvellous!
- Who's that?
- "That"?
That's Anastasia Yaguzhinskaya.
Attention! Align to the left!
Your hand.
The Russian fleet is in your eternal debt. Please!
- I was introduced to her in the house of Madame Reigel.
- Where?
Well, where I give math lessons to little Misha.
What's up with you, huh? What happened?
- I'm in love!
- Again?!
No, this is totally different.
And not just in love, I am going crazy!
No, you don't understand. To love Anastasia Yaguzhinskaya
is the same as to fall for...
A star!
- Alyosha!
- Your friend is dying!
Gardemarines, we're partying.
- Where's the money from?
- A fatal secret.
This beauty mark...
-... is worth a lot.
- I want to eat, actually.
- And drink.
- Very much.
- Ha! Understood!
- Off to the pub!
- Let's go, gardemarines!
Don't lose heart, gardemarines!
So what did this Korsak do?
"What"? He's lazy, undisciplined,
vile, tactless, extremely insolent.
He's spreading that attitude around.
But I know that he's doing well in his studies.
- Perhaps...
- Dreams of the sea.
Very sharp.
Has suspicious acquaintances!
Well, I cannot whip him.
- Soldiers?
- Can't write him off as a soldier either.
You...
Do you understand?
I'm sensing a somewhat....
steadfastness...steadfastness against authority in you, Captain.
How did you say?
Bad news from Petersburg.
A vile revolt has been uncovered, Captain.
Certain ladies were also a part of it.
They wanted to murder Empress Elizabeth.
Return the throne to little Ivan,
who is imprisoned in Riga.
Accomplices are wanted
from the wealthy...
most infamous houses.
Do you understand what I am saying,
Captain?
Do you want to say that this lady who just...
Can I go?
Is it alright like that?
Are Bestuzhevs late?
- Let them not come at all.
- Don't say that!
Is it tight, lady's maid Anna?
- The beauty mark is worth a lot?
- Oh, come on.
Who's that tall guy?
- Where?
- "Where", there.
Took Bestuzhevs' seats. A peacock!
Jealous?
- Something doesn't feel right. Fine, Lyosha, can I go?
- What?
Go to Bestuzhevs?
- Fine, go.
- Excuse me.
In the name of Our Empress,
to be arrested for participation in the revolt:
Anna Bestuzheva and her daughter Yaguzhinskaya.
Move, move!
- Stop yelling, it's indecent.
- Fine, go.
- Mother!
- Behave yourselves properly. Hands off!
- Cad.
- Mother!
What are you doing? Let me go! Don't you dare!
- What are you doing here?
- Having a stroll.
- Mother!
- Where's Korsak?
- Korsak?
- In the theatre, fluting.
- And what about Korsak?
- That is none of your business.
This is a matter of national interest.
Bring them to the Chancery! They'll spill everything there!
Don't touch!
Mademoiselle Anna!
Alyosha, Lyosha!
Faster!
- Are you insane or what?!
- Come here!
What?
Bestuzhevs were arrested, I saw it myself.
The revolt against the Empress was folded.
What do Bestuzhevs have to do with this though?
Ah, who cares about Bestuzhevs, think about yourself.
I saw Kotov, he's interested in you, bastard.
Lyosha, I feel he'll lock you up.
And not in a school basement, but somewhere farther.
"Farther" where?
What does it have to do with me, are you crazy?
Did you pass letters to Bestuzheva?
Letters? Well yes, handed one or two to her last winter.
- But for the love of God I don't remember from who. Why?!
- You'll remember over there.
Ah, fine.
You need to run, Lyosha, run immediately.
Run? Run where though?
- To mommy in the village, to plough the garden?
- No, to the sea.
- To Kronstadt.
- Where?
- To Kronstadt?
- Kronstadt.
You said so: "I dream of following Bering's steps,
- I dream of discovering new land for Russia".
- Well, I do.
Korsak! Korsak!
What about the play though?
Finish your play and run. Do you have money?
Money? Yes, there's enough.
I also need to grab warm clothes,
books... and a globe.
What goddamn globe?
- You can't be seen in the barracks.
- True.
- Singer Korsak, on stage!
- Get out!
Wait, lady's maid!
Right, wait for us here. We will bring you everything you need. Go.
Go. Go, go!
C'mon, come to me! Wait!
Wait! You won't escape! Catch him!
Catch him! Surround him!
Catch him!
Don't lose him!
Wait!
Get lost!
Kotov...
Wait!
Open up! Who are you attacking?
Who are you attacking?!
Scoundrel!
What a scoundrel...
- Do you recognise me?
- Your Excellency!
- But you died! I saw that myself!
- Didn't expect me, scum?
Ten years have passed.
- It cannot be, you're alive!
- Alive...
Prince, I'm not to blame!
I'm not! I was forced!
To rat on you and on Matvey Zotov.
- Forgive me! Forgive me!
- Hands off!
- Prince, I was on duty back then.
Get up, you scum!
Learn how to take responsibility for your dirty deeds!
I'm not a prosecutor anymore, Prince. I beg you on my knees, please spare me.
The past is in the past, Prince. I'm all about the Navigation School now.
I'm a mentor to the adolescents here.
- Then let the young souls rest from you.
- Sorry...
- Pray, Kotov. Pray.
- Prince!
You'll go with me! Throw him in the carriage!
Alyosha! Korsak!
What's happening? Where did everyone go? Lyosha!
- Where's everyone?
- Ran away.
Ran away?
- Alyosha!
- No, it's Gavrila.
Conjuring in his laboratory.
Alyosha did escape after all. Horrid!
The Code grants Siberia for that.
That's why laws exist: to go around them.
We need to buy Alyosha's passport out from the scribe, that's that.
Actually, Nikita, let's run together, hm?
I really need to get to Petersburg.
For Anastasia?
You know, you can't get anywhere in Petersburg without recommendations.
Pass the hammer.
Then I'll ask Madame Reigel for recommendation letters tomorrow.
And we'll scramble for money somehow.
Wait... hold this.
- Gavrila!
- Ay!
Drop your components just now!
Hmm! "Drop"! And who will mix
carmine with, excuse me, strong ammonia for the rouge?
Check how much I owe you, alchemist.
The entire school owes me, I don't have money.
Spent it all on this apartment.
Fear the Lord, Aesculapius.
Did you sell some lamp oil in Okhotny Ryad today, huh? Did you?
Fine, I know how I'll get money.
I will sell you and write to father that you were a warlock.
Ha! A warlock!
Gavrila, I beg you!
If you want, I can mix this, excuse me, strong ammonia of yours?
If you want, I can translate a hundred recipes from Latin?
Why do you need money?
To buy Alyosha's passport out.
- Give me five roubles.
- Five roubles?!
For this much you can buy a whole human essence out, forget the passport!
We can't, the human essence is on the run.
Plus it's in grave danger.
- I'll give a rouble.
- Gavrila!
Two, then.
- And my balm on top.
- Thank you.
Hard life...
- Here.
- Nikita...
I always wanted to ask you...
How did you end up in the Navigation School?
- You're a Prince.
- A Prince.
A Prince, and yet you're begging a servant for money.
A Prince...
from one side.
I'm a baistryuk.
Do you know what a baistryuk is?
No.
An illegitimate child.
Ah, well.
Gavrila and I even made a song about it.
- Right, Gavrila?
- This is our saddest work.
Oh, master, do not break my heart.
Forgetting about his noble honour,
His career, his affairs,
A young Prince fell in love with a poor woman,
She gave birth to his son.
Marked by her wild fate,
Unable to bear the final suffering,
She died in pain, never married,
A son - baistryuk was left behind.
The Prince cried, and in the meanwhile,
He took the baistryuk in.
Time flew, forgetting the sorrow,
The Prince married another.
A legitimate son is on his way,
The illegitimate son - sent away.
Even though he's just like his father,
He is still a stranger to him.
Oh, so dark,
Oh, so bitter,
The life will be for the youth.
What's the use in crying? Serves him right.
Don't be born a baistryuk.
Eh, don't be sad, master.
Are we doing bad together?
Soon we'll go home to Petersburg.
And we'll have money, I'll earn it.
I've got a new order today.
A maid has come, from that girl Yaguzhinskaya,
the conspirer. She was let go under house arrest.
Now we'll be making...
valerian for them.
My God, my God...
What will happen now...
Our visitors are all spies!
Our house is avoided!
Decent people are afraid.
Of course! Ran away like roaches!
This one is tall, handsome. The morning one was different. Balding.
"Handsome"?
- Will you dress up?
- Dress up to go where, fool?
To the interrogation?
Actually...
If they do come from the Secret Chancery,
it's better to be ready.
Oh, mother!
You've ruined my youth!
- Dress, robe, now!
- Yes.
Stop crying, it's bad as it is.
Mother is all to blame, kept blabbing out whatever she wanted,
at the balls, to the guests!
Don't tighten it so hard!
What to do?
And now...
Mother's chest with jewellery.
Mother will be angry!
She won't be, don't fret.
Mother won't need them for a long time now.
And the hair, style the hair!
Alright, mistress.
Look, Liza... the cross.
Tsar Fyodor Ioannovich himself
gifted it to my great-grandfather.
Liza! Mother!
Forgive me, mother!
By God forgive me, mother!
Liza, the sorrow! My God!
My God!
Liza, forgive me!
My God, only I'm to blame for all this! Me alone!
Calm down, mistress!
The sorrow!
Who is it?
Who is it, Anastasia Pavlovna?
There's a man with a suite. They're French, begging us to receive them.
A Frenchman?
- What Frenchman?
- I don't know.
- Liza, what Frenchman?
- I do not know, mistress.
- Get out.
- Yes, Anastasia Pavlovna.
What do you want me to pass on?
Call them in.
Mademoiselle Anastasia.
Let my arrival not surprise you.
I am Chevalier de Brillieu,
from the entourage of the former ambassador to Russia Marquis de Chetardieu.
I came to help you, Mademoiselle.
I know everything. They'll come after you any moment now.
Escape is your only option, believe me!
There's no place for you in this barbaric country.
A carriage and Paris await you.
So you propose yourself as my companion?
Ever since I saw you, you have become my star.
A Russian star in this bleak sky.
- And my love to you...
- Are you rich, do you own many souls?
I am rich, but I have only one soul.
It belongs to you.
There's no slavery in France, Mademoiselle.
- That's your country...
- Enough.
To the business.
So you're asking for my hand?
I...flatter myself with hope.
My star!
And you'd take me just like that? No dowry,
mother in jail, father in the soil, and myself under arrest?
You are my life... Anastasia.
We don't have time, I'll save you!
Decide.
The house is under surveillance.
The guard is no more.
My God... Tell me your name at least, mister.
Chevalier de Brillieu at your service.
But just call me Benjamin Louis Germaine Simon Serge.
Well... I'll come with you, Seryozha.
Oh, mistress! What are you up to!
My God, the horror!
Lord bless her! Lord bless her!
We can go.
Why is this guy here?
Lord help them on the road!
- Here, take it.
- Thank you, Prince, thank you.
Here. Only because I like you, Prince.
Korsak's passport.
Also, Your Excellency.
I want to warn you.
This Korsak of yours has a case opened on him.
Yes, he is a state criminal now.
- How come?
- Cross my heart!
Yesterday Kotov brought a paper in,
ordered to copy it immediately.
Took away both that paper, and the original paper, and ordered to keep quiet.
Nonsense! Kotov is lashing out because Alyoshka punched him in the face hole.
Your Excellency, there's nothing about the face hole.
But it says that Korsak served as a messenger under Bestuzheva.
Kotov sure lost no time.
- Where is he?
- Our Styckjunkar is nowhere to be seen.
The principal is angry, or acts like he's angry.
Where's that paper Kotov scribbled about Alyosha?
Quiet, Your Excellency, quiet.
Must be in his office.
I must get inside that office.
Forget about it. It's a secret case.
O, Lord!
Lord!
Lord, save and forgive us!
Forgive our sins, Lord save and forgive us!
Help! Help!
Help!
- Wait, I said!
- Brother! Help!
Finish him!
Help!
Help! Brother!
Brother! Help!
- Help!
- Stop!
Help! Help!
Lord!
Stop! Stop!
O God!
Who's here?
Scum!
Wait! Who's there? What are you doing? I'll shoot you!
Master! Master! Nikita Grigorich! Master!
Master! Nikita Grigorich!
Where were you?
Moscow is full of criminals, and you're wandering here alone.
Oh Lord Almighty!
Drink some motherwort, it's all fresh. You don't look like yourself.
- With alcohol?
- Oh no, Nikita Grigorich, how could you?
Spiritus vini stafini! It's poison with your physique!
Don't start translating Latin to me, Aesculapius.
Latin, with your physique, is poison!
- Was Sasha in?
- He was.
Here. Ran here like a sweaty horse.
Wrote two words and set off again.
"Nikita, friend! Anastasia was arrested again...". Wait!
"...and moved to Petersburg. I'm following her inside a postal carriage.
Let's meet at your place in Petersburg. I'm waiting. Belov."
Ah! That's what I said, we need to go home.
It's safer to be away from Moscow now.
Let's go, Nikita Grigorich? The holidays are starting, holidays.
Home, we need to go home.
I'll take it, all right?
Here, for you. Thanks.
Ribbons! Buy ribbons!
Hot bagels! Hot bagels!
Buy a piglet!
Please, Your Excellency!
A pigl- oh, master, buy a piglet please?
No thank you.
Ribbons! Get ribbons!
Brooches!
Nope.
Alyosha! Korsak!
What's happening? What's going on?
It's him! Him!
I'm on a pilgrimage.
Around... around holy places.
- What is this?
- This lady will go with us, Chevalier.
- Go!
- Thank you.
Escaped! Escaped!
Escaped!
Why did you get out? In the carriage. Tie him up.
- My stomach!
- Go! Did you hear?
- Stomach...
- So tired of you.
Give us time and we'll get rid of this scum.
Deliver this to Petersburg, got it? Here.
Thank you. Master, get the bag.
Where is this bastard? He better not escape.
Where would he go, Your Excellency! Here he is.
- Coming, coming.
- Get in, scum!
I'll do it myself!
- Are we going?
- Go!
Go!
Petersburg
Well, what about Bestuzheva?
- She's stubborn.
- Stubborn?
Such nonsense. Did you give her her daughter's testimony to read?
Bestuzheva says that she signed everything
out of fear, and young age.
Well, a mother is always a mother.
Let's do this...
Bring both of them to the interrogation,
and let them sort these things out between themselves.
And we'll listen... observe.
The thing is, Anastasia Yaguzhinskaya
was left in Moscow under house arrest.
Bring her to Petersburg immediately!
But that's impossible, Your Excellency.
Anastasia Yaguzhinskaya... has fled.
Fled?! Where?
Unknown. A man was placed to monitor the house, somebody...
Why do I need to know this somebody? Where is he? What is he saying?
- He's not saying anything, he'd vanished.
- What the devil! Find her!
- Where would she disappear to?
- We've searched all of Moscow, Your Excellency.
The girl has vanished.
Then search her distant relatives,
the monasteries, comb the road to Petersburg.
Goddamn it, it's impossible to work!
What are you looking at me for? You should've reported that immediately!
Understood, I've understood.
Report immediately.
Another urgent business.
The French ambassador Dallion
urgently asks to issue a leaving passport
to Chevalier de Brillieu.
He's leaving to Paris.
To Paris?
Why such... care? Out of a sudden?
Why is de Brillieu not asking for himself?
Shoes.
Where is he?
I saw him during Easter.
De Brillieu is waiting for his passport
in a hunting house on the swamps.
And what got him there of all places?
Do you order to issue the passport?
Why does he need to go to Paris?
Could Chetardieu be up for a game of his own?
No-no, don't hurry with the passport yet.
I'll tell you myself when to issue the documents.
But what should we say to the ambassador, Your Excellency? He is waiting.
Well, tell him that due to the current situation in the country,
all leaving papers now have to be signed by the Vice-Chancellor himself.
It's true, by the way. Ha! Bestuzhev has completely lost his mind.
Without his signature, without a scribble of his feather,
not even a mouse will get across the border.
Well, let's get dressed.
The Vice-Chancellor is expecting me for dinner.
He promised a big game.
Ha-ha! Huh...
They say, Lestocq threatens Anna Bestuzheva with a torture rack.
Pass the kvas.
Are you going to feed the guests kvas as well?
No, we have Bordeaux for them.
Ambassador Dallion is French.
So I decided to please him.
- But you're an enemy of France.
- I'm not an enemy of France.
I could be the first one to drink after
the health of our dearest Louis XV.
But I am the enemy of French politics.
France only wants one thing: to cut Russia's wings.
And that Prussian vulture Mardefelt...
is looking for how to grab more out of it.
And Nolcken, and Breven.
Yakovlev, don't you think
that this man looks like Lestocq?
Drunken fun hides the darkest of angers.
A medic...
The pleasure he'd have cutting my veins open!
- But while I'm alive...
- Should you be worrying for your safety?
Here's Russia for you!
- Here's my life for you!
- Your Excellency!
- What do you want?
- Where are you going, you fool?
Where should you be? Go meet the guests, scum!
A messenger from Moscow, screaming about urgent business. Secret business!
- Properly, report that properly!
- They're even fighting...
A messenger from Moscow.
- So what?
- Demands an urgent meeting.
He's awaiting you in the library.
What kind of business could be in Moscow?
- Especially an urgent and a secret one? Fine, let him wait.
- Understood.
His Excellency will be here soon.
An archive, papers were stolen from your house in Moscow.
Should've moved that to Petersburg ages ago.
Could it be an issue for you at all?
Your Excellency?
Any paper could be twisted in such a way,
that you'd never wash the taint off yourself.
And then there's the correspondence with the Austrian court.
Huh... In other words, if you prepare them well,
these papers could change the entirety of European politics,
and cost me my life.
- Who's the thief?
- Couldn't be identified exactly.
Either a Benedict monk, or a capuchin from a Catholic cathedral.
And also some rat from our own, from Moscow.
- They seem to have jumped on their trail.
- How did they enter the house?
- How did they know about the safe?
- A bribe. Your guard has fled.
- Search issued?
- No.
He was discovered near the Navigation School, stabbed to death.
Your guard's brother served in this school, someone named Kotov.
- Kotov? So what?
- The elder Kotov vanished under unclear circumstances.
- This was found in his office.
- "Circumstances"... Search better!
I have nothing to do with the noble trade
of searching, Your Excellency.
Lieutenant of the Preobrazhensky Regiment, Pavel Yagupov at your service.
You are free to go, lieutenant. Thank you for your service.
- Can I ask a question?
- Well?
- A favour, even.
- Yes?
I plead for Ivan Lopukhin.
How is he a conspirator? He's a boy, a fool.
It's Berger, the Courland bitch.
Got him drunk and then tricked him into compromising conversations.
You'd say anything when drunk.
A drunkard will sleep it off, but a fool - never. Go, lieutenant.
- Right, find Kotov.
- Understood.
- Conduct the search in great secret.
- Yes.
The papers must be recovered.
Everything to do with this case
must be reported to me personally and to no one else.
Get on the search someone smart,
and preferably honest,
from the Secret Chancery.
Such a man, I...
...do know.
If you don't get a cat,
I'll make you eat the mice yourself.
As you say, Your Excellency.
Did it happen because of fate,
Or was it our temper to blame:
Why would us three, tell us please,
Need so many foes?
But let's not be cross with fate,
Some other folks might have it worse.
We have enough of foes right here,
If only there'd be honour, just honour!
Don't lose heart, gardemarines!
Whenever life is grim or great,
Our sails and souls are one,
Our sails and souls are one,
Our fates and our Motherland are one!
In love affairs, if only peaceful,
The path of lovers is only such,
That the Russian price for the happiness of the dearest
Is not money, but your head!
But the whistle of the sword, the shriek of buckshot,
And the cautious silence of the darkness,
For a long gaze in a short meeting,
Oh, really, that's not even a price!
Don't lose heart, gardemarines!
Whenever life is grim or great,
Our sails and souls are one,
Our sails and souls are one.
Our fates and our Motherland are one!
Don't lose heart, gardemarines!
Whenever life is grim or great,
Our sails and souls are one,
Our sails and souls are one,
Our fates and our Motherland are one!
But, with their bold carefulness, they are ready to claim
that everything in this film is true.
Except for the fictitious parts, of course.
Trusty friend, here's the saddle -
If we go, we go together!
Trusty friend, here's the paddle
If we're going, we are going!
A bullet sang its verse,
Why should it care
How would the song end?
Looks like you're landed yourself
On that very ball
Where steel dances,
and lead sings!
Our souls argue with the sea and the land
In the days of separation.
That is insolent, they say!
But we love each other
To the very core!
So therefore, so therefore
So therefore - let's go!
Trusty friend, here's the saddle
Gardemarines, let's go!
If we go, we go together!
Trusty friend, here's the paddle
Episode One
If we're going, we are going!
Kind genius, why did you guard
Your youth from adventures?
A duel is always the same
Regardless of age -
Either honour, or sin!
Our experience is little,
But we can tell
Lousy clatter from a fair race.
Our fresh gaze might tell apart
Dirt from the truth, and lies from a tale.
So therefore, so therefore,
So therefore - let's go!
Trusty friend, here's the saddle
If we go, we go together!
Trusty friend, here's the paddle
If we're going, we are going!
PARIS
You have...
...you have twisted our relationship with Russia quite badly,
dear Chetardieu.
I remember your letters quite well.
Quite...
You wrote that the accession of Elizabeth
would benefit France,
but it turned out otherwise.
You wrote that the Empress adores you,
plays l'hombre with you
and even flirts with you.
You wrote that she's not interested in politics,
that she's naive and gullible.
That apparently she walks around the castle in winter boots
and cooks cabbage soup for herself.
In reality this "gullible woman"
did not let you anywhere past the card table.
As a result, the Swedes never got back
the lands taken from them by Peter I.
Why were you not made a mediator from Russia in the negotiations with Sweden?
Bestuzhev foiled my plans.
That barely sane fanatic kept muttering:
"I'd rather accept death than give an inch of Russian soil away".
Oh, the Swedish war!
The Swedes didn't lose the war - we did,
we, in this very office.
Bestuzhev knows that very well.
You've underestimated your opponent, Marquis.
And that is equal to defeat.
I've analysed the Vice-Chancellor Alexey Bestuzhev well.
It's a paranoid, petty, unpleasant,
and a terribly ambitious man.
He's explosive in life,
and also angry and vengeful to top it off.
He's got no friends, but has a sea of foes.
But one thing spoils this selection of his wonderful features:
he's loyal to Russia's affairs,
and does not separate his needs from the needs of Russia.
We need to get rid of him.
We can't allow this barbaric country
dictate their conditions to us.
It needs to be driven back into forests and swamps.
We need old Moscovia back -
a small patriarchal state.
Come to me.
Help me.
Have you tried bribing Bestuzhev?
Everybody needs money.
I... I tried this possibility.
Button it up.
I tried bribing both Bestuzhev and Lestocq with 15 thousand gold.
Lestocq had gladly accepted it, - pardon,
which is, - pardon, - very useful to us.
Despite serving in Russia for 30 years, he is French and remains a Frenchman.
I'm interested in Bestuzhev.
The Vice-Chancellor only pretended that he did not understand me.
And he's not rich at all, you could even say... poor.
Bestuzhev's path to power was long.
If my memory serves me right,
he used to work way back under Hannover's Kurfurst.
Right, then he served in England.
And he's been attracted to foggy Albion ever since then.
Bestuzhev always supported Peter's reforms, and he thinks
that Russia needs a union with sea-dominating countries.
He also served in Denmark as an ambassador, then in Courland.
- A year ago he...
- What a colourful life!
Surely, the traces of such evidently not a sinless life
should remain somewhere.
There are people, relatives,
who know...
something.
Diaries, at the of the day, letters.
I've thought about this already.
Bestuzhev has an archive.
Continue.
We can kill two birds with one stone if we get this archive.
First of all, these papers might help us
clear up some things in European affairs,
and secondly, a diplomat's secret correspondence
is always a double game.
The promises you give your foe in the name of a greater goal!
If we can single something out of this correspondence and edit it,
such an extract could be presented in such a way,
that it can not only tarnish Bestuzhev in the eyes of Elizabeth and all of Russia,
- ...but also...
- What?
You're about to enter a big game, Marquis.
I would like to see this archive.
But, Your Eminence, it's difficult to work in Russia.
The roads are terrible. Every sane idea fades in this country. So...
- How much?
- Please.
If every Vice-Chancellor would cost us this much,
France will go bankrupt in no time.
Your Eminence!
One of my men remained in Russia -
the brave and experienced Chevalier de Brillieu.
He's waiting for this order, Your Eminence.
Pass me the feather from my table.
Thank you.
Oh, that Bestuzhev!
PETERSBURG
Holy God, Holy Strong,
Holy Immortal, have mercy on us.
Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit,
both now and ever and to the ages of ages. Amen.
All-holy Trinity, have mercy on us.
Lord, cleanse us from our sins.
Master, pardon our iniquities...
Look! Bestuzhev.
Don't you think he's severely ill?
That earthly colour of his face,
the feverish gaze.
He's been looking very bad recently.
He's been looking very bad for the past fifty years.
However, it doesn't prevent him from messing with us.
Merciful Lord,
save and forgive Your servant Alexey,
forgive his sins both secret and open,
known and unknown.
I think Bestuzhev is made of sins only.
Pass it on, child.
Who is this lady in a golden brocade?
Bestuzheva Anna Gavrilovna,
the Vice-Chancellor's relative.
- A patron of the arts, adores theatre.
- Right, right.
And who is that young beauty?
Anna Gavrilovna's daughter from her first marriage,
- Anastasia Yaguzhinskaya, of marriageable age.
- Right, right.
What are you doing here, Monsieur de Brillieu?
I've got news, mister. A revolt in the capital.
Yesterday the Empress was about to leave to Peterhof,
the carriages were already at the doorstep.
Suddenly Lestocq arrived, like thunder in the middle of a sunny day.
There's a plot to poison the Empress and Lestocq.
By her order, a set of guards
was placed at her doors.
Natalia Lopukhina and her son Ivan were arrested.
- Donate for the celebration.
- Madame! Madame!
The arrests are still being carried out. Petersburg is in a panic.
- You can't tell by the looks of the Empress.
- Who are the poisoners?
Lestocq knows the details, but he remains silent.
He's here, by the way. There!
Where did he get such power from?
- He's just a medic.
- A leib-medic, a personal doctor of the Empress.
Moreover, he helped her take over the throne a year ago.
- She trusts him wholeheartedly.
- Right, right.
De Brillieu, are you still here?
Sir ambassador, I wanted to ask whether my mission would change in the light of this revolt?
Not in the world! Hurry, you are awaited in Moscow.
The business is beyond urgent.
And be careful, Chevalier. Go!
MOSCOW
Belov!
En garde!
- Etes-vous pret?
- Pret!
- Allez!
Bastard!
Belov!
- Be more elegant!
- Oui, monsieur.
Right, Korsak, where've you been? Get in line, lazybone!
Change of partners!
What happened?
I'm not on the list again.
Kotov is picking on you again, the scoundrel!
It's time to demand an explanation from him!
Whatever, I'm not going to die without that scholarship.
No, you don't understand, it's not about money.
That constant nit-picking on you is offensive!
No, you have to stand your ground.
I am tired of this!
At the end of the day, this is a matter of honour.
Honour, ha! If only I knew what it even is.
Belov, Korsak, every nobleman must know
how to protect his life with this very blade. En garde!
Not only life, Monsieur, but honour, too!
Bravo! Honour, too! Like that! Like that!
Like that! That's right! Harder, harder, lazybones!
Idiots! Right...
According to the regulation of our Tsar Alexey Mikhailovich,
"About honour and dishonour", from 1649, if you recall...
- "Value your honour from your youth".
- "And take care of clothing when it's new".
Your honour is your virtue.
As you understand it.
And if the virtues of your personality are being disrespected,
then it needs to be stopped.
Because our life belongs to the Motherland,
- but our honour belongs to no one!
- Let's go.
Don't swing your blade like that, it's not a thurible!
Save me, brother! Save me!
I am a weak man.
I took... I took the papers from the master's safe.
From Bestuzhev? How dare you! How dare you,
you foul soul!
D-do you know how much they gave me?
You've never seen so much money! Gold!
Brother, the Devil tripped me up!
Get up, up, up.
Who did you give the papers to?
I don't know, some slimy-looking man.
You see, he's bug-eyed, doesn't speak well and has a scar across his entire face.
And he always does this...
Do you even realise, you fool,
what you have landed yourself in?
- I'd report you...
- Brother!
Don't ruin me! The Devil tripped me up!
The Devil!
We'll buy a stone house in Mytishchi.
Remember, our dream? We'll get horses and land.
But why, why did you come here now?
They're following me, you understand, they're watching!
- That's true.
- They'd kill me and steal the money.
- I want to hide at your place.
- Found the place!
Farther, you need to go farther. Farther, so nobody...!
- I'll do it.
- Hide!
What are you doing here, huh?
Sir Styckjunkar, I came for...
Oh, he came alright!
To sniff around, to look around, to eavesdrop!
Get out!
I'm here to ask
why hasn't my scholarship been paid to me in past three months?
What scholarship? I will tear your ears off!
And keep your eyes down!
As required of an adolescent! Why are you staring?
You have to study,
not wander around where you shouldn't have!
Jail dreams of you. Get out!
Oh, jail?
There's nothing to do for me in jail.
I am innocent.
I came here for maritime studies, and you?
You've turned the school into a stable! Riding classes for horses!
This is not what our Tsar Peter opened the Navigation School for!
Russia is ought to become the dominating power in the sea, and you, mister!
What?! Quiet!
- Scoundrel!
- Hands! Hands!
- En garde, sir!
- Wait! Wait, Lyosha!
- I will kill you!
- Lyosha, what are you doing?
- Wake up!
- Stop!
Gardemarines! We only see water on pictures!
We will drown in the nearest puddle!
Korsak, off to my office. Anna Gavrilovna Bestuzheva...
is here for a visit.
- But she was in Saint-Petersburg!
- She's in the office. Quick! Quick!
Quick-quick-quick!
Korsak begged to see you.
Bow.
Now allow us to remain alone.
Young adolescents are quite energetic.
Well, hello, my dear.
So fine!
You've grown, manned up.
How is the theatre?
Have you dropped acting while I was away?
- Who'd ever release me from that slavery?
- Why would you say that?
Theatre enriches life.
- When is the play?
- Today at nine.
Huh! And who are you playing?
A lady's maid. Mademoiselle Anna from the opera,
huh, "Unwanted Love".
"Unwanted Love"? Why are you still at the doorstep, come in. Are you afraid?
- Why?
- No, you are afraid.
- I'm not.
- Come here.
It's time!
It's time for you to switch to male roles, mhm?
This evening I will arrive to the theatre early,
help you to... get in the costume.
- Why?
- Oh, why, why, why?
Why? Because.
This beauty mark is called a "fatal secret".
And fatal secrets cost a lot.
- A beauty!
- Marvellous!
- Who's that?
- "That"?
That's Anastasia Yaguzhinskaya.
Attention! Align to the left!
Your hand.
The Russian fleet is in your eternal debt. Please!
- I was introduced to her in the house of Madame Reigel.
- Where?
Well, where I give math lessons to little Misha.
What's up with you, huh? What happened?
- I'm in love!
- Again?!
No, this is totally different.
And not just in love, I am going crazy!
No, you don't understand. To love Anastasia Yaguzhinskaya
is the same as to fall for...
A star!
- Alyosha!
- Your friend is dying!
Gardemarines, we're partying.
- Where's the money from?
- A fatal secret.
This beauty mark...
-... is worth a lot.
- I want to eat, actually.
- And drink.
- Very much.
- Ha! Understood!
- Off to the pub!
- Let's go, gardemarines!
Don't lose heart, gardemarines!
So what did this Korsak do?
"What"? He's lazy, undisciplined,
vile, tactless, extremely insolent.
He's spreading that attitude around.
But I know that he's doing well in his studies.
- Perhaps...
- Dreams of the sea.
Very sharp.
Has suspicious acquaintances!
Well, I cannot whip him.
- Soldiers?
- Can't write him off as a soldier either.
You...
Do you understand?
I'm sensing a somewhat....
steadfastness...steadfastness against authority in you, Captain.
How did you say?
Bad news from Petersburg.
A vile revolt has been uncovered, Captain.
Certain ladies were also a part of it.
They wanted to murder Empress Elizabeth.
Return the throne to little Ivan,
who is imprisoned in Riga.
Accomplices are wanted
from the wealthy...
most infamous houses.
Do you understand what I am saying,
Captain?
Do you want to say that this lady who just...
Can I go?
Is it alright like that?
Are Bestuzhevs late?
- Let them not come at all.
- Don't say that!
Is it tight, lady's maid Anna?
- The beauty mark is worth a lot?
- Oh, come on.
Who's that tall guy?
- Where?
- "Where", there.
Took Bestuzhevs' seats. A peacock!
Jealous?
- Something doesn't feel right. Fine, Lyosha, can I go?
- What?
Go to Bestuzhevs?
- Fine, go.
- Excuse me.
In the name of Our Empress,
to be arrested for participation in the revolt:
Anna Bestuzheva and her daughter Yaguzhinskaya.
Move, move!
- Stop yelling, it's indecent.
- Fine, go.
- Mother!
- Behave yourselves properly. Hands off!
- Cad.
- Mother!
What are you doing? Let me go! Don't you dare!
- What are you doing here?
- Having a stroll.
- Mother!
- Where's Korsak?
- Korsak?
- In the theatre, fluting.
- And what about Korsak?
- That is none of your business.
This is a matter of national interest.
Bring them to the Chancery! They'll spill everything there!
Don't touch!
Mademoiselle Anna!
Alyosha, Lyosha!
Faster!
- Are you insane or what?!
- Come here!
What?
Bestuzhevs were arrested, I saw it myself.
The revolt against the Empress was folded.
What do Bestuzhevs have to do with this though?
Ah, who cares about Bestuzhevs, think about yourself.
I saw Kotov, he's interested in you, bastard.
Lyosha, I feel he'll lock you up.
And not in a school basement, but somewhere farther.
"Farther" where?
What does it have to do with me, are you crazy?
Did you pass letters to Bestuzheva?
Letters? Well yes, handed one or two to her last winter.
- But for the love of God I don't remember from who. Why?!
- You'll remember over there.
Ah, fine.
You need to run, Lyosha, run immediately.
Run? Run where though?
- To mommy in the village, to plough the garden?
- No, to the sea.
- To Kronstadt.
- Where?
- To Kronstadt?
- Kronstadt.
You said so: "I dream of following Bering's steps,
- I dream of discovering new land for Russia".
- Well, I do.
Korsak! Korsak!
What about the play though?
Finish your play and run. Do you have money?
Money? Yes, there's enough.
I also need to grab warm clothes,
books... and a globe.
What goddamn globe?
- You can't be seen in the barracks.
- True.
- Singer Korsak, on stage!
- Get out!
Wait, lady's maid!
Right, wait for us here. We will bring you everything you need. Go.
Go. Go, go!
C'mon, come to me! Wait!
Wait! You won't escape! Catch him!
Catch him! Surround him!
Catch him!
Don't lose him!
Wait!
Get lost!
Kotov...
Wait!
Open up! Who are you attacking?
Who are you attacking?!
Scoundrel!
What a scoundrel...
- Do you recognise me?
- Your Excellency!
- But you died! I saw that myself!
- Didn't expect me, scum?
Ten years have passed.
- It cannot be, you're alive!
- Alive...
Prince, I'm not to blame!
I'm not! I was forced!
To rat on you and on Matvey Zotov.
- Forgive me! Forgive me!
- Hands off!
- Prince, I was on duty back then.
Get up, you scum!
Learn how to take responsibility for your dirty deeds!
I'm not a prosecutor anymore, Prince. I beg you on my knees, please spare me.
The past is in the past, Prince. I'm all about the Navigation School now.
I'm a mentor to the adolescents here.
- Then let the young souls rest from you.
- Sorry...
- Pray, Kotov. Pray.
- Prince!
You'll go with me! Throw him in the carriage!
Alyosha! Korsak!
What's happening? Where did everyone go? Lyosha!
- Where's everyone?
- Ran away.
Ran away?
- Alyosha!
- No, it's Gavrila.
Conjuring in his laboratory.
Alyosha did escape after all. Horrid!
The Code grants Siberia for that.
That's why laws exist: to go around them.
We need to buy Alyosha's passport out from the scribe, that's that.
Actually, Nikita, let's run together, hm?
I really need to get to Petersburg.
For Anastasia?
You know, you can't get anywhere in Petersburg without recommendations.
Pass the hammer.
Then I'll ask Madame Reigel for recommendation letters tomorrow.
And we'll scramble for money somehow.
Wait... hold this.
- Gavrila!
- Ay!
Drop your components just now!
Hmm! "Drop"! And who will mix
carmine with, excuse me, strong ammonia for the rouge?
Check how much I owe you, alchemist.
The entire school owes me, I don't have money.
Spent it all on this apartment.
Fear the Lord, Aesculapius.
Did you sell some lamp oil in Okhotny Ryad today, huh? Did you?
Fine, I know how I'll get money.
I will sell you and write to father that you were a warlock.
Ha! A warlock!
Gavrila, I beg you!
If you want, I can mix this, excuse me, strong ammonia of yours?
If you want, I can translate a hundred recipes from Latin?
Why do you need money?
To buy Alyosha's passport out.
- Give me five roubles.
- Five roubles?!
For this much you can buy a whole human essence out, forget the passport!
We can't, the human essence is on the run.
Plus it's in grave danger.
- I'll give a rouble.
- Gavrila!
Two, then.
- And my balm on top.
- Thank you.
Hard life...
- Here.
- Nikita...
I always wanted to ask you...
How did you end up in the Navigation School?
- You're a Prince.
- A Prince.
A Prince, and yet you're begging a servant for money.
A Prince...
from one side.
I'm a baistryuk.
Do you know what a baistryuk is?
No.
An illegitimate child.
Ah, well.
Gavrila and I even made a song about it.
- Right, Gavrila?
- This is our saddest work.
Oh, master, do not break my heart.
Forgetting about his noble honour,
His career, his affairs,
A young Prince fell in love with a poor woman,
She gave birth to his son.
Marked by her wild fate,
Unable to bear the final suffering,
She died in pain, never married,
A son - baistryuk was left behind.
The Prince cried, and in the meanwhile,
He took the baistryuk in.
Time flew, forgetting the sorrow,
The Prince married another.
A legitimate son is on his way,
The illegitimate son - sent away.
Even though he's just like his father,
He is still a stranger to him.
Oh, so dark,
Oh, so bitter,
The life will be for the youth.
What's the use in crying? Serves him right.
Don't be born a baistryuk.
Eh, don't be sad, master.
Are we doing bad together?
Soon we'll go home to Petersburg.
And we'll have money, I'll earn it.
I've got a new order today.
A maid has come, from that girl Yaguzhinskaya,
the conspirer. She was let go under house arrest.
Now we'll be making...
valerian for them.
My God, my God...
What will happen now...
Our visitors are all spies!
Our house is avoided!
Decent people are afraid.
Of course! Ran away like roaches!
This one is tall, handsome. The morning one was different. Balding.
"Handsome"?
- Will you dress up?
- Dress up to go where, fool?
To the interrogation?
Actually...
If they do come from the Secret Chancery,
it's better to be ready.
Oh, mother!
You've ruined my youth!
- Dress, robe, now!
- Yes.
Stop crying, it's bad as it is.
Mother is all to blame, kept blabbing out whatever she wanted,
at the balls, to the guests!
Don't tighten it so hard!
What to do?
And now...
Mother's chest with jewellery.
Mother will be angry!
She won't be, don't fret.
Mother won't need them for a long time now.
And the hair, style the hair!
Alright, mistress.
Look, Liza... the cross.
Tsar Fyodor Ioannovich himself
gifted it to my great-grandfather.
Liza! Mother!
Forgive me, mother!
By God forgive me, mother!
Liza, the sorrow! My God!
My God!
Liza, forgive me!
My God, only I'm to blame for all this! Me alone!
Calm down, mistress!
The sorrow!
Who is it?
Who is it, Anastasia Pavlovna?
There's a man with a suite. They're French, begging us to receive them.
A Frenchman?
- What Frenchman?
- I don't know.
- Liza, what Frenchman?
- I do not know, mistress.
- Get out.
- Yes, Anastasia Pavlovna.
What do you want me to pass on?
Call them in.
Mademoiselle Anastasia.
Let my arrival not surprise you.
I am Chevalier de Brillieu,
from the entourage of the former ambassador to Russia Marquis de Chetardieu.
I came to help you, Mademoiselle.
I know everything. They'll come after you any moment now.
Escape is your only option, believe me!
There's no place for you in this barbaric country.
A carriage and Paris await you.
So you propose yourself as my companion?
Ever since I saw you, you have become my star.
A Russian star in this bleak sky.
- And my love to you...
- Are you rich, do you own many souls?
I am rich, but I have only one soul.
It belongs to you.
There's no slavery in France, Mademoiselle.
- That's your country...
- Enough.
To the business.
So you're asking for my hand?
I...flatter myself with hope.
My star!
And you'd take me just like that? No dowry,
mother in jail, father in the soil, and myself under arrest?
You are my life... Anastasia.
We don't have time, I'll save you!
Decide.
The house is under surveillance.
The guard is no more.
My God... Tell me your name at least, mister.
Chevalier de Brillieu at your service.
But just call me Benjamin Louis Germaine Simon Serge.
Well... I'll come with you, Seryozha.
Oh, mistress! What are you up to!
My God, the horror!
Lord bless her! Lord bless her!
We can go.
Why is this guy here?
Lord help them on the road!
- Here, take it.
- Thank you, Prince, thank you.
Here. Only because I like you, Prince.
Korsak's passport.
Also, Your Excellency.
I want to warn you.
This Korsak of yours has a case opened on him.
Yes, he is a state criminal now.
- How come?
- Cross my heart!
Yesterday Kotov brought a paper in,
ordered to copy it immediately.
Took away both that paper, and the original paper, and ordered to keep quiet.
Nonsense! Kotov is lashing out because Alyoshka punched him in the face hole.
Your Excellency, there's nothing about the face hole.
But it says that Korsak served as a messenger under Bestuzheva.
Kotov sure lost no time.
- Where is he?
- Our Styckjunkar is nowhere to be seen.
The principal is angry, or acts like he's angry.
Where's that paper Kotov scribbled about Alyosha?
Quiet, Your Excellency, quiet.
Must be in his office.
I must get inside that office.
Forget about it. It's a secret case.
O, Lord!
Lord!
Lord, save and forgive us!
Forgive our sins, Lord save and forgive us!
Help! Help!
Help!
- Wait, I said!
- Brother! Help!
Finish him!
Help!
Help! Brother!
Brother! Help!
- Help!
- Stop!
Help! Help!
Lord!
Stop! Stop!
O God!
Who's here?
Scum!
Wait! Who's there? What are you doing? I'll shoot you!
Master! Master! Nikita Grigorich! Master!
Master! Nikita Grigorich!
Where were you?
Moscow is full of criminals, and you're wandering here alone.
Oh Lord Almighty!
Drink some motherwort, it's all fresh. You don't look like yourself.
- With alcohol?
- Oh no, Nikita Grigorich, how could you?
Spiritus vini stafini! It's poison with your physique!
Don't start translating Latin to me, Aesculapius.
Latin, with your physique, is poison!
- Was Sasha in?
- He was.
Here. Ran here like a sweaty horse.
Wrote two words and set off again.
"Nikita, friend! Anastasia was arrested again...". Wait!
"...and moved to Petersburg. I'm following her inside a postal carriage.
Let's meet at your place in Petersburg. I'm waiting. Belov."
Ah! That's what I said, we need to go home.
It's safer to be away from Moscow now.
Let's go, Nikita Grigorich? The holidays are starting, holidays.
Home, we need to go home.
I'll take it, all right?
Here, for you. Thanks.
Ribbons! Buy ribbons!
Hot bagels! Hot bagels!
Buy a piglet!
Please, Your Excellency!
A pigl- oh, master, buy a piglet please?
No thank you.
Ribbons! Get ribbons!
Brooches!
Nope.
Alyosha! Korsak!
What's happening? What's going on?
It's him! Him!
I'm on a pilgrimage.
Around... around holy places.
- What is this?
- This lady will go with us, Chevalier.
- Go!
- Thank you.
Escaped! Escaped!
Escaped!
Why did you get out? In the carriage. Tie him up.
- My stomach!
- Go! Did you hear?
- Stomach...
- So tired of you.
Give us time and we'll get rid of this scum.
Deliver this to Petersburg, got it? Here.
Thank you. Master, get the bag.
Where is this bastard? He better not escape.
Where would he go, Your Excellency! Here he is.
- Coming, coming.
- Get in, scum!
I'll do it myself!
- Are we going?
- Go!
Go!
Petersburg
Well, what about Bestuzheva?
- She's stubborn.
- Stubborn?
Such nonsense. Did you give her her daughter's testimony to read?
Bestuzheva says that she signed everything
out of fear, and young age.
Well, a mother is always a mother.
Let's do this...
Bring both of them to the interrogation,
and let them sort these things out between themselves.
And we'll listen... observe.
The thing is, Anastasia Yaguzhinskaya
was left in Moscow under house arrest.
Bring her to Petersburg immediately!
But that's impossible, Your Excellency.
Anastasia Yaguzhinskaya... has fled.
Fled?! Where?
Unknown. A man was placed to monitor the house, somebody...
Why do I need to know this somebody? Where is he? What is he saying?
- He's not saying anything, he'd vanished.
- What the devil! Find her!
- Where would she disappear to?
- We've searched all of Moscow, Your Excellency.
The girl has vanished.
Then search her distant relatives,
the monasteries, comb the road to Petersburg.
Goddamn it, it's impossible to work!
What are you looking at me for? You should've reported that immediately!
Understood, I've understood.
Report immediately.
Another urgent business.
The French ambassador Dallion
urgently asks to issue a leaving passport
to Chevalier de Brillieu.
He's leaving to Paris.
To Paris?
Why such... care? Out of a sudden?
Why is de Brillieu not asking for himself?
Shoes.
Where is he?
I saw him during Easter.
De Brillieu is waiting for his passport
in a hunting house on the swamps.
And what got him there of all places?
Do you order to issue the passport?
Why does he need to go to Paris?
Could Chetardieu be up for a game of his own?
No-no, don't hurry with the passport yet.
I'll tell you myself when to issue the documents.
But what should we say to the ambassador, Your Excellency? He is waiting.
Well, tell him that due to the current situation in the country,
all leaving papers now have to be signed by the Vice-Chancellor himself.
It's true, by the way. Ha! Bestuzhev has completely lost his mind.
Without his signature, without a scribble of his feather,
not even a mouse will get across the border.
Well, let's get dressed.
The Vice-Chancellor is expecting me for dinner.
He promised a big game.
Ha-ha! Huh...
They say, Lestocq threatens Anna Bestuzheva with a torture rack.
Pass the kvas.
Are you going to feed the guests kvas as well?
No, we have Bordeaux for them.
Ambassador Dallion is French.
So I decided to please him.
- But you're an enemy of France.
- I'm not an enemy of France.
I could be the first one to drink after
the health of our dearest Louis XV.
But I am the enemy of French politics.
France only wants one thing: to cut Russia's wings.
And that Prussian vulture Mardefelt...
is looking for how to grab more out of it.
And Nolcken, and Breven.
Yakovlev, don't you think
that this man looks like Lestocq?
Drunken fun hides the darkest of angers.
A medic...
The pleasure he'd have cutting my veins open!
- But while I'm alive...
- Should you be worrying for your safety?
Here's Russia for you!
- Here's my life for you!
- Your Excellency!
- What do you want?
- Where are you going, you fool?
Where should you be? Go meet the guests, scum!
A messenger from Moscow, screaming about urgent business. Secret business!
- Properly, report that properly!
- They're even fighting...
A messenger from Moscow.
- So what?
- Demands an urgent meeting.
He's awaiting you in the library.
What kind of business could be in Moscow?
- Especially an urgent and a secret one? Fine, let him wait.
- Understood.
His Excellency will be here soon.
An archive, papers were stolen from your house in Moscow.
Should've moved that to Petersburg ages ago.
Could it be an issue for you at all?
Your Excellency?
Any paper could be twisted in such a way,
that you'd never wash the taint off yourself.
And then there's the correspondence with the Austrian court.
Huh... In other words, if you prepare them well,
these papers could change the entirety of European politics,
and cost me my life.
- Who's the thief?
- Couldn't be identified exactly.
Either a Benedict monk, or a capuchin from a Catholic cathedral.
And also some rat from our own, from Moscow.
- They seem to have jumped on their trail.
- How did they enter the house?
- How did they know about the safe?
- A bribe. Your guard has fled.
- Search issued?
- No.
He was discovered near the Navigation School, stabbed to death.
Your guard's brother served in this school, someone named Kotov.
- Kotov? So what?
- The elder Kotov vanished under unclear circumstances.
- This was found in his office.
- "Circumstances"... Search better!
I have nothing to do with the noble trade
of searching, Your Excellency.
Lieutenant of the Preobrazhensky Regiment, Pavel Yagupov at your service.
You are free to go, lieutenant. Thank you for your service.
- Can I ask a question?
- Well?
- A favour, even.
- Yes?
I plead for Ivan Lopukhin.
How is he a conspirator? He's a boy, a fool.
It's Berger, the Courland bitch.
Got him drunk and then tricked him into compromising conversations.
You'd say anything when drunk.
A drunkard will sleep it off, but a fool - never. Go, lieutenant.
- Right, find Kotov.
- Understood.
- Conduct the search in great secret.
- Yes.
The papers must be recovered.
Everything to do with this case
must be reported to me personally and to no one else.
Get on the search someone smart,
and preferably honest,
from the Secret Chancery.
Such a man, I...
...do know.
If you don't get a cat,
I'll make you eat the mice yourself.
As you say, Your Excellency.
Did it happen because of fate,
Or was it our temper to blame:
Why would us three, tell us please,
Need so many foes?
But let's not be cross with fate,
Some other folks might have it worse.
We have enough of foes right here,
If only there'd be honour, just honour!
Don't lose heart, gardemarines!
Whenever life is grim or great,
Our sails and souls are one,
Our sails and souls are one,
Our fates and our Motherland are one!
In love affairs, if only peaceful,
The path of lovers is only such,
That the Russian price for the happiness of the dearest
Is not money, but your head!
But the whistle of the sword, the shriek of buckshot,
And the cautious silence of the darkness,
For a long gaze in a short meeting,
Oh, really, that's not even a price!
Don't lose heart, gardemarines!
Whenever life is grim or great,
Our sails and souls are one,
Our sails and souls are one.
Our fates and our Motherland are one!
Don't lose heart, gardemarines!
Whenever life is grim or great,
Our sails and souls are one,
Our sails and souls are one,
Our fates and our Motherland are one!