Midshipmen, Onwards! (1988): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript
Gardemarines, let's go!
Episode Two
- Good day, Fekla.
- Good day, Mistress.
Tell Mother Leonidya that her niece came to visit.
One moment, Mistress. We will guide you to the monastery's guesthouse, mister.
- Mikheich!
- I'm here.
- Show them the way.
Come on!
- Nastya!
- Auntie!
My girl!
- I haven't seen you since Easter.
- I missed you too, auntie.
- You're getting finer!
- Oh, please!
Well, you made the old woman happy!
Love me, you say? I'm happy.
Who is that fine man?
I've never seen him before.
Ah, some Frenchman.
Where is the prayer girl?
The lady who joined us on the pilgrimage.
Don't worry, my girl.
Let's go to my room. We'll take care of the girl.
Every traveller will find a shelter here.
Every wanderer will be fed and kept warm here,
on the holy soil.
Good night, beauty, I will go now.
Sleep well.
Well? Come on in!
- Are you pilgrimaging?
- So what?
- I'm going with you tomorrow!
- Ha, the joy!
You're a nun, so keep living in your monastery.
I am a postulant here.
The sisters look after me and prepare me for my vows.
But I decided to run.
Holy Mother! O God!
Lord, I am not asking for help, but for one thing only:
Do not intervene, o Lord! I will answer for it all myself!
Just give me the strength! O Lord, I will...
You're not "blessed" in the head, by any chance?
What?
What a stare!
- One can ignite a fire with such a gaze.
- Really?
Mother Leonidya kept telling me that too. "Hide your eyes!"
Quiet, you!
Take me with you, I beg you!
I need to run from here, but I can't do it myself.
I don't know the world. I'll exit the monastery and get caught right away.
I can't go back, at all. Alright?
- What's your name then?
- Why do you need it?
Sofya. You?
Alex- Annushka.
Will you take me with you, Annushka?
Oh, your legs are so sore. And trained!
My poor thing!
Well, sleep now. I'll come after you early tomorrow.
Well...
Abbess! Abbess, the soldiers on horses!
One officer keeps snooping around!
- Says, call for your abbess.
- What do they want?
- How dare they enter here?
- We didn't want to let them in, but they've got orders.
- They're looking for a lady that escaped from Moscow.
- Auntie, don't give me away!
Oh! They're coming!
Serpents!
Oh, the front one, on the red horse!
A mustachioed serpent! Just look at him staring!
How dare you step onto the monastery soil?
- Looking for the escapist, Anastasia Yaguzhinskaya. Have you seen her?
- No.
- Whose carriage is it at the guesthouse then?
- We've got travelling Frenchmen.
Out! from the sacred land,
sinners!
- God forgive us our sins!
- Thank you, auntie!
Well, I took a sin on my soul for you.
Now speak, but only the truth.
- You escaped from under arrest?
- I'll tell you the whole truth.
I swear on the cross!
- Let's go to my room, calm down. Fekla!
- Yes, Mother?
- Make sure the gates get closed.
- I will, Mother!
Wait. I want to say goodbye.
Stay here. You can't go there.
What is your final decision?
- Paris.
- Paris...
Lord has abandoned you, then.
Sinful me thought,
that you won't even sleep after our last talk,
spend the night praying for your sins,
and decide to stay.
Why? Wait to get jailed?
It's easy for you, you're a saint.
But I'm young, made of flesh and blood. I want to live!
Flesh and blood are the prison of the soul,
where the soul is locked up, longing for redemption.
- There's life in Paris too.
- Unmarried?
Without your parent's blessing?
Running away with a Catholic man?
Shameless!
My God, do you know what it's like to stand in front of the investigator
and keep answering "Yes, yes, yes" to all the questions?
Abbess! Abbess!
Trouble! My fault!
I was packing azymes for the road.
If only I knew!
Our Sofya ran away with the lady
that arrived here yesterday with your niece!
- Here's what we found in the room.
- Here!
What is this?
Sofya!
And that lady
- was a gardemarine in a dress.
- O God Almighty!
- He performed in my mother's theatre, I know him.
- A gardemarine!
What are we going to do, abbess?
If there was no plan, then she ran to her aunt.
She's got no one else. Now leave.
What a shame!
My girl!
Don't leave.
Holy Rus.
It will be hard for you in a strange land,
but here, these walls would guard you from lies and prison.
And from life.
I came to say goodbye.
I don't have anyone here anymore, beside you.
Give me your blessing.
Bless me for my long journey, auntie.
God bless you.
I'm scared.
Young man!
Young man, your sausage is ready.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Einen moment!
Einen moment!
- Berger! Where is he?
- Here!
Here!
There you are!
Berger, you scum!
- I'll skin you alive!
- Yagupov, stop!
- Blood, right?
- You... Courland bitch!
- Komm! Komm!
- I'll show you "komm"!
Locked Vanya up in the fortress! Courland pest!
- Let go!
- Komm! Komm!
- I'll strangle you with my bare hands!
- Pasha, you fool!
You can't bring Vanya back, and you'll get thrown into Solikamsk for this! Pasha, you fool!
Wait, I'll kill you! Wait!
Pasha!
- Hold the door, he's getting away!
- Pasha, you fool, they'll arrest you!
Pasha, leave!
- Hold the door!
- Pasha, let go!
Get rid of the German, idiot!
Quick! Quick, behind the door!
- Pasha! Thank you, Frau.
- Fraulein. Fraulein Martha.
- Oh, not yet kissed, then?
- You hear me?
Vasya, open up!
Not a minute for some personal happiness, all devoted to the Motherland!
- Vasya, we need to talk.
- Let's talk, Pasha.
- How much do you get for denunciations?
- Denunciations at this time? What are you talking about?
Why would you hang out with Berger then?
Berger wouldn't spare his own mother for money.
- Berger is a scum, and you're a scum too!
- Pasha, pray to God that I will forget
- your drunk nonsense.
- What? Are you threatening me now?
- Pasha, what are you doing?
- Let go!
You're a fool, Pasha.
Gentlemen, that's against the rules! Three of you against one.
- What?
- Recall the regulation "About honour and dishonour":
A duel should be carried out with seconds.
A sword is a nobleman's protector, and fists only tarnish
- the noble honour.
- You little brat!
Pasha, calm down!
Why did you hurt the boy?
Pasha, don't. You can't bring Vanya back. And you'll end up in Siberia yourself.
Sir, you have insulted me!
- I challenge you to a duel!
- What?! A duel?
- Pasha, calm down.
- A duel!
Half of Russia was sent to Siberia!
Hell knows what's going on anymore, and you want me to stand here swinging my sword around?
Vanya got locked up! A nobleman's honour... Oh you idiots!
- Pasha, calm down.
- Honour! But I'll still get to Berger!
You shouldn't have gotten into this fight, young man!
Watch the dogs fight between themselves, but keep the stranger dog away from it.
Fried sausages.
- Yes, sir.
- Also a beer.
Dad, fried sausages and beer!
Well, are we going to just keep sitting around?
Excuse me, sir...
Who is... Berger?
You know how to listen, young man. And hear the right things.
Have you heard of this name before?
Oh no, I have just arrived to Petersburg yesterday.
And got into a fight straight away?
- Do you know anyone in this city?
- No.
You'd better get yourself an advisor,
who'd... hmm... calm you down a bit.
I have a few recommendation letters.
Really? Interesting.
"To His Excellency Count Putyatin". Huh!
"The house of Wolf the German, across the Trinity Church,
to Lyadaschev personally".
Oh wow!
You will go far, Alexander Belov.
Well, let me introduce myself then.
Vasily Fyodorovich Lyadaschev.
- You?
- Don't be surprised, young man. At your service.
I have a recommendation letter to count Putyatin.
From Madame Reigel.
- Why are you so late?
- Nobody was here during the day.
That's to count Putyatin.
Here's a letter for count Putyatin.
Who are you, what do you want?
Your Excellency, I came here in hopes
of gaining a benefactor such as yourself.
Alexander... "Alexander Belov...
has performed an invaluable service to..."
Well... So?
What kind of an invaluable service have you performed for Madame Reigel?
Well, nothing, really, I just tutored mathematics to her son.
Young man, it's in your best interest to tell the truth.
Do you have any other letters with you?
Oh no, count!
What letters?
To whom?
We should check that. Shalimov.
Hands.
Calmly, be quiet.
- Here.
- Well...
- Who gave these lists to you?
- What lists?
I made this book.
It has names and addresses of all people I have ever met.
It's just handy.
Oh well, we'll have to interrogate you following the full procedure then. Shalimov, write it down.
Do you know general-major Lopukhin from Moscow?
Please, how would I? I'm just a cadet.
Right. Do you know countess Anna Gavrilovna Bestuzheva?
No.
Well, if you're innocent,
you must help the investigation.
We know everything.
What orders did that girl Anastasia Yaguzhinskaya give you
to deliver to Petersburg, and to whom?
What orders could she possibly give me?!
She thought I was a spy, because I watched her windows, threw water at me.
"Orders"...
Why were you watching her windows?
Why?
Were you never young or what?
When were you watching her windows?
The night when she was arrested for the second time.
Right. Name the exact date.
You know it better than I do, probably. 7th of June.
7th of June. Describe the officer who was carrying out the arrest.
The officer? Well, he was tall, in a civilian dress,
black hair, nose... quite a nose, he had.
Was he alone or with soldiers?
Alone.
Keep writing, Shalimov.
Why are you so moody out of a sudden, young man?
Ah, just a thought.
- Perhaps it wasn't an arrest at all.
- See!
Perhaps... not an arrest at all.
Mark it, Shalimov. Night, 7th of June, yes.
In a civilian dress. Right.
The nose... he has one, right.
Right, alone. Alone. Sign it.
- Here?
- Here.
And here.
And here.
"I am to keep silent what I was interrogated about
under pain of capital punishment"? Are you insane?
Right.
Wait in the corridor.
- Vasily Fyodorovich!
- Wait in the corridor, I said!
How did you get that boy?
He came... with a recommendation letter to count Putyatin.
- Really?
- I think he was Lopukhin's messenger.
No, he doesn't look like one.
Why do you need him?
You've dragged enough people in already.
The whole Chancery is flooded with letters to the respectable name.
What if he's useful?
Let him go. We'll get even later.
Do you get me?
Here.
- Shalimov, bring the count here.
- Will do.
Scared? You're sure fast!
- You came just in time.
- Are you long out of the Navigation School?
- Why?
- You've got one Styckjunkar there, Kotov.
Who is that?
What about Kotov? I wasn't asked about him.
- Although he's a scoundrel alright, the horse lover.
- Quiet.
Gardemarines who never saw the sea. Spent five hours a day in the saddle.
- What is this?
- An interrogation.
That Putyatin of yours got arrested an hour ago.
I didn't manage to warn you in time.
You've landed deep into this, Belov.
Be careful now. Do you remember my address? Quiet.
Go.
We're here!
I thought it'll never end.
But here we are.
Wow...
So much has happened, it's crazy to think about!
Remember those dogs attacking us?
And that horrible thunder?
Remember how we almost got into a fight?
Oh, Annushka, your face is so dirty!
Build a fire. Let's get washed.
Otherwise my aunt won't let me in the house. She's like that!
Annushka! Let's go for a swim.
The water is so warm!
Let's go!
Won't your father's gift get rusty?
- The sword?
- Yes.
A sword only needs to deliver good stabs.
You're strange, Annushka.
Oh, you are quite strange!
You're hiding from people too, I've realised it ages ago.
And you're not taking the headscarf off because your hair's been cut.
Why are your carrying your father's sword around?
Don't be afraid, though, I know how to keep secrets.
You helped me escape from the monastery, so I'll help you too.
A deed must be repaid.
I am rich, Annushka, very rich.
Perhaps, that's my misfortune.
I got used to you.
But now we'll separate.
It's better for me to go to Pelageya Dmitrievna alone,
and you should stay here and wait for the news.
If I don't show up after three days,
and deliver no news,
then I will never return.
Do not pray for me, Annushka.
There's no prayer that can help me.
She's strict, Pelageya Dmitrievna.
Now listen to me.
Where should I look if you don't come back?
Don't go to your aunt.
Let's go with me. I'm going to Kronshtadt.
It's a long way, but a beautiful one.
The forests are dry there.
Pines are as thin as masts.
Heather.
White moss.
I should go.
Here I am, did you miss me? My sweet girl!
My God, I've brought milk for you. Drink some milk and it'll calm you down.
- Why are you not letting me go to town?
- You're a young girl,
anyone can hurt you. Look at the eyes you have!
What do I do?
Yesterday I just sat here all day, today is the same.
You can sew. Don't want to? You can read the breviary.
That's just an activity for you, my poor lost lamb...
The mistress doesn't like it when we wander about doing nothing.
Help me fill the pillows.
Have you sent a reliable person to tell the aunt about me?
Where is she praying? I'll go to her myself.
A reliable one, reliable... Get off the bed, please.
Pass me a quill and a piece of paper.
Now a quill and papers... Why do you need those?
- I'll write a song.
- Not allowed!
Not allowed by whom?
Or did aunt Pelageya herself
order you to become my prison guard? Answer!
Oh, you have an attitude, little orphan!
Could even be her herself!
Not allowed because Pelageya Dmitrievna knows
who you are writing these songs to. Have some shame, miss!
A young lady!
What should I be ashamed of? Answer!
What should I be ashamed of? Answer!
Who did you escape from the monastery with, huh?
Shameless! Babylonian harlot! God forgive my sins!
- Unlock the door!
- I won't!
- Open up, croc!
- I will not!
I want to talk to you.
Ran away with a masquarading man from a monastery!
Where did you even meet?
- Well, were the nights under the moon great?!
- Lies!
- I'm not lying!
- You're lying, old witch!
- I'll complain to Pelageya Dmitrievna.
- I'm not lying! What a threat!
Why would Pelageya Dmitrievna even need you? She doesn't want to see you.
She went far away from this shame, until you get locked up in the monastery again.
You've brought shame to your entire family, you insane moron! You'll pay for this!
Like a life without spring,
a spring without leaves,
leaves without thunder,
and thunder without lightning.
Life is so boring
without a right to love,
Should I fly to the cry,
or to your voiceless moan?
Life is so boring
without a right to love,
Should I fly to the cry,
or to your voiceless moan?
Alas,
a tragedy can't be predicted!
Call for me,
I'll take the blow!
Even if I give up
My head for this,
Wondering about price
Is not what I do, my love.
How did I not see through you?
How did I not feel it?
I saw it all.
Strong arms,
restless legs,
that sword on your thigh.
Oh... how?
The way he looked at me!
God, it's true that if you want to punish us,
you make us deaf and blind.
I don't even know his name.
The Earth,
That's so full of separations.
Suddenly
She'll marry us herself.
Maybe because we're loyal
To the birds of winter,
Even in winter
We keep hearing them,
My love...
Sofya! There you are.
That's where Agafya hid you.
- Took me two days to find you.
- Nanny Vera, listen to me.
Listening.
Go to the farthest pond, there's someone waiting for me.
His eyes are... you know... very blue, very kind,
I don't even know how to say it. He's got a beauty mark above his lip.
Tell him,
let him come to my windows at night, I will be waiting for him.
- Got it?
- Yes.
We've come for you, Sofya! Pack up, my dear, time to go!
Mother Leonidya, our abbess, is getting too upset.
They've sent us after you.
Bring our beauty here, she says. Let's go, she's waiting for you.
- I won't go!
- You will!
Hold this lunatic!
- I won't go!
- She bit my hand!
- Hold her!
- You won't run away from me!
- Is everything ready?
- What are you doing?
Where are you taking her?
To the Holy Lake, to calm her down a bit. To the Mikesh Skete.
Nobody will get her out of there.
My God, to the Mikesh Skete! Sofya, my dear!
O Lord help and protect her!
That's right.
Blue eyes, light hair, a beauty mark above the lip.
You've been discovered.
Who?
I'm from Sofya, from my sweet girl.
And my news are bad.
The monastery sisters have taken her away by force.
- Taken away?
- Your Sofya is being prepared for the nunnery.
Get her dressed in robes, tie them up with a rope,
and she'll renounce all the earthly matters.
She will never see you ever again.
Oh no, she will!
It's you who the sisters hid her from,
to convert her as soon as possible.
But before that they want her
to sign the deed.
The monastery doesn't need her as much as her riches
that she inherited from her late father.
Sofya's mother had passed away this spring...
May she rest in peace.
So the sisters started convincing her to join the nunnery.
But Sofya hasn't given her answer yet.
But now, after your escape,
I'm afraid that the sisters will have it all worked out.
- Nothing will work out for them.
- Oh, dear.
- Where did they take Sofya to?
- Oh, far away.
To the Holy Lake, in the Mikesh Skete.
- How do I get there?
- I will describe the way in detail.
The road to there is complex. Follow the first star through the swamps,
past the tsar house. Well, that's how people call it.
And from there, follow the pathway through the forest. Hurry, my dear. God be your helper!
Oh, finally.
- What is this?
- Here!
Here!
What else?
Allow me to freeze in a deep stance of pardon.
- Freeze then, m'lord.
- Yes, master.
Only Paris knows how to cook a rabbit.
A rabbit requires champignons,
but the most important ingredient for any dish is...
the sauce.
When we get to Paris, I will make coq-au-vin for you, it's delicious.
- Four sticks of cumin, the aroma...
- Seryozha!
Don't anger me.
Don't upset me, Seryozha.
Who are you waiting for?
You told me yourself
that we need to leave Russia as soon as possible.
But we've been stuck in this hole for five days now.
That's not a hole, Your Excellency.
This house belongs to Empress Elizabeth Petrovna.
It was made 15 years ago for hunting activities
carried out by Peter II. So here's that.
Believe me, this delay angers me just as much.
Cardinal de Fleury himself is waiting for me in Paris.
I'm delivering...
Well, what are you delivering?
The most beautiful woman in the world.
Ha! Paris won't forgive me for such a delay.
You're not eating anything, my child.
I understand, before we reach Paris we'll have to... stay hungry for a bit.
"Hungry"?
Russians only think about filling their stomachs.
What does a poor Russian peasant eat?
That horrible rye bread.
That horrible... porridge.
That horrible... cabbage.
I certainly never expected you to care this much about the fate of a Russian peasant.
When it comes to you, Frenchmen, people say that your favorite dish is frogs.
- And onion soup. One bulb in a full bucket of water.
- And saunas?
What about saunas?
How could any civilized man comprehend what a sauna even is?
A wooden house filled with smoke.
Amidst these fumes, the Russians are engaged in indecency and debauchery.
Oh, Seryozha, you're talking nonsense. People bathe in saunas.
Thrice a week? Don't make me laugh.
They also say that the ones who don't follow the sauna traditions...
get whipped.
- The birch canes are held in boiling water first. That's right.
- Really?
In pickle juice, maybe?
- Ivan!
- Yes, Your Excellency.
Fire up a sauna, as hot as possible!
That we'll do, mistress. That, we can do.
I have mint ready, and a drink too. Oh, I love a good sauna!
- We'll wash all your bones clean!
- Hey! Get us some branches ready!
Oak and birch ones.
Don't stand around, hunchback, hurry up!
Ivan! Ivan, I say!
- Yes, Your Excellency.
- A coat!
My star, forgive my edgy attire, for it adheres to your wishes.
- Seryozha, why the tricorne?
- So my head won't overheat.
You're right, Chevalier, the head must always be protected.
Your Excellency, here's your coat, a new one!
- Go then, dear.
- Oh, let's wash the master!
The peculiar scent of Paris... La-la...
- Wait, are you still here? The sauna awaits you.
- Are you returning soon?
- I will wait.
- Now you will appreciate the beauty of a Russian sauna, my master.
- My love!
- Ivan knows how it's done.
Have fun, Chevalier!
Here they are, here are the canes!
- What are you doing?
- Here are the canes! Let's wash our master!
- Don't push.
- Come on in! Come on!
- How dare you!
- Where are you going?
- Anastasia, my star!
- Take your hat off!
- Let's get the master washed!
- Don't touch me with your giant hands!
What is he delivering?
Lord!
What is he hiding? What?
No!
Anastasia! Anastasia!
Don't be like that, master, we're not finished yet.
More! And one more!
Like that! That's good!
Anastasia, they want to kill me! Anastasia!
Don't be stubborn, master.
To Paris! Let go!
More steam!
Where do I look?..
What is this?
Here!
To Bestuzhev!
- Weak, is this master of yours.
- What have you done?
Bring some water, let's pour it over him.
Dead man.
Pour here.
I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!
Master, are you insane?!
Take that!
Hey man! Grab a horse!
A messenger for His Excellency! Urgently!
Your Excellency,
An encrypted letter has been uncovered in Gomel.
Our catholic agent...
Reports: the letter was caught through such channels
that speak volumes of the letter's importance.
Jesuit code is the most trustworthy, they say.
I was ordered to give it to you.
- Here.
- You can go now.
"The lisping man has his diapers washed..."
- Lisping man?
- Yes.
"Perhaps,
Lutecia needs a nose".
"The rooster doesn't sing in a duet".
This is a joke.
My dear friend...
This letter makes quite a lot of sense.
The rooster is Chetardieu.
Lisping man...
Diapers...
As clear as ever.
Bestuzhev's papers have been stolen!
Chetardieu is leading his own game behind my back,
that's what it means.
The "nose" is delivering them to Paris - meaning, de Brillieu!
Ah, I did report already that de Brillieu is currently waiting for his leaving passport on the swamps.
A leaving passport...
Right, I see...
Now, to business.
Bestuzhev's papers must be here!
Where's that boy, the navigation cadet?
Give me his interrogation papers.
Here, he's blabbing about something
about that kidnapped girl Anastasia Yaguzhinskaya.
We'd really benefit from her.
Ah, here. "The kidnapper sure has a nose".
Looks like the "nose" is de Brillieu.
I saw him at the church.
He appeared all excited, and then vanished without a trace.
- All the dates match.
- They do, Your Excellency.
Get Alexander Belov to me!
And find Berger immediately!
Count Putyatin's interrogation papers...
Ha! What can this senseless man say!
What is this?!
Lyadaschev offers a bribe?
That fool Gusev only sees bribes and betrayals left and right.
Goran!
What about our ladies?
But neither Bestuzheva nor Lopukhina
- were subjected to third-degree interrogations.
- Do it then!
How can't you be stern with these cows
if you get nothing but empty chirping from them?
They're not gossipers, they're conspirators!
And the Vice-Chancellor altogether with them!
Nobody gossips on the torture racks.
Everybody is honest on the racks... like children.
When and why did you arrive to Petersburg?
I came to Petersburg a week ago, Your Excellency,
with a desire to join the guards. The Leibgarde, Your Excellency.
The Leibgarde? You have a taste.
Oh yes, Your Excellency.
So while creeping under the windows of that girl Anastasia Yaguzhinskaya,
were you also dreaming about serving in the guards, scoundrel?
Oh no, Your Excellency, I was dreaming of something else.
But alas...
Some important-looking man with a big nose
took Anastasia Pavlovna away.
Can you recognise him if you see him?
- I can.
- I will give you a task.
You will have to recognise that big nose man.
Also check if Yaguzhinskaya is still with him.
And when you come back,
we can think about the guards.
These are the Empress' personal guards, after all.
Thank you, Your Excellency!
Not a word to anyone!
I'm not going to threaten you,
but if you blab anything out,
you'd just get...
When do I go?
Have a sleep, they'll come after you.
You will go together with an officer from the Leib-Kirasir regiment.
Berger!
Berger?
Do you know each other?
I doubt that meeting can count as an acquaintance,
Your Excellency.
Alright, you can go, cadet.
But remember!
- You stay behind.
- Yes, sir.
Listen to me carefully.
You will go the house on the swamps.
Your task is to get some papers from Brillieu.
But you must do it peacefully, without any threats.
Understood.
Here, read it.
Issue a leaving passport for de Brillieu immediately.
- What? We're letting them out?
- Yes, yes!
If de Brillieu took Yaguzhinskaya away,
then it's one interesting game coming up.
To steal a girl from under arrest?
One can do that only in the heat of true passion.
Understood.
Love is far from being the last factor in the political game.
- Understood.
- People in love are gullible and trusting.
Understood.
- Don't play games with this man. Just say that we know everything about the papers.
- Understood.
- And we know about the girl too.
- Understood.
- And we can put her in the shackles at any moment.
- Understood.
Don't say anything to that cadet Belov.
Understood!
- He's not what he seems to be.
- Understood.
Careful with the Frenchman, his sword is sharp.
Understood.
- Remember, your main pressure point is Anastasia Yaguzhinskaya.
- Understood.
- Yaguzhinskaya.
- Understood.
- Repeat.
- Yaguzhinskaya.
- Go now.
- Understood.
Idiot.
Vasily Fyodorovich, wake up!
- Vasily Fyodorovich, please wake up!
- Who do you want?
Sorry. I want to see Vasily Fyodorovich.
Vasya, you've got guests, wake up.
Vasily Fyodorovich, wake up!
I'm from Lestocq!
Tough life brought you here, huh!
Vasily Fyodorovich, I'm really confused.
Vasily Fyodorovich, I'm...
I'm a pawn in someone else's game.
Help me make sense of it.
Lestocq gave you a task?
Yes.
I will tell you everything.
But the price for my honesty is a life.
- Whose life?
- Yours.
- Got it.
Today...
This morning I messed up
and betrayed a person quite dear to me,
Anastasia Yaguzhinskaya.
What will happen to her?
Your beauty... she's just a witness.
She said so much during her interrogation...
...I had it somewhere...
...for that she needed a pat on the head,
not punishment.
- So it's all because of her testimony?
- No, her testimony has no value.
Her mother was taken after...
- Ivan Lopukhin's interrogation.
- And Berger?
What's up with all of you! "Berger, Berger"!
- I'm going together with him, though.
- Who? Berger?
Berger makes bad company.
Fine, I'll tell you one story.
But the price for my honesty is...
When you come back from this trip with Berger,
go to me straight away.
Deal?
Deal.
That's good.
Imagine that there's a... Courland man serving the crown.
- Berger?
- Well, a player...
Always struggles with money, in other words.
So that's why he got himself a side-job a long time ago...
Where do they always leave these, come on!
Works for Lestocq.
Well, he leads a good life now, waits for his promotion.
His friend works alongside with him.
Ivan Lopukhin.
You're smart beyond your years, Belov.
That's right, his friend Ivan Lopukhin.
A bad-tempered boy, arrogant,
with a huge network.
Lopukhins are related to the tsars.
So Berger...
Discovers that Ivan is to get a promotion
and to get a position that Berger wanted for himself.
Let's have some coffee instead.
- What happened next?
- Next is all simple.
Berger writes a denunciation on Ivan,
saying that Lopukhins want to put small Ivan on the throne
because our Empress Elizabeth Petrovna
is an illegitimate child born out of wedlock.
Scoundrel!
Lestocq grabs this case straight away
and orders Berger to have an honest talk with Ivan.
Berger starts taking Ivan around pubs.
Drunk Ivan mumbles something,
and a man behind the wall writes it all down.
Then these scribbles get presented to Elizabeth Petrovna by Lestocq,
and she signs an arrest warrant on the entire Lopukhin family in her anger.
- What does Bestuzheva have to do with all this?
- Well!
She's Lopukhina's friend.
And a gossiper too.
It's the name that's important.
Bestuzheva!
I actually think that this entire lassie conspiracy was created only to...
Overthrow Bestuzhev.
- I did not tell you that.
- Right.
Don't look at me with such devotion.
I didn't entrust anything secret to you.
All of Petersburg gossips about it.
All of them under the threat of capital punishment.
And now... where and why are you going?
I don't know. Honestly, master, I do not know.
That's what you should say to all of them: I know nothing.
"I know nothing, I know nothing!"
But go to me straight away when you're back.
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.
Here we have enough of foes,
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!
Episode Two
- Good day, Fekla.
- Good day, Mistress.
Tell Mother Leonidya that her niece came to visit.
One moment, Mistress. We will guide you to the monastery's guesthouse, mister.
- Mikheich!
- I'm here.
- Show them the way.
Come on!
- Nastya!
- Auntie!
My girl!
- I haven't seen you since Easter.
- I missed you too, auntie.
- You're getting finer!
- Oh, please!
Well, you made the old woman happy!
Love me, you say? I'm happy.
Who is that fine man?
I've never seen him before.
Ah, some Frenchman.
Where is the prayer girl?
The lady who joined us on the pilgrimage.
Don't worry, my girl.
Let's go to my room. We'll take care of the girl.
Every traveller will find a shelter here.
Every wanderer will be fed and kept warm here,
on the holy soil.
Good night, beauty, I will go now.
Sleep well.
Well? Come on in!
- Are you pilgrimaging?
- So what?
- I'm going with you tomorrow!
- Ha, the joy!
You're a nun, so keep living in your monastery.
I am a postulant here.
The sisters look after me and prepare me for my vows.
But I decided to run.
Holy Mother! O God!
Lord, I am not asking for help, but for one thing only:
Do not intervene, o Lord! I will answer for it all myself!
Just give me the strength! O Lord, I will...
You're not "blessed" in the head, by any chance?
What?
What a stare!
- One can ignite a fire with such a gaze.
- Really?
Mother Leonidya kept telling me that too. "Hide your eyes!"
Quiet, you!
Take me with you, I beg you!
I need to run from here, but I can't do it myself.
I don't know the world. I'll exit the monastery and get caught right away.
I can't go back, at all. Alright?
- What's your name then?
- Why do you need it?
Sofya. You?
Alex- Annushka.
Will you take me with you, Annushka?
Oh, your legs are so sore. And trained!
My poor thing!
Well, sleep now. I'll come after you early tomorrow.
Well...
Abbess! Abbess, the soldiers on horses!
One officer keeps snooping around!
- Says, call for your abbess.
- What do they want?
- How dare they enter here?
- We didn't want to let them in, but they've got orders.
- They're looking for a lady that escaped from Moscow.
- Auntie, don't give me away!
Oh! They're coming!
Serpents!
Oh, the front one, on the red horse!
A mustachioed serpent! Just look at him staring!
How dare you step onto the monastery soil?
- Looking for the escapist, Anastasia Yaguzhinskaya. Have you seen her?
- No.
- Whose carriage is it at the guesthouse then?
- We've got travelling Frenchmen.
Out! from the sacred land,
sinners!
- God forgive us our sins!
- Thank you, auntie!
Well, I took a sin on my soul for you.
Now speak, but only the truth.
- You escaped from under arrest?
- I'll tell you the whole truth.
I swear on the cross!
- Let's go to my room, calm down. Fekla!
- Yes, Mother?
- Make sure the gates get closed.
- I will, Mother!
Wait. I want to say goodbye.
Stay here. You can't go there.
What is your final decision?
- Paris.
- Paris...
Lord has abandoned you, then.
Sinful me thought,
that you won't even sleep after our last talk,
spend the night praying for your sins,
and decide to stay.
Why? Wait to get jailed?
It's easy for you, you're a saint.
But I'm young, made of flesh and blood. I want to live!
Flesh and blood are the prison of the soul,
where the soul is locked up, longing for redemption.
- There's life in Paris too.
- Unmarried?
Without your parent's blessing?
Running away with a Catholic man?
Shameless!
My God, do you know what it's like to stand in front of the investigator
and keep answering "Yes, yes, yes" to all the questions?
Abbess! Abbess!
Trouble! My fault!
I was packing azymes for the road.
If only I knew!
Our Sofya ran away with the lady
that arrived here yesterday with your niece!
- Here's what we found in the room.
- Here!
What is this?
Sofya!
And that lady
- was a gardemarine in a dress.
- O God Almighty!
- He performed in my mother's theatre, I know him.
- A gardemarine!
What are we going to do, abbess?
If there was no plan, then she ran to her aunt.
She's got no one else. Now leave.
What a shame!
My girl!
Don't leave.
Holy Rus.
It will be hard for you in a strange land,
but here, these walls would guard you from lies and prison.
And from life.
I came to say goodbye.
I don't have anyone here anymore, beside you.
Give me your blessing.
Bless me for my long journey, auntie.
God bless you.
I'm scared.
Young man!
Young man, your sausage is ready.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Einen moment!
Einen moment!
- Berger! Where is he?
- Here!
Here!
There you are!
Berger, you scum!
- I'll skin you alive!
- Yagupov, stop!
- Blood, right?
- You... Courland bitch!
- Komm! Komm!
- I'll show you "komm"!
Locked Vanya up in the fortress! Courland pest!
- Let go!
- Komm! Komm!
- I'll strangle you with my bare hands!
- Pasha, you fool!
You can't bring Vanya back, and you'll get thrown into Solikamsk for this! Pasha, you fool!
Wait, I'll kill you! Wait!
Pasha!
- Hold the door, he's getting away!
- Pasha, you fool, they'll arrest you!
Pasha, leave!
- Hold the door!
- Pasha, let go!
Get rid of the German, idiot!
Quick! Quick, behind the door!
- Pasha! Thank you, Frau.
- Fraulein. Fraulein Martha.
- Oh, not yet kissed, then?
- You hear me?
Vasya, open up!
Not a minute for some personal happiness, all devoted to the Motherland!
- Vasya, we need to talk.
- Let's talk, Pasha.
- How much do you get for denunciations?
- Denunciations at this time? What are you talking about?
Why would you hang out with Berger then?
Berger wouldn't spare his own mother for money.
- Berger is a scum, and you're a scum too!
- Pasha, pray to God that I will forget
- your drunk nonsense.
- What? Are you threatening me now?
- Pasha, what are you doing?
- Let go!
You're a fool, Pasha.
Gentlemen, that's against the rules! Three of you against one.
- What?
- Recall the regulation "About honour and dishonour":
A duel should be carried out with seconds.
A sword is a nobleman's protector, and fists only tarnish
- the noble honour.
- You little brat!
Pasha, calm down!
Why did you hurt the boy?
Pasha, don't. You can't bring Vanya back. And you'll end up in Siberia yourself.
Sir, you have insulted me!
- I challenge you to a duel!
- What?! A duel?
- Pasha, calm down.
- A duel!
Half of Russia was sent to Siberia!
Hell knows what's going on anymore, and you want me to stand here swinging my sword around?
Vanya got locked up! A nobleman's honour... Oh you idiots!
- Pasha, calm down.
- Honour! But I'll still get to Berger!
You shouldn't have gotten into this fight, young man!
Watch the dogs fight between themselves, but keep the stranger dog away from it.
Fried sausages.
- Yes, sir.
- Also a beer.
Dad, fried sausages and beer!
Well, are we going to just keep sitting around?
Excuse me, sir...
Who is... Berger?
You know how to listen, young man. And hear the right things.
Have you heard of this name before?
Oh no, I have just arrived to Petersburg yesterday.
And got into a fight straight away?
- Do you know anyone in this city?
- No.
You'd better get yourself an advisor,
who'd... hmm... calm you down a bit.
I have a few recommendation letters.
Really? Interesting.
"To His Excellency Count Putyatin". Huh!
"The house of Wolf the German, across the Trinity Church,
to Lyadaschev personally".
Oh wow!
You will go far, Alexander Belov.
Well, let me introduce myself then.
Vasily Fyodorovich Lyadaschev.
- You?
- Don't be surprised, young man. At your service.
I have a recommendation letter to count Putyatin.
From Madame Reigel.
- Why are you so late?
- Nobody was here during the day.
That's to count Putyatin.
Here's a letter for count Putyatin.
Who are you, what do you want?
Your Excellency, I came here in hopes
of gaining a benefactor such as yourself.
Alexander... "Alexander Belov...
has performed an invaluable service to..."
Well... So?
What kind of an invaluable service have you performed for Madame Reigel?
Well, nothing, really, I just tutored mathematics to her son.
Young man, it's in your best interest to tell the truth.
Do you have any other letters with you?
Oh no, count!
What letters?
To whom?
We should check that. Shalimov.
Hands.
Calmly, be quiet.
- Here.
- Well...
- Who gave these lists to you?
- What lists?
I made this book.
It has names and addresses of all people I have ever met.
It's just handy.
Oh well, we'll have to interrogate you following the full procedure then. Shalimov, write it down.
Do you know general-major Lopukhin from Moscow?
Please, how would I? I'm just a cadet.
Right. Do you know countess Anna Gavrilovna Bestuzheva?
No.
Well, if you're innocent,
you must help the investigation.
We know everything.
What orders did that girl Anastasia Yaguzhinskaya give you
to deliver to Petersburg, and to whom?
What orders could she possibly give me?!
She thought I was a spy, because I watched her windows, threw water at me.
"Orders"...
Why were you watching her windows?
Why?
Were you never young or what?
When were you watching her windows?
The night when she was arrested for the second time.
Right. Name the exact date.
You know it better than I do, probably. 7th of June.
7th of June. Describe the officer who was carrying out the arrest.
The officer? Well, he was tall, in a civilian dress,
black hair, nose... quite a nose, he had.
Was he alone or with soldiers?
Alone.
Keep writing, Shalimov.
Why are you so moody out of a sudden, young man?
Ah, just a thought.
- Perhaps it wasn't an arrest at all.
- See!
Perhaps... not an arrest at all.
Mark it, Shalimov. Night, 7th of June, yes.
In a civilian dress. Right.
The nose... he has one, right.
Right, alone. Alone. Sign it.
- Here?
- Here.
And here.
And here.
"I am to keep silent what I was interrogated about
under pain of capital punishment"? Are you insane?
Right.
Wait in the corridor.
- Vasily Fyodorovich!
- Wait in the corridor, I said!
How did you get that boy?
He came... with a recommendation letter to count Putyatin.
- Really?
- I think he was Lopukhin's messenger.
No, he doesn't look like one.
Why do you need him?
You've dragged enough people in already.
The whole Chancery is flooded with letters to the respectable name.
What if he's useful?
Let him go. We'll get even later.
Do you get me?
Here.
- Shalimov, bring the count here.
- Will do.
Scared? You're sure fast!
- You came just in time.
- Are you long out of the Navigation School?
- Why?
- You've got one Styckjunkar there, Kotov.
Who is that?
What about Kotov? I wasn't asked about him.
- Although he's a scoundrel alright, the horse lover.
- Quiet.
Gardemarines who never saw the sea. Spent five hours a day in the saddle.
- What is this?
- An interrogation.
That Putyatin of yours got arrested an hour ago.
I didn't manage to warn you in time.
You've landed deep into this, Belov.
Be careful now. Do you remember my address? Quiet.
Go.
We're here!
I thought it'll never end.
But here we are.
Wow...
So much has happened, it's crazy to think about!
Remember those dogs attacking us?
And that horrible thunder?
Remember how we almost got into a fight?
Oh, Annushka, your face is so dirty!
Build a fire. Let's get washed.
Otherwise my aunt won't let me in the house. She's like that!
Annushka! Let's go for a swim.
The water is so warm!
Let's go!
Won't your father's gift get rusty?
- The sword?
- Yes.
A sword only needs to deliver good stabs.
You're strange, Annushka.
Oh, you are quite strange!
You're hiding from people too, I've realised it ages ago.
And you're not taking the headscarf off because your hair's been cut.
Why are your carrying your father's sword around?
Don't be afraid, though, I know how to keep secrets.
You helped me escape from the monastery, so I'll help you too.
A deed must be repaid.
I am rich, Annushka, very rich.
Perhaps, that's my misfortune.
I got used to you.
But now we'll separate.
It's better for me to go to Pelageya Dmitrievna alone,
and you should stay here and wait for the news.
If I don't show up after three days,
and deliver no news,
then I will never return.
Do not pray for me, Annushka.
There's no prayer that can help me.
She's strict, Pelageya Dmitrievna.
Now listen to me.
Where should I look if you don't come back?
Don't go to your aunt.
Let's go with me. I'm going to Kronshtadt.
It's a long way, but a beautiful one.
The forests are dry there.
Pines are as thin as masts.
Heather.
White moss.
I should go.
Here I am, did you miss me? My sweet girl!
My God, I've brought milk for you. Drink some milk and it'll calm you down.
- Why are you not letting me go to town?
- You're a young girl,
anyone can hurt you. Look at the eyes you have!
What do I do?
Yesterday I just sat here all day, today is the same.
You can sew. Don't want to? You can read the breviary.
That's just an activity for you, my poor lost lamb...
The mistress doesn't like it when we wander about doing nothing.
Help me fill the pillows.
Have you sent a reliable person to tell the aunt about me?
Where is she praying? I'll go to her myself.
A reliable one, reliable... Get off the bed, please.
Pass me a quill and a piece of paper.
Now a quill and papers... Why do you need those?
- I'll write a song.
- Not allowed!
Not allowed by whom?
Or did aunt Pelageya herself
order you to become my prison guard? Answer!
Oh, you have an attitude, little orphan!
Could even be her herself!
Not allowed because Pelageya Dmitrievna knows
who you are writing these songs to. Have some shame, miss!
A young lady!
What should I be ashamed of? Answer!
What should I be ashamed of? Answer!
Who did you escape from the monastery with, huh?
Shameless! Babylonian harlot! God forgive my sins!
- Unlock the door!
- I won't!
- Open up, croc!
- I will not!
I want to talk to you.
Ran away with a masquarading man from a monastery!
Where did you even meet?
- Well, were the nights under the moon great?!
- Lies!
- I'm not lying!
- You're lying, old witch!
- I'll complain to Pelageya Dmitrievna.
- I'm not lying! What a threat!
Why would Pelageya Dmitrievna even need you? She doesn't want to see you.
She went far away from this shame, until you get locked up in the monastery again.
You've brought shame to your entire family, you insane moron! You'll pay for this!
Like a life without spring,
a spring without leaves,
leaves without thunder,
and thunder without lightning.
Life is so boring
without a right to love,
Should I fly to the cry,
or to your voiceless moan?
Life is so boring
without a right to love,
Should I fly to the cry,
or to your voiceless moan?
Alas,
a tragedy can't be predicted!
Call for me,
I'll take the blow!
Even if I give up
My head for this,
Wondering about price
Is not what I do, my love.
How did I not see through you?
How did I not feel it?
I saw it all.
Strong arms,
restless legs,
that sword on your thigh.
Oh... how?
The way he looked at me!
God, it's true that if you want to punish us,
you make us deaf and blind.
I don't even know his name.
The Earth,
That's so full of separations.
Suddenly
She'll marry us herself.
Maybe because we're loyal
To the birds of winter,
Even in winter
We keep hearing them,
My love...
Sofya! There you are.
That's where Agafya hid you.
- Took me two days to find you.
- Nanny Vera, listen to me.
Listening.
Go to the farthest pond, there's someone waiting for me.
His eyes are... you know... very blue, very kind,
I don't even know how to say it. He's got a beauty mark above his lip.
Tell him,
let him come to my windows at night, I will be waiting for him.
- Got it?
- Yes.
We've come for you, Sofya! Pack up, my dear, time to go!
Mother Leonidya, our abbess, is getting too upset.
They've sent us after you.
Bring our beauty here, she says. Let's go, she's waiting for you.
- I won't go!
- You will!
Hold this lunatic!
- I won't go!
- She bit my hand!
- Hold her!
- You won't run away from me!
- Is everything ready?
- What are you doing?
Where are you taking her?
To the Holy Lake, to calm her down a bit. To the Mikesh Skete.
Nobody will get her out of there.
My God, to the Mikesh Skete! Sofya, my dear!
O Lord help and protect her!
That's right.
Blue eyes, light hair, a beauty mark above the lip.
You've been discovered.
Who?
I'm from Sofya, from my sweet girl.
And my news are bad.
The monastery sisters have taken her away by force.
- Taken away?
- Your Sofya is being prepared for the nunnery.
Get her dressed in robes, tie them up with a rope,
and she'll renounce all the earthly matters.
She will never see you ever again.
Oh no, she will!
It's you who the sisters hid her from,
to convert her as soon as possible.
But before that they want her
to sign the deed.
The monastery doesn't need her as much as her riches
that she inherited from her late father.
Sofya's mother had passed away this spring...
May she rest in peace.
So the sisters started convincing her to join the nunnery.
But Sofya hasn't given her answer yet.
But now, after your escape,
I'm afraid that the sisters will have it all worked out.
- Nothing will work out for them.
- Oh, dear.
- Where did they take Sofya to?
- Oh, far away.
To the Holy Lake, in the Mikesh Skete.
- How do I get there?
- I will describe the way in detail.
The road to there is complex. Follow the first star through the swamps,
past the tsar house. Well, that's how people call it.
And from there, follow the pathway through the forest. Hurry, my dear. God be your helper!
Oh, finally.
- What is this?
- Here!
Here!
What else?
Allow me to freeze in a deep stance of pardon.
- Freeze then, m'lord.
- Yes, master.
Only Paris knows how to cook a rabbit.
A rabbit requires champignons,
but the most important ingredient for any dish is...
the sauce.
When we get to Paris, I will make coq-au-vin for you, it's delicious.
- Four sticks of cumin, the aroma...
- Seryozha!
Don't anger me.
Don't upset me, Seryozha.
Who are you waiting for?
You told me yourself
that we need to leave Russia as soon as possible.
But we've been stuck in this hole for five days now.
That's not a hole, Your Excellency.
This house belongs to Empress Elizabeth Petrovna.
It was made 15 years ago for hunting activities
carried out by Peter II. So here's that.
Believe me, this delay angers me just as much.
Cardinal de Fleury himself is waiting for me in Paris.
I'm delivering...
Well, what are you delivering?
The most beautiful woman in the world.
Ha! Paris won't forgive me for such a delay.
You're not eating anything, my child.
I understand, before we reach Paris we'll have to... stay hungry for a bit.
"Hungry"?
Russians only think about filling their stomachs.
What does a poor Russian peasant eat?
That horrible rye bread.
That horrible... porridge.
That horrible... cabbage.
I certainly never expected you to care this much about the fate of a Russian peasant.
When it comes to you, Frenchmen, people say that your favorite dish is frogs.
- And onion soup. One bulb in a full bucket of water.
- And saunas?
What about saunas?
How could any civilized man comprehend what a sauna even is?
A wooden house filled with smoke.
Amidst these fumes, the Russians are engaged in indecency and debauchery.
Oh, Seryozha, you're talking nonsense. People bathe in saunas.
Thrice a week? Don't make me laugh.
They also say that the ones who don't follow the sauna traditions...
get whipped.
- The birch canes are held in boiling water first. That's right.
- Really?
In pickle juice, maybe?
- Ivan!
- Yes, Your Excellency.
Fire up a sauna, as hot as possible!
That we'll do, mistress. That, we can do.
I have mint ready, and a drink too. Oh, I love a good sauna!
- We'll wash all your bones clean!
- Hey! Get us some branches ready!
Oak and birch ones.
Don't stand around, hunchback, hurry up!
Ivan! Ivan, I say!
- Yes, Your Excellency.
- A coat!
My star, forgive my edgy attire, for it adheres to your wishes.
- Seryozha, why the tricorne?
- So my head won't overheat.
You're right, Chevalier, the head must always be protected.
Your Excellency, here's your coat, a new one!
- Go then, dear.
- Oh, let's wash the master!
The peculiar scent of Paris... La-la...
- Wait, are you still here? The sauna awaits you.
- Are you returning soon?
- I will wait.
- Now you will appreciate the beauty of a Russian sauna, my master.
- My love!
- Ivan knows how it's done.
Have fun, Chevalier!
Here they are, here are the canes!
- What are you doing?
- Here are the canes! Let's wash our master!
- Don't push.
- Come on in! Come on!
- How dare you!
- Where are you going?
- Anastasia, my star!
- Take your hat off!
- Let's get the master washed!
- Don't touch me with your giant hands!
What is he delivering?
Lord!
What is he hiding? What?
No!
Anastasia! Anastasia!
Don't be like that, master, we're not finished yet.
More! And one more!
Like that! That's good!
Anastasia, they want to kill me! Anastasia!
Don't be stubborn, master.
To Paris! Let go!
More steam!
Where do I look?..
What is this?
Here!
To Bestuzhev!
- Weak, is this master of yours.
- What have you done?
Bring some water, let's pour it over him.
Dead man.
Pour here.
I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!
Master, are you insane?!
Take that!
Hey man! Grab a horse!
A messenger for His Excellency! Urgently!
Your Excellency,
An encrypted letter has been uncovered in Gomel.
Our catholic agent...
Reports: the letter was caught through such channels
that speak volumes of the letter's importance.
Jesuit code is the most trustworthy, they say.
I was ordered to give it to you.
- Here.
- You can go now.
"The lisping man has his diapers washed..."
- Lisping man?
- Yes.
"Perhaps,
Lutecia needs a nose".
"The rooster doesn't sing in a duet".
This is a joke.
My dear friend...
This letter makes quite a lot of sense.
The rooster is Chetardieu.
Lisping man...
Diapers...
As clear as ever.
Bestuzhev's papers have been stolen!
Chetardieu is leading his own game behind my back,
that's what it means.
The "nose" is delivering them to Paris - meaning, de Brillieu!
Ah, I did report already that de Brillieu is currently waiting for his leaving passport on the swamps.
A leaving passport...
Right, I see...
Now, to business.
Bestuzhev's papers must be here!
Where's that boy, the navigation cadet?
Give me his interrogation papers.
Here, he's blabbing about something
about that kidnapped girl Anastasia Yaguzhinskaya.
We'd really benefit from her.
Ah, here. "The kidnapper sure has a nose".
Looks like the "nose" is de Brillieu.
I saw him at the church.
He appeared all excited, and then vanished without a trace.
- All the dates match.
- They do, Your Excellency.
Get Alexander Belov to me!
And find Berger immediately!
Count Putyatin's interrogation papers...
Ha! What can this senseless man say!
What is this?!
Lyadaschev offers a bribe?
That fool Gusev only sees bribes and betrayals left and right.
Goran!
What about our ladies?
But neither Bestuzheva nor Lopukhina
- were subjected to third-degree interrogations.
- Do it then!
How can't you be stern with these cows
if you get nothing but empty chirping from them?
They're not gossipers, they're conspirators!
And the Vice-Chancellor altogether with them!
Nobody gossips on the torture racks.
Everybody is honest on the racks... like children.
When and why did you arrive to Petersburg?
I came to Petersburg a week ago, Your Excellency,
with a desire to join the guards. The Leibgarde, Your Excellency.
The Leibgarde? You have a taste.
Oh yes, Your Excellency.
So while creeping under the windows of that girl Anastasia Yaguzhinskaya,
were you also dreaming about serving in the guards, scoundrel?
Oh no, Your Excellency, I was dreaming of something else.
But alas...
Some important-looking man with a big nose
took Anastasia Pavlovna away.
Can you recognise him if you see him?
- I can.
- I will give you a task.
You will have to recognise that big nose man.
Also check if Yaguzhinskaya is still with him.
And when you come back,
we can think about the guards.
These are the Empress' personal guards, after all.
Thank you, Your Excellency!
Not a word to anyone!
I'm not going to threaten you,
but if you blab anything out,
you'd just get...
When do I go?
Have a sleep, they'll come after you.
You will go together with an officer from the Leib-Kirasir regiment.
Berger!
Berger?
Do you know each other?
I doubt that meeting can count as an acquaintance,
Your Excellency.
Alright, you can go, cadet.
But remember!
- You stay behind.
- Yes, sir.
Listen to me carefully.
You will go the house on the swamps.
Your task is to get some papers from Brillieu.
But you must do it peacefully, without any threats.
Understood.
Here, read it.
Issue a leaving passport for de Brillieu immediately.
- What? We're letting them out?
- Yes, yes!
If de Brillieu took Yaguzhinskaya away,
then it's one interesting game coming up.
To steal a girl from under arrest?
One can do that only in the heat of true passion.
Understood.
Love is far from being the last factor in the political game.
- Understood.
- People in love are gullible and trusting.
Understood.
- Don't play games with this man. Just say that we know everything about the papers.
- Understood.
- And we know about the girl too.
- Understood.
- And we can put her in the shackles at any moment.
- Understood.
Don't say anything to that cadet Belov.
Understood!
- He's not what he seems to be.
- Understood.
Careful with the Frenchman, his sword is sharp.
Understood.
- Remember, your main pressure point is Anastasia Yaguzhinskaya.
- Understood.
- Yaguzhinskaya.
- Understood.
- Repeat.
- Yaguzhinskaya.
- Go now.
- Understood.
Idiot.
Vasily Fyodorovich, wake up!
- Vasily Fyodorovich, please wake up!
- Who do you want?
Sorry. I want to see Vasily Fyodorovich.
Vasya, you've got guests, wake up.
Vasily Fyodorovich, wake up!
I'm from Lestocq!
Tough life brought you here, huh!
Vasily Fyodorovich, I'm really confused.
Vasily Fyodorovich, I'm...
I'm a pawn in someone else's game.
Help me make sense of it.
Lestocq gave you a task?
Yes.
I will tell you everything.
But the price for my honesty is a life.
- Whose life?
- Yours.
- Got it.
Today...
This morning I messed up
and betrayed a person quite dear to me,
Anastasia Yaguzhinskaya.
What will happen to her?
Your beauty... she's just a witness.
She said so much during her interrogation...
...I had it somewhere...
...for that she needed a pat on the head,
not punishment.
- So it's all because of her testimony?
- No, her testimony has no value.
Her mother was taken after...
- Ivan Lopukhin's interrogation.
- And Berger?
What's up with all of you! "Berger, Berger"!
- I'm going together with him, though.
- Who? Berger?
Berger makes bad company.
Fine, I'll tell you one story.
But the price for my honesty is...
When you come back from this trip with Berger,
go to me straight away.
Deal?
Deal.
That's good.
Imagine that there's a... Courland man serving the crown.
- Berger?
- Well, a player...
Always struggles with money, in other words.
So that's why he got himself a side-job a long time ago...
Where do they always leave these, come on!
Works for Lestocq.
Well, he leads a good life now, waits for his promotion.
His friend works alongside with him.
Ivan Lopukhin.
You're smart beyond your years, Belov.
That's right, his friend Ivan Lopukhin.
A bad-tempered boy, arrogant,
with a huge network.
Lopukhins are related to the tsars.
So Berger...
Discovers that Ivan is to get a promotion
and to get a position that Berger wanted for himself.
Let's have some coffee instead.
- What happened next?
- Next is all simple.
Berger writes a denunciation on Ivan,
saying that Lopukhins want to put small Ivan on the throne
because our Empress Elizabeth Petrovna
is an illegitimate child born out of wedlock.
Scoundrel!
Lestocq grabs this case straight away
and orders Berger to have an honest talk with Ivan.
Berger starts taking Ivan around pubs.
Drunk Ivan mumbles something,
and a man behind the wall writes it all down.
Then these scribbles get presented to Elizabeth Petrovna by Lestocq,
and she signs an arrest warrant on the entire Lopukhin family in her anger.
- What does Bestuzheva have to do with all this?
- Well!
She's Lopukhina's friend.
And a gossiper too.
It's the name that's important.
Bestuzheva!
I actually think that this entire lassie conspiracy was created only to...
Overthrow Bestuzhev.
- I did not tell you that.
- Right.
Don't look at me with such devotion.
I didn't entrust anything secret to you.
All of Petersburg gossips about it.
All of them under the threat of capital punishment.
And now... where and why are you going?
I don't know. Honestly, master, I do not know.
That's what you should say to all of them: I know nothing.
"I know nothing, I know nothing!"
But go to me straight away when you're back.
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.
Here we have enough of foes,
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!