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

Margarita Anna Kovalchuk

Koroviev Aleksandr Abdulov

Azazello Aleksandr Filippenko

Cat Behemoth Vano Miranjan, Semen Furman

Gella Tanya Yu

Man in uniform Valentin Gaft

Berlioz Aleksandr Adabashyan

Baron Meigel Dmitry Nagiyev

Natasha Kseniya Nazarova

Frieda Zhanna Obukhova

Fat man Semen Furman

Goat-legged man Gali Abaydulov

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 Seven

Holy mother!

Natashka! You put on the cream?

Darling, my French Queen! I even smeared it on his bald head!

Yes, I put it on him too!

Oh, it's so good...

I confess, I took the cream, I admit it.

But we want to live and fly too!

Ah, it's so good! So good, Margarita Nikolaevna!

He proposed to me!

Well, say it again, what do you want?

What did you call me, eh?

Who am I, who?

Venus!

I can't fly this fast!

I might lose some important papers!

Natalya Prokofyevna, I protest!

What did he say, that swine!

What did he tempt me with? What money did he promise me!

What, are you saying I'm lying?

I demand to be returned to my former self!

Margarita Nikolaevna, you must keep your housemaid in check!

So now I'm a housemaid?

Didn't you call me Venus?

Faster, higher...

I protest!

I will not fly to any illegal gathering!

Who's here?

Is it really you, Claudine?

But surely it's you, the Merry Widow herself!

And you're here too!

Go to the devil's mother!

Which Claudine? You'd better watch who you're talking to.

I do beg your pardon!

I took you for someone else, radiant Queen Margot.

It's the blasted cognac!

Curse it!

Get your trousers on!

Welcome, Queen!

Good evening!

Welcome, precious Queen Margot!

Hello.

Please...

Drink!

Drink, Queen!

Blessed, blessed...

-How did you arrive at the river? -Riding a broomstick!

Oh, why, that's inconvenient!

Yes?

Send a car this very minute!

Please.

Queen.

Goodbye!

I bow low, my Queen!

Greetings, Azazello!

Please.

Thank you.

This way.

Please.

Let me please introduce myself.

Koroviev.

Please, follow me.

Please.

But to business...

Margarita Nikolaevna, as a clever woman you may have guessed...

...who our host is.

Well then.

Each year, Messire hosts a ball in various cities around the world-

-the Spring Full Moon Ball, or the Ball of the Hundred Kings.

However, a hostess is required.

According to tradition-

-the hostess of the ball must bear the name Margarita, first.

And secondly, she must be a native of the area.

We've found 121 Margaritas in Moscow-

-and believe it or not, not a one is suitable.

Now, in short, very short.

You... won't refuse to accept this responsibility?

I won't refuse!

Of course! Please, follow me.

Ah, this...

It's just Behemoths ballroom tricks, nothing more.

Don't be alarmed.

The ball will be magnificent. I won't hide that from you.

We shall see faces whose power was once immense.

And besides, you yourself are of royal blood.

Why royal blood?

Ah, my queen...

Questions of blood... are the most complex in the world!

I wouldn't be far wrong in mentioning a deck shuffled most whimsically.

I offer a hint.

A certain 16th-century French queen would have been utterly astonished-

-if after all these years she was told-

-that her great-great-great-granddaughter-

-would be escorted by me through the Moscow ballrooms.

We have arrived!

Greetings to you, my Queen.

Please forgive my informal attire.

Step out!

The game's over. Our quest has arrived.

By no means.

By no means, Messire.

I beg you, don't interrupt your game.

I imagine the chess magazines would pay a handsome sum-

-if they had the chance to print it.

Yes...

Koroviev is right.

How whimsically the deck has been shuffled!

Blood...

Well, if you're going to be so charmingly courteous - as I expected -

- let's not stand on ceremony.

Devil, it's dark here!

How long will this circus under the bed last?

Come up, you cursed Behemoth!

Can't find my knight.

Show yourself now or you'll be counted lost!

You damned quitter!

Not a chance, Messire!

Well, what is this?

Why the hell a bow tie? You've no trousers.

Cats aren't meant to wear trousers, Messire.

Ever seen anyone at a ball...

...without a tie?

Very well.

I present to you Donna, my retinue.

That fooling-about rascal is...

...the cat Behemoth.

Dressed.

Azazello and Koroviev - you're already acquainted with them.

Allow me to introduce Gella, my maid.

She's quick and efficient-

-and there's no service she can't provide.

Well, there you have it.

The group, as you see, is small and rather...

...motley crew.

Yet ingenuous.

Gella, it's time!

Me too!

My leg hurts... and now this ball.

Allow me?

Those closest to me insist it's rheumatism...

...but I strongly suspect that this pain in my knee-

-was left as a souvenir by a most charming witch...

...whom I became quite intimate with-

-back in 1571.

It's nothing! It'll pass in some 300 years!

By the way, do tell me-

-are you suffering from anything?

Perhaps you carry some sorrow?

Some soul-poisoning anguish, hmm?

No, Messire. None of that.

Now, being here with you, I feel quite well.

Blood, it's a mighty thing!

Midnight is near, Messire.

Ah, good.

Now, if you please...

I thank you in advance.

Don't lose your way! And fear nothing.

Drink nothing but water or you'll grow faint and find it hard.

It's time!

This way, Queen.

Don't worry, don't.

It won't help.

You must, you must, you must!

Everyone must bear their burden.

You have to suffer, my crystal Donna!

They were made for the feet of a certain Chinese princess.

Or, maybe you want to resign?

What are you saying?

I will survive!

The Ball!

Who's the conductor?

Johann Strauss!

And they can hang me from a liana in the jungle-

-if such an orchestra ever played at any ball.

Only world-famous folk here.

I invited them myself!

And note, not a single one fell ill, nor did a single one refuse!

Greetings to you, King of the Waltzes!

Time to welcome the guests, my Queen.

Please.

Something happened?

Nothing.

Please.

Where are the guests?

The guests will arrive, Queen. There will be plenty.

And truly, I'd sooner chop firewood-

-than receive them here... on stage.

Chopping wood, pah! I'd rather work as a conductor on a tram.

And there's no worse job in the whole world than that!

Allow me, Queen, a final word.

The guests will be of many kinds - of every kind.

But I beg you, Queen Margot-

-no one, no one must be favoured.

And another thing, Queen...

Do not overlook anyone...

-...or they'll simply wither away. -Exactly!

Ah, the first ones! Monsieur Jacques and his wife.

I commend to you, Queen, one of the most interesting men.

A confirmed counterfeiter and a traitor to the state.

Yet a rather fine alchemist.

He made his name by poisoning the king's mistress.

Not for just anyone!

Queen.

The Queen is delighted!

We're delighted!

Earl Robert - still as fascinating!

How amusing - the tables are turned, Queen.

He was the Queen's lover and poisoned his wife.

We're pleased, Earl!

Oh! A most charming and respected lady, Signora Tofana!

Extremely popular among young, charming Neapolitan ladies-

-especially those weary of their husbands.

It happens, Queen...

...husbands do get tiresome?

Indeed.

Then, Signora Tofana took pity on these poor women-

-and sold them liquid in tiny bottles.

The wife poured it into her husband's soup-

-and the next day the lovely Neapolitan was free as a spring wind.

You see, that thing on her leg is a Spanish boot.

The enraged gaolers strangled Signora Tofana in prison.

How honoured I am, Royal hostess-

-that such a high honour falls to me!

I am pleased!

The honour is ours!

Ah, here's Frieda, a boring woman.

Ever dreaming of her handkerchief.

For 30 years, her maid placed a handkerchief on her bedside table.

She wakes up - it's there.

She tried to burn it in the oven and drown it in the river - nothing helped.

-What handkerchief? -The one with a blue border.

When she worked in a café, the owner called her to the storeroom.

Nine months later she gave birth to a boy-

-took him to the forest, stuffed the kerchief in his mouth-

-and buried him in the ground.

At the trial, she claimed she couldn't feed the child.

We're delighted!

-Where's the owner... -Queen, what's the owner to do here?

After all, he did not smother the baby in the forest!

You scoundrel! Don't butt in again or…

I spoke legally-ish, from a juridical point of view!

I'll be quiet, quiet... just let go of my ear!

Frieda, Frieda, my name is Frieda!

-Oh, Queen... -Go and get drunk tonight, Frieda.

-And don't think about a thing. -Go on, go on!

We're delighted! The Queen is delighted.

-I bow before you. -We're delighted!

Where's the Queen?

-I'm enchanted! -I'm delighted!

We're delighted!

The Queen is delighted!

Queen, a second of your attention - Emperor Rudolf, sorcerer and alchemist.

Oh, the marquise!

She poisoned her father and siblings for the inheritance!

Goddess!

We're delighted!

Charming!

Madame Minkina!

What a beauty!

A bit nervous, but why burn the maid's face with curling tongs?

Of course, she was stabbed!

The Queen is delighted!

Forgive me, are you tired?

Not at all.

-I'm delighted! -We're delighted!

Ah, here she is!

Oh, what a splendid brothel she ran in Strasbourg, oi!

We're delighted!

This young man was known since youth for strange fantasies.

An odd dreamer.

Once a young girl fell for him, and he sold her to a brothel.

We're delighted!

Ah! A Moscow dressmaker.

We all love her for her lively fantasy.

She ran a salon and came up with a frightfully funny idea -

- drilled two cheeky holes in the wall.

-And the ladies didn't know? -They all knew.

We're delighted!

Good evening!

Well then, Baron...

I'm awaiting your report.

Oh, Gaius Caesar Caligula and Messalina!

Just a little bit longer, Queen...

The Queen is delighted!

I'm enchanted!

Queen, I swear these are our final minutes.

Your Highness!

Ah, the revellers from Brocken!

They always arrive last.

Yes, here they are... the drunken vampires.

That's all?

-No, no, no... -No.

-You must go around, Queen Margot... -Mingle with guests.

...so our honoured guests don't feel ignored.

Frieda, Frieda, my name is Frieda, Oh, Queen! Frieda.

No, my sweet little dove... later, later.

Queen!

Frieda, Frieda, my name is Frieda! Oh, Queen! Frieda!

-Shall we rest? -Not at all!

-Oh! -Be careful!

The final bow, Queen, and we are free.

Mikhail Alexandrovich, it all came true, didn't it?

Your head was cut off by a woman, the meeting never took place-

-and I'm living in your flat.

That's a fact!

And a fact is the most stubborn thing in the world.

But now we're interested in what's next.

You were always an avid proponent of the theory-

-that after his head is cut off, a man's life comes to an end-

-he turns to ashes, and fades into nothingness.

I'm pleased to inform you, in front of my guests-

-although they actually serve as proof of a completely different theory-

-that your theory is solid and sound.

However-

-one theory is as good as another.

Among them, there is one-

-which holds that each will be given according to his faith.

May it come true!

You shall enter non-existence!

And I shall... joyfully drink from the goblet-

-into which you are transformed - to toast...

...existence.

Where's that baron?

At this moment, Messire, he will appear before you.

In this profound silence-

-I can hear the creaking of his polished shoes.

And how he sets the glass on the table...

...from which he drank his life's last champagne.

Here he is!

I am pleased to introduce to you the most esteemed Baron Meigel.

A member of the Spectacles Commission-

-whose role is to acquaint foreigners with the sights of our capital.

The dear Baron was so obliging-

-that, upon my arrival in Moscow he immediately contacted me-

-offering his particular expertise.

That is, to guide visitors around the city's sights.

It goes without saying that I was pleased to invite him for a visit.

By the way, Baron...

Rumours abound regarding your exceptional... curiosity.

Moreover...

...wicked tongues have uttered such words as-

-informant... and spy.

Furthermore-

-it's assumed that this will bring you to a sorry end...

...within less than a month.

And now...

To spare you the trouble of a tiresome wait-

-we have decided to assist you-

-taking advantage of the fact, that...

...you intruded on me as a guest, with the sole purpose...

...of spying... and eavesdropping.

I raise my goblet to your health, ladies and gentlemen!

Drink!

Fear not, Queen. Fear not.

The blood's seeped into the earth-

-and where it was spilt, grapevines are already growing.

Drink!