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

Master Aleksandr Galibin

Margarita Anna Kovalchuk

Ivan Homeless Vladislav Galkin

Koroviev Aleksandr Abdulov

Cat Behemoth Vano Miranjan, Semen Furman

Gella Tanya Yu

Berlioz Aleksandr Adabashyan

Man in uniform Valentin Gaft

Rimsky Ilya Oleynikov

Varenukha Andrey Sharkov

Mogarych Gennadi Bogachev

Sempleyarov - Valentin Smirnitsky Sempleyarov's Wife - Tatyana Tkach

Investigator - Aleksandr Tshaban Bengalsky - Andrey Urgant

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 Four

May I sit down?

How did you get in here?

Aren't the balcony grilles locked?

A month ago I pinched a bunch of keys.

So now I can visit my neighbour.

You could escape? Or is it too high?

No, I can't escape, not because of the height-

-but because I've nowhere to go.

So we sit?

We sit.

So, citizens, we have just witnessed a case of so-called mass hypnosis.

This is a purely scientific experiment, proving beyond a shadow of doubt-

-that magic does not exist.

Let us ask Maestro Woland to expose the trick for us.

Now, citizens, you'll see-

-how these so-called banknotes will vanish as suddenly as they appeared.

And this, once again, is a case of so-called... lying!

The banknotes, citizens... are genuine!

I've had enough of this conférencier.

Poking his nose in everywhere.

Spoiling the show with...

...false remarks!

What shall we do with him, eh?

-Rip his head off! -What!

Rip his head off?

Excellent idea!

Excellent!

Behemoth!

Do it!

Eins, zwei, drei!

Doctor!

Don't torture him!

For God's sake, don't torture him!

Well now, citizens?

Shall we forgive him?

-Forgive him. -Forgive him...

Your orders, Messire?

Well, now...

They're...

...just people.

They love money.

But it's always been that way.

They're simple souls, yet still...

...sometimes mercy knocks on their hearts.

They're ordinary people.

On the whole...

They remind me of their predecessors.

It's just the housing problem-

-that has corrupted them.

Interesting...

...if the old ones have survived.

Put his head back on!

Is it tight?

Get lost!

More fun without you.

Tell me... you're not violent?

You see, I can't stand noise, fuss, violence and...

All that stuff.

Yesterday, at a restaurant, I smacked some guy in the mug.

The reason?

I admit, none really.

Disgraceful!

Besides, why do you use phrases like "smack in the mug"?

You never really know if a man's got a face or a mug?

Most likely... it's still a face.

No, you should stop that. And for good!

Your profession?

Poet.

Just my luck...

And your name?

Homeless.

-What, you don't like my poems? -Absolutely not.

Which one of them?

I... haven't read any of your poems.

-Then why say that? -As if I haven't read others?

Although...

Perhaps you're an exception.

All right...

I'll take it on faith.

Are your poems any good? You tell me.

Monstrous!

Don't write any more.

I promise.

And I swear!

Now that we've got rid of that unbearable conférencier...

...let's open a ladies' boutique!

The latest in ladies' fashion.

Shoes.

Hats.

Lingerie.

Spring-summer of '35.

Paris.

Rome.

Berlin.

House of Guerlain.

Chanel N°5.

Mitsouko.

Narcisse Noir.

Evening gowns.

Cocktail dresses.

Do take it, madam!

Please, step into the boutique, ladies!

Our firm is offering-

-absolutely gratis-

-an exchange of your old dresses-

-for Parisian designs and Parisian shoes!

The same applies to handbags and so forth!

Welcome, come in!

Come now, don't be shy or stand on ceremony!

Well!

It's absolutely gratis!

If you please.

Welcome to the boutique, madam!

Maestro!

Waltz, Strauss!

B flat major!

"Voices of Spring"!

Please, to the right, to the left...

Welcome, madam. This way.

My wife sent me.

-Prove it. -Passport?

-Come in! -Thank you, comrade.

Completely free!

So, why did you end up here?

Because of Pontius Pilate.

What!

An astonishing coincidence.

I beg you...

I beg you, tell me!

Thank you! Goodbye...

That's all!

Due to the late hour, the boutique is now closing!

It'd be appreciated, citizen artiste-

-if you would reveal to the audience the technique behind your... tricks.

Especially the trick with the banknotes.

The audience demands a revelation!

The audience hasn't said a word, eh?

However, respecting the wish of the chairman of the Acoustics Commission-

-Arkady Apollonovich Sempleyarov-

-I shall gladly provide a revelation.

May I ask, where you were yesterday evening?

Arkady Apollonovich-

-was at a meeting yesterday of the Acoustics Commission.

But I don't see what that has to do with magic.

Oui, Madame! Naturally, you don't understand it at all.

After leaving the meeting of the Acoustics Commission-

-which, by the way, hadn't even been scheduled-

-Arkady Apollonovich went to Yelokhovskaya Street to visit-

-an actress from the district theatre, Militsa Andreevna Pokabatko-

-where he spent a good four hours.

Uhm... well...

Now it's clear!

Now I see...

...how that talentless darling got the role of Louise!

Here you have it, esteemed citizens-

-the revelation!

Which Arkady Apollonovich was insisting!

The séance is over!

Maestro, strike up a march!

So here I am.

Poor poet...

You shouldn't have talked to him so carelessly, even rudely.

Now you're paying the price.

But you should be grateful, you got off relatively lightly.

Who is he, anyway?

That evening at the Patriarch's...

...you met Satan!

Damn...

Oh, lord!

Oh lord, my god...

Come here, it's interesting!

I thought so...

I knew it, hmm.

Must call...

...NKVD.

Don't call, Rimsky, anywhere.

It's bad.

God!

How you...

...frightened me.

I'm sorry, I thought you'd left already.

Why didn't... you call?

What's all this nonsense about Yalta?

Well, as I mentioned-

-they found him in the pub in Pushkino.

He got the Pushkino telegraphist drunk. And began fooling about.

Sending telegrams marked "Yalta".

-Where's he now? -Where could he be?

Naturally, in a drunk tank.

And what did he do?

Danced drunk with the telegraphist outside the post office.

Chased after some ladies.

Fought with the bartender at Yalta.

Threw onions on the floor, still in Yalta.

Smashed eight bottles of dry white Ai-Danil.

Broke the taxi's meter.

No, he was so out of control that he resisted them...

...who... came to... fetch him.

In short, sheer horror!

What's happened to your face?

The car skidded and I hit the door handle.

You're lying!

He doesn't cast a shadow!

You guessed it...

You cursed one!

Always was a sharp one.

He's here!

He's here!

Come here!

Help, help me!

Help me!

No, no, no... I won't!

Come here!

Come here! Come to me!

Aah! No, no, no!

I don't want to!

What did you find out?

Practically nothing.

One of them claims that the man was short-

-had gold teeth, and limped on his right leg.

Another...

...that he was incredibly tall, had platinum crowns-

-and limped on his left leg.

And this lady insists, that he had no notable features.

What else?

The magician didn't register anywhere upon arrival-

-never showed his passport-

-nor submit any other papers, contracts, or agreements.

No one had ever heard of him.

Really, no one?

Don't leave a stone unturned.

Gather all the material.

Take in everyone even remotely involved.

This political investigation, steeped of the most blatant devilry-

-blended with hypnotic tricks and outright criminal activity-

-must be finished in two days!

Carry on!

As ordered!

Yes, and use this Baron...

-...Meigel! -As ordered.

As soon as you began describing him, I knew whom you had spoken to yesterday.

You can't miss him, my friend.

But you...

Forgive me, but you're not an educated man, are you?

I've been in a sanatorium, in Yalta.

Well, well...

But Berlioz really amazes me!

Although... I must say in his defence-

-Woland could outwit even the most cunning of men.

-What! -Easy, easy!

Easy, easy.

I understand.

I understand.

He had the letter W on his visiting card.

Ay, ay, ay!

What a thing!

So he might really have been with Pontius Pilate!

He'd already been born by then!

And they call me mad here!

Your companion was at Pilate's...

...and had breakfast with Kant.

And now he's in Moscow.

He'll cause absolute havoc here!

We must find a way to catch him!

You've already tried.

I wouldn't advise anyone else to try either.

But be sure, there's more to come.

But how annoying that it was you who met him and not I!

And though everything's burnt out-

-I'd give up everything to meet him -

- my keys, everything I own.

I have nothing left.

What do you need him for?

It's quite a strange story.

I'm here for the same reason as you.

Because of Pontius Pilate.

The thing is...

A year ago, I wrote...

...a novel about Pilate.

So you're an author?

I'm a master.

She sewed it for me with her own hands...

What's your name?

I no longer have a name.

I gave it up just as I gave up all else.

At least tell me about the novel.

If you wish.

The story of my life is truly no ordinary one.

I'm a historian by education.

Two years ago, I was still employed at a museum in Moscow.

Sometimes I translated.

From what language?

I know five languages besides my own. English, French, German, Greek, Latin...

Well, I can read a little Italian.

Oh, my!

I lived... alone in Moscow.

I had no friends.

And, just imagine, one day-

-I had a state lottery bond and won 100,000 roubles.

They gave me the bond at the museum.

After winning 100,000-

-here's what I did.

I bought books-

-left my room on Myasnitskaya - oh, that cursed hole!

And rented two rooms-

-from a builder-

-in the cellar of a little house in the garden.

I left my post at the museum...

...and began writing... a novel-

-about Pontius Pilate.

And then...

It was then...

...last spring, something far greater happened-

-than winning 100,000... roubles...

Do you like my flowers?

No.

Don't you like flowers at all?

No, I do like flowers.

Just not those ones.

Then which ones?

I like roses.

Go on, please.

And don't leave anything out.

Go on?

What then? You could've guessed that yourself.

Love leapt out in front of us

Like a murderer in an alley Leaping out of nowhere

And struck us both at once

As lightning strikes

As a Finnish knife strikes!

I went out with yellow flowers so you would finally find me.

If that hadn't happened I'd have poisoned myself...

Because my life was empty.

No one knew about our affair.

Not her husband...

...nor anyone we knew.

But who is she?

She came to see me every day.

I began waiting for her from early morning.

Knives, scissors to sharpen... axes, scythes...

You're a master!

She later insisted, of course...

...that we had loved each other for ages -

- without... ever seeing or knowing one another.

And that she was living with another man.

I was too, then... with that...

What's her...

Were you married?

I'm trying to...

Varechka, Manechka...

Striped dress...

Museum...

Anyhow...

Can't remember.

I foresee fame for you, master.

Just work faster.

I'm waiting for those promised final words...

"The fifth procurator of Judea-

-the equestrian Pontius Pilate."

My whole life is in the novel.

The novel was finished in August.

The time had come to leave our secret refuge and face the world.

I... went out into the world holding the novel in my hands...

...and with that, my life was over.

Tell me...

Who are you?

In what sense?

Well...

Who had gave you the idea of...

...writing a novel on such a strange theme?

Will you publish the novel?

You see...

I couldn't make such a decision myself.

Other members of the editorial board have reviewed your work.

Including the critic Latunsky...

Ariman...

And the writer...

...Mstislav Lavrovich.

They consider that...

...the editorial board has enough material for another two years.

So the question of printing your novel...

...is ruled out.

So...

Goodbye!

Goodbye.

What else do I remember after that?

Yes, the scattered red petals on the title page.

And the eyes of my beloved.

Yes, those eyes I remember!

No...

I don't blame her for pushing me to fight.

I don't blame her, not at all!

But why, why did I go to another editor-

-to publish an excerpt from the novel?

ENEMY UNDER THE PUBLISHER'S WING

"The author, exploiting the editor's carelessness-

-tried to smuggle into print an apology for Jesus Christ."

- Critic Ariman.

"We must strike a strong blow at Pilatism-

-and at the fraud who managed to sneak it into print."

- Mstislav Lavrovich.

I assure you, the articles by...

...Ariman and Lavrovich-

-seem like child's play compared to...

...the critic Latunsky - just the title is enough.

THE MILITANT OLD BELIEVER

I will poison Latunsky!

Completely joyless Autumn days followed.

The novel was written, there was nothing more to do.

Our life was just sitting on the rug by the stove...

...and staring at the fire.

Besides...

...we started spending more time apart than before.

She began going for walks.

And I suddenly, I had a friend.

I don't make friends easily. I'm distrustful, suspicious.

And yet, someone unexpected always manages to get into my soul-

-out of the blue.

Who looks like the devil knows what.

And he'll be... the one I like more than anyone else.

-Good day! -Good day.

I have a very funny name, Mogarych.

Aloisy Mogarych.

I'm a journalist, I live nearby in a similar flat.

A bit cramped, though.

I was visiting your landlord...

...and he mentioned you live here.

I read an excerpt from your novel, and-

-I'm passionate about literature.

Please, let me read the rest.

Your novel is magnificent!

Thank you, but... the critics don't think so.

I'll can tell, you if you want...

...what the editor said about your novel?

You were accused of...

-Let me intr... -Good day!

I have a very funny name... Mogarych.

Aloisy Mogarych, a journalist.

I live nearby in a similar flat, a bit cramped, though.

So I won't invite you over.

But if you don't kick me out-

-I'll visit you... often.

I really didn't like him at all.

Never met a man who, in just one minute-

-could explain the whole article to me.

Besides...

...he did it with absolutely no effort.

He's an intelligent man!

It's up to you.

But I'm telling you, he made an awful impression on me.