CHANNEL ONE
FILMS DIRECTORATE
DAGO FILM STUDIO
PRESENT
I¡¯m glad we¡¯re together again, Mikhail.
Thank you for dragging me away from the staff office.
Gentlemen¡­
Let the sails blow!
What a merry guy. With an ¡®I¡¯ll stab you¡¯ look.
Khasan is very reliable.
Here you go.
Well, gentlemen¡­
To your new mission.
May you succeed in what the Emperor entrusted to you.
- To Constantinople! - To victory!
Excuse me¡­ Tea, gentlemen.
It's your fleet.
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
SERGEI TIMIRYOV: VLADISLAV VETROV
MIKHAIL SMIRNOV: EGOR BEROEV
GENERAL KAPPEL: SERGEI BEZRUKOV
COUNT CHELYSHEV: ANATOLY LOBOTSKY
NIKOLAI PODGURSKY: OLEG FOMIN
NINA PODGURSKAYA: KSENIA KUZNETSOVA
ROZA KARLOVNA: BARBARA BRYLSKA
DARYA FYODOROVNA: OLGA OSTROUMOVA
KHASAN: SEIDULLA MOLDOKHANOV
ROSTISLAV OGNIVTSEV: ANATOLY PASHININ
VLADIMIR RYBALTOVSKY: DMITRY SCHERBINA
SERGEI POGULYAEV: IVAN SHABALTAS
LEADING PRODUCERS DMITRY YURKOV, NIKOLAI POPOV
PRODUCERS ANATOLY MAKSIMOV, DJANIK FAIZIEV
EPISODE THREE THE COUP
SEVASTOPOL 1916
Your honor, captain first rank Chirikov reporting.
Guard! Left face!
Present arms!
Sir, the parade in your honor lined up.
Lieutenant Abramov reporting.
I live on Empress Maria.
Now it¡¯s your ship, too. You¡¯re within the reach of my hand.
Forgive me, but I wish I embraced you back then in the park.
Now I would have my happy recollections.
It fills me with joy and sadness to know you¡¯re so close¡­
¡­and yet so far away, like a star.
To think of you, my tangible dream,
¡­yet not accomplished as befits any dream.
- Where should I look? - Right into the camera.
¡°I remember your lovely, unforgettable smile¡­
¡­which bespeaks the utter happiness in life...
¡°¡­which can only be a reward for great exploits.
Everything I've done seems so small in the face of this happiness and reward.
I love war for the mere joy of adoring you,
¡­adoring my dream, albeit a hopeless one.¡±
It¡¯s so boring to be an important lady.
- I¡¯ll have to organize charity evenings. - Noblesse oblige.
Now you¡¯re one of the first ladies of Russia.
I'd prefer to be my husband¡¯s shadow and nothing more.
- What did he write to you, by the way? - Just a short letter.
Nothing special. He has assumed his duties.
- Has a lot of work on his hands. - What?
- He has a lot of work. - Ah, of course.
I received a letter too, 12 pages.
He insists on my coming to Sevastopol, says he's missing me.
Well, my dears, thank you for the pleasant company.
- You are always welcome. - All the best.
You may disregard me, but at least have some respect towards Sofya.
Jesus, you are like a child.
I know that you can¡¯t
make anyone love you or hate you against his or her will.
But we were wedded in Church.
So what?
You swore to God to love me and to be faithful to me.
To be faithful? You mean, not to sleep with someone else?
- Indeed¡­ - If that¡¯s what you mean, I¡¯m faithful.
Good. Write to him.
Write what?
Why getting on the way all the time?
What to write? Write to him
that you won¡¯t write to him anymore. That's it.
What happened, Sonya?
- What's wrong? - Not a single letter from him.
As if I don¡¯t exist.
Ah, the letters¡­
Forget the letters. Nothing but words.
Now think what you are.
The commander¡¯s wife! Go.
So bear this status proudly.
Don¡¯t torture yourself because of some flirt, God forgive me.
To hell with her.
Not a single woman in our family was deserted.
We are not the sort of people
to let anyone walk all over us.
Mom¡­
Pour me some wine. Come on.
My dear child¡­
SEVASTOPOL 1916
The Germans have two powerful cruisers -
¡®Goeben¡¯ and ¡®Breslau¡¯, both new and fast.
There¡¯s a concentration of German submarines near the Bosphorus.
Here, here and here.
Keep seated.
We must block German and Turkish fleets
with mines, in their own ports. How many mines do we have?
- Four hundred. - Not enough. We need two thousand.
Organize delivery on short notice. You¡¯ll be in charge, Sergey.
Next: we must commission in Nikolaev
30 shallow-water ships able to approach the coast. Next¡­
- Excuse me. - Speak up.
A radiogram, sir. ¡®Breslau¡¯ has left the Bosphorus.
- Indeed. - Speak of the devil.
They want to take a look at the new commander.
Well, and we¡¯ll look at them. Circulate the all-fleet battle alarm.
Yes, sir.
We are setting off to sea.
It¡¯s ¡®Breslau¡¯. Get ready!
Yes, sir!
Crew! Battle stations!
Look lively!
- Range 120. - Target 56.
- Get ready! - Fire!
Hiding behind the smoke screen, the devils¡­
¡®Breslau¡¯ was heading for Novorossiysk to destroy our main base.
We attacked them, and they sailed away.
Several days later we started mining the enemy¡¯s ports.
Achieving domination in the Black Sea, I prepared the landing operation
- ¡­to take Constantinople. - Did you support any party at that time?
No, never.
As an officer I only considered my duty to keep my allegiance oath.
Excuse me, we should take your photo.
Come in.
Could you get up?
Stand here.
SEVASTOPOL 1916
The first version of Constantinople map.
Wonderful.
This summer we¡¯ll march along its narrow streets, Mikhail.
We can¡¯t wait for this day to happen.
The landing ships are ready. The parties are well-drilled.
I cant begin without the higher command.
They are waiting for changes in the front.
Have the maps printed for commanders of the landing parties.
Yes, sir.
- May I come in? - Come in.
- Sir, there¡¯s a film crew on the deck. - What do they want?
They are humbly asking to film your heroic personality.
Let¡¯s dive into eternity, Mikhail?
Yes, here, your honour.
Attention, let¡¯s begin.
Your honor, it¡¯s not photography, but cinematography, see?
- And what? - Move.
- What does he want? - It¡¯s cinematography and I should move.
Then move.
Attention, let¡¯s begin.
DEGUSTATION
INSPECTION OF HANDS AND CAULDRONS BEFORE DINNER
OUR SAILORS' FRIENDS
¡°My dear, my distant Alexander.
I would give anything in the world to have a glimpse of you,
to stand with you on the deck of your ship quietly.¡±
I would give everything for this".
¡°My dear Anna.
For many hours on end I look at your photo on my desk,
where you¡¯re smiling. And this smile is about the rising sun
and the joy of life that I feel in your presence.¡±
¡°Everyone misses you here in the Fleet.
You were the very soul of the Baltic Sea¡­¡±
¡°Maybe this is the reason, my dear angel, why the developments are good here.
I look at Constantinople in binoculars and know it as the palm of my hand.
The victory is nigh, and soon,
very soon I will put it at your feet¡­¡±
¡°It is with great tenderness and sadness that I think about you,
praying for you fervently.
I want to hear more and more from you, oh my distant love¡­¡±
Your Honor, an urgent radiogram.
¡°On March 2 the Emperor Nicholas II abdicated the throne.
The power came into the hands of provisional government.¡±
Monarchy has fallen.
KRONSTADT. SPRING 1917 YAKORNAYA SQUARE
- Where are you taking us? - To none of your business.
- Move on, buddy. - For God sake, gentlemen!
Don¡¯t be like a herd! We must do something!
- Stand here! - Don¡¯t you dare!
- This is treason! - Oh my Jesus¡­
- Listen to my command!.. - What are you doing? The war is on!
- Take care of the admiral. - For God sake!
Gentlemen, I order you to run away!
Don't let them escape!
Get up¡­
Damn¡­
Kolya¡­
Lord, give peace to your servant¡­
¡°Amongst the tribulations, I don¡¯t know what will happen next.
But as long as I live I think about the star shining forth so warmly
thinking about you, Anna.¡±
Thank God you are here. Pack your things.
- What happened, Serezha? - They killed Admiral Nepenin!
- What? He died in battle? - He was killed!
They stabbed the vice-admiral with bayonets! Beasts!
I don¡¯t understand ¨C who killed them?
My Jesus, what¡¯s going on!
Please calm down. Explain.
Podgursky's killed. He died on my hands.
Anna, go and pack the suitcases. The most needful things.
We¡¯re leaving to Petrograd. I took a leave.
But why?
- I took a leave of absence. - Wait!
What are you standing? Go and pack your things.
- Thank God our son is safe. - Thank God we sent him to Kislovodsk.
Wait, Serezha¡­
I can¡¯t leave. All letters come here. I¡¯m waiting for them.
- Can you help me with this suitcase? - Of course.
Damn¡­
Anya¡­
Anya, please.
Anya. We have only 30 minutes.
If we don¡¯t make it, we¡¯ll be done for.
SEVASTOPOL
As they say in the Baltic, fellas,
there¡¯s only one life, so live it to the max.
Ain¡¯t I right? Let it froth overboard!
- But how to live with no money? - Impossible!
Do you have money? Nor do I.
- Where shall we get it? - From the officers, where else.
- But how? - We¡¯ll take it away!
We'll buy silk scarves for our gals.
- Ain¡¯t I right? - Right!
Expropriation of expropriators, according to Marx.
Are you all such blabberers in the Baltic?
We have freedom there! We are our own masters.
We don¡¯t take orders from them darned officers.
They say you Baltic guys fed your admiral to fish.
Even fish won¡¯t eat Nepenin. We impaled him on bayonets.
- Alive? - Of course, it¡¯s more fun.
- Let them shudder! - They will!
All of us - you and you
you and I, we are now the free citizens!
- Of the free Russia! - He's right!
I¡¯ll polish your dirty mug, you ¡®free citizen¡¯.
- Wait¡­ - Get out of here, scum.
What are you gawking? Break up!
- Stop bossing about. - Shut up, you sucker.
Throw him overboard!
What did you say, you stinky mackerel, you one-eyed flounder?
Beat him!
PETROGRAD 1917
- Sonya¡­ - Who called?
Some tea?
- It was Count Chelyshev. - Really?
He was such a gallant wooer before you met Alexander Vasilyevich.
- Jesus, it was ages ago. - Yes.
What does he want?
He begged an audience.
What for?
Mom¡­
I couldn¡¯t refuse this decent person. He¡¯s a count.
Will you excuse me.
He¡¯ll be here in 30 minutes.
We have lost our country.
Nothing will return to its old ways.
We¡¯re over a precipice!
Not so loud.
It will be the worst of all in Petrograd.
I¡¯m leaving to Paris.
As your old friend, I...
Please, not so loud.
You¡¯ll wake up my son.
I¡¯m sorry.
You know very well about my sentiments towards your person.
So now I¡­
Why are you saying all this?
I want to help.
I have a house in Paris. You can live there.
You should first of all talk about this with my husband.
I¡¯m a decent person.
Of course I will discuss it with your husband.
But a question of your safety¡­
My husband will take care of our safety.
Good bye, sir. Thanks for the flowers.
And may God keep you.
I¡¯m always at your service.
I want you to know this, Sofya Fyodorovna.
SEVASTOPOL
What is freedom? It is our right for a choice.
Our choice is to stop this shameful war!
No to the war!
You want to stop the war?
Very well.
I want to stop it, too.
But in what way?
To capitulate to the German fleet and live under the Kaiser?
Or to win and live according to our own laws?
So are you for freedom or for the German sway?
We are for the new Russia!
Hurrah to the provisional government and to our commander-in-chief!
Hurrah to Kolchak!
Are you with us, Your Honor?
I¡¯m at a loss whether we broke our oath today or confirmed it.
We swore allegiance to Russia.
IRKUTSK. JANUARY 1920
Thank you.
How did you take the February revolution?
Revolution gave me hope it would inspire
the populace to finish that war
which for me was the main cause
above politics and government forms.
And you were ready to accept any government?
Only if they serve Russia.
I never doubted the political honesty of the provisional government.
And I honestly swore allegiance to it.
Can¡¯t you see that honesty is not enough in revolution?
You also need to keep the power with a firm hand, even mercilessly.
Yes, unfortunately they didn¡¯t succeed.
While you did.
PETROGRAD 1917
Hey, fellas!
Who is there?
Smirnov. Mikhail.
Oh, Mikhail Ivanovich. Sorry for my looks.
Oh, you look wonderful.
- Come in. - Thank you.
You have a resort tan.
It¡¯s not surprising. I was at the Black Sea.
Sorry for such an early visit.
Misha? How do you do? You came from Sevastopol?
Yes. I¡¯ve the admiral¡¯s order
to take you all to the place of his service.
Glad to meet you.
Misha?
- How do you do. - How do you do.
At least he remembered about us.
Why didn¡¯t he come himself?
Let me remind you that Vice Admiral Kolchak
is commanding over the Black Sea Fleet.
Yes, of course.
I¡¯ve brought two sailors. They¡¯ll help you in everything.
Yes, of course. Please, make some tea.
Sure.
- You don¡¯t know where the tea is. - I don¡¯t know where the tea is?
I mean the best one. I hid it.
I¡¯m sorry, we¡¯re all losing our minds here in Petrograd.
Take a seat.
When I saw you coming so early
I was afraid something was wrong with Sasha.
Of course not. Alexander Vasilyevich is in good health.
He only misses you and your son.
Rostislav keeps asking about him.
Please take off your coat and sit down.
I¡¯m pressed for time.
Will you get ready by the evening?
By the evening?
Trains run with big intervals. The next one will be in a week.
I see.
Honestly, I don¡¯t like the situation in Petrograd.
It¡¯s a lot worse in Kronstadt and Helsingfors.
It¡¯s all like in a bad dream. Drunken sailors everywhere.
Podgursky and Admiral Nepenin were killed.
The Timiryovs managed to leave to Petrograd by a miracle.
I know. That¡¯s why you should hurry.
I¡¯ve a car. I¡¯ll pick you up at 19.30.
Will you make it?
Of course, but what about the tea?
Is the tea ready?
One moment.
At least you¡¯ll drink the best tea.
But I must go.
Very well.
We¡¯ll talk and have tea on the train. Madame¡­
Thank you.
¡°I wish I could press you to my heart,
a sinner as I am.
Mikhail Smirnov will bring this letter.
He is on business in Petrograd and will take my family to Sevastopol.
Admit, I must take care of them.
You¡¯re with your husband, and they¡¯re all alone in Petrograd.
Why I¡¯m trying to excuse myself?
Because I love you as I did before and I hope,
despite everything, to see you again one day.
Let me treat you to some tea.
Take a seat.
And when your business trip expires?
Pardon me?
But you¡¯re on business here, right?
You are going to take Sofya Fyodorovna and all to Sevastopol?
Yes. Today at midnight.
Sorry, I¡¯ve no sugar.
Thank you for this letter.
I understand it¡¯s not a pleasant mission.
You have always disapproved
my relations with Alexander.
But, Madame¡­
You are an honest person, Mikhail, and a bad pretender.
Mr. Kolchak is right.
Someone has to protect his family, and I have my husband.
He¡¯s a member of some committee at the Admiralty,
so they won't touch us.
Well, I presume I don¡¯t need to answer this letter?
It¡¯s up to you.
Very well.
Then tell Mr. Kolchak that I hope, too,
that one day, despite everything, and so on¡­
How cold.
And in Sevastopol it¡¯s warm like in summer?
Not like in summer, but it¡¯s warm. I must go now.
Of course.
And have a nice trip.
Close ranks, fellas!
Darya Fyodorovna. Roza Karlovna. How do you do.
You are coming to our house?
We are in the packing process.
We are leaving to Alexander tonight.
Sorry, we can¡¯t receive you normally right now.
Well, then give this to Sofya. It¡¯s a present.
Very well.
Send my regards to her and Rostislav.
-Thank you. - Good bye.
Come in the evening to a farewell tea tonight.
We¡¯ve some sugar.
Thank you.
Good bye.
What sugar are you talking about?
Where is your German avarice?
You call me avaricious? For shame!
Nothing is shameful these days.
But to squander products is shameful.
Let¡¯s go. ¡®We have sugar¡¯, eh.
How cold.
I pity our fellow-brothers serving here.
The Devil is their brother. And they serve the Devil.
At last.
You freezing? Get in the car.
We¡¯ll load the luggage and will leave for home.
I¡¯ve never sailed under the British flag.
Any flag except the Russian one is safe here now.
As you wish, Mother.
It¡¯s the last trunks.
Sofya, all the rest is downstairs.
- Isn¡¯t your mother coming with us? - No, she isn't.
I didn¡¯t know. Maybe it¡¯s because she¡¯s so tired of me?
She is grumbling all the time.
Don¡¯t worry. She planned long ago to settle in Kamenets-Podolsky.
We¡¯ll give her a lift to Kiev.
Look, I can stay here.
Oh, come on. Go to Rostislav. I¡¯ll join you soon.
Okay.
But be quick. I¡¯ll need to lock all the doors.
Very well.
Darya, have you seen my Bible?
We¡¯ll be downstairs.
SEVASTOPOL 1917
Roza, look what a warm sea!
I don¡¯t like sea, because of the breeze.
I¡¯m so glad we are here.
May God bless you.
Here.
The breeze will kill me one day.
It¡¯s so terrible in Petrograd.
Dirt and hunger everywhere.
They have lost their minds.
No honor or dignity.
- May God bless you. - Means it¡¯s true.
Wash them.
Let their excellencies try the Crimean fruit.
Helm to port! Steady.
So nice here. Yes?
- Helm to starboard. - Yes, sir.
Good. Steady.
Yes, sir.
Well?
We¡¯ll have it repainted.
I want a pink house. You agree?
- Wow! - Go.
God bless you.
- I¡¯ll look at the garden. - Of course.
And here we are.
How do you do.
Welcome home.
- Here, take. - Thank you.
We washed it.
Well?
Where will be Roza¡¯s bedroom?
I don¡¯t know yet.
- Here is my study. - I like it.
Remember?
And here is your room.
- Wow! - Go.
Did you like the garden?
I am so happy, you can¡¯t even imagine.
I¡¯ll change the curtains.
Of course.
I want everything my way here.
I hope we are here for long.
Sasha, I missed you so much.
I missed you, too. Terribly.
Sorry, I must go now.
Yes, of course, I understand.
Sorry, I let myself go.
- It won¡¯t do, the floors are creaking. - What?
This bed, the cushions and this armoir¡­
All the time it¡¯s not ours.
Our son made his first steps at a dacha which was wasn¡¯t ours.
And my wardrobe?
I can¡¯t afford more than three dresses
because we¡¯re moving from one place to another.
From a hotel to a rented apartment!
You want a house of your own on the Black Sea coast?
Sorry, I don¡¯t have so much money.
You want to change the floors?
Very well, we¡¯ll do it.
Sasha, I...
don¡¯t see so much of you.
I¡¯m not even asking for your love.
I just want to be a woman, a mother, a mistress of the house.
Is it such a lot to ask?
Alas, I can¡¯t cheer you up.
I don¡¯t even know for how long we are here.
What are you talking about?
What¡¯s happening in the Baltic will soon be here.
We are trying, but it's all a matter of time.
Don¡¯t frighten me. Just a little of peace.
God will help us.
Forgive me, please.
As for the dresses, you¡¯ll have many dresses.
I promise. I must go now.