CHANEL ONE
FILMS DIRECTORATE
DAGO FILM STUDIO
PRESENT
- Bring champagne for the captain. - Yes, sir.
Podgursky, come back.
- You worked off your forfeit. - No, I’ll stand to the end of the game!
- I ordered champagne for you! - No!
Gentlemen… I knew just as well!
What awaits this forfeit?
- A new tunic! - Tell us, Vladimir.
- A drink of cognac to victory! - He’ll gladly do this.
Oh, yes.
- No, something more complicated. - Then let him kiss someone.
The first person coming.
- And kiss this person passionately! - Hush, hush…
It’s your forfeit, sir.
It’s not funny. The first person coming will be the sailor with your champagne.
Officer Kolchak giving a brotherly kiss to a sailor!
In the meanwhile, let's go on. What awaits this forfeit?
- Vladimir, tell us. - Attention…
- And here's the sailor. - How timely of you.
I'm being summoned to the headquarters.
Will you see my wife home, do me a favor.
In a neighbourly way…Just in case.
Meet my wife Anna.
What? What is going on?
Alexander drew a forfeit to kiss the first person coming.
- That is, your wife. - And you go to the headquarters.
- Alexander, we’re waiting. - Such are the rules.
- You must submit! - But why?
- Anna, dear, such is the game. - You can't break the rules.
- Alexander. - Kindly do it.
- It’s more than a gambling debt. - Go ahead!
Ladies and gentlemen, attention…
ADMIRAL
WRITTEN BY ZOYA KUDRYA CO-WRITTEN BY VLADIMIR VALUTSKY
DIRECTED BY ANDREY KRAVCHUK
PHOTOGRAPHY BY IGOR GRINYAKIN, ALEXEY RODIONOV
MUSIC BY RUSLAN MURANOV AND GLEB MATVEICHUK
COSTUMES BY MARIA MORDKOVICH EKATERINE GMYRYA
MAKE-UP BY NATALYA GORINA
ADMIRAL KOLCHAK: KONSTANTIN KHABENSKY
ANNA TIMIRYOVA: ELIZAVETA BOYARSKAYA
SOFYA KOLCHAK: ANNA KOVALCHUK
SERGEY TIMIROYV: VLADISLAV VETROV
MIKHAIL SMIRNOV: EGOR BEROEV
GENERAL KAPPEL: SERGEY BEZRUKOV
VICE ADMIRAL NEPENIN: ALEXANDER YAKOVLEV
VICE ADMIRAL ESSEN: ANDREI TOLUBEEV
NIKOLAI PODGURSKY: OLEG FOMIN
NINA PODGURSKAYA: KSENIA KUZNETSOVA
ROZA KARLOVNA: BARBARA BRYLSKA
DARYA FYODOROVNA: OLGA OSTROUMOVA
KHASAN: SEIDULLA MOLDOKHANOV
LEADING PRODUCERS DMITRY YURKOV, NIKOLAI POPOV
EPISODE ONE WAR
THE BALTIC SEA, OFFSHORE PILLAU.
TERRITORIAL WATERS OF GERMANY. 1915
- Will you make it by tomorrow morning? - We will, Alexander.
The mines should be placed with a 7 meters gap in the least.
- Tell this to miners. - Yes, sir.
- Commander, permission to report? - Speak up.
We intercepted a radiogram.
Two German cruisers have set off to sea.
No need to panic.
We're in the enemy's territory, with 100 mines on board.
What do we do?
Go on placing the mines.
Proceed to the navigation bridge.
Yes, sir.
Once again: the gap not less than 7 meters!
Under-keel clearance - 82 feet.
They float only with a 5 meters gap.
2 meters difference is no problem. ‘twill drown them Germans for sure.
- But the Commander said: 7 meters. - 85 feet!
Then jump into the water and feed off the line.
Watch crew, attention!
- At ease. - At ease.
- Well? - Mist, you honour.
No signals from our flagships.
- Beacon once more, just in case. - Yes, sir.
- I'll be with the commander. - 92 feet underkeel.
- May I? - Yes. What?
Everything is quiet.
- Would you have some tea? - Gladly.
It's Our Lady of Kazan?
- Sofya gave it to me before we married. - I see.
And here’s my Anna’s memento. Have a look.
- She's beautiful. - Yes.
She's beautiful.
- Yes? - May I?
Gentlemen, proceed to the captain's bridge urgently.
The Germans, gentlemen.
They have 210 calibre guns as against our 45 calibre.
- It’s ‘Friedrich Carl’. - That’s a pretty kettle of fish.
Thank God, they keep quiet.
We overlooked them.
- Crew, get ready. - Yes, sir.
All hands ahoy! Battle your stations!
Order of battle!
Bear for action!
- Full steam ahead! - Yes, sir. Full steam ahead!
Telegraph at full capacity!
Rounds in the tray! Load!
Get ready… Fire!
Steady!
- Why did we slow down? - Engine-room, what’s the matter?
Engine-room, do you hear me?
A bomb damaged the pipe in the engine-room, sir!
- When can you fix it? - In 30 minutes in the least.
- 15 minutes! - Alexander…
- In 15 minutes they'll wreck us. - Yes, we're like a sitting duck.
Why did you stop?
Midshipman!
Alexander, are you all right?
- Go to the cockpit. - Yes, sir.
Gurov, you alive? Load!
Load!
Man a gun! Quick!
I said, charge!
Fire!
- Yes! - We've hit their pilot room!
- They'll be busy now. - Sir, the Germans' pilot room damaged!
- Renew gun crews one and two! - Yes, sir!
Watchman! Send gun squad 3 for the major caliber.
‘tis all right, Your Honor...
- Thank God we dropped the mines, or… - What?
Thank God we dropped the mines, or we'll be done for!
Your Honor, we fixed the pipe.
They won't fix their pilot room so quickly.
They will bring a reserved into play.
We should move away in good time.
But the mines…
- Full ahead! - Telegraph is fixed.
- The course? - The course for Pillau.
- What about the mines? - Sergey…
- Bring officers to the starboard deck. - Yes, sir.
Attention!
Gentlemen, we are locked between
the German squadron and ‘Friedrich Carl'
We're cut off our base, all we can do is
entice them to the nest of mines near Pillau.
- Any questions? - I've a question.
- Go ahead. - How deep are the mines?
7 meters underwater. We'll make it.
- We've a 3 meters gap. - We don't have it.
What do you mean?
The entire gap is not 7, it's 5 meters.
It was my blame. Punish me.
We won't pass.
We'll sail over the mines.
Godspeed.
Let us pray! Bare your heads!
O, The Almighty God and our Savior,
Look this day on Thy humble people,
And graciously have mercy upon us,
For the foes are coming upon us,
Strengthen our spirit, oh God,
And may your glory shine forth.
Never shall our foes bespeak
That you abandoned us, our God,
May all the nations know that
Thou art the Lord and we are Thy people.
Now and forever, and to the end of times.
Amen.
At ease!
- A mine on the port side! - Stop. Get ready for the back draft.
- A mine on the port side! - Stay calm.
We'll throw it off with our wave.
God, have mercy.
Germans took a point-blank position.
Well, everyone is here.
Back draft.
- We passed it. - Thank God.
- This is the end. - Farewell, brothers.
We'll all be dead now.
Sergey, give the order to engage.
Yes, sir.
Belay action stations.
Ahead slow. We are back on course.
We passed the mines and are heading home.
Attention!
On arrival, you will face court martial.
Yes, sir.
IRKUTSK. PRISON FORTRESS. JANUARY 1920
Sit down.
- May I? - Come in.
Close the window.
Citizen Kolchak, you will be interviewed
by the Investigation Committee, with chairman Popov,
Deputy chairman Denike, investigators - Alekseevsky
and Lukyanichev.
Who exactly are you representing?
The commission is founded by SR and Menshevik political block.
Let us begin the questioning.
- Some tea? - No, thanks.
- Are you ready? - Yes.
So, you are Admiral Kolchak?
Yes, I am Admiral Kolchak.
HELSINGFORS. FINLAND. RUSSIA'S NAVY BASE. 1915
Your Excellency, Captain First Rank Kolchak is here.
- See him in. - Come in.
Sir, Captain First Rank Kolchak reporting.
Well, well. Tell me about your adventures.
Disguised by the mist, we entered the Danzig Bay and mined it
here and here.
Thank you for your service
and congratulations, Rear Admiral Kolchak.
- Please. - Anything to oblige.
I'm sorry but I'm not…
Yes, you are. Sit down.
Well, in a nutshell…
Yesterday I sent documents for your promotion.
And there's a word that it will get royal approval these days.
Enough, stop it!
Music!
- Gentlemen, please… - We're armchair warriors, you're real!
Gentlemen, put me down, I might be air-sick.
- Hold on! - Thank you, gentlemen.
To Kolchak! Hurrah!
Anna, honey, let's go.
Ladies and gentlemen,
enough for praising Kolchak, let's dance!
- Believe me… - Thank you.
…there is nothing romantic in contemporary war.
Anna!
Will you excuse me...
Sergey. Anna, you look gorgeous.
Allow me to steal your husband.
- You look so lovely today. - Thank you.
- Will you dance with me? - A bit later, maybe.
Alexander, allow me to kiss you!
- Midshipman, I am no lassie for you. - Sorry, sir.
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Kolchak will play piano for us.
- Alexander, please! - You are welcome!
Don't judge me too harshly.
Good. Work with your legs.
Hold on, hold on…
You should overcome your fear.
- Get it? - Yes.
Good for you. Don't cry.
- Men don't cry, okay? - Yes.
- You at last! - Mommy!
- Look at my ship! - You kept him in the water for too long.
His nose is cold.
When a cat's nose is cold, it's healthy!
- Rostislav! - Roza, leave him be.
Don't you think Roza was right?
- You think so? - You don't?
I almost can swim! It's simple.
- You just need not be afraid of water. - And I'm afraid of nothing!
- Good for you. - Who is so brave?
- I am. - And who are you, young man?
- Volodya Timiryov. - Glad to meet you.
Good afternoon, Alexander.
Good day, Anna.
Boys, run to that beach umbrella.
- Run, run, run! - Careful with that toy ship.
It's your dad's present.
I begin to believe in destiny.
When we were approaching Helsingfors,
I knew I would meet you here.
- Really? - Yes.
You remember our quick departure from Moscow?
- We were running away from something? - That's it, running.
I was saving the family. Your father had fallen in love.
- Why are you saying this? - Your neighbor is too charming.
Sasha is amative, but not for long. No need to worry.
Mom, ‘twas him who broke it, not me.
No, it was him! I asked him not to touch it!
- I'm so sorry. - I never break anything!
A battleship becomes fight-worthy only once it is damaged.
Not to worry.
Sailors don't fix damage by sniveling.
- Anyway, I am sorry. - It's nothing.
- Let's go? - Let's go.
Mommy, I wasn't the one who broke it.
I was thinking of…
I just came to ask.
The Podgurskys are giving a ball tomorrow. Will you come?
- Mom, shall we go? - Let's go.
- So… - Mom, I have nowhere to run.
- Bravo! - Gentlemen ask ladies to dance.
Ladies and gentlemen, it's XXth century outdoors.
The era of gramophones is over.
Now we're going to dance to phonograph!
- Nikolai, you heard that? - Allow me to invite our enchanting…
- I'm sorry. - Bring the broom and dustpan!
- I'm really sorry. - That's very much XXth century style!
- For luck! - Nina, you can behead me.
Nina, Nikolai. When I look at you
I wish I were someone's husband, too.
- What stops you? - Where can I find a woman like Nina?
Oh, come on. I'm just an ordinary woman.
But as for my husband…
- What? - We are waiting for a kiss!
Now a kiss!
- More champagne! - Now a kiss!
How happy they are…
- Nina, Nikolai, it's so sweet… - Let's dance!
Your voice was so sad. Aren't you happy?
- And you? - Well…
- Of course I'm happy. - Nikolai, will you allow me now…
- Playing with fire? - I know.
I'm married with a son.
I love him so much. Of course I'm happy.
And now I wonder why you said it in such a sad voice.
I want to dance to phonograph.
Will you dance with me?
There you are, dancing without us.
What a shame!
Nikolai, congratulations. Here they are - newlyweds!
- It's so good you came. - Flowers for newlyweds!
Champagne from Galitzin wine cellars.
- I'm glad you are here. - Seryozha, at last you came.
I want to say a toast to newlyweds…
Ladies and gentlemen, one moment.
Sofya, thanks for coming.
I longed to meet you.
You might think I'm too exalted,
but you are my ideal of a woman.
And your family - an example of honor and faithfulness.
- Hurrah, ladies and gentlemen. - Hurrah!
- I love my wife, but… - Serezha, I want to leave.
- Here is to you. - Congratulations.
And to you, again.
Anna, what's wrong?
You left without saying good bye.
No one will notice. Our son is alone at home.
- He is not alone, he is with his nurse. - In our country house.
- Get going. - Gee up!
We should have stayed at the Podgurskys,
there's a room prepared for us…
We could take a walk, have fun…
People drink champagne, kiss and frolic as if there is no war.
- I can't get it. - Anna, war in the sea is special.
Every time we leave, it's forever.
If the ship dies, we die, too. But if we are back, it's a high day!
Life turns into a real feast. This is what you told me yourself last time.
I'm sorry. You are right. That was stupid.
Of course it's a high day. Short moments of happiness, we should cherish them.
I'm glad that we ran away.
- How is our son? - His fever is gone.
- Will you come for dinner? - No, I'll eat at the Assembly.
Congratulations with your new rank.
What a brilliant career.
- They're baking pies? - Yes, mushrooms, blackberry and fish.
Sofya will visit us tomorrow.
I admire this woman.
- She is about forty? - So what?
She is inborn queen. Her royal fidelity…
When Kolchak was in the polar expedition, she followed him
by trains, ships, deer sleigh. She found him at the edge of the world, in Yakutsk.
Or was it Irkutsk? Anyway, they got married there.
Their love is unique. You see?
Serezha told me how he and Kolchak…
- …warred in Port Arthur. - I heard a lot of it from Kolya.
- Kolchak, he is… - Oh, Kolchak, Kolchak…
A hero of Port-Arthur, a polar explorer and what not.
- Nina, you are prejudiced against him. - He is a fanatic!
- His only love is war. - Or Motherland.
The Germans are breaking through to Riga. Here and here.
The order is to keep Riga.
The Navy must be ready
to support our counteroffensive.
I say my farewells every time Nikolai leaves with Kolchak.
- Tea, madam? - Thanks.
I think
that Man is about loving his country and defending it.
Only don't fall in love with him.
Landing party is already at Cape Domesnes and the ships
must deliver seaborne supporting fire.
Please keep in mind, gentlemen,
that the Riga operation is under His Majesty's close supervision.
IRKUTSK. JANUARY 1920
Admiral, did you really seek a war with Germany?
Yes. It was the only solution of the German-Slavonic question.
“War is above justice, above personal life, above life itself.”
- These words belong to you, right? - Yes, exactly.
If war is so sacred for you,
what brought you to war against your own people?
Why are you asking such a question?
We give you a chance to be pardoned by history.
- To be pardoned? - Your life is at stake.
I believe it really is.
Could you clear up what you mean saying ‘to be pardoned by history'?
Let us stop this demagogy, Admiral.
So, let's go on…
HELSINGFORS. FINLAND. SUMMER 1915
Mommy, my dad is an admiral now?
A rear admiral.
I wish he remained a captain.
Captain sounds better.
And 'rear admiral' is a tongue twister.
You'd better sleep.
Sleep, dear.
I won't let you into the water with your dad anymore.
Allow me…
Sergey is on duty. So you'll have to entertain me.
Dear Anna,
You can always rely on the Baltic Fleet
- …and on me personally. - Can I?
You are a hero. Rising so high!
- Oh really? - Yes, you are.
Excuse me, your honour, I'm from ‘Pathe Russ' company.
We'd like to depict you at the 'year 1812' memorial ball.
- For history. - I understand.
- Bring the camera. - I knew just as well.
If it is for history, then only in your company.
Sorry, I didn't know. Of course. This way, please.
As if there is no war. How strange.
Will you excuse us… Very good.
Yes. Very good. One step forward.
Your tunic is not in good order. Let me help you.
- But how? - Give me the button.
Camera lower…
How strange. We hardly know each other
but it feels like I have known you for ages.
- I like your craftiness. - I am a Shelkovskaya Cossack by origin.
Stanitsa Shelkovskaya? Where Cossacks married Turkish girls?
- Yes. How come you know? - I am a Turkish descendant, too.
Looks like we are of the same blood.
A polonaise in honor of the heroes of 1812!
Gentlemen ask ladies to dance.
Turn to the camera, please. Good.
Look at the camera. Attention… Watch the birdy!
Gentlemen, where is Sofya?
She is at home. Her son is ill.
- And the governess is unwell, too. - Please, don't talk nonsense.
- Done. Bravo! - Thank you.
I'll take away the camera. Thank you.
Could you remind me the name of your wife?
- For the credits. - Anna. But she is not my wife.
Let's go.
So, to our dreams?
- Even unreal ones? - Does it make them less desirable?
No, it doesn't, Madame.