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(wind blowing)

(theme playing)

Belshazzar, the king, made a feast
to a thousand of his lords,

and drank wine before the thousand.

Whilst he tasted the wine,

Belshazzar commanded
to bring out the gold and silver vessels

which his father, Nebuchadnezzar,

had taken out of the temple,
which was in Jerusalem.

They brought the golden vessels,
and the king and his lords,

his wives and his concubines drank in them.

In that same hour

came forth fingers of a man's hand

and wrote upon the wall of the King's Palace,

and the king's countenance was changed.

The Queen spoke unto the king.

Let Daniel be called

and he will show you
an interpretation of the thing.

Then was Daniel brought before the king

And Daniel said unto the king,

Oh Belshazzar

thou hast lifted up thyself
against the Lord of heaven.

And they have brought the vessels
of his hands before the

and thou hast drank wine in them
and thou hast praised the gods of silver

and gold, of brass, iron, wood

and stone, which see not, nor hear, nor know

And the God in whose hands thy breath is

and whose all thy ways has though not glorified

in that night was Belshazzar

king of the Chaldeans slain.

As soon as we knew that Alexander

the second had changed his route,
he was not going down

street where we had planted a bomb

we went to the canal,

which we knew he would have to pass on
his way to the winter palace

We placed ourselves strategically

and waited for the signal to act.

Yisakov through.

The first bomb

Tsar Alexander was unhurt

and stepped from his carriage

The Tsar came up to Risaka

and asked him his name.

Citizen Glassof...

lied Isakov

Really?

Replied Alexander.

Tsar Alexander started to walk in my direction.

I stepped up to him

(bomb blast)

I couldn't see the tsar.

I saw a boy lying a few feet away.

Someone bent over him and said,

The boy is hurt, too.

Another voice said, No, he's not hurt.

He's dead.

I was very badly injured.

And they took me to the Royal Hospital.

Where I died.

8 hours later.

I remember

as I was dying, somebody said to me,

What's your name?

What's your name?

I said, I don't know.

Timofeyev, tell the doctor how all this started

Well.

After military service.

So I decided to stay in Yakutia.

I was working as a logger.

Got pretty drunk every day.

Then... umm... once

when I was on my way home
after a hard day's work,

I was

I was pretty out of it as usual.

It was freezing hard.

I didn't have my felt boots on

and my feet were frozen solid

see

I don't have any toes on either foot.

So I had to have this operation

that's when this whole thing started.

That's when Eva turned up.

Was that her name?
- Yes.

That was her name, Eva

She was about five years old.

She wore a red dress and yellow shoes

She appeared and said

Timofeyev

You're not Timofeyev at all

You're the one who killed Alexander
the second and Nicholas the second.

She told me all about it,

What happened,

and how it happened.

But this girl doesn't appear to you now

No, no,

not anymore.

How long have they been treating you?

About 18 years in various hospitals.

Would you like to be discharged?

I'd like to live as an independent person.

For a bit.

Fine.

You can now go back to your ward.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Doctor Yegorovich...
- Yes?

Maybe Timofeyev should be discharged.

It seems to me his condition is stable.

Yes, as long as he doesn't start drinking.

And there's another problem.

He has no relatives except for a sister.

He could go

to Yaroslavl

it's more liberal.

Hmm. That might be a good idea.

I'll look into it.
Hello, Pardie.

Hello, Doctor Yegorovich.

This is Doctor Smirnov, the new head.

How do you do?

I am Kozlov.

The senior attendant.

Does this mean you are leaving us
Doctor Yegorovich?

Yes, Pardie

I'm afraid it does.

Doctor Yegorovich,
you must be very sad to be retiring.

Yes, but I'm getting too old

I'm tired and I have a daughter in the

Crimean, maybe I'll stay with her

Forgive me for asking Doctor Smirnov,

but why did you come to this
godforsaken place?

Why leave Moscow
in the Ministry of Health?

Too much paperwork.

I wanted to be a real psychiatrist again.

And then, you know, there were personal
reasons I recently became divorced.

I have a daughter.

I couldn't arrange for a change
of apartment and so on.

Then there was the offer of this job.

So I came.

Well, maybe you were right. Who knows?

Goodbye.

Morning.

Morning, Doctor.

Morning.

Is it still there? Yes.

How are you feeling Timofeyev?

Fine

What's that?

What's that on your neck?

How did you get that?
- What?

What happened here last night?

Nothing.

Everything was quite normal.

So where did he get that from?

I don't know.

What did you do last night?

Nothing.

I was sleeping.

Please, a word

I'd like to know why.

In a hospital,
which has a reputation for fair asylum.

We have patients
treated with force and violence.

Are you saying we strangled him?

I want to know if it was a suicide
attempt,

or the violence came from another quarter.

I wish to know the truth.

Nobody strangled Timofeyev

Nor did he try to hang himself.

The blue mark appeared last year
and the year before that.

You can check it in his file

or ask

Doctor Yegorovich about it.

It will disappear in a couple of days.

Well, get him treated

Good evening.
- Ah, good evening Doctor Yegorovich.

I got your message when I got home.

Yes, there's something I want to discuss with you.

Thank you for coming.

(whispering)
Excuse me...

(whispering)
Doctor Yegorovich - I am not alone.

Shall I look in tomorrow?

No. No problem.

Hello.
- Hello.

Marina.

Alexander Yegorovich

Marina. Excuse me.

Doctor Yegorovich

And I would like to speak in private.

Do you want me
to leave? No, of course not.

A cup of tea, please. Yes.

Oh, yes.

Coffee for me.

Very nice legs.

What?

Such long legs.

Athletic calves.

Alexander Yegorovich

This morning,
I noticed an injury on Timofeyev neck

like a sort of blue

stripe with bruises,

as if he had been strangled.

I looked through his file

and found your notes

for last year and the year before

Yes, that's right

I observed that several times.

A blue stripe with bruises.

And how do you explain it?

I noticed that the stripe appeared

on Timofeyev neck
once a year on the same day

The third of March

Do you know what happened on that day?

On the 3rd of March 1881,

The man who killed Alexander II

died of wounds in hospital.

His head was cut off and then

displayed to all the citizens
for identification

because he died without giving his name.

Here's your tea.

Thank you.

So is it

auto suggestion

It looks like it.

It's interesting also

that in August Timofeyev
gets all the symptoms

of a perforated ulcer,
which he has at no other time.

So?

Yakov Yurovsky, who shot Nicholas II
and his family in 1918...

died in August 1938

from a perforated ulcer

clinic in Moscow.

But if his auto suggestion

reveals itself so strongly

Timofeyev still identifies

himself as the killer of two tsars.

But he's trying to conceal it.

Well he's probably lying

as you know chronic schizophrenics

can be very cunning and devious.

(key jingles)

(door opens and closes)

(voices from a distance)

Usually Nicholas II would stop at dinner

after a glass of vodka and cordially

ask his guests to help themselves.

The tsar sat in the middle of the table

with his back to the door
that led to the hall

Her Majesty sat next to him on his left.

The royal prince always played
pranks during dinner.

After desserts,

coffee was always served with cream.

At this point, His Majesty

always said - raising his voice a bit,

"You may smoke, gentlemen."

His first cigaret he would smoke
just half way,

inhaling deeply and then put it out.

Straight after putting out the first one,
he would light another,

which he would smoke to the end.

His Majesty revealed his nervousness
by the way he smoked.

After this, a sort of silence would
hang over the table.

His Majesty would get up

and then go out into the hall,

while all the rest followed.

Then His Majesty would leave for the study,

bowing to the company to take their leave.

Hello.

-Good evening, Doctor.

Sit Timofeyev

-Thank you.

All gone now. Hmm.

How did you manage to get it?

What happened?

I don't know.

Maybe I turned my head in my sleep.

Cigarette?

Do you have any relatives?
- Yes.

I have a sister.

She's turned her back on me.
- Hmm.

Do you have any brothers?

No. No, I don't have any brothers.

No brothers?

Two brothers live in America.

Two more prisoners in Germany.

Another works in Petrograd.

In an arms factory, and another in Harbin.

Doctor, I'm not Yurovsky

When I was ill,
I thought I was Yurovsky

So you thought that you were Yurovsky

when you were ill?
- Yes.

I thought that I killed Nicholas II.

You personally killed him.

Yes Me personally.

Nicholas II and his son.

I thought that I did it.

Did you also think

you had children like Yurovsky?

Yes. I thought that I had three children.

And that girl, Eva,
tell you all this?

Yes. She said I had two sons, Alexandra and

Alexandra and

Zhenya and an elder daughter Rima.

Your daughter Rima,

Was she a revolutionary, too?

She was a revolutionary.

She was a partizan.

And when Kulchak came,

She joined the partizans

I wrote about all this to comrade Stalin.

-To whom?

Comrade Stalin.

Enemies had wormed

their way into the Cheka

See?...I'm an honest communist.

I've been a member of the party all my life.

She's my daughter.

She couldn't be an enemy of the people.

And what did Stalin reply?

-He hasn't replied yet.

-My wife only posted the letter yesterday.

-My tests are fine, feces are normal, urine...

I'm well on the road to recovery

When you release me, I'm going

to see Comrade Stalin in person.

Yakov Yurovsky,

Is your stomach in great pain?

Well Yurovsky?

Yeah.
- Yes.

He has...

a very great pain.

I can't sleep at night or day.

There's only one thing I can't understand.

Where did that girl?

What girl?

Where did that girl vanished to?

What girl, Eva?

Alexandra

this girl went to the Vastness

and Sky Church on the 16th of July

disappeared.

We didn't kill her, so that you wouldn't... didn't.

Where did she disappear to?

Oh, huumm, doc.

Doctor

Oh, please.

Oh Doctor

How are you feeling, Timofeyev?

I want to see my wife

It's very important.

-We must realize you did provoke him,
and now he's Yurovsky

-dying of a perforated ulcer
in clinic in 1938.

I never thought he would react
so violently.

I just wanted to bring out his paranoia.

I didn't think it would be so acute.

How's your girlfriend?

Fine.

Simply sensation of legs.

You never saw anything like them.

Thank you,

Maybe...

I could try to cure Timofeyev

Cure him? How?

Timofeyev steps into self-delusion

very easily.

The central idea of his delusion
is the personality of Nicolas II

and the assassination of the royal family.

What if someone provoked him
into believing that they were the tsar

and then slowly being eroding...

He would take

from Timofeyev
the image of his victims.

And if there is no victim,

there is no murderer either.

I assume your courage

What is the point

Why do we believe

a schizophrenic is less happy

than a so-called normal person?

What is a normal person?

Just a blockhead without imagination.

A normal person could never imagine it was

Caligula,

Napoleon, Shakespeare, or Dostoyevsky or

Christ, Muhammad?

Why do you think it is worse
than spending your whole life

being like some beauty revenge

fighting to fulfill the five year plan.

(voice in a distance)

I remember the 30th of April 1918
very well.

That morning

I went to my studio.

In those days I ran a
photographic studio in Yekaterinburg.

A very pretty girl in a lilac dress

and an officer were waiting
for me there.

They wanted their picture taken.

But my assistant was ill so,

I decided to do it myself.

Look this way.

Look this way.

Keep very still.

Congratulations,

your bride is very beautiful.
- Thank you,

But unfortunately, we have to be apart

Maybe for a long time

- You are an officer at HQ?
- Yes.

-But with all the unrest, we have decided

-it is better for Katya to go to Petrograd.

-Or perhaps she will go abroad
to France or America.

America?
- Yes.

-I have two brothers in America.

-I lived there for a couple of years.

-What can one do?

-Russia is in chaos.

-A man can fight.

-But what can a beautiful woman do?

-Thank you.

-I'll drop by tomorrow at one.

They were a beautiful couple.

Especially the girl.

I never saw them again.

Lock up. Don't let anyone else in.

I'm going to be away a couple of days.

-Yurovsky

-What else happened that day?

-You remember?

Yes. Of course I remember everything

I went to the station

because I was a member of
the Yekaterinburg Cheka.

And that day the tsar and tsarina

were to be brought from Tobusk

-And that was the first time
you saw Nicholas II?

No, they weren't taken off at the station.

They were taken off at the goods depot,
because they were expecting trouble.

But I didn't get there in time.

They had already been taken away.

So I went to the Ipatiev of house,

where the Ural Soviet had
decided to accommodate them.

I was too late there as well.

They'd already been taken inside.

And I went to the America Hotel

where the Yekaterinburg Cheka was based.

We started to interrogate
people who'd arrived

with the Romanoffs

We released some of them, but two of them,

Prince Dolgorukov and another.

I can't remember his name...

was shot in the old cemetery.

(gunshots)

(gunshot)

Then that means

you didn't see me that day.

You?

You? You were in Yekaterinburg that day?

(theme playing)

The day I became
Emperor of all the Russias.

The greatest empire in the world.

My fate was determined.

I had to begin wars,

because the empire could
not exist without them.

I had to have a son,

because the Empire demanded an heir.

I had to send people to the gallows,

because the Empire considered
them its enemies.

I had to sign decrees,

because the Empire considered such laws useful.

The Empire hated me, but it needed me,

because it needed its identity.

And I was its identity.

But every year it became clearer,

that in order to survive,

the Empire needed another identity.

A fresh identity.

I felt it.

I felt that gradually I was

becoming superfluous to the Empire.

They threw me out in one second.

like rubbish, like an old pair of worn out shoes.

But for the Empire, that wasn't enough.

The Empire had to destroy me physically

because no one was supposed to realize

that this new identity, in essence,

differed only from the old one

by my absence from it.

(theme playing)

Alexei what's the matter?

Oh... blood!

Alexei, where does blood come from?

I'll get you a bandage.

No need.

(singing)

Is it true, the doctor's sick?
- Yes.

Timofeyev?

Yes?

Alright, you can go.

(singing continues)

I woke up in the night
with a terrible pain.

On the right side of my head, I found a scar.

It was bleeding.

Not much, but I was bleeding.

But there wasn't an open wound.

There was a scar.

It was about eight centimeters in length,

and not less than a centimeter in width,

as if from a blow from something

long and sharp.

I had the impression that the scar

was made many years ago.

Maybe you just imagined it.

It was night

in your sleep.

You just cut your head

and blood appeared.

Alexander Yegorovich

I observed this

scar on my head

for more than 24 hours.

It only

disappeared completely today
at about 10:00.

You started to work with Timofeyev

Alexander Yegorovich, excuse me

I want to ask you,

as one doctor to another

Timofeyev's case is very unusual.

Why did you,
as a professional psychiatrist

observe him all of his years
but never take him seriously?

What makes you think I didn't?

You know Alexei in 1891,

Alexander III sent his eldest son

on a world tour.

They went off in noisy and merry company

the prince of Greece, the Prince of Romania
and so on

on the tour all the boys were so happy.

Lance, Young Nicholas wanted to urinate

in a Japanese temple.

A policeman struck him with his saber.

Luckily, the Prince of Greece

managed to put his cane

in the way and soften the blow.

And so...?

-Nicholas had a scar
for the rest of his life

on the right side of his head.

Look, my friend,

in the field of human consciousness

there are some things we don't understand.

In my opinion,

we can never understand.

And we shouldn't...

even try.

(sweeping)

Huh, Alexander Yegorovich.

Hello Timofeyev.

How are you?

Fine, fine.

How are you feeling?

I'm fine.

Fine.

Timofeyev...

here.

That girl Eva hasn't come to see you?

No, no, no.

Not for a long time.

So everything's okay?

Yes, everything's fine.

Do you like the doctor?

Oh, yes.

He's excellent doctor.

Yes, but he's sick now.

Do you talk to him?

Yes. Yes, I talk to him.

He's always asking me questions about

you know, the time I killed the tsar.

...or the time, I thought I killed the tsar.

I tell him.

Have you talked about how the tsar was shot?

No, not yet.

You look so well, so healthy.

Well.

Thank you.

It's the fresh air.

I should send you to Yaroslavl.

It's better there.

They're more liberal.

There's a nice park.

Do you want to go to Yaroslavl?

What's the point?

I've got used to it here.

It's a good hospital with good food.

The medical facilities are excellent here.

You are a funny type Timofeyev.

What do you mean Alexander Yegorovich?

Well, never mind.

All the best.

Thank you.

Alexander Yegorovich!

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

I was born in Tomsk in 1883.

The eighth child of Mikhail Yurovsky.

Scrap metal dealer.

What could be worse than being
born into a pauper's

large family in some backwater of a huge empire?

To realize with the first flicker of consciousness

that you're condemned
to a miserable existence.

Long before you're born into this world,

fate decreed what your place should be.

When I was 16 I went to America.

Wanted to start life afresh there.

I wanted to change.

I even became a Lutheran.

And I read a pamphlet about that young Pole...

Hryniewiecki. The one who killed Alexander II.

I was shocked.

How could this man find the courage
to overthrow the order

imposed by the Lord,
and with the Lord himself?

How could he do this?

How could he?

But He did it.

I realized

there is no God, no Christ,

no Jehovah, no Mohamed.

Just will. Human will dictates everything.

-I wanted to be like that, Pole,
but I didn't want to die like him.

-I wanted to live, drink fine wine,

-have women love me, not suffer from

-All my life I've never been able to bear rough linen.

-It's just the way I am.

I came back to Russia.

I borrowed money
from my father - at high interest.

Got married, opened up a
photographic studio in Yekaterinburg.

Then a watchmakers.

Life went on.

I seem fated to having children,

and taking photographs
of the Yekaterinburg bourgeois.

Suddenly, 1905.

Everything - everything went crazy.

What yesterday seemed in destructible
was now undermined.

I leapt into this frame.

What date is it today?

In which calendar?

I get confused.

June the 30th.

Why the 30th?

I think today's the 30th.

No it's not the 30th.

Oh God.

Someone must know...

today's date.

Oh. Oh, God, no.

It's unbearable.

Surely someone must know what date it is today.

Alex, calm down.

Alex.

Oh, oh, oh.

-Leave me alone.

I sacrificed my best years for you.

And look... look where we are now.

(crying)

(crying)
oh no.

I know it's your mother.

It's your mother.

She's always hated me.

-Mama, I know what date it is today.

July the 16th, 1918.

According to Lenin's calendar.

The town's commissariat of foodstuffs

reports that on the 1st of July this year

in Yekaterinburg, are registered 80,700 inhabitants.

2502 horses,

3267 cows,

1207 pigs and goats.

How many horses?

2052.

The English lady from London gives English lessons.

Yesterday,

before the revolutionary tribunal,

the Reverend Father Zitof,
was charged with illegal

drinking of alcohol.

Was he shot?

No. He was fined 300 rubles.

Those priests are terrible drunkards.

What's on at the theatre papa?

The theatre?

Ah... now let's see...

'Lorange". All people are slaves.
Only the sea is free.

A drama in four acts.

The Arts Theatre - The Victim of Science.

Or "In the Clutches of Professor Swindler.

-In five acts.

Oh, Lord,

The circus.

Women fighting.

Really?

Uh... where is the Voznesenskaya church?

Near here?

Just across the street.

There's a police notice. Girl missing.

Alexandra Galeva. Eight years old.

Went to Voznesenskaya church and
still hasn't returned home.

Alexandra Galeva.

Where did she disappear to?

I don't know.

It doesn't say.

Good morning.

They've sent you some fresh eggs
from the convent.

Thank you.

By the way,

do you know how much eggs cost these days?

30 rubles per hundred.

And meat is five rubles per pound.

Average quality.

Crazy prices.

For as much therefore,

as you trample upon the poor,

and take exactions from him of wheat.

Ye have built houses of huge stone,

but He shall not dwell in them.

Ye have planted pleasant vineyards,

but ye shall not drink the wine thereof.

For I know how manifold are your transgressions,

and how mighty are your sins.

Ye that afflict the just,

that take a bribe,

and that turn aside the needy in the
gate from their right.

Therefore, he that is prudent,

shall keep silence in such a time,

for it is an evil time.

Seek good and not evil.

That He may live.

And so the Lord, the god of hosts,

shall be with you, as ye say.

Well unto you, that desire of the day of the Lord.

Wherefore would He have the day of the Lord?

It is darkness and not light.

How about you?

Me?

What did you think when they
brought you to Yekaterinburg?

Me? I didn't want to go to Yekaterinburg.

When they said they were taking us

to Yekaterinburg

I thought it was the end.

When I was 13 years old,

the socialists blew up my
grandfather Tsar Alexander,

as he stepped from his carriage.

He was still alive

when I was summoned to pay my respects.

He lay on his bed,

his legs were covered with sheets,

and the sheets were soaked in blood.

My father said to me,

Come and say farewell to your grandfather.

But I couldn't move from the spot.

It wasn't that I was afraid.

The blood didn't scare me.

It was...

just at that moment, I knew

with an absolute certainty

that I too would be assassinated

and that my death would be a hundred

times worse than my grandfather's.

That evening,

my father came to visit me.

He was drunk.

Blind drunk.

He passed his hand over my head and said,

Well, Nicholas, now you are next in line.

And I said to him,

I don't want to be next in line Papa.

But he could no longer hear me.

He had collapsed into an armchair and fallen asleep.

I didn't want to be hated.

I didn't want to be hunted
like a wild animal,

as my grandfather was

and my father after him.

I didn't want

my son to be as lonely

as I was

all my life.

No, I didn't want that.

At all.

No.

(indistinct muttering)

No, no. Two of those please.

Yes. No, those.

Alex Mikhailovich

Alex Mikhailovich

-Hello.
Hello.

How are things?

Not so bad.

You don't look well.

Alex Mikhailovich,

leave Timofeyev alone.

What do you need him for?

I want to know

why that man killed me.

I knew that it was to be me.

Just me.
When I heard they were taking you to Yekaterinburg.

You see,

it wasn't that I decided...

How can I explain it to you?

I felt that I had to do it

because by killing you, I'd
stop being a nonentity.

I'd become somebody.
A creator of history.

When I saw you, truthfully,

I got scared.

You were completely different from
what I'd imagined.

There was nothing in you
that could provoke

fear or anger.

Your poor son,

exhausted by incurable disease.

Your daughter's looking like

second rate shopkeepers, girls, a doctor,

a couple of ladies in waiting, a cook.

Who knows how they'd wormed their way
into this historical drama.

I mean, how could all this ordinariness

be reconciled with the guillotine?

The scaffold covered in red silk,

the role of the drum,
the iron words of sentence.

These are nonsense!

A fraud.

The most fraudulent thing

was going on all around you.

Everybody knew that you had to be killed.

Nobody would say it out loud,

but they all knew.

You annoyed everyone so much.

You annoyed everyone.

You created so many problems for everyone.

The Bolsheviks, the monarchists,
anarchists, the Germans, the English

you'd be far more useful to them
dead than alive.

Well...

You'd be far more useful to everyone dead than alive.

Finally,

the old Russian Central Executive
Committee

decided that you should disappear,

and that you had to disappear in Yekaterinburg.

Have you ever been to Svetlovodsk?

Well, it's interesting how it looks now.

Svetlovodsk.

It'll always be Yekaterinburg to me.

Citizen Romanov.

You may enter of the house.

Here on this site, stood
the House of merchant Ipatiev,

where Tsar Nicholas II was
brought on the 30th of April

with his wife and daughter Maria.

Alexei was ill from hemophilia from birth.

He had hurt his leg in Tobolsk.

And was was brought a month later

with his sisters, Olga,
Tatiana, and Anastasia.

Together with the Romanovs in the house,

were Dr. Botkin, the boy Sidnev -
the Royal Prince's servant,

a lady in waiting, and the servant Trupp.

Comrade Smedlov suggested to the Europe Soviet

to decide the fate of the Romanovs immediately.

Seeing no alternative,

It was unanimously decided
to execute the Romanovs

without an official trial.

(song playing on TV)

(song continues on TV)

(lighting match)

The 16th of July 1918.

I thought about that day many times.

No. I wasn't afraid of those memories.

I didn't suffer any pangs of conscience.

I knew that I was going to die,

and I would die exactly the same
person that I was born.

A mediocrity.

I couldn't understand it.

Go away.

No strangers allowed here.

What's the matter?

The woman lost her daughter.

She went to the Voznesenskaya church and disappeared.

No one has seen her since.

Sir, have you seen my daughter?

She's blond, has blue eyes.

Her name's Alexandra Galeeva.

No, I haven't seen her. I don't know.

(crying)

Go away from here.
Go home.

You're not allowed in here.

(background voices)

(music/song playing)

Ask Medvedev to come in here.

Medvedev, collect ten revolvers,

go out into the countryside
and make sure that they're working.

Here.

Take mine as well.

What are you looking at?

The nuns have brought...

fresh eggs

for them.

Ask the Magyars to assemble here - right now.

Everything has to be cleared
out of the basement.

You now Pavel,

There's a woman looking for her daughter.

-I know.

-This is the second day she's been here.

I wonder where she disappeared to.

Are you sure you didn't "swwwk" by mistake?

-How could we have done that?

A strange business.

Good morning.

They've sent you some fresh eggs
from the convent.

-So, when you brought us the eggs during breakfast,

you already knew that you would
kill us that same day?

Yes.

A coded telegram signed "Sverdlov",

came through Perm on the 16th of July,

ten o'clock in the morning.

What did Anastasia say to you
in the courtyard?

Do you remember?

What did she say?

Nothing special.

She asked me
what kind of town Chita was

and where it was.

How did she die?

Instantly?

No, she was wounded.

They finished her off with bayonets.

In 1921,

I met Lenin.

I suggested that we use the jewels
from the Romanov dynasty,

for the wholesale purchase of corn abroad.

Lenin liked my suggestion.

He asked me about the details.

We talked for almost 10 minutes,

and I was waiting for him to ask me

about the main thing, but he knew

he could not fail to have known
that I was the man who killed you.

And I understood that he was the man
who decided everything.

We did it together.

He and I.

I waited for the slightest hint,

the merest movement,

but nothing.

Not a word.

Not even a sign.

He appointed me the director
of the State Diamond Fund.

The Light Army is getting close.

Shit.

Volkov.

What brings you here?

Come for a bit of shooting. Have you?

Yakov, for God's sake, this is no time

for your jokes.

I prepared a short speech.

Speech?

What kind of speech?

Just a speech.

A sort of guilty verdict

in the name of the revolution.

Did you bring the kerosene.

Listen Yakov,

you are turning the greatest
act of history,

into banality.

Something ordinary

I cannot find words to describe it.

Please don't bother.

If you want a gun, I'll give you one.

If not, go away.

You were acting
as if you were the only one involved.

As if we had nothing to do with it.

So take a gun.

Have something to do with it.

What are they doing now?

Why don't you go see for yourself?

Listen Yakov,

That boy

Sednevska

Alexei's servant.

It's best to get him

out of the way.

Medvedev

Go and get Sednev out of there.

They'll be suspicious.

Say his uncle wants him.

But his uncle's been shot.

They don't know that.

So...

Goodbye.

Sednev, come here.

Come with me.

Where are you taking him?

His uncle wants to see him.

What's happened to the boy?

Is he still alive?

I don't know.

The next day he was sent off home,

I think, near Tula.

How are they?

Sleeping.

I wasn't asleep.

I knew that everything
would be over that night.

I realize this.

That day when you looked at me
from the window

I wasn't afraid of death.

I was even surprised

that I had lived to the age of 50.

But I also realized something else.

When you took the boy away,

I knew you weren't just going to kill me.

You would kill everyone.

And I laid there and thought,

If you kill us all,

maybe Russia will be really happy.

Wake everybody up.
We have to go downstairs.

What's happening?

There's trouble in the town.

The anarchists could attack the house.

(clock ticking in background)

(people shuffling)

Please follow me.

(footsteps)

(door opens)

(footsteps continue)

There aren't any chairs.

Can't we even sit down.

Take in two chairs.

Alright, it's time.

It's time. For.

Me and Istvan - sorry,

We will not shoot girls.

Nikulin, you, come here.

Take their guns.

Check your guns.

Just aim at the heart.

Stand over here in a row.

Where?
- Here, in a line.

The fact that your relatives in

Europe continue to attack Soviet Russia.

The Ural Executive Committee

has decided to shoot you.

What?

(gunshots and screaming)

(gunshot)

(theme music)

(gate latch)

(vehicle moving)

It was about 3:00 in the morning

when we got out of the place.

You were all stripped naked and thrown and
thrown into a disused mine

This mine wasn't deep enough,

so I found another one about six miles
along the Moscow road.

The next night,
we pulled you out with ropes

and loaded the bodies
onto the lorry again.

And we took you to the new place.

About 4:00 in the morning of the 19th of July,

the lorry got stuck.

If we couldn't make it to the mine, only
two choices remained.

To bury the bodies or burn them.

One of our comrades,
whose name I've forgotten,

promised to deal with it himself but,

he disappeared.

We wanted to burn Alexei and the Empress,

but by mistake,
we burnt the lady in waiting.

Then we dug a common and grave
and put you in it.

Your faces were smashed with rifle butts

and had hydrochloric acid
poured all over them.

The pit was covered up with earth
and brushwood

and wooden sleepers were put on top

and we drove across them several times.

It was kept a complete secret.

Your graves were never found.

What's going on?

What happened?

Someone died in there.

A doctor they say.

(engine starts)

(vehicle drives away)

(shelling in the distance)

(shelling continues)
(theme plays)

It's a swastika.

The swastika is an ancient Indian symbol.

The sign of

happiness and fertility.

Alexandra must have drawn it.

She seems to have been very keen

on all those magic symbols.

Look there, above Alexei's bed is another one.

What are you doing here?

I just dropped in.

Something drew me here.

Was it you that wrote that?

Downstairs in the basement.

It's Heine.

On that

very night was Belshazzar

slain by his servants.

It sounds very effective in verse as well.

Before the sun's last rays came in,

the servants came and slew their King.

Who could have imagined

the son of a junk man

would finish off the most powerful dynasty

in the entire world?

I carried out the will of the revolution

Yes. Yes, of course.

But is it really so simple

to make a mark on world history?

I would never have believed it.

Well,

the world will never know

where they are.

Will they?

I lived for another 20 years.

In August 1938,

in the Granovsky clinic in Moscow,

I died of a perforated ulcer.

What happened?

What happened to her?

Did you say something?

That girl...

where did she disappear to?

What did you say?

I didn't kill her.

I didn't kill her.

(man singing)

(man continues...)