CHANNEL ONE
FILMS DIRECTORATE
DAGO FILM STUDIO
PRESENT
SEBASTOPOL 1917
I believe in one God, the Father Almighty,
Maker of Heaven and Earth and of all things visible and invisible.
And in one Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of God, the only-begotten,
begotten of the Father before all ages.
Gentlemen¡­
Gentlemen!
The Petrograd Council of the sailors¡¯ and soldiers¡¯ deputies has issued an order.
All officers must surrender their arms.
- I hope you¡¯ll¡­ - Unbare your heads!
Get out!
All go to the deck!
We¡¯ll talk there.
Don¡¯t move!
Unbare your head.
Listen, you¡­
There is no more tsar.
And your golden epaulettes are like a red cloth for a bull!
Stop it! Get out of the temple.
Gentlemen, for Godsake¡­ What¡¯s going on?
This is blasphemy!
- Midshipman, don¡¯t. - Yes, sir. It¡¯s God¡¯s temple.
Kindly get out of here! Did you hear my order?
Cut it out!
I¡¯ll kill ye now.
- You talking to me, bastard? - Yes.
How dare you!
Back off!
Easy, easy. Midshipman, take it easy.
Surrender your weapon. Or you gonna shoot yourself?
Give it to me. Or we¡¯ll feed you to fish.
Midshipman.
Please.
Go and take a look.
Come on.
Tut-tut, gentlemen. In God¡¯s temple¡­
ADMIRAL
WRITTEN BY ZOYA KUDRYA CO-WRITTEN BY VLADIMIR VALUTSKY
DIRECTED BY ANDREI KRAVCHUK
PHOTOGRAPHY BY IGOR GRINYAKIN ALEXEI RODIONOV
ART DIRECTOR MARIA TURSKAYA ALEXANDER ZAGOSKIN
MUSIC BY RUSLAN MURATOV AND GLEB MATVEICHUK
COSTUMES BY MARIA MORDKOVICH EKATERINA GMYRYA
SOUND BY VLADIMIR LITROVNIK KIRILL BODROV
VISUAL EFFECTS BY SERGEI SAVENKOV MAXIM AKSYONOV, ARMAN YAKHIN
ADMIRAL KOLCHAK KONSTANTIN KHABENSKY
ANNA TIMIRYOVA ELIZAVETA BOYARSKAYA
SOFYA KOLCHAK ANNA KOVALCHUK
SERGEY TIMIRYOV VLADISLAV VETROV
MIKHAIL SMIRNOV EGOR BEROEV
GENERAL KAPPEL SERGEI BEZRUKOV
SENATOR ROOT ROBERT DAWSON
ADMIRAL GLENNON BRUCE GRANT
KONTOROVICH, THE AGITATOR ALEXANDER BARGMAN
ROZA KARLOVNA BARBARA BRYLSKA
GENERAL KORNILOV YURY ITSKOV
ALEXANDER KERENSKY VICTOR VERZHBITSKY
ROSTISLAV OGNIVTSEV ANATOLY PASHININ
VLADIMIR RYBALTOVSKY DMITRY SCHERBINA
MARIA BOCHKARYOVA NATALYA PARASHKINA
LEADING PRODUCERS DMITRY YURKOV, NIKOLAI POPOV
PRODUCERS ANATOLY MAKSIMOV, DJANIK FAIZIEV
EPISODE FOUR DARKNESS
SEVASTOPOL 1917
A self-taught boy¡­
His parents can¡¯t pay for his education.
- As Chair of the charity board, you¡­ - I¡¯ll raise this question tomorrow.
Very well.
As also the question about a free music school.
Let them.
They¡¯re from the charity home of veteran sailors.
And we couldn¡¯t open it for 7 years. What would we have done without you.
We don¡¯t know our own people.
Just simple sailors, but look at them¡­ how they listen to music.
We¡¯ll support with fire the approach of the landing troops here and here.
With God¡¯s help, we¡¯ll begin the Bosphorus operation in a week.
- I hope so. - Come in.
- May I? - Yes.
Sir¡­
Another regiment in the Western front refused to advance.
Everything goes downhill¡­ - What else?
I don¡¯t know how to give another message.
Just give it and leave.
- Permission to leave? Dismissed.
Yes, sir.
What?
A revolt on ¡®Zharky¡¯. The officers were disarmed.
Midshipman Frolov shot himself. Rear Admiral Pogulyaev arrested.
¡®A pretty beginning¡¯, said an Indian fakir when they began to skin him.
Command we¡¯re going back home.
Yes, sir.
SEVASTOPOL
- You can¡¯t come in. - Off the way!
It¡¯s the Commander¡¯s cabin. Get out!
What¡¯s the matter?
The Petrograd Council demands the troops
and the Fleets surrender to the soldiers¡¯ committee.
To us, that is.
All officers must to surrender arms
in order to prevent the counter-revolutionary conspiracy.
Surrender your weapon, Admiral.
Get out.
- Sir, submit to the order. - Get out.
Okay, guys, we¡¯ll sort it out on the deck.
- Let everyone line up on the deck. - Yes, sir.
- File in! - Stop it!
- Arrange the crew. - Crew, file in!
Don¡¯t listen to him! Or have you pissed into your pants?
There was a command to file in!
Attention!
Officers¡­
Pick up your weapon.
Admiral, sir.
The crew arranged at your command.
At ease.
To prevent bloodshed,
I order the officers to surrender arms.
Admiral, sir, now your weapon¡­
Sir¡­
You weren¡¯t the one who gave it to me, you won¡¯t be the one to take it away.
Hey, fellas!
PETROGRAD 1917
This is ridiculous!
His Honor was humiliated and took offence!
It¡¯s no reason to run away.
Serezha, please, I have a terrible headache.
- Sorry. - What happened?
You didn¡¯t know?
¡®Admiral Kolchak dropped the colors of the Fleet Commander and fled.¡±
- Where to? - To Petrograd, of course.
To Kerensky. Have some tea.
It¡¯s cold already.
Well?
Excuse me. I¡¯ll lie down.
Of course.
- Have you seen the doctor? - Yes.
I turned into a nobody in that queue.
A usual thing nowadays.
I am not pregnant.
Well...
Not to worry.
Everything will be all right.
We¡¯ll have two lovely daughters.
- No. - What?
I don¡¯t want more children.
You don¡¯t love me at all?
Serezha, I want to sleep terribly.
I see.
Anya, I asked you to be more careful with the books.
IRKUTSK, JANUARY 1920
- May I? - Come in.
Good afternoon.
Is it true that your sailors picked up that sword from the seabed?
It¡¯s just a legend.
10 days thereafter the Union of Officers presented me with another sword of honor.
Did you see your family again after you left to Petrograd?
No. Never again.
That was our last time.
I¡¯ve ironed the shirts.
Where is the cigarette case?
- Pack it separately. - Very well.
Roza Karlovna, calm him down.
Everything¡¯s ready.
- Will you have dinner? - Yes, please.
I¡¯ll heat it up.
Lie down.
Every person sheds a bucketful of tears throughout his life.
Cry, my child.
- But my Dad never cries. - Dad cries too.
Only he sheds invisible tears.
Everyone has his own bucketful of tears.
God made it so, and we can¡¯t change it.
- That¡¯s all. - The car is ready.
Take it all downstairs.
You nearly left without it. Thank you, Roza Karlovna.
- Thank you. - Good night.
Have a nice trip.
Thank you.
Here.
When will you be back?
I don¡¯t know.
Kerensky wants to discuss something with me.
Khasan will stay here.
It¡¯s not safe in Petersburg.
Sailor and soldiers rebellious.
They killed Admiral Nepenin with bayonets.
- I¡¯ll see you to the station. - Sonya¡­
Why are you so tragic about my trip to Petrograd?
I¡¯m going there not alone but with Smirnov.
I¡¯ll stay at home if you wish. Just don¡¯t be angry.
Rostislav is waiting for you.
He is asleep.
No he isn¡¯t.
- Why did you cry? - I feel pity.
- I see. Pity for whom? - For everyone.
Come here.
Will you come back?
Of course. Don¡¯t be so silly.
PETROGRAD
Atten-tion!
Button up.
What does General Kornilov want?
I¡¯ll know when I see him in an hour.
¡®Kerensky ¨C the savior of Russia¡¯
The worldly fame.
When will he receive you?
Only on Friday. He is busy.
Indeed¡­
The troops swear allegiance to the Provisional Government.
The funeral of the revolutionary heroes.
And this is the wonderful finale of our film.
Such is the new repertoire of our revolutionary Fatherland.
Lavr Georgievich,
I don¡¯t regret I swore commitment to the Provisional Government.
Yes,
you were the first one who did it.
Newspapers extolled you.
Then the whole army followed suit.
Your word means a lot for Russia. That¡¯s why Kerensky is afraid of you.
I honestly believed they will lead Russia to victory over Germany.
It was and it is my main ambition.
Only victory will save Russia from chaos.
Yes, of course.
Do you want some tea?
A good English tea with real sugar.
My cook is a clever woman ¨C she swaps my old underpants for food.
I¡¯ve never thought my underpants will provide for me.
Enough.
I¡¯m not a politician. I detest politics.
Your reputation is so high in Russia that your every step is politics.
You suggest I lock myself on the ship?
It will be politics as well.
Soon the Provisional Government will prove its essence of being temporary.
And today¡¯s events will be looked at as a mild vaudeville.
Russia will choke on its own blood and will die.
And there will be no miracle of resurrection.
I am not so far-sighted to predict such an outcome.
I have enough forces to prevent the civil war.
Violence, only violence.
Russia doesn¡¯t need freedom. It¡¯s not for us.
- You mean tyranny? - Military tyranny.
Tyranny makes sense,
but it will inevitably lead to civil war.
My plans are to war with Germany and not with my people.
Your tea was wonderful indeed. Sir¡­
Do me a favor.
Take my letter to Anna. You know the address.
As you wish.
¡°My dear Anna,
Uninterrupted peace is about dreams sometimes not so beautiful.
But during war one can see dreams filling you with pity they won¡¯t go on anymore.
I¡¯m in Petrograd now
and hope to see you near Mikhailovsky palace at three in the afternoon.¡±
I won¡¯t suffer any abuse, swearing or drinking in the women¡¯s battalion!
You are to embody the beauty of the revolution!
Sir, it¡¯s a military battalion and not the institute for noble maidens.
Get up! I¡¯ll send you to the front.
- I would be only glad to. - Dismissed, Bochkaryova.
Vice Admiral¡­
Salute, Your Honor!
Permission to leave?
Leave.
How do you do, Alexander.
- Glad to see you in Petrograd. - Sir¡­
- Take a seat. - Thank you.
The Black Sea Fleet committed itself to our government.
I appreciate your contribution into the revolution.
I¡¯m offering you to work in the government.
Thank you for confidence,
but I will have to announce my conditions.
I¡¯m all ears.
We¡¯ll lose this war if we don¡¯t restore discipline without delay.
For this we firstly need to abolish the power of the Soviets,
and, secondly, to return to the unity of ¡­
My dear sir¡­
I¡¯m so tired to repeat the obvious to people
unable to look at the epoch without old prejudices.
Russia lives through an enthusiasm which only happens once in 100 years!
Mr. Kerensky,
let us stick to the point.
Very well. Take a seat.
Thank you.
The old army discipline is history.
A new discipline emerges, the discipline of revolutionary consciousness.
The old army would have crushed the revolution.
We have different opinions about the army.
You¡¯ve destroyed it by anarchy. You¡¯ve destroyed the Russian Fleet.
- Choose your words, Admiral. - There was enthusiasm.
And people believed you and me.
But today a bunch of agitators from the Baltic
means a lot more for my sailors than victory.
I won¡¯t accept your proposal without a license to install order.
We don¡¯t accept the old rules in the army.
I was the first to take an oath,
I¡¯ll be the first to leave the Fleet,
making it clear that the present situation is detrimental for Russia.
We choose war to the victorious end!
I accept your resignation.
Sir¡­
I could arrest you for counter-revolutionary sentiments,
but I suggest you leave to America.
Banishment?
Americans need an expert in the Bosphorus and Dardanelles.
I¡¯m giving you a chance to war against Germany.
My dear,
my adorable Anna.
You are my happiness.
How shall I live without you now?
What?
Come on, their times are over¡­
- I¡¯m leaving Russia. - But why? We just¡­
Tell me: do you want me to be with you?
- You know the answer. - No I don¡¯t. Tell me -
yes or no?
You look so tired. I¡­
I love you.
I will love you in eternity.
I¡¯m sorry.
Farewell,
Alexander.
I know that you exist.
May I offer you a brandy, or, perhaps, a cigar?
No, thank you.
May I know the subject of our meeting?
Absolutely.
But I would prefer until we have vice-admiral Glenin here
because I need him to help explain what we intend to¡­
Forgive my being late, gentlemen.
How do you do, Senator?
Admiral Kolchak, it¡¯s a pleasure to meet you, sir!
Nice to meet you.
Take a seat, please.
Sir, I will go strait to the point.
How would you look upon it
if we invite you to America for an extended period of time?
To begin with, I would like the goal of this trip.
The purpose of the trip, sir,
is the United State army¡¯s proposal to capture Constantinople.
Listen, Admiral.
Our intention is to fight Germany in this war to a victorious conclusion.
Surely, our aims go in sight.
First of all, my main condition
my family must be evacuated from Sevastopol.
Senator?
Your family can take a British steamer to Paris.
And they can join you later in America if you wish.
So? What do you say, Admiral?
I accept it.
We will write to inform your family.
Thank you, but I better write them myself.
Captain Rybaltovsky, one of my officers, is traveling to Sevastopol tomorrow.
SEVASTOPOL
Stop!
- An officer. - Bastard. He¡¯s dead.
Must be some depeche.
¡°Dear Sonya and Rosti¡­¡±
Nah, it¡¯s some love business.
Let¡¯s go.
Sofya Fyodorovna, maybe it¡¯s the last chance.
The British will evacuate us all. The ship departs tomorrow morning.
You will have a separate cabin for three persons.
- Sofya Fyodorovna¡­ - Roza Karlovna, you can leave.
- No, a thread goes after the needle. - Our friends have a house in Paris.
- They¡¯ll accept us all. - I can¡¯t leave.
Alexander will come back, and we¡¯ll be gone?
The British must be acting on his request.
No. He would have sent a letter.
Why all this panic?
You know something about my husband?
We only know that Kerensky accepted his resignation.
I¡¯m sorry.
The more so. He will return soon.
He has no reason to stay in Petrograd.
IRKUTSK. JANUARY 1920
The committee is interested in your real attitude
towards the Provisional Government.
I know that Kerensky and others were not following their personal interests.
May I have a cigarette?
They wanted to save the situation, but they relied on a shaky ground.
What do you mean?
Kerensky fanatically believed in the power of the word.
But I believe in discipline which comes from upbringing,
the sense of duty and obligation before my country.
And you certainly love your country?
Yes, as all decent people.
Which, in your opinion, we are not.
How did you take the Bolsheviks?
Indifferently. I was in America.
The interview is over.
- Today is January the 27th? - Yes.
Thank you.
Read it and put down your signature.
SEVASTOPOL. NOVEMBER 1917
- Go. - Don¡¯t you touch me.
- Will it hold? - Oh, yeah.
My legs are killing me.
Ready?
Give us some time to pray.
Pray.
Don¡¯t expect a miracle.
- Hey, bring the rope. - One mo.
PETROGRAD
- The Constituent Assembly? - Yeah.
All officers are scum¡­
- Anya! This way. - Coming.
Lady, produce your documents. Who are you?
Be quick.
You going home? Where exactly?
Who the hell are you?
Damn.
Show your documents. Be quick.
My mandate.
Anya¡­
He has a mandate.
- You got scared? - Yes. Let¡¯s go home.
Let's go.
The new regime¡­
My dear Anna.
Didn¡¯t I ask you not to leave the house?
They could kill you.
Thank God I was nearby.
And if not?
- What¡¯s that writ of protection? - I don¡¯t know how it¡¯s called.
A paper from their Navy.
You serve the Soviet power?
Why?
Well, I work there temporarily.
It doesn¡¯t mean anything.
I can¡¯t tell you everything,
but we have a chance to run away from this hell very soon.
I¡¯m not thinking about myself, but about my family, that is - you.
Very well,
I will agree with any decision of yours.
I¡¯m glad you took it correctly.
While you were away, I received the mail.
Three letters from America.
Thank you.
Don¡¯t be so glad. Your letters came back.
I¡¯m surprised there is mail circulation at all.
I¡¯m so tired today.
Anya, there is some bread on the table. I¡¯ll make tea.
SEVASTOPOL
Sofya Fyodorovna¡­
Sofya Fyodorovna, wake up Rostislav and Roza Karlovna.
Let¡¯s wait till the morning.
No. The sailors will be here any minute.
They won¡¯t dare.
Tonight in the ravine they killed the family of Flag Captain Khromov.
Don¡¯t expect mercy from them.
Take only necessary things. We¡¯ll have to walk on foot.