Original subtitles

Produced by Studio 2-B-2 Entertainment

with the support of the Federal Agency for Culture and Cinematography

Mikhail Bulgakov

The MASTER and MARGARITA

Woland Oleg Basilashvili

Ivan Homeless Vladislav Galkin

Master Aleksandr Galibin

Koroviev Aleksandr Abdulov

Azazello Aleksandr Filippenko

Cat Behemoth Aleksandr Bashirov, Vano Miranjan, Semen Furman

Gella Tanya Yu

Bosoy Valeri Zolotukhin

Poplavsky Roman Kartsev

Bengalsky Andrey Urgant

Varenukha Andrey Sharkov

Stravinsky Vasiliy Livanov

Sempleyarov - Valentin Smirnitsky Sempleyarov's Wife - Tatyana Tkach

Doctor - Sergey Muchenikov Investigator - Aleksandr Tshaban

Music Igor Kornelyuk

Cinematographer Valeri Myulgaut

Co-Producer - Ruben Dishdishyan Producer - Vladimir Bortko

Executive Producers Anton Zlatopolsky, Valery Todorovsky

Screenwriter and Director Vladimir Bortko

Part Three

Dr Stravinsky.

Like Pontius Pilate.

Here you are.

They made it up.

Sic transit gloria mundi.

"Schizophrenia."

He knew about that too!

You are a poet?

Yes, poet. You're a Professor?

-You're in charge here? -Mmm.

-I need to speak with you! -That's why I've come.

The thing is...

They've dressed me up as a madman. And no one will listen!

Oh no, we'll listen very carefully-

-and will not allow anyone to treat you as a madman.

Listen, then!

Yesterday at the Patriarch's Ponds, I met a mysterious figure.

Perhaps a foreigner.

Or maybe not-

-but he predicted Berlioz's death and had seen Pontius Pilate!

Pilate... the one who lived during the time of Jesus Christ?

The same!

And your friend Berlioz died under a tram?

Exactly! A tram hit him at the Patriarch's.

-And that figure... -The man with Pontius Pilate?

Exactly! He predicted Annushka had spilt the sunflower oil-

-and he slipped right there! What about that?

And who is this Annushka?

Annushka doesn't matter.

Only the devil knows. Some idiot from Sadovaya.

What matters is-

-he knew about the sunflower oil beforehand!

-Do you understand? -I understand perfectly.

Please, carry on.

I'll continue.

So then...

This terrifying character, he lies, claiming to be a consultant!

But he has superhuman powers!

For instance... if you chase him, catching him is simply impossible.

Moreover, he's got a couple with him, each quite something in their own way.

One tall, checkered, broken pince-nez.

And an enormous cat riding the tram all alone!

And what's more -

- he himself stood on Pontius Pilate's balcony.

There's no doubt about it!

What does that mean, eh?

He must be arrested now, or he'll wreak havoc!

So you insist he be arrested, have I got that right?

Absolutely right!

How could I not insist? Think for yourself!

But they've held me here by force, shining lamps into my eyes-

-giving me paths, asking about my uncle in Vologda.

By the way, he's been dead for ages!

I demand to be released immediately!

Fine.

Very fine. It's all clear!

Indeed-

-why keep a healthy man in a psychiatric hospital?

I'll discharge you this instant-

-if you tell me that you're - normal.

Not prove it, just say it.

Are you normal?

I am normal.

How very nice!

In that case, let's apply some logic.

Let's consider your yesterday.

Yesterday...

You pinned an icon to your chest. Right?

-Right. -Right.

You turned up at a restaurant with a burning candle-

-in your underwear, and assaulted someone, right? - Right.

Upon arrival here, you called the militsiya and requested machine guns.

Then you tried to jump out of a window.

One has to ask - is that the way you catch or arrest someone?

And if you're a normal person you'll answer -

- not a chance!

If you wish to leave - please feel free!

But allow me to ask you, where will you go first?

To the militsiya.

-And what will you tell them? -About Pontius Pilate!

Fyodor Vasilevich...

Check citizen Homeless and let him go.

But don't put anyone in his room or change the linen.

Citizen Homeless will be back here in two hours.

On what grounds will I be back here?

On the grounds-

-that when you show up at the militsiya in your underwear-

-and say you've met a man who personally knew Pontius Pilate-

-they'll have you back in no time!

Because of my underwear?

Well, mainly because of Pontius Pilate.

But the underwear too.

But he must be caught! Do you understand?

Then why run around yourself?

Write down your suspicions and accusations against this man.

There's nothing easier than sending your letter to the right authorities.

But on one condition - don't strain your brain-

-and think less about Pontius Pilate.

People say all kinds of things, one mustn't believe everything.

Understood!

I request pen and paper.

Fyodor Vasilevich...

Give the poet some paper...

...and a short pencil.

And try oxygen, and baths.

Write a petition!

Comrade Bosoy, I wish to rent Berlioz's flat.

-I promise to pay for any repairs. -Write a petition!

It's impossible to live in the same flat as bandits.

Citizen Kvasov stole my meat dumplings and stuffed them in his pockets.

Write a petition!

-I'm going to kill myself! -A petition.

-Comrade... -Write a petition!

I confess, I'm secretly pregnant and need the late man's flat!

A petition!

Looking for me, comrade?

And who might you be, citizen?

Ah!

Nikanor Ivanovich!

Nikanor Ivanovich, what luck!

Nikanor Ivanovich!

Excuse me...

Are you an official?

Eh, Nikanor Ivanovich!

What makes someone official or unofficial?

It all depends on your point of view.

Nikanor Ivanovich, it's all uncertain and shifting.

Today I'm unofficial, and tomorrow, lo and behold-

-an official one!

It goes the other way too.

Oh, how it does!

And who might you be?

What's your name?

My name, let's say it's...

Koroviev.

Wouldn't you like...

...a little snack, Nikanor Ivanovich?

No formalities!

What snack?

You can't sit in the late man's flat!

Why are you here?

I...

...if I may inform you, I serve...

...as interpreter to a foreigner currently residing in this flat.

The foreign artiste Woland was invited by the Variety director-

-Stepan Bogdanovich Likhodeev to stay during his tour... at this flat.

He wrote to you yesterday-

-requesting that the gentleman be temporarily registered-

-while Likhodeev himself travels to Yalta.

-I haven't seen any letter from him. -Of course you have!

Look in your briefcase.

"Have not seen..."

The third sheet.

Well?

How could I forget about him?

When exactly is Likhodeev going to Yalta?

I'm here.

He's gone. The devil knows where he's now.

Nikanor Ivanovich, since Mr Woland-

-won't stay in a hotel and insists on having space-

-why not let him the entire flat? The deceased's room as well.

A dead man doesn't care!

Surely, Ivanovich, he doesn't need the flat.

Foreigners are meant to stay at the Metropol.

I'm telling you, he's capricious as the devil!

He simply won't have it! He can't stand hotels.

I'm telling you...

I've had it up to here with these blasted foreign tourists!

They arrive...

...and spy on you like a bloody bastard.

Or annoys you with their whims!

"This isn't right, that's not right!" - right?

For your committee, Nikanor Ivanovich-

-it would mean pure profit!

He'd pay generously.

A millionaire... shh!

A millionaire!

First of all, we'll have to sort this matter out...

-...with the Intourist bureau. -I understand!

Go on, sort it out! Here's the telephone, start sorting!

And don't be shy about the money. If he won't pay, who will?

Next summer, when you go abroad-

-you should see his villa in Nice!

What a villa, oh... Amazing!

Hello. Hello?

Intourist?

Yes.

What?

This is Bosoy speaking.

The chairman of the house...

We know Mr Woland intends to stay in Likhodeev's flat-

-and we raise no objections!

Marvellous!

Please.

So then...

The House Committee agrees...

...to rent flat No. 50 to the artiste Woland-

-with a payment rate... of...

Of?

Hmm... of... 500 roubles.

Per day!

Let's see, 500 times 7...

That's 3,500.

3,500 - is too little!

Write 5,000.

He'll pay.

Eins, zwei, drei...

It is strictly forbidden!

Who's watching?

Where are the witnesses?

Nikanor Ivanovich, what happened?

This is... you shouldn't have...

-Good luck! -Shh!

Tell me, dear Fagott-

-what do you think-

-have the city folk of Moscow changed significantly?

-Yes, they have, Messire. -Then we'll see at the Variety tonight.

I didn't like this Nikanor Ivanovich.

He's a crook and a swindler.

Could we make sure he doesn't come here again?

Messire, your wish is my command.

Hello? I feel it's my duty to inform you that the chairman of our House Committee-

-at No. 302B on Sadovaya Street, Bosoy, is speculating in foreign currency.

Yes, at this very moment in his flat, in the toilet ventilation-

-there are $400 wrapped in newspaper.

W-who is this? A t-tenant of the said building.

Timofei Kvastsov.

But please, don't reveal my name.

I fear that the aforementioned chairman will seek revenge!

Damn them all! Can't even have a meal.

I'm not here. I'm not.

If it's about the flat, say there's a meeting next week.

Is this the flat of the chairman Bosoy?

Yes.

What's... going on?

Nothing of the sort could possibly happen in our flat!

And you... your documents?

Sorry.

Let's go.

Yes...

Dollars in the ventilation.

Your wad?

No!

They planted it, the enemies.

That happens.

Let's see the rest of the money!

I have none, nothing! I swear by God!

Never held it in my hands.

Here... here's the contract...

That sneaky interpreter planted it.

Koroviev, pince-nez...

Comrades...

Hold them!

There are evil powers in our house!

Confess, Ivanovich! Confess, you'll get off more lightly.

Aah! You cursed fool!

Sit down.

Oh my god...

Please, Varenukha, call Likhodeev again.

Likhodeev's not home.

I sent courier Karpov, no one's in the flat.

This Week at the Variety PROFESSOR WOLAND Séances of Black Magic

The devil knows what's going on!

I don't like this deal at all! I've never seen this magician, have you?

Where he found him, the devil knows!

Where's Likhodeev? I've got business with him.

-Maybe he fell under a tram? -Wouldn't be so bad.

-Who here is Variety? -Here.

An express telegram. Sign here.

YALTA-MOSCOW. VARIETY.

TODAY 11:30 MENTAL CASE ARRIVED CRIMINAL DEPARTMENT

UNDERWEAR BROWN HAIR NO SHOES

SAYS HE LIKHODEEV DIRECTOR VARIETY

WIRE YALTA CRIMINAL INVESTIGATION WHERE IS DIRECTOR LIKHODEEV

Hello, it's me again - another surprise.

A false Dmitry!

Hello.

Telegraph office?

Er... the Variety account.

An express telegram. To Yalta Militsiya.

Director Likhodeev is in Moscow! Findirector Rimsky.

Nikanor Ivanovich Bosoy.

Chairman, House Committee, No. 302B, Sadovaya?

I'm Nikanor... of course I'm Nikanor.

But what sort of chairman am I?

-Meaning? -Meaning!

If I were a proper chairman-

-I should've seen at once he was an unclean spirit!

What else could he be? In pince-nez, all in rags.

What sort of foreign interpreter would dress like that?

Who is he?

Koroviev.

He's staying in flat No. 50.

Write it down.

He must be arrested at once.

Write it down.

He's at entrance No. 6.

How did you get foreign currency?

As God is my witness...

...as the Almighty who sees everything-

-I've never laid a finger on it.

Never even guessed it was foreign currency!

Let God punish me for taking bribes.

I took them, but only in Soviet money!

I handed out flats for cash, I admit it.

But our secretary, Prolezhnov, did as well.

Frankly, our whole house committee is corrupt.

-But I never touched foreign currency! -Stop acting the fool.

Explain how the dollars ended up in the ventilation.

If you want...

...I'll eat dirt, but I didn't do it!

And Koroviev - he's the devil!

Even patience has its limits!

There are limits!

Speak sense for once!

There he is!

Behind the cupboard... grinning at me!

In pince-nez.

Grab him!

Sprinkle the room with holy water!

Sign here.

What?

BEG YOU BELIEVE

THROWN TO YALTA HYPNOSIS WOLAND

WIRE MILITARY DEPARTMENT CONFIRM MY IDENTITY

LIKHODEEV

Didn't you spoke with him at eleven on the telephone?

It's ridiculous!

It's ridiculous, whether I spoke or didn't speak it's ridiculous!

-He's drunk. -Who's drunk?

Likhodeev.

"Hypnosis..."

How does he know Woland?

No, no, this is nonsense!

Where's he staying, Woland?

Intourist?

It's from the Variety.

Tell me, where's the artiste Woland staying?

Well?

Well?

Well!

At Likhodeev's.

Open up.

No one here.

Clear!

Strange.

Where's Koroviev?

-I don't know any Koroviev. -We'll see!

The secretary doesn't know who lives here?

I don't know. I haven't seen anything.

The chairman, Bosoy, he knows.

Get in.

A photo-telegram.

Sign here.

"Moscow. Variety."

"Proof of my handwriting and signature.

"Wire confirmation urgently.

Set up secret surveillance on Woland. - Likhodeev"

This can't be!

Here!

This is... his handwriting!

I don't understand.

I don't understand!

How many kilometres to Yalta?

Thought - thought of it already!

It's roughly 1,500 by rail to Sevastopol.

Then another 80 to Yalta.

By air it's less, but who'd let him on a plane?

That's it, that's it!

Hello.

An express telegram.

Variety, yes.

Yalta. Criminal Department, yes.

Today-

-about 11:30 Likhodeev spoke to me-

-by telephone Moscow personally. Stop.

After that Likhodeev not at work.

Cannot be reached by telephone. Stop.

Handwriting confirmed. Stop.

Taking measures artiste under surveillance. Stop.

Findirector Rimsky.

How clever!

And now, Ivan Savyelich!

Take all this personally to...

...the NKVD.

Let them sort it out.

Now, that's jolly clever!

That's all.

Where to?

-Yes. -It's him.

Hello, may I speak to the artiste Woland?

He's busy. Who's calling?

-Administrator of the Variety, Varenukha. -Ah, Ivan Savyelich!

So glad to hear your voice!

-How's your health? -Merci. Who am I speaking to?

Assistant, his assistant and interpreter, Koroviev!

I'm entirely at your service, my dear Ivan Savyelich!

Do with me as you please...

Pardon me, but isn't Stepan Bogdanovich Likhodeev home now?

-Alas! Alas, he's not! He's gone... -He left.

How? Gone? Where to?

Out of town, taking a drive.

What?

Taking a drive? When's he back?

He said, he'd get some fresh air and come back.

Merci.

Kindly tell Monsieur Woland-

-that his performance today is the third show.

Ivan Savyelich, absolutely, I'll pass it on urgently, without fail!

Please accept my best wishes and warmest regards!

I wish you success, good luck, happiness, everything...

As I said, he didn't go to Yalta, he just went for a drive!

Now what's this!

I remember! I remember!

In Pushkino there's a pub, "Yalta".

He got drunk and now he's sending telegrams from there!

Oh, this is too much! He'll pay dearly for this little ride, oh!

Wait... But the Criminal Department?

Nonsense! Just nonsense, his own little jokes.

-Shall I take this envelope? -Absolutely!

YALTA-MOSCOW. VARIETY.

THANK YOU CONFIRM IDENTITY SEND 500 ROUBLES TO CRIMINAL DEPARTMENT

TOMORROW I FLY MOSCOW LIKHODEEV

He's lost his mind!

Have mercy, Grigory Danilovich, you're wasting money.

Don't worry.

The money will come back.

But then...

...he'll pay dearly for this little picnic!

Go, Ivan Savyelich.

Don't delay.

MAGICIAN AND WIZARD PROFESSOR WOLAND

Reserve 30 of the best seats in the boxes and stalls!

Yes.

-Ivan Savyelich Varenukha? -He's not in the theatre!

Don't be an idiot, Ivan Savyelich, just listen.

Don't take those telegrams anywhere, or show them to anyone.

Who is this?

Stop these jokes, citizen!

You'll be found out at once! Your number?!

Varenukha, you understand Russian?

Don't take those telegrams!

STAFF ENTRANCE

TO THE POET WHO WRITES HERE, AND NOT IN THE NEWSPAPER!

What on earth...

Is that you, Ivan Savyelich?

Well, yes.

How very pleasant!

What's in the briefcase, parasite? Telegrams!

Weren't you warned by telephone not to take them?

-Were you warned or not? -I was w-war-ned.

But you ran off, anyway!

-Give me the briefcase, scum! -The briefcase!

Let me give you...

...a kiss.

"To the Militsiya."

"From the Massolit member Nikolaevich Homeless."

"Statement"

"Yesterday evening, I came with the late M.A. Berlioz-

-to the Patriarch's Ponds."

What's this?

Came with the late...

...Berlioz.

Dead men don't walk!

Indeed, they might think I'm mad.

Yes!

Berlioz...

"Statement."

"Yesterday evening, I came-

"-with M.A. Berlioz, subsequently deceased-

-to the Patriarch's Ponds."

"Yesterday evening, I came with M.A. Berlioz-

"-who was run over...

...by a tram."

Not the composer!

Artiste Sazonov, inspired by the successes of our industry this season-

-has added two cylindrical rollers into his spectacular act-

-which is two more rollers than in the previous season!

Pardon me! Let us applaud, comrades!

Staff entrance.

Varenukha, is he back?

-From where? -I know very well where from!

Oh, why, why?

He's here, the foreign artiste.

Oh lord, my god...

Citizens, you will now see a number by the foreign artiste Monsieur Woland-

-with a séance of black magic!

Of course, we all know such a thing doesn't exist-

-but Maestro Woland is simply a master of the art of conjuring.

It will become clear in the most interesting part-

-that is, the unveiling of his technique.

Let us welcome Monsieur Woland!

An armchair for me.

FIVE-YEAR PLAN IN 4 YEARS!

You were right, dear Fagott.

The city folk have changed a great deal.

Outwardly, I mean. Just like the city itself.

What do you call them... these...

Trams...

...automobiles...

Autobuses!

The foreign artiste is expressing his admiration-

-for Moscow's technological development as well as for the Muscovites!

Did I really express my admiration?

You expressed no admiration whatsoever.

-So what is this man saying? -He simply lied!

Congratulations, sir, on telling a lie!

But of course, I'm not so much interested in-

-autobuses-

-telephones...

And other...

Apparatus?

Quite right. Thank you.

But there's a far more important question...

Have these city people changed...

...inwardly?

What a nightmare!

Yes.

That is the most important question.

We're talking too much, dear Fagott, the public is getting bored.

Show us something simple... to begin with.

The deck, esteemed citizens, is located in the row seven-

-in the possession of citizen Parchevsky-

-right between a three-rouble note and a court summons-

-for alimony payments to citizen Zelkova.

These are real ten-rouble notes!

Let me play with that deck too!

Why just you alone? Avec plaisir!

We'll all join in with great enthusiasm!

You know what I mean, eh?

Eins, zwei, drei!