The Terrible (2020): Season 1, Episode 1 - Tsar of all Russia - full transcript
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IVAN IV - SERGEY MAKOVETSKY
ALEXANDER YATSENKO
ANASTASIA ROMANOVA ZAKHARYINA-YURIEVA
TATIANA LYALINA
MALUTA SKURATOV
VIKTOR SUKHORUKOV
VLADIMIR STARITSKY
ARTEM TKACHENKO
YEFROSINYA STARITSKAYA
LYUDMILA CHIRKOVA
YEVDOKIA STARITSKAYA
MARIA PALEI
MACARIUS
LEONID KULAGIN
SYLVESTER
VLADIMIR SIMONOV
KURBSKY
KONSTANTIN KRYUKOV
ADASHEV
ANTON FEOKTISOV
CHELYADIN
NIKITA PANFILOV
FYODOR BASMANOV
VICTOR DOBRONRAVOV
ALEXEY BASMANOV
VITALY KHAEV
VYAZEMSKY
IGOR MIRKURBANOV
LUKA
ARTUR IVANOV
DARIA
MARIA SHUMAKOVA
SHCHELKALOV
VLADIMIR STEKLOV
WRITTEN BY
TIMUR EZUGBAYA
DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY
DENIS ALARKON RAMIREZ RGC
PRODUCTION DESIGNER
YEVGENY KACHANOV
COSTUME DESIGNER
NATALIA SALTYKOVA
MAKEUP ARTIST
ANASTASIA ESADZE
EDITOR
IGOR LITONINSKY
COMPOSERS - EDUARD ARTEMIEV,
ARTEM VASILIEV, DMITRY YEMELYANOV
POSTPRODUCTION PRODUCER
ANNA ASRIYANTS
SOUND DESIGNER
PAVEL DOREULI
COMPUTER GRAPHICS PRODUCER
EUGENE GITTSIGRAT.
PRODUCERS - YEKATERINA ZHUKOVA,
MARIA USHAKOVA, ANTON ZLATOPOLSKY
DIRECTED BY
ALEXEY ANDRIANOV
THE TERRIBLE.
Episode One
The year of 1571.
In the year of Our Lord 1571,
the Crimean Khan Devlet Giray
raided Moscow.
The city was burned,
thousands of people were taken captive.
Tsar Ivan IV decided not to fight back
for fear of losing his troops.
That's what the Crimean
Khan has driven me to.
I stand before you
dressed not in tsar’s attire
but in poor man’s robes.
Convey to the Khan, I seek peace with him ...
To stop his raids.
I'm ready to cede Astrakhan back to him.
Khan has no need of it.
What does he want then?
The Khan wants everything.
The Khan will return.
Not to burn and or enslave but to reign.
You should know that your land is already
divided among the Khan’s murzas.
Everything?
The Khan sends you a gift.
He said, he wants to help you
wash your shame off with blood
instead of waiting for him to come.
Stop!
Stop it.
Sire.
You've sent for me, Sire.
Sit down.
Do you know what these books are?
My grandmother brought them
from Rome. Sophia Palaiologos.
Chronicles. Stories of great kings.
Justinian the Great. Charlemagne.
My grandfather Ivan was 'the Great' too.
How will I be remembered?
Ivan the Insignificant.
Ivan the Cursed.
Ivan the Wretched. Ivan...
In the summer of 7055,
the Faithful Saint Tsar
and Grand Prince of All Russia
Ivan Vasilyevich purposed to marry.
I don't understand, Sire.
Should I write it down?
The summer of 7055...
Don't you see?
Don't you see that everything is over?
The Khan will come
and defeat us in less than a month.
He'll turn my entire kingdom
to ashes and dust.
I have to explain why.
For posterity.
God willing, they'll understand.
God willing.
Have you heard me?
In the summer of 7055 ...
The Faithful Saint Tsar
and Grand Prince of All Russia
Ivan Vasilyevich purposed to marry.
So, he's chosen a bride.
A bride is coming.
A bride is coming.
A bride is coming!
A bride is coming!
The Obolenskys!
Let them in.
The Zakharyinys.
The Zakharievys.
The Zakharyinys! Let them in.
Fyodor. Come on in.
Sir Obolensky's daughter.
She's beautiful.
Look at her dress!
Here it is.
Luka.
Who is that?
Romanova.
Who?
They are related to the Zakharyinys.
Oh! I haven’t heard of them
for quite some time.
If they ask why mother hasn't come,
don’t tell them she is ill.
They might think you are as sickly as her.
Danila, it’s all in vain.
Not at all. You have what it takes.
What a pretty girl.
Give your father my regards.
When we got the letter,
we did not hide the maiden.
As ordered, brought her
straight away to Kremlin.
Stop blubbering.
Tell us the maiden’s name.
Her name is Anastasiya.
Anastasiya Zakharyina-Yurieva.
Is this the daughter
of the late voivode Zakharyin?
I remember him.
I remember your father.
May his soul rest in peace.
He was low-born.
We must examine the girl.
Leave.
Disrobe her.
What?
What are you frightened off?
If you don't like it, leave.
Undress her. Undress her.
Yefrosinya Andrevna.
You're the most competent in these matters.
She has a birthmark on the left thigh.
What does it mean?
That she'll procreate.
I heard otherwise.
They lied to you, Mother.
They lied.
How are things
with childbearing in your family?
Do your brothers and sisters
have many children?
Three or four in a family. Rarely less.
So there are fewer sometimes.
Who is born more often?
Boys or girls?
Almost equally.
I think I have one niece more.
So there are more girls after all.
And you're going
to give birth to girls only?
Turn around.
Turn around, turn around.
Well.
The girl is healthy and beautiful.
But her family is low-born.
The Tsar told me to show her to him.
Well, show her to the Tsar then.
Let him personally turn her down.
Lyudamila of the Baryatinskys.
Marfa of the Trubetskiyes.
Voivode Vorotynsky's Elena.
Anna Koshky of the Big Sheremetyevys.
Svyatoslava of the Mstislavsky Princes.
Mariya of the Kurakins.
Anastasiya of the Zakharyinys.
You low-born wretch.
Elena of the Rostovsky Princes.
He's handed each a handkerchief,
but I didn't get one.
I am so ashamed.
You were left
without a handkerchief, you said?
Then there will be many more of them.
Many more.
Many more.
He's chosen you.
Mother Tsarina.
We should have bride shows more often.
It wasn't invented by me
nor for entertainment.
These are the customs
from the Greek Kingdom.
Tsarina from the Zacharyinys, it's ludicrous.
She is not worthy of me,
much less of the Tsar.
Her place is in the haystack
with the raised skirt.
Why marry her?
Your Majesty, I ... I didn't mean that.
Cut out his tongue.
You do it!
Now!
Aaah!
Come in.
Bless me, Your Grace.
You must have heard
of my betrothed by now.
Many are displeased.
There always will be discontent.
Why worry about it?
The purpose of holding royal title
lies not in words but in deeds.
If you prove your merit by your deeds,
no one will dare doubt your decisions.
Good words.
Wise.
I appreciate your calling them wise.
I heard of your new book.
Why haven’t you told me?
You of my passion.
It will be a gift for your wedding.
Oh, I guess the gift is here. Come in.
Father, the scribe
made a mistake there.
He writes that there were
six Roman kings for some reason.
How did you know it was a mistake?
Titus Livius wrote
that there were seven kings.
And each one of them
was described in detail.
There can’t be six of them.
Have you read Titus Livius too?
Aleksey Adashev.
I know his family from Novgorod.
They are worthy people.
Are you versed in Greek?
Mlada!
Take it out of the house, let it breathe.
How many mushrooms should go there?
Don't overcook the meat!
Mlada!
Get the chickens off the road!
They'll get trampled.
I'll trade you the bread for your fish.
My God. So you have arrived.
Why did they assign you to the Tsarina?
It was only yesterday.
I was afraid to talk.
Your fear is misplaced, Mlada.
You should be more afraid of the Duchess.
Remember what will happen
if you disobey her?
I do.
I will not disobey her.
I’ll convey everything I hear.
Ulyana.
Where were you?
Look after our things.
Get a barrel of apples from the ice cellar.
Stop tossing them around.
Be careful. Or you’ll get whipped.
Mother, how shiny your hair is. Pure silk.
Why so scared?
You think I came to you with malice.
Do you even know who I am?
No.
Glinskaya.
Our Tsar's Grandmother.
You were scared of me then, right?
No.
Stop lying. You were scared.
But I'm only hard on strangers.
You're not a stranger to us now.
Thank you, Mother.
Have you heard anything about your betrothed?
I have.
Rumors.
Rumors are weeds.
It’s true that the young Tsar
has a hot temper.
It's also true that he can be
too cruel sometimes.
But everything he does is fair.
My God. Why are you so jumpy?
You'll hear worse things around here.
A child.
You're just a child.
You must've been told
what spouses do on their wedding night.
Looks like I'll have to tell you.
- I'm ashamed, Mother.
- Don't be, dear.
When a young wife removes her clothes
she must also remove her shame.
All hail the Tsar and Tsarina!
All hail!
At the wedding feast,
angels stand unseen blessing the couple
for a happy life
full of love and children.
Long live the Tsar and Tsarina!
Long may they live!
Long may they live!
Long may they live!
All hail the Tsar! All hail the Tsar!
It’s a wonder Ivan Petrovich,
your tongue didn’t dry out when
you called this wolf pup the Tsar.
It has, Prince, it has.
Yeah, right. The Tsar. Such a mockery.
The Prince of Moscow. Nothing more.
And even that.
It’s all Metropolitan’s doing.
He wants Moscow to stand
above the rest of Russia.
The Tsar?
As if Moscow is somehow better
than Chernihov or something.
I just remembered his childhood
under the the Shuisky brothers
that's when we had to tame him.
Quiet!
The Staritskys.
Fair day, my brother.
I wish you long life and happiness.
All hail the Tsar!
All hail the Tsar! All hail the Tsar!
All hail the Tsar! Long may he live!
A gift to the great Tsar from the Sultan.
He who thinks pearls are riches
does not know true riches.
Since I was a little boy
I had one precious thing.
My father's rosary beads.
With my father’s passing,
all his wealth was plundered.
Even this trifle thing.
You can't hide from us.
Look at you!
You found his father's rosary.
- Vasili always had it with him.
- Give me ... that.
Give it back!
Get out of here.
People shouted at me,
now they whisper behind my back.
You can't hear it.
But you can feel it.
His grandfather rose to power
thanks to brewery money.
After he had put royal pubs
along the Moscow River.
This one's not even smart enough
to run a pub.
Dear guests, are you happy at my feast?
Or maybe you wanted something else?
Prince Repnin?
Are you enjoying my wedding?
Why not?
I am, Sire. I am.
Well, if you do then get up and dance.
Entertain your Tsar.
If you refuse to dance at the wedding,
you’ll dance in the dungeon.
Ivan Vasilyevich, what made you angry?
Every heart here is filled with
great joy for you and your spouse.
That's right.
Is it becoming of a Prince
to dance with jesters?
If want to, it’s in your power
to punish him, Majesty.
As you wish. But tell us
what caused your wrath?
How is it possible without a trial?
Why are you silent?
Help yourselves, dear guests.
I could send for them this moment.
Why have I kept quiet?
I beg your Majesty, calm down.
Calm down?
Don't you know that
they all are like vipers?
I don't understand.
Can you explain?
How can I explain it to you.
I am your wife.
You are.
The poet Homer taught:
Don't be too trusting with your wife.
He didn’t love her at all.
Or maybe she wasn’t smart.
You don’t know anything.
The boyars,
both the Shuiskys and the Repnins.
They're of the same breed.
They've hated me since I was a kid.
And they poisoned my mother.
I know that.
I wanted to stay close to my mother.
But my nannies led me away.
You should not be seeing this.
I went to the refectory and
the Shuiskys were sitting there
gorging on meat.
I remember one of them said,
'Has the Tsarina died yet?'
And the other answered,
'When she does, we'll know.'
Her pup will howl and wail.
They poisoned her.
He wanted me to dance, fancy that!
I should've cut him with my saber.
- And who would've judged me?
- Nobody.
He wanted to humiliate me.
He humiliated us earlier
when he chose a lowborn girl
instead of a boyar's daughter.
- If he didn't like my daughter...
- Right.
It would've been better
if he chose a foreigner.
Like his grandfather did.
Would‘ve cause less shame.
They say that the daughter-in-law
got chummy with the Tsar's granny.
We used to bow to the Glinskiys,
and now we’ll kneel before the Zakharyinys.
This will never be!
'This will never be!'
How much longer will you put up with it?
Until you all dance to the Tsar's tune.
Or until your beards burn?
Well, what can we do?
What do we do? Speak!
What can we do?
Turn everyone against the Tsar's family.
They don't like Grandma Glinskaya
anyway. Be done with her.
And then with the grandson.
Teach people how to hate.
They'll learn the rest themselves.
We just need the right opportunity.
Then we'll strike.
But shhh.
We need to do this so that no one knows
where the blow came from.
Where were your eyes?
How did you let them go?
They jumped off the cart and ran away.
We were afraid to interfere.
Go find them!
They should not be left unsupervised.
Go find them! Giddy-up!
Well, that's enough.
We've had some fun;
we should get back.
Why are you whispering then? Huh?
You act childish.
Is it childish?
Did we run away to play games?
What else for?
I can't take it. We're never alone.
I can’t even kiss you. I can't wait.
Majesty!
They're coming! Hide.
Lay down.
And there was peace in the Tsar's family
for his wife turned out
to be good and virtuous in all things.
June 21, Tuesday, the 3rd week
of the Apostles Fast.
The Church of the Exaltation
of the Holy Cross caught fire.
A great storm rose up,
and the fire flashed
like lightning all over Moscow.
It left people with nothing
but tears and grief.
But what's trouble for ones
is an opportunity for others.
Just point out the culprit,
and the anger in people's minds
will light up faster than fire.
It is a curse!
The tsar's family is to blame!
This is grandma Glinskaya's witchcraft!
Grandma Glinskaya is a sorceress!
The fire started because of Glinskaya!
She's a witch!
It's the Glinskiyes' fault!
It was a curse of the tsar's grandma!
Everybody knows that!
Everybody! Everybody!
Give us Glisnkaya! Give her up!
She's a witch! A witch!
We can't hold them back, brothers!
They'll crush us! Shoot them!
Shoot!
Put the witch on a spike!
Execute the witch!
The Metropolitan barely escaped.
TITLE: VOROBIOVO
They rushed in like beasts.
They tore it all down.
They were looking
for Anna Stephanovna Glinskaya.
Now they're coming here.
We need to get the Tsarina out of here.
Take her to Rostov.
Ivan Vasilyevich,
I don't want to leave you, please.
Don't even think about it.
Sire, we won't be able
to get the Tsarina out in time.
The rioters are close,
they're coming here.
How many armed men do we have?
Up to thirty harquebus.
The mob is big but unarmed.
We can beat them.
Order to wake the men.
Vanya. But that's a terrible sin!
We can't do it.
Can't we talk to them, to explain?
Are you out of your mind?
Go. Explain.
Sire, please, give the order.
They're close.
I'll go outside and meet the people.
I'll speak to them.
Sire...
Did you hear me?
God-loving people, where is your reason?
Who are you rioting against?
Against your Tsar?
Give us the witch.
- Grandma Glinskaya.
- She started the fire.
Quiet!
The fire is a terrible misfortune,
but is it anyone's fault?
It's the Glinskys' fault.
She's not here.
Stop this madness.
Have you no fear of God?
Truly, I say to you that whosoever
lays a hand on the Tsar
will burn in hell forever.
It will be torment
that you can't even imagine.
You all will be consumed
by the fires of Hell. Each one of you.
There will be darkness, and howling,
and gnashing of teeth.
You didn't come here by yourselves.
You were led by demons. Demons.
He who has given himself up
to demons has no salvation.
You will destroy your soul.
Is that what you want?
Immediately disperse to your homes.
The culprits will be found.
They will be revealed.
God will point them out!
Find this priest and bring him to me. Tomorrow.
Yes, Sire.
What do you think of doing?
How will you respond?
The riot.
How will you respond to the riot?
There's nothing that needs to be done.
People dispersed and calmed down.
Calmed down?
You really believe that?
Did you not hear what they were shouting?
That I flew over Moscow on a broomstick.
And sprinkled houses with blood.
They... they'll bring you
that broomstick tomorrow.
That's idiocy.
That’s foolishness
Foolishness.
And foolishness usually leads
to the greatest grief, Vanya.
Sit down, you.
I’ll have to join the convent after this.
I'll take my vows.
And with me gone
they'll find a new witch.
Think about her.
If they rise again, how will you save her?
I'll find the way.
Let's go.
Be respectful and choose
your words, Father Sylvester.
One wrong word, and you know
what will happen to you.
Why are you comforting her?
Leave her be. Go.
Get down to business.
I said that God would point out
the one who's responsible for the fire.
So I came to tell you
why the fire broke out in Moscow.
In order to reveal your sins
and bring them into light.
What?
I know everything. Everything.
The anger in you is rising.
Do you know the reason?
The Holy Book says,
"Everyone who does evil hates the Light,
and does not come
into the Light for fear -
that his deeds will be exposed.
Because they're evil.'
What are you trying
to scare me with, Priest?
I know the Scripture as well as you do.
I'm sure you do.
Then why don't you live according to it?
Remember the Apostle Paul.
There is no authority
except that which God grants.
God has given you a great power.
What did you do with it?
You waste your time on feasts,
hunting and buffoonery.
Who reigns instead of you?
The throne stands empty.
Why then do you call yourself a Tsar?
Aren't you afraid? Priest.
What should I be afraid of?
I came with God.
And I'm not telling you my own words.
I heard a voice. Loud and clear.
And he said that he would
cast the Tsar Ivan Vasilyevich
into the fiery abyss until he repents
his sins and subdues his pride.
God must be angry with me.
What does he want of me?
What shall I do, Father?
Do what has to be done.
Reign.
Since that summer, Sylvester
and Adashev have become close to the Tsar.
He always listened to their advice.
They became his eyes and ears.
And his conscience.
I let them come as close
as I let no other.
And it turned out to be a mistake.
I learned to reign
without them a long time ago.
Hey!
The year of 1543.
Hey!
Hey, Sire! Aaah!
Don't touch him!
Where is my guardian Shuysky now?
He's silent.
Gone silent
It was comforting for me to see
that blood and to hear his screams.
And most importantly,
how everyone looked at me then.
They looked at me with fear.
With fear and reverence.
So, describe everything like I told you.
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MOSKINO
production company
MOSKINO PRODUCTION COMPANY
MINISTRY OF CULTURE
OF THE RUSSIAN FEDERATION
VTB Bank
Show Sponsor
CREATED BY
EKATERINA ZHUKOVA
IVAN IV - SERGEY MAKOVETSKY
ALEXANDER YATSENKO
ANASTASIA ROMANOVA ZAKHARYINA-YURIEVA
TATIANA LYALINA
MALUTA SKURATOV
VIKTOR SUKHORUKOV
VLADIMIR STARITSKY
ARTEM TKACHENKO
YEFROSINYA STARITSKAYA
LYUDMILA CHIRKOVA
YEVDOKIA STARITSKAYA
MARIA PALEI
MACARIUS
LEONID KULAGIN
SYLVESTER
VLADIMIR SIMONOV
KURBSKY
KONSTANTIN KRYUKOV
ADASHEV
ANTON FEOKTISOV
CHELYADIN
NIKITA PANFILOV
FYODOR BASMANOV
VICTOR DOBRONRAVOV
ALEXEY BASMANOV
VITALY KHAEV
VYAZEMSKY
IGOR MIRKURBANOV
LUKA
ARTUR IVANOV
DARIA
MARIA SHUMAKOVA
SHCHELKALOV
VLADIMIR STEKLOV
WRITTEN BY
TIMUR EZUGBAYA
DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY
DENIS ALARKON RAMIREZ RGC
PRODUCTION DESIGNER
YEVGENY KACHANOV
COSTUME DESIGNER
NATALIA SALTYKOVA
MAKEUP ARTIST
ANASTASIA ESADZE
EDITOR
IGOR LITONINSKY
COMPOSERS - EDUARD ARTEMIEV,
ARTEM VASILIEV, DMITRY YEMELYANOV
POSTPRODUCTION PRODUCER
ANNA ASRIYANTS
SOUND DESIGNER
PAVEL DOREULI
COMPUTER GRAPHICS PRODUCER
EUGENE GITTSIGRAT.
PRODUCERS - YEKATERINA ZHUKOVA,
MARIA USHAKOVA, ANTON ZLATOPOLSKY
DIRECTED BY
ALEXEY ANDRIANOV
THE TERRIBLE.
Episode One
The year of 1571.
In the year of Our Lord 1571,
the Crimean Khan Devlet Giray
raided Moscow.
The city was burned,
thousands of people were taken captive.
Tsar Ivan IV decided not to fight back
for fear of losing his troops.
That's what the Crimean
Khan has driven me to.
I stand before you
dressed not in tsar’s attire
but in poor man’s robes.
Convey to the Khan, I seek peace with him ...
To stop his raids.
I'm ready to cede Astrakhan back to him.
Khan has no need of it.
What does he want then?
The Khan wants everything.
The Khan will return.
Not to burn and or enslave but to reign.
You should know that your land is already
divided among the Khan’s murzas.
Everything?
The Khan sends you a gift.
He said, he wants to help you
wash your shame off with blood
instead of waiting for him to come.
Stop!
Stop it.
Sire.
You've sent for me, Sire.
Sit down.
Do you know what these books are?
My grandmother brought them
from Rome. Sophia Palaiologos.
Chronicles. Stories of great kings.
Justinian the Great. Charlemagne.
My grandfather Ivan was 'the Great' too.
How will I be remembered?
Ivan the Insignificant.
Ivan the Cursed.
Ivan the Wretched. Ivan...
In the summer of 7055,
the Faithful Saint Tsar
and Grand Prince of All Russia
Ivan Vasilyevich purposed to marry.
I don't understand, Sire.
Should I write it down?
The summer of 7055...
Don't you see?
Don't you see that everything is over?
The Khan will come
and defeat us in less than a month.
He'll turn my entire kingdom
to ashes and dust.
I have to explain why.
For posterity.
God willing, they'll understand.
God willing.
Have you heard me?
In the summer of 7055 ...
The Faithful Saint Tsar
and Grand Prince of All Russia
Ivan Vasilyevich purposed to marry.
So, he's chosen a bride.
A bride is coming.
A bride is coming.
A bride is coming!
A bride is coming!
The Obolenskys!
Let them in.
The Zakharyinys.
The Zakharievys.
The Zakharyinys! Let them in.
Fyodor. Come on in.
Sir Obolensky's daughter.
She's beautiful.
Look at her dress!
Here it is.
Luka.
Who is that?
Romanova.
Who?
They are related to the Zakharyinys.
Oh! I haven’t heard of them
for quite some time.
If they ask why mother hasn't come,
don’t tell them she is ill.
They might think you are as sickly as her.
Danila, it’s all in vain.
Not at all. You have what it takes.
What a pretty girl.
Give your father my regards.
When we got the letter,
we did not hide the maiden.
As ordered, brought her
straight away to Kremlin.
Stop blubbering.
Tell us the maiden’s name.
Her name is Anastasiya.
Anastasiya Zakharyina-Yurieva.
Is this the daughter
of the late voivode Zakharyin?
I remember him.
I remember your father.
May his soul rest in peace.
He was low-born.
We must examine the girl.
Leave.
Disrobe her.
What?
What are you frightened off?
If you don't like it, leave.
Undress her. Undress her.
Yefrosinya Andrevna.
You're the most competent in these matters.
She has a birthmark on the left thigh.
What does it mean?
That she'll procreate.
I heard otherwise.
They lied to you, Mother.
They lied.
How are things
with childbearing in your family?
Do your brothers and sisters
have many children?
Three or four in a family. Rarely less.
So there are fewer sometimes.
Who is born more often?
Boys or girls?
Almost equally.
I think I have one niece more.
So there are more girls after all.
And you're going
to give birth to girls only?
Turn around.
Turn around, turn around.
Well.
The girl is healthy and beautiful.
But her family is low-born.
The Tsar told me to show her to him.
Well, show her to the Tsar then.
Let him personally turn her down.
Lyudamila of the Baryatinskys.
Marfa of the Trubetskiyes.
Voivode Vorotynsky's Elena.
Anna Koshky of the Big Sheremetyevys.
Svyatoslava of the Mstislavsky Princes.
Mariya of the Kurakins.
Anastasiya of the Zakharyinys.
You low-born wretch.
Elena of the Rostovsky Princes.
He's handed each a handkerchief,
but I didn't get one.
I am so ashamed.
You were left
without a handkerchief, you said?
Then there will be many more of them.
Many more.
Many more.
He's chosen you.
Mother Tsarina.
We should have bride shows more often.
It wasn't invented by me
nor for entertainment.
These are the customs
from the Greek Kingdom.
Tsarina from the Zacharyinys, it's ludicrous.
She is not worthy of me,
much less of the Tsar.
Her place is in the haystack
with the raised skirt.
Why marry her?
Your Majesty, I ... I didn't mean that.
Cut out his tongue.
You do it!
Now!
Aaah!
Come in.
Bless me, Your Grace.
You must have heard
of my betrothed by now.
Many are displeased.
There always will be discontent.
Why worry about it?
The purpose of holding royal title
lies not in words but in deeds.
If you prove your merit by your deeds,
no one will dare doubt your decisions.
Good words.
Wise.
I appreciate your calling them wise.
I heard of your new book.
Why haven’t you told me?
You of my passion.
It will be a gift for your wedding.
Oh, I guess the gift is here. Come in.
Father, the scribe
made a mistake there.
He writes that there were
six Roman kings for some reason.
How did you know it was a mistake?
Titus Livius wrote
that there were seven kings.
And each one of them
was described in detail.
There can’t be six of them.
Have you read Titus Livius too?
Aleksey Adashev.
I know his family from Novgorod.
They are worthy people.
Are you versed in Greek?
Mlada!
Take it out of the house, let it breathe.
How many mushrooms should go there?
Don't overcook the meat!
Mlada!
Get the chickens off the road!
They'll get trampled.
I'll trade you the bread for your fish.
My God. So you have arrived.
Why did they assign you to the Tsarina?
It was only yesterday.
I was afraid to talk.
Your fear is misplaced, Mlada.
You should be more afraid of the Duchess.
Remember what will happen
if you disobey her?
I do.
I will not disobey her.
I’ll convey everything I hear.
Ulyana.
Where were you?
Look after our things.
Get a barrel of apples from the ice cellar.
Stop tossing them around.
Be careful. Or you’ll get whipped.
Mother, how shiny your hair is. Pure silk.
Why so scared?
You think I came to you with malice.
Do you even know who I am?
No.
Glinskaya.
Our Tsar's Grandmother.
You were scared of me then, right?
No.
Stop lying. You were scared.
But I'm only hard on strangers.
You're not a stranger to us now.
Thank you, Mother.
Have you heard anything about your betrothed?
I have.
Rumors.
Rumors are weeds.
It’s true that the young Tsar
has a hot temper.
It's also true that he can be
too cruel sometimes.
But everything he does is fair.
My God. Why are you so jumpy?
You'll hear worse things around here.
A child.
You're just a child.
You must've been told
what spouses do on their wedding night.
Looks like I'll have to tell you.
- I'm ashamed, Mother.
- Don't be, dear.
When a young wife removes her clothes
she must also remove her shame.
All hail the Tsar and Tsarina!
All hail!
At the wedding feast,
angels stand unseen blessing the couple
for a happy life
full of love and children.
Long live the Tsar and Tsarina!
Long may they live!
Long may they live!
Long may they live!
All hail the Tsar! All hail the Tsar!
It’s a wonder Ivan Petrovich,
your tongue didn’t dry out when
you called this wolf pup the Tsar.
It has, Prince, it has.
Yeah, right. The Tsar. Such a mockery.
The Prince of Moscow. Nothing more.
And even that.
It’s all Metropolitan’s doing.
He wants Moscow to stand
above the rest of Russia.
The Tsar?
As if Moscow is somehow better
than Chernihov or something.
I just remembered his childhood
under the the Shuisky brothers
that's when we had to tame him.
Quiet!
The Staritskys.
Fair day, my brother.
I wish you long life and happiness.
All hail the Tsar!
All hail the Tsar! All hail the Tsar!
All hail the Tsar! Long may he live!
A gift to the great Tsar from the Sultan.
He who thinks pearls are riches
does not know true riches.
Since I was a little boy
I had one precious thing.
My father's rosary beads.
With my father’s passing,
all his wealth was plundered.
Even this trifle thing.
You can't hide from us.
Look at you!
You found his father's rosary.
- Vasili always had it with him.
- Give me ... that.
Give it back!
Get out of here.
People shouted at me,
now they whisper behind my back.
You can't hear it.
But you can feel it.
His grandfather rose to power
thanks to brewery money.
After he had put royal pubs
along the Moscow River.
This one's not even smart enough
to run a pub.
Dear guests, are you happy at my feast?
Or maybe you wanted something else?
Prince Repnin?
Are you enjoying my wedding?
Why not?
I am, Sire. I am.
Well, if you do then get up and dance.
Entertain your Tsar.
If you refuse to dance at the wedding,
you’ll dance in the dungeon.
Ivan Vasilyevich, what made you angry?
Every heart here is filled with
great joy for you and your spouse.
That's right.
Is it becoming of a Prince
to dance with jesters?
If want to, it’s in your power
to punish him, Majesty.
As you wish. But tell us
what caused your wrath?
How is it possible without a trial?
Why are you silent?
Help yourselves, dear guests.
I could send for them this moment.
Why have I kept quiet?
I beg your Majesty, calm down.
Calm down?
Don't you know that
they all are like vipers?
I don't understand.
Can you explain?
How can I explain it to you.
I am your wife.
You are.
The poet Homer taught:
Don't be too trusting with your wife.
He didn’t love her at all.
Or maybe she wasn’t smart.
You don’t know anything.
The boyars,
both the Shuiskys and the Repnins.
They're of the same breed.
They've hated me since I was a kid.
And they poisoned my mother.
I know that.
I wanted to stay close to my mother.
But my nannies led me away.
You should not be seeing this.
I went to the refectory and
the Shuiskys were sitting there
gorging on meat.
I remember one of them said,
'Has the Tsarina died yet?'
And the other answered,
'When she does, we'll know.'
Her pup will howl and wail.
They poisoned her.
He wanted me to dance, fancy that!
I should've cut him with my saber.
- And who would've judged me?
- Nobody.
He wanted to humiliate me.
He humiliated us earlier
when he chose a lowborn girl
instead of a boyar's daughter.
- If he didn't like my daughter...
- Right.
It would've been better
if he chose a foreigner.
Like his grandfather did.
Would‘ve cause less shame.
They say that the daughter-in-law
got chummy with the Tsar's granny.
We used to bow to the Glinskiys,
and now we’ll kneel before the Zakharyinys.
This will never be!
'This will never be!'
How much longer will you put up with it?
Until you all dance to the Tsar's tune.
Or until your beards burn?
Well, what can we do?
What do we do? Speak!
What can we do?
Turn everyone against the Tsar's family.
They don't like Grandma Glinskaya
anyway. Be done with her.
And then with the grandson.
Teach people how to hate.
They'll learn the rest themselves.
We just need the right opportunity.
Then we'll strike.
But shhh.
We need to do this so that no one knows
where the blow came from.
Where were your eyes?
How did you let them go?
They jumped off the cart and ran away.
We were afraid to interfere.
Go find them!
They should not be left unsupervised.
Go find them! Giddy-up!
Well, that's enough.
We've had some fun;
we should get back.
Why are you whispering then? Huh?
You act childish.
Is it childish?
Did we run away to play games?
What else for?
I can't take it. We're never alone.
I can’t even kiss you. I can't wait.
Majesty!
They're coming! Hide.
Lay down.
And there was peace in the Tsar's family
for his wife turned out
to be good and virtuous in all things.
June 21, Tuesday, the 3rd week
of the Apostles Fast.
The Church of the Exaltation
of the Holy Cross caught fire.
A great storm rose up,
and the fire flashed
like lightning all over Moscow.
It left people with nothing
but tears and grief.
But what's trouble for ones
is an opportunity for others.
Just point out the culprit,
and the anger in people's minds
will light up faster than fire.
It is a curse!
The tsar's family is to blame!
This is grandma Glinskaya's witchcraft!
Grandma Glinskaya is a sorceress!
The fire started because of Glinskaya!
She's a witch!
It's the Glinskiyes' fault!
It was a curse of the tsar's grandma!
Everybody knows that!
Everybody! Everybody!
Give us Glisnkaya! Give her up!
She's a witch! A witch!
We can't hold them back, brothers!
They'll crush us! Shoot them!
Shoot!
Put the witch on a spike!
Execute the witch!
The Metropolitan barely escaped.
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They rushed in like beasts.
They tore it all down.
They were looking
for Anna Stephanovna Glinskaya.
Now they're coming here.
We need to get the Tsarina out of here.
Take her to Rostov.
Ivan Vasilyevich,
I don't want to leave you, please.
Don't even think about it.
Sire, we won't be able
to get the Tsarina out in time.
The rioters are close,
they're coming here.
How many armed men do we have?
Up to thirty harquebus.
The mob is big but unarmed.
We can beat them.
Order to wake the men.
Vanya. But that's a terrible sin!
We can't do it.
Can't we talk to them, to explain?
Are you out of your mind?
Go. Explain.
Sire, please, give the order.
They're close.
I'll go outside and meet the people.
I'll speak to them.
Sire...
Did you hear me?
God-loving people, where is your reason?
Who are you rioting against?
Against your Tsar?
Give us the witch.
- Grandma Glinskaya.
- She started the fire.
Quiet!
The fire is a terrible misfortune,
but is it anyone's fault?
It's the Glinskys' fault.
She's not here.
Stop this madness.
Have you no fear of God?
Truly, I say to you that whosoever
lays a hand on the Tsar
will burn in hell forever.
It will be torment
that you can't even imagine.
You all will be consumed
by the fires of Hell. Each one of you.
There will be darkness, and howling,
and gnashing of teeth.
You didn't come here by yourselves.
You were led by demons. Demons.
He who has given himself up
to demons has no salvation.
You will destroy your soul.
Is that what you want?
Immediately disperse to your homes.
The culprits will be found.
They will be revealed.
God will point them out!
Find this priest and bring him to me. Tomorrow.
Yes, Sire.
What do you think of doing?
How will you respond?
The riot.
How will you respond to the riot?
There's nothing that needs to be done.
People dispersed and calmed down.
Calmed down?
You really believe that?
Did you not hear what they were shouting?
That I flew over Moscow on a broomstick.
And sprinkled houses with blood.
They... they'll bring you
that broomstick tomorrow.
That's idiocy.
That’s foolishness
Foolishness.
And foolishness usually leads
to the greatest grief, Vanya.
Sit down, you.
I’ll have to join the convent after this.
I'll take my vows.
And with me gone
they'll find a new witch.
Think about her.
If they rise again, how will you save her?
I'll find the way.
Let's go.
Be respectful and choose
your words, Father Sylvester.
One wrong word, and you know
what will happen to you.
Why are you comforting her?
Leave her be. Go.
Get down to business.
I said that God would point out
the one who's responsible for the fire.
So I came to tell you
why the fire broke out in Moscow.
In order to reveal your sins
and bring them into light.
What?
I know everything. Everything.
The anger in you is rising.
Do you know the reason?
The Holy Book says,
"Everyone who does evil hates the Light,
and does not come
into the Light for fear -
that his deeds will be exposed.
Because they're evil.'
What are you trying
to scare me with, Priest?
I know the Scripture as well as you do.
I'm sure you do.
Then why don't you live according to it?
Remember the Apostle Paul.
There is no authority
except that which God grants.
God has given you a great power.
What did you do with it?
You waste your time on feasts,
hunting and buffoonery.
Who reigns instead of you?
The throne stands empty.
Why then do you call yourself a Tsar?
Aren't you afraid? Priest.
What should I be afraid of?
I came with God.
And I'm not telling you my own words.
I heard a voice. Loud and clear.
And he said that he would
cast the Tsar Ivan Vasilyevich
into the fiery abyss until he repents
his sins and subdues his pride.
God must be angry with me.
What does he want of me?
What shall I do, Father?
Do what has to be done.
Reign.
Since that summer, Sylvester
and Adashev have become close to the Tsar.
He always listened to their advice.
They became his eyes and ears.
And his conscience.
I let them come as close
as I let no other.
And it turned out to be a mistake.
I learned to reign
without them a long time ago.
Hey!
The year of 1543.
Hey!
Hey, Sire! Aaah!
Don't touch him!
Where is my guardian Shuysky now?
He's silent.
Gone silent
It was comforting for me to see
that blood and to hear his screams.
And most importantly,
how everyone looked at me then.
They looked at me with fear.
With fear and reverence.
So, describe everything like I told you.
Subtitling by Sergey Smirnov