All language subtitles for Uncle.Vanya.2020.WEBRip.x264-ION10eng

BIRDSONG

Will you stop walking
up and down?

Making me seasick.

I'm sorry.

Drink some tea.

I'm not sure that I can.

Then be done with it
and have a vodka.

You think I'm that bad?

I don't drink every single day,
you know.

Oh, I see. I... I didn't realise.

Nana...

Mm-hm?

How long have we known each other?
How long? Too long.

I'm joking!

Well, a long time.

Sonya's mother was still alive,
so, uh... That's right.

It's what?

16, 17 years?

Yes, it must be.

Oh. Do you think I've changed
in that time?

Oh, God, yes!

You used to be gorgeous,
young and dashing.

We were all mad about you.

And now, while you're older...

Yes.

Look, you're still handsome.

There's no denying that!

We all like that, but...

..also... What?

Well, you drink now.

Yes. So...

No, it's true.

I am a completely different person,
you're right.

No, you're not a completely
different person.

But you're a drinker.

But what of it?

Good for you! So what?

You know why I drink, don't you?

Because I am worn out.

The moment I lie down,
it's bang, bang, bang on the door

and I'm up and out
to someone's deathbed.

Sometimes 20 miles away.

And the rare nights
when no-one bangs on the door...

Well, you like awake anyway.

The dread of the knock that
never comes. So...

..of course you age and wither
and get old.

Who wouldn't? That's what happens.

But if you could hold your drink,
what of it?

You start to go a bit...wonky...

..because you have to.

I mean, look at this beard, Nana.

Have you seen it?

I like it. No, you don't.

No, I don't.

HE LAUGHS

SHE LAUGHS

I mean, everybody gets a bit...

..agh! Mmm.

I just never really...

..feel anything any more.

That's what it is.

I never look forward to anything.

Oh, Doctor!

Except you.

Nana...

I will always love you.

You know, when I was a little boy,

I had a lovely Nana.

Just like you.

Gave me long, deep hugs.

I used to feel like nothing
could hold me.

You remind me of someone, too.

Please...have a drink!

No! No...

During Lent earlier this year,
I went up to Malitskoi.

Oh, God...

Typhus epidemic.

They'd thrown all of their sick
ones into huts, side-by-side.

People on the floor.

Pigs coming in and out.

Filthy, depressing.

I didn't stop all day.
Nothing to eat.

By the time I got home
I could hardly stand.

Bang, bang, bang on the door.

And they carry in this...

..this boy.

Trainee signalman.

A stock car had sliced off
half of his foot,

so I got him on the table

and quickly gave him
the chloroform so that I could...

He... He just died.

Right there.

Just when you could
really do without it,

all my feelings came back.

I felt like I had killed him.

They're all looking at me,
asking me if he was all right.

And I just sat on the...

Just closed my eyes.

And all I could think of
was..."why?"

Why can't it be 100
or 200 years from now?

We'll all be gone.

None of this will matter.

I mean, the people then,
will they even remember us?

Have anything good to say about us?

They'll just forget all about us.

The people may not remember us.

But God will.

Yes, well said, Nana.

Yes.

VOITSKI STIRS

Oh! Ugh...

What were we, um...

What were we talking about?

Typhus. Oh! Lovely!

Good sleep?

Too good.

Horrible black hole
in the middle of the day.

You see, this is what's
happened to me.

Ever since the professor
and his young bride returned,

they've knocked me right off
my beanpole.

I keep taking these stupid catnaps
in the middle of the day.

Which means I wander around awake
all night.

I miss all the regular meal times.

I stuff my face with snacks.

Which means I drink too much wine.

Which means I start onto
the liqueurs,

which inevitably lead me
onto the spirits,

which always knock me sideways.

Suddenly I wake up,
I've missed my breakfast.

I've missed my lunch

and the whole blasted nightmare
starts all over again.

It's no good.

I need to be occupied.

I need to be worn out because
of my... Your nervous energy.

Yes! My energy.

It's not nervous... It's edgy!

Just a little bit edgy.

But ever since the professor
came back, I'm...

Well, Sonya's quicker than me.

Her eyesight's better

so she gets everything done
before I even wake up.

So I... You're cast adrift.

I've been cast adrift,
haven't I, Nana? Yes!

The professor never even stirs
till noon.

And before he came,
we always had our lunch

at the normal hour of one o'clock
in the afternoon,

same as everybody else all over
the world, didn't we, Vanya?

Yes, Nana.

You know what time the professor
eats his lunch?

I don't know.

Go on - guess. I don't know.

Six o'clock.

What?! Six o'clock?

Six o'clock in the evening.

Six o'clock? Six o'clock.

Good lord!

Then up he stirs. The whole night,
reading, writing, book working.

Insists on keeping that poor young
girl he's married up with him,

attending to his needs.

And suddenly, then, at
three o'clock in the morning,

he's ringing the bell. What bell?

He's brought a bell.

And we're all supposed to come
running. Everybody's up!

Tea!

Tea for the professor
at three o'clock in the morning.

I ask you.

Nobody gets a moment's rest.

How long are they staying?

Staying?

They're not staying.

They're moving here. To live?

University's retired him off.

Took his apartment back.

He can't afford to live
in the city. Oh.

I mean, do you know how long

I've been keeping this hot water
on the go now?

Two hours.

Tea for the professor,
he said two hours ago,

and then up, he suddenly announces,

"I'm going for a walk."

A quick walk. Quick walk.

Quick inspection. Quick inspection.

And we're all supposed
to just... Ugh!

Enough to give you a pain
up the backside.

Oi - shh! He'll hear you.
Don't give him the satisfaction.

..I ended up paying twice what
I paid for it before I sold it

for half what I got it for
in the first place.

And you haven't even seen
the new forest yet, Papa.

Oh, wait till you see up there.

We can go tomorrow.

Oh, Professor! Your tea is ready.

Yes.

My dear friends, I do apologise,

but this excursion has inspired
some startling new ideas.

And I... I feel I must grasp them
while the blood is hot.

Be so kind as to have my tea
brought to my study.

Thank you. Papa, Dr Astrov is here.

Ah, of course, Professor.
And anything else?

I beg your pardon?

I'm sorry.

What are you asking me?

No. Just, anything else?

Any other refreshments?

A bowl of fruit,
a pair of new slippers?

Something from the village, perhaps?

I mean, Nana's here.

She's got nothing better to do.

She could march into town.

I said just tea. Of course you did.

Thank you, Professor.

Uncle Vanya, you have some kind
of sauce all over your trousers.

What? Sonya? Sorry.

Oh...

"I've had some startling new ideas."

Huh! It's hot enough
to fry a sausage.

And the great genius goes about
with his overcoat and his gloves on.

So much for the intelligentsia, eh?

Hmm? I say so much
for the intelligentsia.

Maybe he knows something we don't.

Oh, yeah? Like what?

Hmm?

Oh, Madame Professor.

Uncle Vanya.

Uh... Yes, the...

The others have all, um...

That's her. That's his wife.

Yes, I know.

You ever seen a more
gorgeous creature?

Well... Well, what?

Haven't really had much time to...
Oh, come off it!

How much time do you need?

Hey, Vanya.

Don't mind the professor's
young wife.

Look at Marina Timofeyevna here.

You should have seen this one
in a day in my life!

Eh? Whether I'm riding
across the fields

or walking into the shady garden

or just looking at the way
you lay out a table, Nana.

I feel an inexpressible bliss.

Suddenly one is reminded that winter
is far, far away.

And shh... Listen, shh. Vanya...

I'm not saying anything.

Do you hear the birds?

No. That's what I mean.

It's such a particular silence.

It's so restful here in this house.

What else could anyone
possibly need?

And so much of that is down to you,
Nana Timofeyevna.

Eat your biscuits.

But you... You... You saw her eyes.
Tell me you saw her eyes.

Whose? Young Madam Professor.

Yelena. I really didn't notice.

Oh, you're no use!

Well, Vanya, how are you today?

What? Any news?

Is this is some sort
of joke, Waffles?

What news could there possibly be?

Everything's the same as ever,
except worse.

That's not true. It is, you know.

I sit around getting fatter.

And the fatter I get, the more
annoyed I am with everyone.

And my mother? Jesus Christ!

She's exactly the same.

Still wanging on
about women's rights

as if they're some kind of
alien abstract concept

rather than something that might
actually help improve

her own wasted life. Where is she?

Up... Up in the professor's study.

This is what I'm saying.

She remains completely
in thrall to him.

Translating his papers, researching
his billions of footnotes.

She'll never change.

Nana - have you offered the doctor
a drink?

Yes! I'm working.

Working? Where? Here!

The professor summoned me.

Oh, course.

Well, he's an incorrigible
hypochondriac.

We all have to tiptoe
around his various ailments

while he composes
his latest treatise.

With straining brain and wrinkled
brow, he works into the night.

The only thing that twit produced
is when he took a shi... Vanya!

You know, he spent 30 years writing
papers no-one understands.

For journals no-one ever reads.

30 years of utter obscurity.

All the while hogging
the post of professor

from someone who might actually
have something to offer.

So not only has he offered the world
nothing, he's actually deprived it.

You sound jealous to me, Vanya.

Too right! I am jealous!

I mean, could someone please
explain his effect on women? Hmm?

His first wife - my poor,
late sister -

she was so sweet, so intelligent.

She could have had her pick
of anyone in the whole world.

But no. It had to be him.

And now his second wife,
a full 40 years younger than him.

Beautiful, stunning, clever.

You know?

And she's going to give it all away
for that old knobbly croaker?

For what? I mean, why?

She must be in love.

You are joking.

Is she faithful to him?
Inexplicably, yes.

Why inexplicably?

Well, it makes no sense.

Well, where's the morality in
denying your youth, your vitality?

And pissing it away on some
conceited old duffer?

Don't tell me that's moral.

It's immoral. Vanya, please!

I hate that language.

Your casual manner,
disparaging people.

The way I see it, anyone who
deceives their wife or their husband

is an unreliable person
who might just as easily one day

betray their country.

Oh, spare me, Waffles,
will you, for God's sake?

I don't mean to upset you,
Vanya, but look at me.

On the day after my wedding,
my wife left me.

Here we go. Yes.

After just one single, solitary
night of almost conjugal bliss,

she left me in the morning
as soon as the sun peeped up

to go back and be with her old -
her much older - boyfriend.

She said it was purely to do
with my physical appearance,

so there was nothing
I could do about it.

However, I have remained faithful
to her to this day.

Yes, for over 50 years,
I've supported her and

every single one of her illegitimate
children, as is my duty. Hm?

You can still see her
down in the village.

She's a haggard old woman now.

Her beauty has entirely vanished.

Her lover is long dead.

And what has she left to show
for it all? Huh?

Nothing!

And look at me.

You see?

Vanya, I still have my pride.

Hmm? You cannot deny it.

Good God!

Nana?

There are some peasants
outside on the lawn.

Will you see what they want?

Uh, yes, my dear. I'll do the tea.

Tea, Doctor? Please have something.

Oh, go on, then.

Uncle Vanya?

Hmm?

Tea? Err... Nah.

Hello.

Hello.

You may or may not be aware,
but I've come to see your husband.

Yes, Doctor... You wrote to me last
night saying that he was very ill.

Yes, I'm aware of...

Now it appears he's been walking
all over the estate.

Well, yesterday, he was...
He was terrible.

He literally couldn't get up.

He does know that I live
20 miles from here?

Well, what can I say?
And it's not the first time.

You're here now, Doctor. Stay.

I don't suppose
you've eaten anything.

Well, I haven't, as a matter of
fact. Well, then, it's settled.

You'll have dinner with us.

We don't dine till after six,

so you'll have to stay the night,
I'm afraid.

But we'll make it perfect for you.

I'm sorry Papa dragged you out.
This tea is cold.

That's all right.
It's too hot today, anyway.

You see, what's happened is there's
been a significant decline

in the temperature of the water.

Oh, is that what you think has
happened, Waffles? Thank you(!)

Never mind, Ivan Ivanich.
We'll drink it...

I'm sorry, excuse me,
I'm sorry, Madam.

Can I just set one thing
straight with you?

It's not Ivan Ivanich.
It's Ilya Ilich.

Ilya Ilich Telegin.

Or, as Vanya likes to call me,

on account of my periodic bouts
of acne, Waffles.

Because I don't mind answering to
this or that or any of these names.

But PLEASE call me by something
which I recognise as my name!

You may have noticed my name
on any of the numerous occasions

we have been repeatedly introduced.

You may even perhaps have noticed
me dining with you every day,

three times a day, because
I actually live here with you

in this house. Ilya Ilich, right?

My...

My name is Ilya Ilich.

Thank you.

I'm sorry about this.

I... I just find it better to clear
the air about these things.

No, nicely handled, Waffles.

You tell her.

My godfather, Ilya Ilich,

he is our rock, our support
and our right-hand man.

Isn't that right?

HE SOBS
Yes.

Let me get you something nice.

Well, tea, Grandmamma -
it's cold, I'm afraid.

I'm fine, thank you, my dear.

Oh, Dr Astrov.

Oh, no-one told me you were here.

How are you?

Very well, Maria Vasilyevna.
All fine.

How are you? Well, thank you.

Ironically, we're busier than ever
since the professor retired.

Yes. Vanya told me.

Now that he's no longer teaching,
he has so much more time to write.

So we're never finished -
translating, reading proofs.

We hardly stop for a moment.

Ah...

What's the matter, Grandmamma?

Oh, Sonya... Or Yelena.

Ah...

Although I don't want to disturb him
now that he's writing,

but, oh, I meant to tell Aleksandr -

the professor - that I received

Pavel Alekseyevich's new pamphlet
today, in the post from Kharkov.

My memory, it's really going.

What? Oh, dear God in heaven!

Quick! Somebody do something.

Alert the professor.

There's a pamphlet in the scullery.

Yes, yes. Sarcasm, of course, Jean.

Very clever.

The professor has been waiting
specifically for this pamphlet.

Must be very interesting.

What's very interesting is that
Mr Alekseyevich has suddenly

more or less refuted
all the positions that he's held

for the past 20 years,

which, of course,
has grave implications

for the professor's
most recent studies,

which have only just been published

and may well be just as quickly
out of date.

Oh, who cares, Mama?

Really.
What do you mean, "who cares?"?

Just relax.
Be quiet, drink your tea.

Don't tell me to be quiet.

I'll talk if I want to.

There's been too much talk,
and talk and talk.

You've been talking
and reading bloody pamphlets

for the last 50 years.

And... And what good
has it done anyone? Hmm?

What good has it done?

Just give it a rest,
that's all I'm saying.

Oh, that's ALL you're saying?

You were asleep in that chair
over there half an hour ago.

Don't suddenly pipe up and tell me
to stop talking.

You show some respect
to your mother.

That you would even speak to me
like that in front of everyone.

I have no idea what's come over you
this past year.

You used to cheer us all up, tell us
all to keep going. Didn't he?

Now, all you do is...is cause
fights, upsetting everyone.

What's wrong with you?
Yes, it was always left to me

to cheer everybody up,
and it was bloody exhausting.

Well, here it is.

I am 47.

47?! Yes, I'm 47.

And I'm... I'm too long in the tooth
to go around fooling myself

that the professor's pamphlets
and all our toiling and working

to make sure he can keep
churning them out

is worth the bloody candle.

All right? Yes, that's fine.

Thank you, Uncle Vanya.

You've rehearsed these views
many times,

but we have guests now...

And I'll tell you why I never sleep,
is because I'm so pissed off.

I've been such a fool,
wasting my life away.

For what?

Don't blame your principles
for leading you here.

Principles? Yes, you shared the very
same principles

the professor sought to espouse.

No, I never shared his principles.
And I sought diligently...

I can't believe you'd say that.
..to bring to a wider audience.

And you were happy to help.

What bloody choice did I have?
It's you who have failed, Jean,

because you abandoned
your principles.

Oh, here we go. Go on, then.
Principles have not failed.

You HAVE failed. Why?

Because you've never done anything.

What exactly are his principles?

You criticise me for talking.

That's all you ever were,
is all talk, and you still are.

How would one even begin
to discern his principles?

Grandmamma, please.
Uncle Vanya, I beg of you, please.

HE COUGHS

# The hawk flies
above the plain... #

Just because we can't all be
pamphlet regurgitators

like Herr Professor up there.

Don't equate laziness
with rebelliousness.

You never learnt the difference.

Because some of us refuse to
worship nobodies

when we can see there's no point.

What do you mean by that?
Just what I say.

I mean what I mean when I say
what I say. Oh, stop it.

What part of what I say...
Stop it, stop it.

..confuses you? Just, both of
you, stop it. Stop it!

I'm not saying anything.

Well, what did I say? Hmm?

SHE SCREAMS

Isn't the weather nice?

It's not too hot and it's not too...

Yes, you know, I was reading
in the paper just the other day,

apparently, this is the perfect
weather for slitting your wrists.

Mm. It's something to do with
the science of it, the...

..the blood flow.

Nana, what did the peasants want?

It's the same as they always want.

They want to look through
the compost.

Chook.

Chook, chook, chook.

Which one are you calling?
It's the tawny mummy.

Crows will get her chicks.

Chook.

Chook-chook, chook-chook,
chook, chook, chook, chook, chook.

HE HUMS

BIRD SQUAWKS

Oh! Hello!

Katchenka! What you doing in here?

Naughty girl.

Oh, back to your chicks.

BELL RINGS

Naughty mummy.
Naughty mummy, mummy.

I'm sorry. Excuse me, Doctor,

there's a man outside says
there's been an accident.

Where? Er, the factory.

When? Sometime this morning.

They say someone has been crushed.
Sometime this morning?

Right.

Thank you.

Right, well... Oh, Doctor,
do come back for dinner, won't you?

No, no, it's far too far
to the factory.

I couldn't possibly
keep you all waiting.

HE SIGHS

# Oh, should I go?

# When I don't know the way

ALL: # How could I leave

# When you beg me to stay?

# Only Ramesses' nose...#

I tell you what, I will just quickly
take a glass of that vodka

if it's still going.

Course, you know who I'm like now,
don't you?

With this beard.

That chap in Ostrovsky's play.

SHE LAUGHS

I am a man of large moustaches,

and small abilities...

..who believes in the invisible,

yet doubts the things he sees.

I disagree.

I think it makes you look
more distinguished -

older, more distinguished.

Have another before you go?

Well, it's been nice
to have had the honour.

You know, if ever you should feel
like an excursion,

Sonya knows my place.

I would be truly delighted.

Thank you.

It's a small enough estate -
90 acres.

But...there's an orchard and a large
government forest beside me.

And the old chap who's in charge,
he's always sick,

so it's really me
who takes care of it.

Sonya loves it.

It's really very nice for a wander,

should you feel inclined.

Yes. Sonya's told me all
about it already, and...

And how well you look after
everything.

I hope it doesn't interfere
with your real vocation too much.

Only God knows our real vocation.

The forest is your true love?

Well, it's just
so interesting, it's...

It's fascinating.

But I've always heard that it's
an older man's work.

You don't look, what, more than 40?

Oh, thank you.

Nothing but tree after tree -
you don't find it monotonous?

No, no.

No, in fact, it's the opposite.
Precisely the opposite.

THEY LAUGH

Well, the doctor plants new spans
of forest every single year.

He already has a bronze
medal for it, and a diploma.

You don't mind me saying that.

And... And he saved the old forest
from being destroyed.

We must go. I'll show you.

And if you listen to what
he has to say, in 30 minutes,

he will change how you see
the world. The world, no less.

Don't listen to Vanya.

I hadn't realised how much
we...depend upon the forest.

Do you know, the forest actually
softens the climate?

What?! And when the climate
is less severe,

humans expend less energy,
we become more responsive.

We can develop our culture,

our languages.

The arts and sciences flourish
in temperate climates.

And... And women, especially,
are treated with more courtesy.

Courtesy. It's been shown.

HE SNORES

He's gone.

It's a lovely idea, Astrov,

and I'm glad it makes Sonya
so happy.

But if you don't mind, I'll continue
to make a nice fire with my logs

and build my barns out of wood.

You could burn peat in your stoves
and build your barns out of stone.

I mean, of course, chop down a tree
here and there if you need to,

but why destroy the whole forest?

I'm not destroying the whole fo...

As we speak, swathes of forest
are perishing.

Without their roots, the soil
turns to dust and blows away.

Rivers dry up, gone forever,
because you're too lazy

to pick up fuel from the ground.
It's not all down to just me.

We have the unique capacity,
alone amongst all creatures,

to appreciate
the miracle of creation.

And what are we doing?

Destroying the lot.

God, I'm knackered. Vanya always
gives me that ironic look,

like I'm always so bloody serious
all the time.

And I know I am as cranky
as the next fellow,

but there are moments, you know?

When I go down
past the peasants' wood,

or I see a span of forest
that I've planted

bursting into bloom,

and I realise that,

well, to some extent,
the climate is in my power.

And that, because of some
small thing we do,

someone a hundred years from now
will be happier because of it.

Well, that - I'm not joking -

that does something to me...

..to my...

Well, if you will do me the honour
of allowing me to take my leave...

When will you come back and see us?
God, I don't know.

Don't leave it another month.

Promise me that much.

And, as for you, Ivan...

Oh, so, now it's Ivan.

What are we going to do with you?
Hmm? Do what with me?

Do you really have to antagonise
your poor mother like that?

She antagonises me.
And this morning, too.

You had a go at poor Aleksandr.

He was really upset with you,
you know.

Well, I can't help it if
I loathe him.

Well, what's the point
in loathing him?

He's only as bad as anyone else,

and he's certainly no worse
than you.

You're one to talk.

Don't think I can't notice
the sheer effort it takes you

just to live from moment to moment.

Oh, yes, yes -
the effort and the boredom.

Since when is it any of
your business?

No, and don't pretend it's because
you have any sympathy for me.

Of course I have sympathy for you.

I heard you, Vanya, you have no pity
for the woods, or the forest,

or...women,
or for anyone else.

I'm not sure that's quite
what I said.

But anyway...where's all this
philosophising coming from everybody

all of a sudden?

That doctor, he had such an
exhausted look on his face.

Look at ME. I'M exhausted.

Yes, but he has an interesting face.

Thanks!

SHE LAUGHS

And Sonya's clearly mad about him.

I can understand it.
Of course you can.

You know, he's visited three
times since I've been here.

But who's counting?

SHE LAUGHS

I've always been too intimidated
to speak with him.

Never even said hello
or been nice to him,

and now Sonya says
he thinks I'm moody.

I wonder why.

SHE LAUGHS

You know why you and I get
along so well?

Don't you?
Because you like me. No.

Because we are the most tedious,
boring people on the whole estate.

We are...tedious.

Don't look at me like that.
I don't like it.

How else am I supposed
to look at you?

I love you. Oh, stop it.

You're the only thing on Earth
that makes me happy,

makes me feel like I was ever young,

makes me...appreciate my life.

BELL RINGS

I know the chances of you feeling
the same way are practically zero.

But... But let me look at you,

let me listen to your voice.

Vanya, your mother is coming.
Will you stop it?

Just let me sit here next to you
and I'll be the happiest person.

No! God, leave me alone!
You're driving me mad.

Ah...

Oh...

Where is everybody?

Go back to sleep. I wasn't asleep...

..was I?

Oh, Vanya!

What?

How are you today?

Any news?

THUNDER RUMBLES

Ah...

Uh, uh...

Aleksandr.

No! Aleksandr, you're dreaming. No!

No! You're dreaming.

You're dreaming, OK?

God!

Oh, I'm... I'm frozen.

Your rug has fallen off.

HE GROANS

Oh, Sonya.

It's not Sonya, it's me.

Oh, Lenochka, forgive me.

I'm sorry.
HE WINCES

The pain's back.

I'll shut the window.

No, no, it's fine.

I can't catch my breath. I...

I fell asleep. I...

I didn't even realise.

I dreamt this wasn't my leg,

that...that it belonged to...

..someone else.

Ah, it's agonising.
It's your gout, Aleksandr.

No, it can't be gout.
It must be something else.

My God, the pain.

What... What time is it?

Uh... Oh...

Yelena.

Can you find the volume of
Batyushkov I asked you for?

What? Can you find me

the volume of Batyushkov

I asked you about?

Why can't I...?

It's as though I can't get a breath.
You need sleep.

You got none last night.

Now, this tonight.

It's these new ideas I have.

If I don't get them up and running,
they'll be gone.

What of it?

You're retired.

Take your time, accept it.

But you can't turn your brain off.

You're in a race
against the bloody clock.

You... You know, Turgenev
suffered a heart attack

because of his gout,
because of the pain.

And just...bang!

I mean, that's what could...

I daren't even look
in the mirror any more.

I see my father...

..scowling back at me
from his deathbed.

He had a horrible death.

And what's worse is, you're so
fully aware of how revolting

people find you.
They leave you in no doubt.

Oh, now it's my fault?
Oh, no, it's nothing.

HE CHUCKLES

I'm speaking objectively, Lenochka.

It's nothing personal.

You're young, you're healthy,
you want to live.

And why shouldn't you?

But I have a feeling
it won't be long now.

Yelena.

Did you hear what I said?
Yes, all right!

Please, just stop. Stop what?

What do you want?

What? Stop hounding me.

Hounding you? Oh, well, of course,

I've completely worn you out,
haven't I?

Be perfectly understandable
if you wanted to just...

I mean... Oh, yes. And go where?

With what? Hmm.

Let's just be quiet, all right?

You know what's really funny?

When Vanya starts to talk,

or his mother speaks,

everyone is scrupulously attentive
to their drivel.

I so much as say two words

and suddenly everyone
wants to kill themselves.

You lose the right to exist.
That's it. No.

That's the... No-one is denying you
your rights.

No-one is disputing your rights.

HE GROANS

You spend your whole life...

..growing...and learning,

developing your expertise,

and then, suddenly, that's it -
you're old.

You're from the past,

and the past is gone.

You end up living in a kind of tomb.

And I still want to live.

I can't help it.

I want to publish great work.

I want to be successful.

What's wrong with that?

Ah...

This was a huge mistake,
you know, coming out here.

There's nothing here.

It's like being dead,

only you're not even allowed to be.

Yes, well, time is killing me
just as certainly as you.

Papa.

You asked for the doctor.
He's waited for hours.

I can't believe you'd do this again.

What doctor?

Dr Astrov. Who else? Ah!

He's so bloody conceited.

Well, what do you want?

Because we can't send
for the medical faculty

of St Petersburg every time you get
pins and needles.

Just let him have a look.

No, I can't stand him.

Wonderful.

Well, I'm not telling him.
You can tell him yourself.

Ah, where are my glasses?

Here. What... What time is it?

Past midnight.

Oh...

Sonya, bring me my drops
from the table.

No, not those ones.

Those are my morning ones!

I'll be up all bloody night.
All right!

No need to be rude.

Perhaps other people pander
to that behaviour,

but you can spare me. I've to be up
in three hours for the haymaking.

I'm not so sure about that.

There's a storm brewing,
in case anyone wants to know.

THUNDER RUMBLES

Et voila.

Yelena, Sonya, go to sleep.

I am here to relieve you.

No, no, don't leave me with him.

He'll talk me to death.
I won't say a word.

No, Vanya, I can't.
I'm not in good form.

I don't want an argument.
We must give them some rest.

Come on, me old banana,
be reasonable, me old sausage.

No, I'm asking you, Vanya,

in the name of
our former friendship,

don't antagonise me.

Our friendship!

Our former friendship.

I know what you're doing.

I know what's going to happen.

So, please, I'm too tired.

This is almost funny, isn't it?

It's... It's almost f...

Oh, yes, you're all still up,
everybody, every...

Nana, go to bed. It's so late.

Nothing's cleared away.
How can I go to bed?

I kept everyone up again.

Everybody is worn out.

I know, I know.

SHOUTS: We love you!

What are you talking about?

Don't start behaving
like an old twit.

You see? Right, Vanya, go to bed.

I've only just got up.

I want to help.

Shh, shh, shh!

Shh!

All the geese go cack-cack,
cack-cack, cack-cack, day and night.

Day and night.

Oh.

Oh, come on now.

Here.

Mm...

Don't mind them, Professor.

Oh, people are like children.

We want people to feel sorry for us,

but nobody feels sorry for us.

You, er, you come with me.

I'll make us some lime flower tea
and I'll rub your feet,

say a little prayer to God for you.

Come.

Oh, come on.

I fancy a walk in that.

Anyone?

No?

Vera...

She used to worry all the time
about your legs.

She would sit in here and cry
with me, do you remember?

And Sonya, you would sit
with us, too, but you...

You wouldn't understand.

You remember.

Wait...

Vanya, here.

What?

Take it.

It's your watch.

I know.

My sister gave it to you.

I want you to have it.

All right?

What a lovely thing to do!

You come along with Nana.

Come.

Oh, come along.

God, I am so sick of it.

I can hardly stay on my feet.

You're sick of him.

I'm sick of myself.

It's... Well, it's a perfect...

Well, you know, it's a...

You know.

Look at you.

You're educated and intelligent.

You should be working
to reconcile us all,

but you do nothing.

Yelena...

..I need you...

..to reconcile me to myself

before I can even think
of doing any of that.

Stop that.

Take your hand away, go away.

Maria?

She's asleep.

There's a girl.

She's under the wall.

It's... It's really more her
expression than anything else.

If I give her my hand,
I won't be able to leave.

Soon the rain will pass
and everything will be clean.

Everything will breathe again.

Well, I'll...
I'll still be stuck here.

Day, night -
what's the difference, hmm?

It's all the same to me now.

Now that I've wasted my life,

wasted my love
in all the wrong places.

It's like the sun
shining down a deep, dark hole...

..utterly pointless.

Vanya, you know what happens every
time you start talking to me

about love?

No, tell me.

I feel completely dead.

Well, that's not good.

Yes.

I never know what to say to you.

HE SIGHS

Goodnight.

Yelena, do you know what kills me?

Shall I tell you?

I... I don't care
if my life amounts to nothing.

It makes no difference to...
to anyone.

But to watch you
wasting your life...

Vanya, you're drunk. So what?!

God, please get off me.
Go and find the doctor.

Where is he?

In my room. Drinking?

Oh, excellent. And what good
does drinking do either of you?

Hmm? Kills the days?

Oh, wonderful!

You were so much nicer
when you never drank.

You never went around
so sad as you do now.

It wears us all out.

Yelena.
SOBS: What?

You don't even know
how wonderful you are.

Vanya, I asked you to stop.

You're doing it on purpose now.

This is nothing.

Our conversations
always end like this.

I met her ten years ago,
when she was 17,

and I was only 37.

I should have proposed to her then.

She probably would've said yes.

She wouldn't have known any better.

She'd be my wife now.

A storm would wake her up
and she'd come looking for me.

I'd take her in my arms
and say, "Ssh.

"I'm here.

"It's only a storm."

These are the kind of thoughts
that swirl around my head

incessantly, now that I'm old.

She doesn't understand
a word I'm saying.

She gets into these long-winded
arguments, lecturing me,

as if I'm somehow to blame
for all the dreadful things

in her world.

Her husband...

..the professor.

I worked like an ox
to keep him going,

to keep his money coming in.

We've squeezed everything
out of this estate.

Me and Sonya.

Vegetable oil, dried peas.

You name it, we sold it.

We kept nothing for ourselves.

We were proud of his position,
you see.

Made us all feel like somebody.

We lived and breathed for him,
to tell you the truth.

And now, here he is, back.

Not a penny to his name.

And not one page of
anything he's ever written

is read by anyone.

He's nothing, a...

..a soap bubble.

HE POPS

HE LAUGHS

I was cheated out of my life
for that!

For nothing.

And the funny thing is...

..I always thought
I was cleverer than him.

THUNDER RUMBLES

Oh, just play something,
for God's sake!

If you promise to keep
your voice down,

I'll play very quietly.
He won't play.

I'm not really able to play well,
you know.

What are you always carrying

that bloody thing around
with you for, then?

It was my father's.
It's an affectation, really.

Bloody hell. Well, then,
I beg to...play something.

All alone, Vanya?

No ladies?

# No bed for the master... #

Yes!

# No moon in the sky... #

That's all right.

# Oh, my love,
won't you open the door?

# Your mother is sleeping

# The lamb's in the fold... #

HE GARGLES IN TUNE

# And the mountains
do call to the clouds. #

Come on!

No, no.

BOTH: # No bed for the master

# No moon in the sky

# Oh, my love,
would you open the door?

ALL: # No bed for the master

# And the mountains do call
to the clouds. #

Hey! Ah! Hoo-hoo!

THEY LAUGH

I'd almost fallen asleep.

Bloody rain woke me up.

HE HOWLS

HE ROARS

What time is it? The devil knows.

I thought I heard Yelena's voice.

She's gone.

Oh.

I've seen what you mean, by the way.

About what?

Her eyes.

THEY LAUGH AND CHEER

Right.

Amphetamines.

Morphia.

Prescriptions from everywhere -

Kharkov, Moscow.

Do you think the professor's
putting it on?

No, no, no. He's sick.

What has got you so miserable today?

Nothing.

It's such sweet torture, hmm?

To love another man's wife.

We're not in love.

We're friends.

Friends?!

Already?

What?

Well, the woman can only become
a man's friend in this order.

First, acquaintance.

Second, lovers.

And only after that, friends.

Oh!
You're such a bloody...vulgarian.

That's true....

..when I drink.

Because, then, all of you,

all my friends, and all my patients
appear to me as mere

insignificant insects.

Mere microbes.

Waffles, play something else,
for Christ's sake.

We're going to wake the whole house.
Just play something.

You will be quiet? Yes, I promise.

Vanya...

What?

There's no brandy left.

When dawn breaks,

I say we head over to my place.

You can stay with me, Vanya.

I've got this new medical assistant

who brews his own spirits.

He never says, "All right?"

He can only say,

COCKNEY: .."All right?"

THEY LAUGH

He's a total reprobate.

They say he killed someone
in a card game.

"All right?" "All right."

He says, as he leads me astray.

"All right?"

I say,
"I am very far from all right."

"All right?" All right.

Where's he going?

# I'm all right

# All right

# All right. #

Yeah, yeah.

Oh...

Oh...

Excuse me.

I appear to have forgotten my...

All right?

All right?

All right?

Ah!

Drunk with the doctor again?

You're like two sad, old tramps.

It's horrible.

The hay's been cut.

Nothing's been baled.

The whole lot is getting
soaked in the storm.

And...you're in here.

You leave me to do everything.

Why are YOU crying?

No, it's...

You look so like your mother.

My poor sister!

Where is she now, huh?

SOBS: Dead.

If only she knew.

Knew what?

I don't know.

Were you looking for me?

Don't let my uncle drink any more.

I give you my word.

LAUGHING: There's nothing to drink.

I'm going home now, anyway.

It's raining. Wait till it's bright.

We can have breakfast.

The storm's going right over.

And, please, don't ask me to come
and visit your father any more.

I tell him it's gout,
he says it's rheumatism.

I ask him to lie down,
he gets up and goes hiking.

SHE LAUGHS

Today, he wouldn't even speak to me.

He's just spoiled.

Would you like something to eat?

Yes, I would, actually.

Night-time snacks are my favourite.

There's usually something in here.

My father has always had
great success with women.

His whole life.

And they've all spoiled him.

Look. Cheese.

Oh!

Mm. Mm.

BOTH SPEAK AT ONCE

Sorry.

No, I just realised, I haven't
eaten anything for two days.

You know...

..there's no-one here that I can
speak frankly with, Sonya.

You're the only one.

Your Uncle Vanya,
he's depressed, you know.

Your father, your grandmother.
God, your stepmother, too.

I don't know how you do it.

I would suffocate.

What about my stepmother? Hmm?

You said my stepmother, Yelena.

Yelena.

Oh, don't get me wrong.
She's beautiful.

Stunning.

But everything about a person
should be beautiful -

not just the face, their thoughts,

their soul should be beautiful.

I mean, she is beautiful.

She is, but, Jesus Christ,

all she does is eat and sleep,

and she takes no responsibility
for anything,

and that's... What?

Hm.

Maybe I'm being too severe.

Who am I to judge a creature
like that?

No. Oh, I'm just getting old.

Me and Vanya, two grumpy old men
now, fed up with life.

You're not fed up with life.

Well, not life, but this...

..horrible, provincial...

Bleurgh!
SHE CHUCKLES

..life.

I absolutely despise this kind
of life.

But your personal life...

My personal life.
HE CHUCKLES

Oh, God knows there's nothing
to speak of there.

You know how...

..if ever you've been lost
in the woods at night

and you suddenly see a...

..light in the distance, and...

..you strike out for it, and you
don't notice, or you don't care

about the prickly branches
in your face,

you just...go straight towards it.

That's how it is for me, working.

I'll, work, and work, and work,

and I get stabbed by all the...

There's no light any more.

I never expect anything, really.
For myself, I mean.

And is there no-one?

Well, there's the peasants,

they're all afraid of me,

and all the supposed intelligentsia.

I don't bother with them any more.

They all sidle up behind
you, and they say,

"Oh, he's a bit strange, isn't he?"
SHE GIGGLES

"He's a vegetarian."

It's always in the forest and they
don't know what to call you.

So, they just label you
some bloody psychopath.

No, please. No more.
What's wrong?

It really doesn't suit you,
you know.

You normally have such
a lovely, gentle voice.

You're not like anyone else
I've ever met.

Oh, Sonya.
You know what I mean.

You're not like ordinary men

who go about drinking
and playing cards.

You hate to see people destroying
things,

and yet you destroy yourself.

I'm asking you not to.

I will never drink again.

Are you giving me your word on that?

My word of honour.

All right. Right.

THEY CHUCKLE

Well, thank you.
Well, that's it. I'm...sober now.

And that is the way
I will stay until I die.

Although, it's probably
too late for me now.

I've worked myself too hard.

No feelings.

HE WHIMPERS

I lost a patient, Sonya.

During Lent.

He died under the chloroform.

You know, the funny thing is...

..I... Yes.

Uh.

Mikhail?

Say, if I had a friend,

or a younger sister, and say that...
Say that you found out

that she was in love with you.

Well, what would you...

What I mean is, would you do...

I wouldn't DO anything.

I would just tell her that I...
I couldn't love her.

You know?

I can't even think straight
any more, I'm going to go.

Come here.

Thanks for the grub...
SHE CHUCKLES

..and the hospitality, and...

You are such a lovely girl, Sonya.

Really.

You are. What?

Nothing.

What?

Nothing!

Thank you.

All right?

Just...

Thank you.

That's all.

Right, I'm going to go out
this way because if I run into

your Uncle Vanya I will
never get home. Wait.

SHE CHUCKLES

Goodnight.

SHE SIGHS

He gives me nothing.

He never does.

But I'm so happy.

Every time I see him.

Oh.

Oh, I said, "You're so intelligent."

"You have such a nice voice."

What must he think?

"If I had a sister who liked you."

Oh.

Oh.

What an idiot.

And, of course, when he talks
about love,

he immediately mentions Yelena.

Of course.

Last Sunday, coming out of
the church,

I was behind these two old women
who didn't know I was there.

"Did you see Sonya Alexandrovna?"
they said.

"Oh, she is a nice girl, but it's
such a pity about her face."

Where's the doctor?

He's gone. Oh.

Sonya? Hmm?

How much longer do you plan
to be like this with me for?

Like what?

Like this.

This way... I'm not being any way
with you. What way?

All right.
It doesn't matter.

I just want us to make up.

That's what I want.

Good. Thank God.

So is Papa asleep?

No, of course he's not,
and he's in his room.

He's not speaking to me now, so...

Who's this for?

Mikhail, the doctor.

He hadn't eaten all day.

Why don't we have some wine?

Yes.

Drink a toast to each other.

Share a glass. Right, you go.

I have been trying to make
it up with you, you know?

I just felt too ashamed. Somehow.

Hey. No, that's all right.

Don't cry.

No, it's fine. It's just me.

Oh, no.

Now I'm crying.

Oh, God...

I know why you're angry with me.

It's perfectly understandable.

You think I married your father
so that I could get ahead.

No, no. No, no, no.
It's all right.

It's what everybody thinks.

But I swear to God, I married
him because I loved him.

And, of course, I was attracted
to him because he was famous,

and respected.
Of course, all of that,

and, yes, I thought that was love.

I mean, now I know. But at the time,
I thought it was real love.

So please don't blame me.

Oh. No, you've given me that
punishing look

since the day we got married.
Let's just forget about it.

No, no, no, you really shouldn't
give people that look, Sonya.

You have no idea
how crushing it is

if you don't think someone believes
you, it's actually impossible

to live, actually.

I'm sorry.

I want to be friends.

But, honestly, are you happy?

Of course I'm not happy.

And would you be happier,
do you think,

if your husband was younger?
SHE LAUGHS

Of course I would.
Don't be so bloody naive.

Oh, go on.

Ask me anything. Anything you like.

All right. Oh!

Do you like the doctor?

The doctor?

That's where we're going, is it?

Yes, very much.

And I know how much you do.

Oh, I have that stupid look
on my face, do I?

Oh, I get it whenever
he's here.

And when he's gone,
I can still hear him.

I can smell him.

I stare out into the night
and I can see him standing there.

Plain as day.

You don't think anyone
can hear, do you?

No. We can go to my room. Here.

This is really embarrassing.

So, what do you think of him, then?
Tell me something.

What can I tell you?

Well, you see how clever he is.

All the things he can do.

There's...
There's nothing he can't do.

He works with his hands. Mm.

He heals people, and the forest.

Well, that's because he's...

It doesn't matter what he does,
whether it's the forest,

or medicine, or... He has talent.

He has insight. Yes. His mind is
free to imagine. That's right.

So that when he when he...
When he plants a sapling,

he already visualises
a fully grown tree,

and he understands what that means
to someone's future happiness.

I know.

Can you imagine how horrible
his life must be?

He has all that potential,
and how does he spend his day?

Trudging through impassable mud
on the road,

vast distances in...in blizzards,
arriving too late

to help some poor, doomed soul
in some shed somewhere.

God, no wonder he drinks,
he's had 30 years of it.

I know.

I'd love to see you happy.

See you both happy.
THEY LAUGH

I've given up on it for myself. You?

I'm just, um...

..a footnote at the end of your
father's life.

There are no happy endings
down in the footnotes -

just optional details, like...

Why are you smiling?

I'm sorry, it's just the doctor.

THEY LAUGH

I'm sorry. Come here.

Oh, I would love to play something.

Oh, do. Do! Please do. Should I?

We're never going to go to
sleep now. Play something!

OK, well, just ask your father
if it's all right, will you?

Music always gets on his nerves
when he's sick. He won't mind.

No, no. Ask him. Just to be sure.

He says no.

Sonya? Mm? What's the time?

Four minutes since the last
time you asked me.

Quarter to one. Quarter to one.

Quarter to one.

Quarter to one.

It's a quarter to one.

15 minutes until we hear why
the distinguished professor

has instructed us all to gather
in the drawing room.

He has something he wishes
to announce to the world

at one o'clock. Something about
his business affairs.

His business affairs? What...
What business affairs? Uncle?

What?

Look at her.

She's practically falling
off that piano stool.

Someone should paint her and
call it "Lazy Afternoon."

"A Lazy Lady's Life."

"Lady With A Life That's Lazy

"Playing The Piano On A Sunday

"After..." Oh, shut up, Vanya.

It's your bloody voice
droning on and on.

How can I help it?

I'm surprised you don't talk
yourself to sleep.

Oh, God, I'm actually dying of
boredom.

I can feel it in here.

What the hell is one supposed to do
with oneself around here?

There's nothing... I could find
you plenty to do. Like what?

There's a million things
that need doing.

Oh, yes. Farm work.

Or teaching.

Children for miles around here
can't read or write, you know?

No. No, thank you.

Help the old people.

The sick people.

Uncle Vanya and I used to always
enjoy going to the market

to sell flour.
That's something we could...

Sell flour? I don't know
how to do any of that.

Only people in books go out
and teach beggars how to read,

and feed the sick peasants.

Do you really think that's me?

It could be you.

You haven't even tried.

I bet children would love you.

Don't lose heart.

Yelena.

I know it's hard - you don't know
what to do. But... But look,

we're all doing it to each other.

It's contagious.

Uncle Vanya here is
all but retired, it seems,

and I'm no better.

Here's me hiding in with both
of you, avoiding work,

looking for idle chat.

And even the doctor.

He's practically abandoned
his practice.

We used to be lucky to see him once
a month. Now he's here...every day.

And forests be damned.

I think you've put a spell
on him, actually. Me?

Absolutely, she's right.

You know, I-I-I have a feeling you
have mermaid blood in your veins.

You lure sailors onto the rocks,
and we're all drowning

in your waters.

So why don't you let yourself
go for once in your life?

Oh, shut up, Vanya.
Let yourself go, huh?

Let yourself go for once
in your life, huh?

Let yourself go.

Let yourself go.
SHE CHUCKLES

I know what you're thinking.

Really?
In a world full of ugliness,

why did God choose me
to be so handsome?

SHE LAUGHS
That's exactly what I was thinking.

That's because you deserve it.

You deserve to be handsome.

Oh, I just can't help it.

We should have a ball here.

Proper dancing, proper music.

And invite who, exactly?

I don't know! Someone interesting.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Watch it. What?

You look at me once
too often like that.

Like what?

Look at me like that.

SHE SCOFFS

And I-I-I was only joking.

You're...
You're not a mermaid at all.

You're a giant squid.

And as a token of peace
and harmony, I...

I shall bring you the last
roses from the garden.

Sad roses.

Autumn roses.

"Sad roses. Autumn roses."

FROM OUTSIDE: I heard that.

September already.

How are we going to live through
a whole winter here?

Where's the doctor?

He's in Uncle Vanya's room
working on his maps.

I need to ask you something.
What about? What about?

What about? You know what about.

I know

I'm so ugly.

You are not ugly.

I am! Of course you're not.

You have lovely hair,
such expressive eyes...

Lovely hair? ..such beaut...

Nice teeth.

People only say that kind of
thing to women who aren't...

You know I've been in love
with the doctor for six years.

More than I ever loved
my own mother.

I can hear his voice.

I feel his hands squeezing mine.

Every time I look at the door,
I expect HIM to come in.

And when he actually arrives,
it's like he doesn't even see me.

I pray every night for some change,
and then the next day I go up to him

and I look into his eyes,
and we start talking, but...

I mean...

I hate myself.

Stop it. No.

Last Sunday, even Uncle Vanya took
me aside to ask me what was wrong.

I said, "I have a cold.
I'll be all right."

But everyone knows.
Well, they must know.

So HE must know? The doctor?

I don't think he's ever noticed.

Well, he's an unusual man.

Look, let me speak with him.

No, no, no, no, no.
I'll be careful.

I won't... I won't say anything,
but I'll find out.

He won't... He won't even notice
I'm doing it,

but we have to know - yes or no.

And if it's a no

he'll have to stop coming here.

And it would be easier, then,
not seeing him every day. Hm?

Go and get him.

He wanted to show me some chart,
or map, or something.

Tell him it suits me now. And you'll
tell me exactly what he says?

The whole truth. Whatever it is.

It's got to be better than
the uncertainty you live with now.

Yes.

Yes.

I'll tell him you want
to see his charts.

But sometimes uncertainty
and not knowing is something.

That can be better than...

Really?

No.

No.

I'll get him.

She tells me her deepest secret.

But there's nothing I can do.

And there's no-one in the world
that can help

because he simply
isn't in love with her.

I mean, you could say,
"Well, why doesn't he just bloody

"marry her anyway?" At his age
he'd be lucky to have Sonya.

She's bright, she's... She's clever,
she's good at the accounts.

She hasn't a bad bone in her body.

But it's not about any of
that, is it? She just...

She just wants him to love her.

And, you know, I can see it,

you know, from her point
of view, living here,

surrounded by all these grey blobs,

with all their pointless breakfasts,

and sleepwalking, and napping and...

Into this, arrives someone so...

..different, and so alert,
and alive and...

..so handsome.

And interesting, and attractive.

It's like waking up to find the moon
rising in your bedroom window.

Of course you lose yourself in him.

It's even happened to me. A little.

It's perfectly understandable.

It's so boring when he's gone.

You can't help smiling a little at
the thought of his return. He's...

He's funny. He says different
things, unexpected things.

Who wouldn't find that attractive?

Uncle Vanya says I have mermaid
blood in my veins.

"Let yourself go.

"For once in your life."

Maybe I should.

Fly away from all these sleepy
faces and forget I was ever here.

SHE WHIMPERS

But, of course, I'm far too
much of a coward for that.

The doctor comes here every day now.
I know why he comes.

I should have fallen to my knees in
front of Sonya just now and begged

for her forgiveness.
I know why he comes.

"Sad roses.

"Autumn roses."

Hello.

Hello.

You promised you'd show me.

I'm no artist.
No, no, I'd like to see.

All right. Well, you've been warned.

Where were you born?
Petersburg. You study there?

Yes. Music.
At the Conservatoire?

Yes.

Well, that's impressive.

I doubt any of this will be
that interesting for you.

Oh, no. It's just I know so little
about really living in the country.

I mean, I've read so many books.
I love it but I've never actually...

Well, the reality is a little
more...

Real? Yes.

Vanya lets me work here.

I keep all my gear in his room.

And when I get exhausted - I mean,
on the point of total collapse -

I throw everything in a bag and come
out here and work on these.

Vanya and Sonya are so good.

They indulge me. Aw.

They click away,
counting on their abacuses,

doing their accounts,

and I sharpen my pencils,

and we all sit in silence together,

and I do these.

I always feel so warm and content.

It's a simple pleasure, really.

I don't do it often -
maybe once a month.

The mapping.
SHE CHUCKLES

It's beautiful.

So, anyway, this represents
the whole area.

This is us here. Where?

Right here, see?

Oh, yes, there we are.

So the dark green and the light
green - forest.

Half of this map is forest,

and anywhere you see

these different-coloured lines,

there are wild elk, horses,
wild cats... Oh?

Oh, not very big, but...

Bears, antelope, exotic birds,

a whole cosmos of creatures. Really?

Oh, yes, and these crosses here,

these are the old hamlets

and villages, small farmsteads,

and right here....

Well, that's where all
the heretics used to gather.

Practise the old religion.

They're all gone now.

So, blue lines here -

horned cattle, wild horses.

This is all 100 years ago, right?

We are looking at the past here.

Now, look.

This is 25 years ago,

and two thirds
of the forest is gone.

No wild goats, some elk,

very little blue here at all,

but I will keep
going because this...

This is the present.

This is now.

HE SIGHS

I mean, there's some green.

Not much.

All of the elk have disappeared.

No swans now, no grouse.

All of the old settlements are gone.

No farms, no monasteries, no mills.

In other words, this is a picture

of steady, irreversible decline.

Ten more years and the destruction
will be complete.

You say, "Well, that's progress.

"Nothing stays the same. No point
wanging on about the good old days."

And, yes, that's fine,

if in place of the ruined forests,
we were seeing decent roads

with schools, and better-educated,
healthier people.

But, look...

There's nothing of the sort.

It's...swamps, mosquitoes,
mud trucks,

typhus, diphtheria,

the same old backbreaking struggle
for existence, stagnation and decay.

Who could take responsibility
for anything

when they're sick and hungry?

If you're trying to save
your child from pain and cold,

you will snatch at anything that
might keep you warm for a few hours,

not realising that you're destroying
this very habitat that sustains us

all, because you can't
think about the future.

Who has time for that?
That is a luxury.

Ah! I can see from your face

that I have alarmed you, that's...
Oh, no, no. It's not that.

I mean, it's obviously
terrible and it's just...

My mind is... Of course. No, no,
I wanted to ask you about something

and I'm finding it difficult
to know where to begin.

Ask me about what?
No, it's really harmless.

Sit down.

Actually, no, you don't have
to sit down. It's not that.

Look, I...

I know this young person and...

Look, I'm just going to be
really honest with you

and, like two friends, we can
have this chat, all right?

And then we just forget
we ever spoke about it.

All right? All right.

This matter concerns
my stepdaughter, Sonya.

Do you like her? Yes or no?

Of course I do. No, of course,
but do you like her...

..as a woman?
What do you mean, "as a woman"?

You haven't noticed
anything over time?

No. Should I?

All right, you don't love Sonya.
Listen...

She is in agony about this,

so it would be better if you
stopped coming by so often.

It's... Are you serious? ..too much.

Bloody hell.

Look...my days for all that
carry-on are over and, anyway,

even if they weren't,
I wouldn't be able to...

Where would I find the time for
all that? Oh, my God, this is

such an unpleasant and embarrassing
conversation. Thank God it's over.

Now, let's... Let's forget it.

The weight has lifted
and you should go.

You're an intelligent person.
I know you understand.

I understand.
This is so uncomfortable.

If you had said all of this to me
a month or two ago,

things were... I mean, I probably
could have given it some thought,

but things have...

I mean...why do you ask me all this?

What do you mean? I mean, why now?

I don't... You think you're
being clever. No, I don't!

All right. All right.

Suppose Sonya is suffering because
of me. What is that to you?

How can you ask me that?!
Look, I am too old.

I have seen too much.

You can't pretend you don't know.
Doctor,

I asked you here... I begged
myself not to return,

yet here I am. Every day,
I am hardly ever at home.

I've given up everything else,
so please don't pretend it doesn't

give you any satisfaction
to see me like this.

Of course, we all like
to see you, Doctor.

What do you mean,
"see you like this"?

This - like some...helpless animal
lost in the woods at night.

But the fox knows exactly
where I am. What fox? You.

And there it is.

There's nothing more I can say,
but than you knew that

before I stepped in the room, before
you sent for me. I didn't send

for you. Yes, you did! Oh, my God,
you're out of your mind.

Suddenly now you're shy.
No, I'm not shy. I'm just not

what you take me for. It's all
right, it's all right.

I am leaving and I won't come
back here. But, please, tell me

where we can go before somebody
comes. Just tell me.

You know I am mad about you. Listen,
listen. I swear I didn't ask you

here. My God! Look at you.
That's enough, now. That's enough.

You've forgotten yourself.
Tell me where we can meet.

You know it's inevitable.
Doctor. We must see each other.

I'm begging you, please. No, no.

You have to go.
Tomorrow, two o'clock.

Say yes.

Say you'll come.

Oh, my goodness.

It's all right.

Ivan.

How are you today?

You know, this weather is nowhere
near as bad as it should be.

It was overcast this morning.
I thought, "Oh, we'll have rain."

But, look, the sun is shining.
Perfect autumn day.

The crops will be in great nick.

The only trouble is
the days are getting shorter

and there is nothing
we can do about that.

Vanya,

promise me that you will do
everything that you can to make

sure that myself and my
husband leave here today.

Do you hear me, Vanya?
Please tell me that you will help.

APPROACHING CHATTER
I have to leave today. Oh!

Three days - my head, my tummy.

Where the hell is everyone?

I hate this house -
it's like a damned maze.

26-room. Anyone wanders off,

you don't see them for days.

Someone ask Maria Vasilyevna
and Yelena Andreyevna to come in.

I'm here. Oh, good. Right, then.

Everyone, please sit down.

What did he say?
I'll tell you later.

It wasn't good. He's not coming
any more - that's it, isn't it?

One can always come to terms
with ill health.

You want to know
what will really kill you?

BELL TOLLS
Boredom. I feel like I've fallen

out of the bottom of the Earth
and landed on some alien planet.

Sit down, everyone, please.

Sonya.

Sonya! Can't she hear me?

Nana. Nana! You, too. Nana.

Ladies and gentlemen,

friends,

Romans,

Russians,

lend me your ears.

Ha! What's that from, Waffles?

What? What's that from?
What's what from?

I'm assuming you probably
won't need me, so I'll...

No, no, on the contrary,
Ivan Petrovich, this concerns you.

Please, sit.

What business of yours
could possibly concern me?

Vanya, I've offended
you in some way.

Have I annoyed you, somehow?

If I have, please forgive me.

No, just stop being so bloody
condescending.

What do you want?

Sorry, sorry.

And, at last, here is Maman.

I shall begin.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have
invited you all here today

in order to inform you that
the government inspector

is coming to visit us.
The government inspector!

That's a joke. Nana!
It's a joke! Nana, sit down!

However...

..joking aside,

I've gathered you all here today

to ask for your help and advice

and, knowing as I do
your customary kindness,

I hope that I may receive it.

I am a man of learning, of books.

I've always been a stranger
to the practical life.

I can't survive without...

..advice from people in the know.

And so I ask you, Ivan Petrovich...

..and you, too, Ilya Ilich,
and you, too, Maman,

for your views on this.

The fact is
manet omnes una nox -

that is, one night awaits us all.

I'm old...

..and sick.

I need to put my affairs
regarding my property in order.

I'm not thinking of myself -
my life is already over -

but I have a young wife
and an unmarried daughter.

I must think of them.

All right, here it is.

It has become impossible for me

to continue living in the country.

I was not created for the country.

I can't work here. I'm blocked up.

I have always said this.
I just can't.

I know. You need the movement
and bustle of the city.

I know. The salons and
the intrigue and the gossip.

I know, Maman, you know me
better than I know myself.

I know, and there it is.

But to live in the city
on the means that we receive

from this estate is impossible.

So...what to do?

If, for example, we sold the forest,
we get a lump sum.

We live in the city for a year on
the proceeds - for a year or two.

But once it's sold,
it's gone and the money's gone.

So we need, therefore, to seek out

measures that will provide us all

with a constant, eternal
and fixed income

going forward, and for
the rest of our lives.

I have therefore devised
just such a measure

and I have the honour to submit it
for your consideration.

I'm not going to bamboozle
you with financial detail.

I'll just spell it out in general.

Our estate yields no
more than 2% per annum.

If, however,
we liquidate our assets -

ie, the whole estate -

and convert it into cash - hm? -
which can then be converted

into stocks and shares -

ie, ploughed into
the stock exchange -

I mean, really forcefully,
really rammed in there -

according to my calculations,
we will easily receive

4%, or even 5%, per annum,

notwithstanding a lump sum
of some 1,000 rubles,

which I will retain in order
to purchase a modest villa

in Finland,
simply so that I may continue

my work there in the holidays,

and to which, of course, you would
all be most welcome to visit.

I hope that goes without saying.

Now, what do you think?

Wait a minute, I think my
hearing must be failing.

Can you repeat what you just said?

Convert the money
into stocks and shares

with the excess remaining
buy a villa in Finland.

No, not the bit about Finland.

I got that. There was, er...
There was something else you said.

Well, it's quite simple, Vanya,
I propose to sell the estate.

That's the bit -
sell the estate. Excellent.

What a brilliant idea.

Oh, and what would you
have me, my mother,

Nana and Sonya here
do with ourselves?

That's what we're all here
to discuss.

What do you suppose
I'm doing here? Right.

But... Bear with me a moment,
because, up until now,

I was under the impression that
this estate belonged to Sonya.

My late father bought it as
a dowry for my sister Vera,

therefore, under the law,

this estate passed
to her daughter Sonya.

Yes, under the LAW, if you want to
be pedantic about it, of course,

the estate belongs to Sonya.
No-one's disputing that. Right.

I'm proposing that this is
done for Sonya's benefit.

Right, because I'm-I'm struggling
to understand this.

Although, in fairness, I must admit,

I may have lost my reason
some time ago.

Jean, please,
don't contradict Alexandr.

Who else among us has his learning?

See, who else can know
what's best for us?

If that's what the professor
decides, it's settled.

We need to be practical.

I need a drink of water.

Getting agitated won't help anyone,
Vanya.

I'm not saying my plan is ideal.

I wish we didn't have to do it.

If there's a unanimous objection,

I may be obliged to reconsider.

But that's what we need
to ascertain.

Right. Your Excellency?

I think I might be of some
assistance here.

My brother Gregory Ilich's wife's
brother... Perhaps you know him -

Constantine Lakedemonoff.

He holds a Master's degree
from Tubingen.

The question of unanimity is one
he holds in great regard.

You are absolutely correct.
Hold on a minute, Waffles,

because we're discussing
business, now.

The philosophy can wait.

Actually, no. Here, ask him,

because he'll tell you this estate
was bought from his uncle.

Ask him what? Well, because he'll
tell you the estate was bought

for 95,000 rubles.

My father paid 70,000 down
with the remaining debt of 25.

The only way that this estate
could be afforded

was if I renounce my inheritance.

This is correct. So I signed away my
share in favour of my late sister -

your first wife -
whom I passionately loved,

all right? -
to make it all possible.

And, what's more, I then stupidly
worked like a dog

for the next 20 years
to pay off the debt.

So, in actuality, my share of
this estate cost me double

what it would have
cost anybody else.

And yet I still have absolutely
nothing on paper to show for that.

Nothing!

And you propose to sell
it out from under me?

I regret that I started
this discussion.

The only reason that this estate
is free of debt

is because of my personal efforts.

I'm the only reason it's actually
worth selling at all.

Except now that I'm too old
to do anything about it,

I'm going to get
thrown out on my ear!

Is this just wilful
misunderstanding?

Or what are you saying?

I'm saying that for
25 fucking years...

Jean! ..I have managed this estate,

I've sent you more money
than any land agent would have,

and I've raised your daughter
for you in your absence.

And, in all that time, you
haven't ever once thanked me.

Stop this now!

AND! AND in all that time,

and even now, I never received
more than 200 rubles a year.

200 rubles a year.

Children in the city get
more pocket money than that.

And it never crossed your mind
to add so much as a ruble more.

Vanya, for Christ's sake,

how was I to know?

You could have had more if you
wanted - as much as you'd need.

I would never have known. You mean,
why didn't I steal the money?

Why didn't I have the initiative
to pilfer the account?

Well, I realise now that's
what I should have done.

That would have been the right
thing to do,

because then I wouldn't be
a beggar now,

facing the street! Jean!

No-one is facing the street.

Vanya, my old pal,
don't do this to yourself.

Everything can be discussed.

Oh, look, my hand's shaking, too!

Let's all have a cup of tea.

We can all discuss... 25 years
stuck in here like a rat running

around a pipe.
Still living with my mother.

Never going anywhere. This is
irrelevant! Blue in the face

telling Sonya what a great man
you are, how frightfully busy

you must be with your books
and your works and your fame.

All those nights we should
have been resting, or meeting

people, or being sociable,
or just having some time

on our own, when we wasted
them away! God! God,

when I think of it! Don't, Vanya,
don't - it's not worth it.

I don't understand what
it is you want.

But we've all been duped,
haven't we?

That you were some form
of higher being

who understood more than
we could ever see.

Well, my eyes have been opened
a long time, now, mate!

I see it all.
Oh, yes, of course you do.

Yes, I do. And what is it,

pray tell, that you see? What great
insight have you to impart

to the world?
Oh, it's very simple.

You lecture everybody about art,

about politics,

about life, about people.

But you don't have the faintest
understanding about art or real

people. The way real people think
and feel and need to be loved.

All those years, I-I struggled
to read your essays,

thinking I was stupid, because
I couldn't make sense of them.

Well, I realise now
you were just having us on!

This is pointless. There's no
point talking to him like this.

I'll be in my room.
Oh, no, no, no.

You don't get away that easily.
You've ruined my life!

THEY SHOUT OVER EACH OTHER

He's destroyed me!

What in God's name
do you want from me, man?

What do you want me to do
about your life?

What life?

You think this estate is yours?

Why don't you take it? Have it.
You think I need it?

I'll be gone in a few years.
I have no need of it.

What are you talking about?

It's not even yours to give.
I am leaving right now,

do you hear me? I can't do this.

Stop it, both of you!

If I'd just gone on
and lived a normal life,

continued with my writing,

I could have been
another Dostoyevsky,

another Schopenhauer.
Oh, yes, of course.

Mama! Mama, what am I going to do?

You will listen to the professor.

We all live under sufferance.

I'm not going to beg.

Listen, no-one has to beg
for anything.

This is a proposal, it's a
discussion. Yes, I know what it is.

Please, Vanya, some decorum.

Decorum? Decorum, yes, decorum.

To think that you had the good
fortune to be born a man, a human

being with agency and respect.

And what have you done with it?
Sweet damn all.

What I wouldn't have done
with that FREEDOM!

The time to pull up your boots
and fight for your rights

was long before this.

That day is long past.

So you choose to blame
everybody else.

But you're too vain
to even see that.

So don't ask me what to do.
I don't know, I have no idea.

SHE SOBS

No, no, it's all right.
I know what to do.

I know what it is.

You think you can...just forget
about me, don't you?

Wash your hands of
all of us and be gone.

That's what you think, isn't it?

Another Schopenhauer?!

That's all we need.

I hear him, you know, every night -
I'm in the room right below him -

shouting in his sleep.

I offered him, "Move into a room
in the village. I'll pay for it."

"Move into one of the barns,"
I said to him.

"We'll fix it up." But, oh, no,
it's not good enough.

Nothing's good enough.
So that's it. I'm moving out.

It's done. It's settled. We have
to pack. We have to do it now.

Papa, please.

You don't understand.

Uncle Vanya - and me, too.

It's just that we're both...

I suppose it's just that neither
of us have ever had...

I can't help it if the man's
a nonentity, Sonya.

I didn't force him
to achieve nothing.

He managed that all by himself.
Papa, Uncle Vanya and Grandmama

and me, too, we...

We copied out your papers for you.

We... We translated them for you.

We... We corrected them.
No-one needed to correct them!

We annotated them.

We... We bound them
for publication.

I could have asked anyone to do
that. Why didn't you just...?

No, no! As soon as our estate work
was complete, all of us,

we were...we were...
We were straight back in here.

We wanted to! And the papers,

they were...
They were all over the floor.

And I'm not saying this
very well, but I'm asking

you to be compassionate.
Compassionate?

Yes. To show some compassion.

Don't tell me I don't
have compassion, Sonya.

It's too late.

We have to be practical.

No-one ever wants to face
the truth in this house.

That's... Alexandr, for God's sake,
go and explain it to him.

I've explained it. Jesus Christ!

Someone else needs to
explain it to him.

Sonya...you...

You do realise
I'm doing this for you, too?

You realise that, don't you?

You tell him - it's too late,

unless we all want to putrefy
together in this tomb.

Is that what he wants? Is that what
you want for yourself, Sonya?

Sonya. Don't make Sonya do it.

Go to Vanya.

ME go to him? Yes, you. Who else?
Just do it! Talk with him.

Don't get upset.

I'll explain it again,
if anyone thinks it will help.

I'll go to him.

Calm down. Be kind
and understanding, Alexandr.

Don't mind now, my little chook.

The geese go cack, cack, cack!

Nobody minds. So they stop.

They stop!

Look, your hands are shaking.

Oh, you feel as though
you've been out in the cold.

SHE CHUCKLES

Some lime-flower tea, raspberry tea?

Everything will be right as rain.

My...poor little orphan girl!

SHE SOBS

God is merciful.

All will be well, hm?

VOICES SHOUTING

And you say to them,
the silly geese...

GUNSHOT AND SCREAMING

Leave me alone! Vanya!
GUNSHOT

TRIGGER CLICKS
Vanya, please!

To hell with you!

To hell with you all!

Take me away from here!

Take me away or kill me but
I can't stay here!

Sonya.

Sonya!

What am I going to do? Oh!

MUSIC PLAYS

Where are they? No, I'm nearly done.

We're going to miss
our chance to say goodbye.

I said we've nearly finished.

Hold still.

Apparently, they're heading for
Kharkov. Kharkov, of all places!

They must be desperate. They are.

I heard her - Yelena -
shouting in the room.

Said she wouldn't stay here
a minute longer.

"Send for our things later,"
she said. What things?

Really!

It just wasn't meant to be -
their living here.

It wasn't predestined.

Or... Or else it...
No, it was predestined,

but this is what was predestined,
not that.

What are you talking about?

I can't stop talking when
I'm upset, you know that.

It's better for everyone.

He starts too many fights,
that one - the professor.

It's an absolute disgrace.

And that is all. Kharkov!

I hate Kharkov. And the people!

It's like the living dead.
Well, it's good enough for them.

And we can go back to the old
ways, Ilya Ilich.

Breakfast at six!
Ha. Lunch at noon

and, in the evening, we'll sit
down for a light supper.

Everything in its proper order,
again, the way normal people live,

like Christians live. Ha.

Oh, it's far too long since
we had noodles.

Noodles. Now you're talking.

What's the matter?

Um... What's that look for?

Oh, it's nothing. I...

I was just remembering something
the shopkeeper in the village said

to me this morning. Hm.

I had forgotten my wallet.

He was so rude about it.

"You always were a sponger,"
he said. What?!

Yeah, he said we were all spongers
up here, living off the work

of others. Said we should
all be thrown out.

It really hurt me the way
he said it.

I hope you put him in his place.

I was too embarrassed,
to tell you the truth.

Nobody came to my defence,
so I just left.

What an ignorant pig!

We are all living off
God's charity, anyway -

shopkeepers most of all.
How dare he?

None of us here has lived
an idle life.

Sonya never stopped. Vanya has
almost killed himself with work.

And you...

Where is Sonya? The last I saw
she was with the doctor,

looking for Vanya.

What did you do with the pistol?
Shh.

I broke it up.
I stashed it in the cellar.

It never happened, all right?
Of course.

It's unbelievable.

VANYA: Just leave me alone!

Out. Out! All right,
we're going, we're going!

Chook, chook, chook, chook!

I've asked you to leave me alone.

Listen, nothing would
give me more pleasure.

I'm not even supposed to be here.

But you have something
belonging to me.

And if you think... I don't have
anything of yours.

Vanya, I am keeping my temper.
I can't be here.

Do you understand me?

Now give me back
what you took and I'll be gone.

I don't have it. Whatever you
think I have, I don't have it.

Right, then, I am going nowhere.

If you force me to,
I will have to take it from you.

I mean, physically.

All right. I mean it. I will
tie you up and I search you.

Do what you want.

VANYA GRUNTS

I've been such a fool.

If I'd hit him,
it wouldn't be so bad,

but to miss him from
three feet away - twice!

You'd have had better
luck shooting yourself.

What's worse is no-one does
anything about it.

No-one attempts to arrest me.

They think I'm just
sick in my head,

that I'm... I'm pitiful.

I saw you with her.

In your arms. That's right.

And you know what I have to say
to you about that?

HE BLOWS A RASPBERRY

Mother Earth must be mad -
sustaining the pair of you!

Again, I say...
HE BLOWS A RASPBERRY

Anyway, don't flatter yourself,
nobody thinks you're mad.

Everybody just thinks
you're an idiot!

One who has been fatally
starved of love.

In other words,
you are completely normal.

This is worse than
any physical pain.

Shame!

What am I going to do now?

I mean...

..what the hell can I do?

There is nothing you can do.
Don't say that! Jesus Christ,

I'm 47 years old.

If I live till I'm 60, that's
another 12 years. 13. 13 years.

How am I going to live
through 13 years of this?

How do you fill up 13 years?

If only you could just wake up

some clear, tranquil morning

and everything, your whole past,
was forgotten and you could

start to lead a new life.
Oh, come on, Vanya!

What new life?
You don't get a new life.

Old codgers like you and me,

we are stuck here - now.
This is our life.

Our situation is hopeless.

Don't say that!
I'm only telling you the truth.

Will you give me something
for my head?

It's going like a crank.
I said stop it, Vanya!

Right. No, no.

Listen, listen.

In 100 or 200 years,

this is what I always think about.

I think about the people...

..100 years from now.

They'll have figured it all out
and they'll be looking back on us

and they'll say, "How sad it is
to think that all these people

"were so unhappy."
But you and me, right now,

this is what we have to hope for.

Are you listening?

When you and I

and Ilya Ilich

and Nana, and your mum...

When we're all slumbering
in our graves,

we will be visited
by such pleasant visions,

we won't even realise
we're dreaming.

How nice will that be, eh?

You see, you and me...

..we are the only two intelligent
people who have ever

lived around here.

That's half our trouble.

And I really feel that in these
last - what? - ten years or so,

we've let this horrible,
provincial,

small, stupid life
out here really get in on us.

And it's killed us...

..in a way.

Hey, look at me.

Don't start distracting me with
all this yack, yack, yack.

Give me back what you took.

I haven't! Vanya,

you have taken a whole bottle
of morphine from my bag.

Now, if you really want to do
yourself in, walk out

into the forest and put a bullet
in your brain, but don't do it

with my medicine.
They'll think I gave it to you

and I'll be struck off.

It's enough that I'll have to
do your postmortem without it

being my last job. I don't have it.

I swear to God!

Sonya, I was supposed to have
been gone hours ago,

but your Uncle Vanya has taken
a bottle of morphine from my bag.

Now, it's already getting dark -
please, will you ask him to

give it back to me?
Give it back this minute.

Why would you frighten us like that?

Come on!

I'm at least as unhappy as you.

Probably even more so.

And I'm not giving up.

I'll endure it till the bitter end.

And I'm not doing it on my own.

So...you'd better hang on with me.

Or I'll kill you.

Uncle Vanya...

..for me...

..please give it back.

You'll give me something
to do, Sonya, hm?

You'll keep me busy? I promise.

As soon as everybody has gone,
we'll sit down to work,

just the two of us.

Same as always. All right?

We have an absolute ton of
invoices on every account.

We've never let it pile up
like this in our whole lives.

Right, well, I'd better...

Vanya, we're leaving.

Alexandr wants
to see you before we go.

Oh, God. Oh, do go. Vanya.

Make your peace with him.

Come on.

I'll go with you. Jesus Christ!

What a day.

Right, well, I'm... I'm leaving.

Don't go. No, you promised,
you promised you'd leave.

I am leaving now.

Please.

Don't take fright.

Is it really so terrible...

..to be loved?

Yes.

Stay one more day.
See me tomorrow. No.

Come to the forest.
No. It's already been decided.

But I will ask you one thing.

Please think better
of me than you do.

I am more than what you take me for
and I would like you to respect me.

Respect you?

How can I respect you?

You have no aim in life.

You do absolutely nothing
to occupy your attention,

so it may not be today or tomorrow,

but sooner or later you will have
to give in to this feeling.

It's inevitable.

Better that you give in to it here,
in the bosom of nature.

God, don't live
to regret everything

in a dump like Kharkov.

Out here, we have the forest,

all these quaint,
old rundown estates.

Out here, at least we can dream
we're in a Turgenev novel.

Oh, stop it, stop it.
Stop being so absurd.

God, you make me so angry,
Dr Astrov.

But, all the same,
I will remember you.

You are an interesting
and original person

and we'll never see
each other again.

So why bother keeping it a secret?

I was... I was actually quite
smitten with you...

..for a time.

So there we are.

Let's shake hands
and part as friends.

And remember me kindly, all right?

You know, it's so strange.

I look at you
and I see a well-intentioned,

warm-hearted person.

But everywhere you go,
you wreak havoc.

No, I don't. Yes, you do.

You don't mean to,

but no sooner do you arrive, than
everyone who was working here,

busy with something,
creating something,

everybody abandons everything
to attend to you and your husband

and your various dissatisfactions.
Oh, please!

Yes, both of you.

You have infected everybody
with your idleness.

Including me.

I haven't done a damned
thing this whole month.

People are sick.

The peasants have let their
animals graze on my land.

Everything that I planted
has been destroyed.

That's hardly my fault, Doctor.

You know, part of me wonders,

if you had stayed here...

..how long it would be
before our devastation

was total. No.

I'd be finished within a few months.

Well, there it is,

our revels now are ended.

I want to take something to
remember you by, Doctor. May I?

This pencil, is this
the one that you use?

Yes.

It's so strange, isn't it?
Just as we come to know each other,

suddenly we must never see
each other again.

It's the way with everything. Hm.

Will you allow me to kiss you?

WHISPERS: Before Uncle Vanya comes.

Just to say goodbye.

Is that all right?

Can I?

I wish you all the best.

SHE SOBS

There you are. Right.

Thank you.

Well, look, it's been decided.

We will all put
all of this behind us.

It's been a stressful time
and a stressful day.

I've been turning it all over in my
mind and, no doubt,

it's inspired me.

I feel a paper coming on,
Maria Vasilyevna.

A kind of guide as to how one
SHOULD live one's life.

How wonderful.

I have accepted Vanya's apologies.

And I...

I ask you to forgive me, too.

There it is. All right?

So we'll just go
back to the way it was?

I'll send you the same as before,

all right? And we'll... Goodbye.

All right? Maman.

Er... I mean is that all...
Alexandr, um,

have your photograph
taken in the city.

I want to see you both
looking fine and urbane,

and you make sure he does now.

Alexandr, what are we going to do?

Oh, Maman, it's all for the best.

Goodbye, Your Excellency.
Don't forget us, all right?

Listen.

I thank you all for the pleasure
of your company.

I do respect your way of
thinking and your enthusiasms

and your energy for things,

but permit an old man
one parting word...

..before he goes.

We must - all of us,
ladies and gentlemen -

we must be practical...

..and face up to
the practicalities NOW.

My best wishes to you all.

Probably never see you again.

Please forgive me. Vanya, I...
Lenochka!

Dear, sweet Vanya.

I tell you what, Waffles,

you couldn't bring my stuff
around, could you?

Er, of course.

You're not going out -
to see them off?

Oh, no, no.

I can't.

I just need to...

I just need something to do.

Well, that's it.

They're gone.

Professor's relieved, I'd say.

IMITATES GUNSHOT

You won't see him back here
for a very long time,

I shouldn't think. If ever.

They've gone.

They're gone.

Right. Uncle Vanya.

That's it.

There we are.

Right.

Thank you, Nana.

So, where were we?

January, February.

Feels like forever since
we sat here together.

Look, there's no ink.

They've gone.

Right, first thing, Vanya,

we can start by writing out

these ones.

We got a letter from
the factor this morning,

asking us for our invoices.

I can't believe none
of these have been sent.

Can you see?

Let's start here. You do one,
I'll do another, and so on.

Account in the name of... I feel
really sad now they're gone.

You know?

I'm ready for the hills.

Pens scratching in the silence.

The crickets are singing.

All is warm and cosy.

Ha! I just don't want to leave.

Right, well, all that's left
is to say goodbye.

Goodbye, table.

Goodbye, friends.

Why are you always
fussing about? Stay.

Sit down. I can't.
I have an obligation.

Leaves an outstanding balance of
two rubles, 75 kopeks. Doctor.

Ah, yes, that's er...
Let me give you a hand with this.

Oh. Thank you.

No, no, no!
I don't want to bend those!

Oh, right. I keep them rolled up -
it keeps them flat.

Oh, I see, I wasn't thinking.
Sorry about that.

I'm sorry. It's just, you know,
works in progress.

Well, I'll leave that to you, then.
Thank you, Waffles.

Right, well...
When will we see you again?

Well, I imagine it won't
be until next summer, now.

It's hardly possible in the winter.

Though, of course, if there's an
emergency, or if you should need me,

then just let me know and I'll...

I'll come.

Thanks for the meals

and the hospitality and...

Well...

Thanks for everything.

Cheerio, Nana.
Are you going without any tea?

I don't want anything, Nana, really.
A drop of vodka, then,

for the long road ahead.

Maybe. I knew, you see?

My old horse, Belka,
back at the stable at home,

she's gone lame.

Oh, no. Poor old Belka.

Mm. I'm not sure what
I'll do with her now.

Why don't you bring her
to the smith?

Yes, I'll have to. See what he says.

Ha, can't be helped.

Can you imagine the heat
in Africa right now, Vanya?

What?

The heat in Africa.

Right this minute.

What about it?

It must be absolutely unbearable.

Yes.

Here.

Oh!

Your good health.

HE COUGHS

Eat something.

No, no, I couldn't.
That'll do me now.

Don't see me out.

There's no need.

Maria Vasilyevna.

Doctor.

Ivan.

I'm...

I'll...

All right.

Hmm?

Yes.

February 2nd.

Lantern oil, 20 funts.

Buckwheat meal.

He's gone.

Sonya.

Which...
SONYA SOBS

Which leaves 15 rubles, 25 kopeks.

Oh!

My goodness.

Oh, Sonya!

I just feel so completely...

We know.

What can we do?

We have to live.

We have...

..days and days and days
ahead of us.

Endless evenings.

And we...

..will bear it all...

..with good grace.

We'll do our work.

We'll support...

..everyone who relies on us.

We'll do it now...

..and we'll continue
to do it till we're old.

And we'll accept our time of dying.

And afterwards we'll say...

"Yes, we suffered."

"Yes, there were times we wept."

"Times we could hardly keep going."

And God will smile on us.

And you and I...

..we'll see, Uncle Vanya.

We'll see that life is beautiful...

..and radiant...

..and dignified.

And we'll look back on
these unhappy moments...

..and we'll feel nothing
but compassion...

..and we'll smile.

And we'll take our rest.

I believe that, Vanya.

I do.

SONYA SOBS

We'll hear the angels.

The whole sky will be full
of diamonds.

And we'll see...

..all the evil in the world.

And all the pain.

And all the suffering.

All engulfed...

..by the mercy...

..that's going to fill up
the whole world.

And our lives will be
as sweet and gentle...

..as a caress.

I believe it.

I do.

And I know...

Uncle Vanya.

I know that you have yet
to see happiness...

..in this life.

I know.

But just you wait.

You'll see.

We'll rest.

We'll rest.

We will rest.