Midshipmen, Onwards! (1988): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript
Gardemarines, let's go!
Episode Three
When you're enganged in handiwork in your house clothes like that,
I'm starting to think that we're already home.
The Parisian garden is rustling behind the window,
a sweet dream is blooming on every branch.
- You're a poet, Seryozha.
- No, my star.
These are the lyrics from one old French song.
Grooms used to sing it to their brides.
Into my old garden,
Lanfren lanfra,
Fly, my dove.
Dreams are hanging there,
Lanfren lanfra,
On all branches, my dove.
Lanfren lanfra,
La-la-ti-ta,
The creek is fresh,
The grass is thick,
The lily bed stands empty,
Fly into my garden, my dove.
A light dream,
Lanfren lanfra,
We will pick off of a heavy branch.
It's so sweet,
Lanfren lanfra,
Such dreams are so rare!
Lanfren lanfra,
La-la-ti-ta
Only your lips are sweeter than this dream
And a rose falls off a bush,
Onto your chest, my dove.
In my garden,
Lanfren lanfra,
There are three nightingales and a crow,
A tragedy,
Lanfren lanfra,
They foretell to our love.
Lanfren lanfra,
La-la-ti-ta
Shine, my farewell star!
My last love is pure,
Fly to my garden, my dove!
Go to bed, Seryozha.
Bon nuit, mon amour.
I'm tired. It's late.
Alyosha!
My God... How did you get here?
There's nothing but beasts around these places.
I had a feeling we'd meet again, prayer girl.
Go to the sauna, quick. I'll come in the morning.
Go.
Alyosha! Alyosha, wake up.
Drink.
Well, speak:
Do you agree to risk your life for my mother and I?
- No.
- What?
You don't want to?
If I had asked you this in Moscow, you would've run to me straight away,
you'd crawl on your knees. You're scared.
I'm not scared of anything, lady!
It's just the circumstances are such that I absolutely have to stay alive.
- Sorry.
- How you speak now!
Yet you sure loved accepting my mother's gifts.
No, I didn't.
Do you really not care about her fate?
I'd do anything for Anna Gavrilovna.
What happened?
I don't know.
I have escaped from under arrest myself.
And my saviour, Chevalier de Brillieu, dragged me into these swamps,
so we're just sitting around here waiting for hell knows what.
He's carrying some extremely important papers.
Here they are.
- So you...
- Yes, I stole them.
Now they have to be brought back to Petersburg.
- I can't.
- But why?
I must save one person.
She's being forced into a nunnery.
It's not far from here, in the Mikesh Skete. I was heading there first thing.
I know this person.
- Is her name Sofya?
- Yes.
I see.
Oh well, go help her out.
That's a noble thing, she's an orphan, after all.
Go.
Please understand...
I myself don't even know what could happen to me.
I am in hiding.
But I will try to help you.
Although I don't know how.
Please.
Well, pass me... those papers.
Listen carefully.
You must hand these papers to the Vice-Chancellor personally.
- Bestuzhev?!
- Shush!
They were stolen from him.
And they are being secretly transported to Paris.
We must bring these back to him.
How on earth can I meet Bestuzhev?
- He's a goddamn Vice-Chancellor!
- Well, you'll have to try.
And remind him about my mother.
Let him take care of her.
Promise?
Yes... I promise.
- Go.
- Yes.
There are swamps everywhere.
But you should follow that path.
In two hours you will reach the Holy Lake.
Goodbye, Alyosha!
My star! Who is this?
Why are you kissing?
That's the last Russian, Chevalier.
- He's going to the Mikesh Skete.
- Yes, to the Mikesh Skete.
- For his fiancee.
- For my fiancee.
We're old acquaintances, he's a cadet of the Navigation School.
Alyosha Korsak. Got it? Now go. Go!
Horse and traveller, aren't yus struggling?
How not to go insane on the way?
Going off-road is no joke,
but how do you survive on-road?
Both the Devil and the God
Have you on their list,
Oh, you, Russian road!
Going a hundred holes per mile!
A swamp!
All this Russia of yours is a swamp!
- Should we help?
- No.
My hands aren't free!
But all of us can agree,
How could we not love our roads!
Swearing is easier than crying,
and saving yourself is better than drowning.
Both the Devil and the God
Have you on their list
Oh, you, Russian road!
Going a hundred holes per mile!
How long can we wander around for on such roads?
We'd better hurry to Petersburg, but instead we're searching for some Perovskoe village.
What if Alyosha's there with his mother? We'd give his passport back,
- and stay over a day or two.
- In your dreams! "Domus proprio,
domus optima". Which means "staying over is good, but staying home is better".
Don't whine, Aesculapius. Nobody's waiting for us at home anyway.
- Father is travelling abroad.
- The carriage has fallen apart completely.
- The fire will go out soon. Let me.
- I'll do it.
You do it! We've given our whole house away! Where's the dark brown suit
that Papa has gifted you from London? Is Korsak wearing it?
- I'm a Prince, I can give gifts.
- A Prince!
- Hold the horses.
- Yes, sir.
Make sure you don't give them too much water.
Belov, komm!
Good...
Oh, I'm hungry!
Bring some wine!
Hurry up!
Sit down.
Tired!
Belov, is it him?
Maybe, maybe not. It was dark then.
Him.
Have you brought the passport?
- Why such a delay?
- Why such a hurry?
Let me introduce myself, mister,
Berger, the officer of the Leib-Kirasir regiment.
This is my companion.
Do you want to say that I am a captive of Russia?
The circumstances have changed, sir.
- You will have to go to Petersburg.
- I will have to?
Who can order me around?
I can tell you why you are still held in Russia.
Je vous prix, officer. Without favours, please.
You've entered someone else's game.
The conspirators tried making an attempt on the Empress' life.
The Commission of Inquiry is working day and night.
When suddenly, a conspirator girl escapes from under arrest.
The Secret Chancery got lost.
They know that it was you
who kidnapped Yaguzhinskaya.
But so far only Lestocq knows about it.
He knows it, and keeps silent.
He wants to help you.
But!
But under one condition.
Hand over the papers that you are transporting to Paris.
The papers in exchange for Yaguzhinskaya.
That's all.
Ah, the papers?!
Perhaps, you'd like my family estate and my sword to go with them?
Lestocq has solid sleuths, but they followed the wrong lead.
Grab that girl of yours and go wherever you want!
Just hand over the papers.
Do not anger the Secret Chancery.
I do not recommend that.
Get lost!
Take him!
Cadet! Where are you?!
Quick, cadet!
- Tell me, where's Yaguzhinskaya?
- Here!
- What are you doing!
- Hold him!
I'll help you!
Where are the papers? Give me the papers!
Where are the papers? Give me the papers!
Where are the papers? Give me the papers!
Where are the papers?
Let him go, scoundrel, let him go!
Come on, let him go!
Anastasia, I'm coming!
- Well?
- Don't you recognise me,
- Anastasia Pavlovna?
- No.
I was introduced to you in the house of Madame Reigel.
- Vera Dmitrievna?
- Yes.
Do you remember?
Ah!
Passport!
So you're...
- Passport!
- The papers!
- Passport!
- The papers!
- Passport!
- The papers!
- Passport!
- The papers!
Let's continue our talk.
Damn... where did he go?
Ah!
Ivan!
What should I do with the fish?
What to do? Barbarian! Bandage the wounded.
Yes. Ouch! Why, master?
Strange. I don't remember your face at all, but I do remember your silhouette.
Where did I see you?
Under your windows, lady.
And then, it was me who saw the carriage that took you away,
Alexander Belov.
So it was you!
And I kept thinking, who was that man who saw me set off on my long journey?
Do you know anything about my mother, perhaps?
She's been on the rack.
How horrid!
Give this cross to my mother.
There's an old Slavic custom.
Mother will give this cross to the executioner, and he will become her godbrother.
- He will spare his sister.
- I will.
Sasha, my dear, the execution will be public,
go and bring my prayers with you to her.
- I will do everything as you say.
- God be with you!
My star!
My lady! Why are you kissing?
That's the last Russian, Seryozha.
He understands and sympathises with me.
I had enough of this last Russian,
and the one before that too.
The passport from Lestocq.
We will reach Paris in a week's time.
You could've become the last Russian, Monsieur.
Belov!
Belov!
What are your orders, sir?
Sit down.
Go to Petersburg.
What should I pass on to His Excellency?
You did your job, you have identified the Frenchman.
I would've done my job too,
if it wasn't for his treacherous attack.
Tell him: I'm in bed, bleeding out.
If you say anything you're not supposed to,
Siberia will become your second Motherland, and your grave.
Go now, dear.
- Go.
- Thank you very much, sir.
Then what? Continue.
Your sister was brought into the Skete unconscious.
- And then?
- Then she cried a lot.
The nuns calmed her down, gave her lots of love, now they're preparing her for the nunnery.
- When is the ceremony?
- Tomorrow.
Give me your legs, dear. Here.
Free your heart of the earthly hassle, dear.
Forget the dirty world and its sins.
Tomorrow is a holy day -
the day you join our nunnery.
Forgive me, Lord,
Only due to Your mercy...
You will pass the scissors to the abbess thrice.
And she will reject them each time,
as a test for your intentions.
Got it?
And then she'll cut your hair in a cross.
Like this.
You will become the purest thing in the world,
like a bird.
Like a bird.
Like a bird.
Sign the deed to your inheritance, my sweetie,
that your father left you,
for the holy temple.
So that the pure crystal light of tomorrow
won't be overshadowed by mundane trifles.
And we will pray for Sofya,
and remember the souls of your deceased parents,
of your father Matvey Zotov and your mother Maria.
Sign it, dear.
Sign here.
Right here.
That's good, dear.
Good girl.
Good girl.
Good girl.
Give me your hand.
You'll wait here. Nobody will see you from there.
- Where are you going?
- To the skete. Ordinary folk is not allowed here.
Sofya!
The brother is waiting for you! Down there by the lake!
- What brother?
- The one you were going to Kronstadt with.
To Kronstadt!
Remember now?
What do I say to him?
What do I say to him?
Go back to the sisters.
- What did she say?
- "Go back to the sisters".
- That's it?
- Yes.
- She didn't say anything else?
- Nope.
- What do you want for your service?
- A bead necklace.
Here, take the money and buy yourself a necklace.
No, I better hang it around my neck.
Sofya!
I found you!
Let me at least take a look at you to keep in my memory.
So that's what you are.
I've been looking for you for so long.
- Don't cry. Let's go with me, I have a boat down there.
- No!
What's wrong?
I can't go with you to Kronstadt, it's all over.
I've signed the deed.
My life will pass in this place.
I will pray for you.
Remember, my soul will always be with you.
Now go, I beg you.
What are you saying!
You need to live. Think of it as payment.
The money is not the issue.
I won't go anywhere without you.
I love you.
Don't tell me that, please don't!
- Accompany me at least.
- I will.
- Hey, they're calling for the morning prayer!
- Tell them I'll come to the second liturgy.
- Where are you going?
- I'll see the brother off and get back.
The darkness will peek from under all the swamps and bogs,
And the whip will whistle above the horses.
You will sing about longing,
As you fly alone in the darkness,
And I will cry an old song, by myself.
Separation! That's the long-time foe of Russian dreams.
Separation! That's the midnight thief in the happy dusk.
There's only soil under the wheels,
and nothing could be heard amidst the thunder.
No swords of yours, no tears of ours,
nor pleads for help.
What misfortune awaits us year after year?
What need are we paying the tribute to, by leaving our loved ones?
And why does reality give us dreams
That shine a light above our lifeless songs?
Perhaps we should never let go of our hands?
Perhaps, we get rid of the horses till the end of times?
But the north is longing, the south is calling,
And so the click of the wheels bids farewell again,
And suddenly, my fate is shattered by the miles, forever till the end of times.
That's for you, take it.
And remember about me.
- Ivan!
- Yes, sir.
Damn it! Thief! Spy! Scoundrel! Where are the papers?
- Where are the papers, I ask!
- What papers? Are you mad?
- You think I wouldn't notice?!
- What papers, sir?
- I didn't take them!
- Where are the papers?
- The papers! Scoundrel! Where are they?!
- What is he doing? Seryozha!
- Your Excellency! Help!
- Give them back!
Seryozha, leave this man alone!
- Seryozha, you've gone insane!
- I will kill you!
Seryozha, I stole them! I did!
I stole your papers!
- You?
- Yes, me!
Yes, me, ME! And I was the one who shoved some ripped sheets into your jacket,
- while you were in the sauna.
- Where are they?
- Gone.
I gave them away.
Gave them away?
- To whom?!
- It hurts!
- Leave her, mister.
- Wait!
They're indeed gone, sorry.
Ah, that last Russian...
The Navigation School cadet...
Alyosha... with the beauty mark!
What? Alyosha?
Alyosha Korsak? He was here? When?
I let him go at dawn yesterday.
- To where?
- To the Mikesh Skete.
Right now!
I'll kill you!
Now what?
- Kronstadt?
- Nope.
Petersburg.
I've got one urgent business.
That's it.
Farewell.
Alyosha!
- Sasha?
- Korsak!
Sasha! Let's go.
Sasha...
That's my friend.
That's strange, what is he doing here?
Run!
The carriage!
Allez!
Oh, the damned roads!
Run to the forest! Save the papers!
Save the papers!
Mister!
Hold the horses!
Stop the horses, mister! Stop!
Here they are!
Run them over!
Alyosha, run to the forest!
Come on, dear! Run, run!
Wait! Brillieu, wait!
Stop, scoundrel!
You scum!
Wait, scoundrel!
Don't shoot!
- Don't you dare!
- Stop the carriage!
Come on!
Don't shoot!
Stop! Stop!
- I can't!
- Take the papers!
- I'm with you!
- To the forest! The forest!
- No!
- You won't get away from me!
- Stop!
Stop! I'm telling you to stop!
Stop!
Stop, boy!
Stop, you won't get away!
Stop!
Damned boots!
Stop!
- Stop, I'm telling you!
- What now?
- Sasha!
- Goddamn Russia!
My dear!
Sasha!
Anastasia!
What's wrong with you, my star?
Seryozha, why... why did you kill this boy?! Why...
I didn't want to, he ran into the bullet!
- Let me, I will go to him!
- That's your own fault.
Your own fault. He allowed himself too much!
- Seryozha, I can't...
- Let's go, my star.
My God... Why?
- Let me at least say farewell to him.
- He doesn't need it anymore.
Calm down. That's his fault. That's it.
- It wasn't fate, then.
- That's it.
Like that.
- Like that.
- To Paris.
Paris...
Oh, my star...
Paris...
Paris loves winners.
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.
The ways of love
are not easy here.
But white moss and clovers
Are at least kind to us.
The nightingales are full
Of happy longing,
And the springs are generous
After coming back to us in the north.
The nightingales are full
Of happy longing,
And the springs are generous
After coming back to us in the north.
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.
Oh, Alyosha, I can't believe it...
I'm free!
The water, the forest, the sky - it's all mine!
What will happen to us now, Alyosha?
What? Let's go to Petersburg. Find Nikita.
That's my friend.
And then we'll decide together
what's the quickest way to give Bestuzhev his papers back.
- What about me?
- You?
You are with me now... forever.
Oh, I am scared, Alyosha.
Don't be. Sleep well, my darling.
I'm with you.
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.
Well, master, now we're dirt poor.
Gavrila, give me some fresh cardboard.
There isn't any fresh cardboard.
You'll go bankrupt with your arts and crafts!
An icon painter spends two weeks doing one job,
and you did a splish-sploosh and wasted five sheets already.
If you drew all over one side - turn the sheet over.
We've wasted so much coal too! It was enough to last through the winter.
- Gavrila, you'll be burned at the stake for greed.
- No I won't.
Ars omnibus - communist.
Oh, "ars omnibus - communist"! You share everything!
- Gave everything away to your friends!
- Art is public heritage!
Come on, stubborn!
Let's go!
Nikita!
Alyosha!
- What are you doing here?
- Ah, we're looking for your home village!
- And you?
- My God!
Speak of the Devil!
Oh no, just in time for lunch too!
"The kidnapping occurred in the course of carrying out an important secret order.
I'm being transported in secret and I feel they might kill me on the way. Help!"
Huh...
"Help me, as I am useful to the Motherland
via the papers that were stolen from the Bestuzhev house in Moscow".
Vasily Fyodorovich! Open up, it's me.
Ah, Belov, just in time.
- You showed up?
- Just as promised.
- Well, did it go well?
- Ha, it did.
Berger is wounded. He's in the house on the swamps.
- What house?
- Hell knows!
The journey to there took us two days.
Who wounded Berger?
The Frenchman who kidnapped Anastasia Yaguzhinskaya.
I had to identify him.
- Well, have you?
- I have.
- So, who is it?
- De Brillieu.
- Right, next.
- Nothing's next.
Berger is moaning on the swamps.
Anastasia...
was taken away to Paris by the Frenchman.
Huh, that de Brillieu is good.
You've lost your beauty then?
Fine, fine!
Fine, let's drink some coffee.
Right, I have something for you!
We've received a letter from some Styckjunkar named Kotov, your acquaintance.
The Styckjunkar is complaining about some Prince Ches...
Ches...ke...
It's such a name...
a stained one, like a bug got squashed.
- Sugar?
- If you can.
This Prince has committed a crime:
he kidnapped Kotov in the course of his secret order.
But... what order?
What Prince?
Where do we find Kotov?
I don't know.
That's right, that's good. "I don't know".
Fine, I did see Kotov,
in Tver near a guest house. He gave a letter to some postman,
and then the guards shoved him back into the carriage.
- What carriage?
- I don't know.
I swear I do not know.
- Why didn't you tell me this before?
- Because you never asked.
Vasily Fyodorovich, I have a favour to ask.
Come on.
This thing... needs to be given...
to Anna Gavrilovna Bestuzheva.
Before the execution.
Who gave you this cross?
You don't need to say it, I know already.
The daughter is praying for her sins.
Told on her mother.
Escaped herself, and now shoves your head into the noose instead?
Good gal indeed!
No, I won't risk my people for her.
- Why are you saying this?
- Because I'm tired of human stupidity and villainy!
De Brillieu's off to Paris, then?
And still...
why did you go to that house on the swamps?
Couldn't be only because of Anastasia?
I... I don't know.
My job was to... only identify him.
Go, Belov. Go.
Just don't deceive yourself.
Don't come here anymore.
If you're needed, I will find you myself.
If you need me, and that can happen,
ask Martha.
- Remember her?
- Yes.
- Then go.
Still, who was that Chessky?
Chertoryzhsky?
Cherkassky?
Cherkizovsky?
Which one?
Let's start with Chertoryzhsky.
"Every blessed creature
is happy to see Thee".
Everybody needs God.
Everybody.
But not everyone can pray.
Their sins cannot be forgiven.
You're saying that Berger is wounded?
That's right, Your Excellency. The wound is very serious.
Why didn't you protect your comrade?
I... I've suffered myself, Your Excellency.
That Frenchman, he's...
He's a pure Devil.
A whole battle, I see.
By the order of Her Majesty the Empress of Russia.
With God's mercy we, Elizabeth I,
The Empress and the ruler of Russia, et cetera et cetera...
We announce to all our loyal servants
that today at noon on the Hare Island,
opposite of the bastions of Peter and Pavel,
a public execution will be carried out:
of Lopukhins, all three of them, and of Anna Bestuzheva. They are to get whipped by knouts,
- Already? Today?
- ... and to be exiled to Siberia after their tongues have been cut off.
Why are you so upset, cadet?
Are you feeling sorry for these state criminals?
An offence against God!
An offence against the Empress! Got it, Belov?
And stop shaking.
I need strong people.
Your Excellency, the carriage is ready.
Do not leave the capital.
We'll continue our conversation later.
Sorry.
Please move.
My God...
Mother...
Mummy...
- Quiet.
- Let me through!
Where the hell are you going?
Can't you see?!
Sasha! Look, Sasha!
Sasha!
- At your place.
- My place?
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 Three
When you're enganged in handiwork in your house clothes like that,
I'm starting to think that we're already home.
The Parisian garden is rustling behind the window,
a sweet dream is blooming on every branch.
- You're a poet, Seryozha.
- No, my star.
These are the lyrics from one old French song.
Grooms used to sing it to their brides.
Into my old garden,
Lanfren lanfra,
Fly, my dove.
Dreams are hanging there,
Lanfren lanfra,
On all branches, my dove.
Lanfren lanfra,
La-la-ti-ta,
The creek is fresh,
The grass is thick,
The lily bed stands empty,
Fly into my garden, my dove.
A light dream,
Lanfren lanfra,
We will pick off of a heavy branch.
It's so sweet,
Lanfren lanfra,
Such dreams are so rare!
Lanfren lanfra,
La-la-ti-ta
Only your lips are sweeter than this dream
And a rose falls off a bush,
Onto your chest, my dove.
In my garden,
Lanfren lanfra,
There are three nightingales and a crow,
A tragedy,
Lanfren lanfra,
They foretell to our love.
Lanfren lanfra,
La-la-ti-ta
Shine, my farewell star!
My last love is pure,
Fly to my garden, my dove!
Go to bed, Seryozha.
Bon nuit, mon amour.
I'm tired. It's late.
Alyosha!
My God... How did you get here?
There's nothing but beasts around these places.
I had a feeling we'd meet again, prayer girl.
Go to the sauna, quick. I'll come in the morning.
Go.
Alyosha! Alyosha, wake up.
Drink.
Well, speak:
Do you agree to risk your life for my mother and I?
- No.
- What?
You don't want to?
If I had asked you this in Moscow, you would've run to me straight away,
you'd crawl on your knees. You're scared.
I'm not scared of anything, lady!
It's just the circumstances are such that I absolutely have to stay alive.
- Sorry.
- How you speak now!
Yet you sure loved accepting my mother's gifts.
No, I didn't.
Do you really not care about her fate?
I'd do anything for Anna Gavrilovna.
What happened?
I don't know.
I have escaped from under arrest myself.
And my saviour, Chevalier de Brillieu, dragged me into these swamps,
so we're just sitting around here waiting for hell knows what.
He's carrying some extremely important papers.
Here they are.
- So you...
- Yes, I stole them.
Now they have to be brought back to Petersburg.
- I can't.
- But why?
I must save one person.
She's being forced into a nunnery.
It's not far from here, in the Mikesh Skete. I was heading there first thing.
I know this person.
- Is her name Sofya?
- Yes.
I see.
Oh well, go help her out.
That's a noble thing, she's an orphan, after all.
Go.
Please understand...
I myself don't even know what could happen to me.
I am in hiding.
But I will try to help you.
Although I don't know how.
Please.
Well, pass me... those papers.
Listen carefully.
You must hand these papers to the Vice-Chancellor personally.
- Bestuzhev?!
- Shush!
They were stolen from him.
And they are being secretly transported to Paris.
We must bring these back to him.
How on earth can I meet Bestuzhev?
- He's a goddamn Vice-Chancellor!
- Well, you'll have to try.
And remind him about my mother.
Let him take care of her.
Promise?
Yes... I promise.
- Go.
- Yes.
There are swamps everywhere.
But you should follow that path.
In two hours you will reach the Holy Lake.
Goodbye, Alyosha!
My star! Who is this?
Why are you kissing?
That's the last Russian, Chevalier.
- He's going to the Mikesh Skete.
- Yes, to the Mikesh Skete.
- For his fiancee.
- For my fiancee.
We're old acquaintances, he's a cadet of the Navigation School.
Alyosha Korsak. Got it? Now go. Go!
Horse and traveller, aren't yus struggling?
How not to go insane on the way?
Going off-road is no joke,
but how do you survive on-road?
Both the Devil and the God
Have you on their list,
Oh, you, Russian road!
Going a hundred holes per mile!
A swamp!
All this Russia of yours is a swamp!
- Should we help?
- No.
My hands aren't free!
But all of us can agree,
How could we not love our roads!
Swearing is easier than crying,
and saving yourself is better than drowning.
Both the Devil and the God
Have you on their list
Oh, you, Russian road!
Going a hundred holes per mile!
How long can we wander around for on such roads?
We'd better hurry to Petersburg, but instead we're searching for some Perovskoe village.
What if Alyosha's there with his mother? We'd give his passport back,
- and stay over a day or two.
- In your dreams! "Domus proprio,
domus optima". Which means "staying over is good, but staying home is better".
Don't whine, Aesculapius. Nobody's waiting for us at home anyway.
- Father is travelling abroad.
- The carriage has fallen apart completely.
- The fire will go out soon. Let me.
- I'll do it.
You do it! We've given our whole house away! Where's the dark brown suit
that Papa has gifted you from London? Is Korsak wearing it?
- I'm a Prince, I can give gifts.
- A Prince!
- Hold the horses.
- Yes, sir.
Make sure you don't give them too much water.
Belov, komm!
Good...
Oh, I'm hungry!
Bring some wine!
Hurry up!
Sit down.
Tired!
Belov, is it him?
Maybe, maybe not. It was dark then.
Him.
Have you brought the passport?
- Why such a delay?
- Why such a hurry?
Let me introduce myself, mister,
Berger, the officer of the Leib-Kirasir regiment.
This is my companion.
Do you want to say that I am a captive of Russia?
The circumstances have changed, sir.
- You will have to go to Petersburg.
- I will have to?
Who can order me around?
I can tell you why you are still held in Russia.
Je vous prix, officer. Without favours, please.
You've entered someone else's game.
The conspirators tried making an attempt on the Empress' life.
The Commission of Inquiry is working day and night.
When suddenly, a conspirator girl escapes from under arrest.
The Secret Chancery got lost.
They know that it was you
who kidnapped Yaguzhinskaya.
But so far only Lestocq knows about it.
He knows it, and keeps silent.
He wants to help you.
But!
But under one condition.
Hand over the papers that you are transporting to Paris.
The papers in exchange for Yaguzhinskaya.
That's all.
Ah, the papers?!
Perhaps, you'd like my family estate and my sword to go with them?
Lestocq has solid sleuths, but they followed the wrong lead.
Grab that girl of yours and go wherever you want!
Just hand over the papers.
Do not anger the Secret Chancery.
I do not recommend that.
Get lost!
Take him!
Cadet! Where are you?!
Quick, cadet!
- Tell me, where's Yaguzhinskaya?
- Here!
- What are you doing!
- Hold him!
I'll help you!
Where are the papers? Give me the papers!
Where are the papers? Give me the papers!
Where are the papers? Give me the papers!
Where are the papers?
Let him go, scoundrel, let him go!
Come on, let him go!
Anastasia, I'm coming!
- Well?
- Don't you recognise me,
- Anastasia Pavlovna?
- No.
I was introduced to you in the house of Madame Reigel.
- Vera Dmitrievna?
- Yes.
Do you remember?
Ah!
Passport!
So you're...
- Passport!
- The papers!
- Passport!
- The papers!
- Passport!
- The papers!
- Passport!
- The papers!
Let's continue our talk.
Damn... where did he go?
Ah!
Ivan!
What should I do with the fish?
What to do? Barbarian! Bandage the wounded.
Yes. Ouch! Why, master?
Strange. I don't remember your face at all, but I do remember your silhouette.
Where did I see you?
Under your windows, lady.
And then, it was me who saw the carriage that took you away,
Alexander Belov.
So it was you!
And I kept thinking, who was that man who saw me set off on my long journey?
Do you know anything about my mother, perhaps?
She's been on the rack.
How horrid!
Give this cross to my mother.
There's an old Slavic custom.
Mother will give this cross to the executioner, and he will become her godbrother.
- He will spare his sister.
- I will.
Sasha, my dear, the execution will be public,
go and bring my prayers with you to her.
- I will do everything as you say.
- God be with you!
My star!
My lady! Why are you kissing?
That's the last Russian, Seryozha.
He understands and sympathises with me.
I had enough of this last Russian,
and the one before that too.
The passport from Lestocq.
We will reach Paris in a week's time.
You could've become the last Russian, Monsieur.
Belov!
Belov!
What are your orders, sir?
Sit down.
Go to Petersburg.
What should I pass on to His Excellency?
You did your job, you have identified the Frenchman.
I would've done my job too,
if it wasn't for his treacherous attack.
Tell him: I'm in bed, bleeding out.
If you say anything you're not supposed to,
Siberia will become your second Motherland, and your grave.
Go now, dear.
- Go.
- Thank you very much, sir.
Then what? Continue.
Your sister was brought into the Skete unconscious.
- And then?
- Then she cried a lot.
The nuns calmed her down, gave her lots of love, now they're preparing her for the nunnery.
- When is the ceremony?
- Tomorrow.
Give me your legs, dear. Here.
Free your heart of the earthly hassle, dear.
Forget the dirty world and its sins.
Tomorrow is a holy day -
the day you join our nunnery.
Forgive me, Lord,
Only due to Your mercy...
You will pass the scissors to the abbess thrice.
And she will reject them each time,
as a test for your intentions.
Got it?
And then she'll cut your hair in a cross.
Like this.
You will become the purest thing in the world,
like a bird.
Like a bird.
Like a bird.
Sign the deed to your inheritance, my sweetie,
that your father left you,
for the holy temple.
So that the pure crystal light of tomorrow
won't be overshadowed by mundane trifles.
And we will pray for Sofya,
and remember the souls of your deceased parents,
of your father Matvey Zotov and your mother Maria.
Sign it, dear.
Sign here.
Right here.
That's good, dear.
Good girl.
Good girl.
Good girl.
Give me your hand.
You'll wait here. Nobody will see you from there.
- Where are you going?
- To the skete. Ordinary folk is not allowed here.
Sofya!
The brother is waiting for you! Down there by the lake!
- What brother?
- The one you were going to Kronstadt with.
To Kronstadt!
Remember now?
What do I say to him?
What do I say to him?
Go back to the sisters.
- What did she say?
- "Go back to the sisters".
- That's it?
- Yes.
- She didn't say anything else?
- Nope.
- What do you want for your service?
- A bead necklace.
Here, take the money and buy yourself a necklace.
No, I better hang it around my neck.
Sofya!
I found you!
Let me at least take a look at you to keep in my memory.
So that's what you are.
I've been looking for you for so long.
- Don't cry. Let's go with me, I have a boat down there.
- No!
What's wrong?
I can't go with you to Kronstadt, it's all over.
I've signed the deed.
My life will pass in this place.
I will pray for you.
Remember, my soul will always be with you.
Now go, I beg you.
What are you saying!
You need to live. Think of it as payment.
The money is not the issue.
I won't go anywhere without you.
I love you.
Don't tell me that, please don't!
- Accompany me at least.
- I will.
- Hey, they're calling for the morning prayer!
- Tell them I'll come to the second liturgy.
- Where are you going?
- I'll see the brother off and get back.
The darkness will peek from under all the swamps and bogs,
And the whip will whistle above the horses.
You will sing about longing,
As you fly alone in the darkness,
And I will cry an old song, by myself.
Separation! That's the long-time foe of Russian dreams.
Separation! That's the midnight thief in the happy dusk.
There's only soil under the wheels,
and nothing could be heard amidst the thunder.
No swords of yours, no tears of ours,
nor pleads for help.
What misfortune awaits us year after year?
What need are we paying the tribute to, by leaving our loved ones?
And why does reality give us dreams
That shine a light above our lifeless songs?
Perhaps we should never let go of our hands?
Perhaps, we get rid of the horses till the end of times?
But the north is longing, the south is calling,
And so the click of the wheels bids farewell again,
And suddenly, my fate is shattered by the miles, forever till the end of times.
That's for you, take it.
And remember about me.
- Ivan!
- Yes, sir.
Damn it! Thief! Spy! Scoundrel! Where are the papers?
- Where are the papers, I ask!
- What papers? Are you mad?
- You think I wouldn't notice?!
- What papers, sir?
- I didn't take them!
- Where are the papers?
- The papers! Scoundrel! Where are they?!
- What is he doing? Seryozha!
- Your Excellency! Help!
- Give them back!
Seryozha, leave this man alone!
- Seryozha, you've gone insane!
- I will kill you!
Seryozha, I stole them! I did!
I stole your papers!
- You?
- Yes, me!
Yes, me, ME! And I was the one who shoved some ripped sheets into your jacket,
- while you were in the sauna.
- Where are they?
- Gone.
I gave them away.
Gave them away?
- To whom?!
- It hurts!
- Leave her, mister.
- Wait!
They're indeed gone, sorry.
Ah, that last Russian...
The Navigation School cadet...
Alyosha... with the beauty mark!
What? Alyosha?
Alyosha Korsak? He was here? When?
I let him go at dawn yesterday.
- To where?
- To the Mikesh Skete.
Right now!
I'll kill you!
Now what?
- Kronstadt?
- Nope.
Petersburg.
I've got one urgent business.
That's it.
Farewell.
Alyosha!
- Sasha?
- Korsak!
Sasha! Let's go.
Sasha...
That's my friend.
That's strange, what is he doing here?
Run!
The carriage!
Allez!
Oh, the damned roads!
Run to the forest! Save the papers!
Save the papers!
Mister!
Hold the horses!
Stop the horses, mister! Stop!
Here they are!
Run them over!
Alyosha, run to the forest!
Come on, dear! Run, run!
Wait! Brillieu, wait!
Stop, scoundrel!
You scum!
Wait, scoundrel!
Don't shoot!
- Don't you dare!
- Stop the carriage!
Come on!
Don't shoot!
Stop! Stop!
- I can't!
- Take the papers!
- I'm with you!
- To the forest! The forest!
- No!
- You won't get away from me!
- Stop!
Stop! I'm telling you to stop!
Stop!
Stop, boy!
Stop, you won't get away!
Stop!
Damned boots!
Stop!
- Stop, I'm telling you!
- What now?
- Sasha!
- Goddamn Russia!
My dear!
Sasha!
Anastasia!
What's wrong with you, my star?
Seryozha, why... why did you kill this boy?! Why...
I didn't want to, he ran into the bullet!
- Let me, I will go to him!
- That's your own fault.
Your own fault. He allowed himself too much!
- Seryozha, I can't...
- Let's go, my star.
My God... Why?
- Let me at least say farewell to him.
- He doesn't need it anymore.
Calm down. That's his fault. That's it.
- It wasn't fate, then.
- That's it.
Like that.
- Like that.
- To Paris.
Paris...
Oh, my star...
Paris...
Paris loves winners.
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.
The ways of love
are not easy here.
But white moss and clovers
Are at least kind to us.
The nightingales are full
Of happy longing,
And the springs are generous
After coming back to us in the north.
The nightingales are full
Of happy longing,
And the springs are generous
After coming back to us in the north.
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.
Oh, Alyosha, I can't believe it...
I'm free!
The water, the forest, the sky - it's all mine!
What will happen to us now, Alyosha?
What? Let's go to Petersburg. Find Nikita.
That's my friend.
And then we'll decide together
what's the quickest way to give Bestuzhev his papers back.
- What about me?
- You?
You are with me now... forever.
Oh, I am scared, Alyosha.
Don't be. Sleep well, my darling.
I'm with you.
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.
Well, master, now we're dirt poor.
Gavrila, give me some fresh cardboard.
There isn't any fresh cardboard.
You'll go bankrupt with your arts and crafts!
An icon painter spends two weeks doing one job,
and you did a splish-sploosh and wasted five sheets already.
If you drew all over one side - turn the sheet over.
We've wasted so much coal too! It was enough to last through the winter.
- Gavrila, you'll be burned at the stake for greed.
- No I won't.
Ars omnibus - communist.
Oh, "ars omnibus - communist"! You share everything!
- Gave everything away to your friends!
- Art is public heritage!
Come on, stubborn!
Let's go!
Nikita!
Alyosha!
- What are you doing here?
- Ah, we're looking for your home village!
- And you?
- My God!
Speak of the Devil!
Oh no, just in time for lunch too!
"The kidnapping occurred in the course of carrying out an important secret order.
I'm being transported in secret and I feel they might kill me on the way. Help!"
Huh...
"Help me, as I am useful to the Motherland
via the papers that were stolen from the Bestuzhev house in Moscow".
Vasily Fyodorovich! Open up, it's me.
Ah, Belov, just in time.
- You showed up?
- Just as promised.
- Well, did it go well?
- Ha, it did.
Berger is wounded. He's in the house on the swamps.
- What house?
- Hell knows!
The journey to there took us two days.
Who wounded Berger?
The Frenchman who kidnapped Anastasia Yaguzhinskaya.
I had to identify him.
- Well, have you?
- I have.
- So, who is it?
- De Brillieu.
- Right, next.
- Nothing's next.
Berger is moaning on the swamps.
Anastasia...
was taken away to Paris by the Frenchman.
Huh, that de Brillieu is good.
You've lost your beauty then?
Fine, fine!
Fine, let's drink some coffee.
Right, I have something for you!
We've received a letter from some Styckjunkar named Kotov, your acquaintance.
The Styckjunkar is complaining about some Prince Ches...
Ches...ke...
It's such a name...
a stained one, like a bug got squashed.
- Sugar?
- If you can.
This Prince has committed a crime:
he kidnapped Kotov in the course of his secret order.
But... what order?
What Prince?
Where do we find Kotov?
I don't know.
That's right, that's good. "I don't know".
Fine, I did see Kotov,
in Tver near a guest house. He gave a letter to some postman,
and then the guards shoved him back into the carriage.
- What carriage?
- I don't know.
I swear I do not know.
- Why didn't you tell me this before?
- Because you never asked.
Vasily Fyodorovich, I have a favour to ask.
Come on.
This thing... needs to be given...
to Anna Gavrilovna Bestuzheva.
Before the execution.
Who gave you this cross?
You don't need to say it, I know already.
The daughter is praying for her sins.
Told on her mother.
Escaped herself, and now shoves your head into the noose instead?
Good gal indeed!
No, I won't risk my people for her.
- Why are you saying this?
- Because I'm tired of human stupidity and villainy!
De Brillieu's off to Paris, then?
And still...
why did you go to that house on the swamps?
Couldn't be only because of Anastasia?
I... I don't know.
My job was to... only identify him.
Go, Belov. Go.
Just don't deceive yourself.
Don't come here anymore.
If you're needed, I will find you myself.
If you need me, and that can happen,
ask Martha.
- Remember her?
- Yes.
- Then go.
Still, who was that Chessky?
Chertoryzhsky?
Cherkassky?
Cherkizovsky?
Which one?
Let's start with Chertoryzhsky.
"Every blessed creature
is happy to see Thee".
Everybody needs God.
Everybody.
But not everyone can pray.
Their sins cannot be forgiven.
You're saying that Berger is wounded?
That's right, Your Excellency. The wound is very serious.
Why didn't you protect your comrade?
I... I've suffered myself, Your Excellency.
That Frenchman, he's...
He's a pure Devil.
A whole battle, I see.
By the order of Her Majesty the Empress of Russia.
With God's mercy we, Elizabeth I,
The Empress and the ruler of Russia, et cetera et cetera...
We announce to all our loyal servants
that today at noon on the Hare Island,
opposite of the bastions of Peter and Pavel,
a public execution will be carried out:
of Lopukhins, all three of them, and of Anna Bestuzheva. They are to get whipped by knouts,
- Already? Today?
- ... and to be exiled to Siberia after their tongues have been cut off.
Why are you so upset, cadet?
Are you feeling sorry for these state criminals?
An offence against God!
An offence against the Empress! Got it, Belov?
And stop shaking.
I need strong people.
Your Excellency, the carriage is ready.
Do not leave the capital.
We'll continue our conversation later.
Sorry.
Please move.
My God...
Mother...
Mummy...
- Quiet.
- Let me through!
Where the hell are you going?
Can't you see?!
Sasha! Look, Sasha!
Sasha!
- At your place.
- My place?
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!