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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

Pilate Kirill Lavrov

Yeshua Sergej Besrukov

Koroviev Aleksandr Abdulov

Azazello Aleksandr Filippenko

Cat Behemoth Vano Miranjan, Semen Furman

Afranius Liubomiras Laucevičius

Man in uniform Valentin Gaft

Gella - Tanya Yu Mogarych - Gennadi Bogachev

Niza - Rosina Tsidulko Judas - Dmitry Nagiyev

Natasha - Kseniya Nazarova Nikolai Ivanovich - Vadim Lobanov

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 Eight

Well now...

Did they torment you terribly?

Oh no, Messire.

Noblesse oblige!

Privilege entails responsibility!

Is that vodka?

Mercy, my Queen! Would I serve a lady vodka?

It's pure spirit!

Drink boldly!

The full-moon night is festive-

-and I'm dining in company with my retinue and servants.

To your health!

And so, how do you feel?

How was that tiresome ball?

-Stunning! -Stunning!

Everyone was enchanted, spellbound, overwhelmed.

Such tact, such skill, grace and charm!

Beyond words!

Do tell me-

-did you really shot him, that former baron?

Naturally!

How could I not have shot him?

He had to be shot!

I wonder... what if they come to arrest you?

They certainly would, charming Queen, they would.

But it wouldn't be interesting.

I was so thrilled when that baron fell. You must be a good shot?

Depends on the situation.

It's one thing to hit the glass on a photo of critic Latunsky...

...quite another... to hit him in...

-...the heart. -Heart! The heart!

And who is this... critic Latunsky?

There's a certain critic...

Tonight, I smashed up his entire flat!

Just look at you!

Ah, but why?

He, Messire, has ruined a certain master.

But why did you have to do it... yourself?

Let me tear his head off!

Sit down!

I'll go there.

Right now.

No!

No.

I beg you, Messire!

It's unnecessary.

As you wish...

As you wish.

I suppose it's time...

It's late.

Where's the rush?

It's time.

I thank you, Messire!

All the best, Messire!

Perhaps you'd like... to say a word before you leave?

No, nothing.

Except if you still need my services-

-I am ready to do anything you wish.

I'm not tired at all and I truly enjoyed the ball.

So, if it had gone on longer-

-I would gladly have offered my knee-

-for thousands of hangmen and murderers to kiss it.

Indeed!

You are absolutely right.

We were testing you...

This was a test.

Never ask for anything. Never for anything!

And especially from those who are stronger than you.

They'll offer it themselves!

And they'll give it all themselves!

Sit down... proud woman!

And so, Margot, what do you wish for having been my hostess tonight?

How much do you value your knee?

Speak now without hesitation -

- for I am the one offering.

So may I ask for only one thing?

Don't ask - demand!

Demand, my Donna!

I want...

I want them to stop giving Frieda the kerchief she used to smother her baby.

Since you might have been bribed-

-by that fool Frieda, it's out of the question.

I simply don't know what to do.

You strike me as a person of exceptional kindness.

A person of high moral character?

I'm a light-hearted person.

I only asked for Frieda because I had carelessly given her hope.

She's waiting, Messire.

She believes in my power.

If she's left disappointed, I'll have no peace in my life.

It just happened.

Aah...

That's understandable.

-Will you do it? -By no means!

Each department must look after its own affairs.

I will not do it!

But you can do it yourself.

Do I have the power?

Just do it, what a pain...

Frieda!

Queen!

You're forgiven.

You are forgiven! You'll never see the handkerchief again.

Queen...

Thank you, and farewell!

Well then, Behemoth...

Let us not profit from the acts of an impractical woman on such a night.

Of course, Messire.

So...

It doesn't count!

I did nothing.

What do you wish for yourself?

Diamond Donna, you'd best use your head this time.

Or you may see your fortune slip away.

I want my beloved brought back to me at once.

Master!

You?

You!

You.

I'm hallucinating again.

No, no!

Don't fear anything!

Don't cry, Margot, don't trouble me, I'm very ill.

I'm here with you.

I'm here with you!

Yes...

They did a fine job on him.

Yes.

Trust me...

They'll help you!

Knight, give this man something to drink.

-Here. -Drink, drink!

Are you afraid?

No, no, trust me, they'll help you!

Good omen!

Is it you, Margot?

Don't doubt, it's me!

Look, he's already coming around.

There now.

That's another matter. Now let's talk.

Who are you?

I'm nobody now.

Where are you from?

-From the House of sorrows. I'm mad. -Horrible words!

He's a master, Messire. I'm letting you know that!

Cure him, he's worth it!

Do you know who you're speaking to?

Do you know whose guest you are?

I do.

My neighbour in the madhouse...

The poet Ivan Homeless told me about you.

Ah, yes...

I had the pleasure of meeting that young man at the Patriarch's.

He nearly drove me mad... insisting I do not exist.

But do you... really believe it is I?

I must believe.

Yes, yes, believe it. It really is him!

But tell me, why does Margarita call you a master?

That is... an excusable weakness.

She thinks too highly of the novel I once wrote.

What is the novel about?

A novel...

About Pontius Pilate.

About what! About whom?

This is astonishing!

In these times!

You couldn't find any other theme?

Let me see it!

I'm afraid I can't. I burnt it in the stove.

Forgive me, I don't believe you.

That's impossible.

Manuscripts don't burn.

Come on, Behemoth, let's have... the novel!

Here it is, the manuscript!

Almighty!

Now everything's clear.

Well... Margarita...

Go ahead, tell me everything you need.

I ask you to take us back to the cellar in the alley on Arbat.

And have the lamp lit!

-And everything as it once was! -Don't mind her, Messire.

Another man has been living in that cellar-

-and things can never be as they once were.

Never, is that what you say?

That is true.

But we'll give it a try...

Azazello!

Good evening!

-Mogarych? -Aloisy Mogarych.

Was it you, after reading Latunsky's article on the master-

-who wrote he's keeping illegal literature?

And you wanted to move into his flat?

Stop that, Margot! Don't disgrace yourself!

Protest! No disgrace!

Put in a bath. Whitewashed... vitriol!

It's nice you put in a bath. He needs to take a bath!

Out!

This will perhaps be neater than what Ivan said.

Ah, excuse me, but are you...

...the same cat-

-who got on the tram?

I am!

How nice to hear you address a cat so politely.

People usually address cats as "thou".

Despite the fact that no cat has ever drunk Brüderschaft!

It seems to me, for some reason, you're not an ordinary cat.

Thank you!

Anyway, they'll miss me at the hospital.

Why would they bother?

Are these your medical records?

-Yes. -Ooh...

This is the landlord's house register?

-Yes. -Who is registered in it?

Aloisy Mogarych.

Gone!

There's no...

...Mogarych.

And note this - never was!

If the landlord wonders, tell him Aloisy appeared -

- in his dreams.

That's all, Messire!

No, not quite.

Where shall we, my dear Donna, put your entourage?

I've no use for them.

Darling, darling Margarita Nikolaevna, beg them to leave me as a witch!

Monsieur Jacques proposed to me and gave me five gold coins!

I beg, comrades-

-I implore you to issue me a certificate-

-stating where I spent the previous night.

To be presented to the militsiya and my wife.

We usually don't issue certificates.

But for you, we will make an exception.

A special one!

Write, Gella!

It is hereby certified-

-that the bearer, Nikolai Ivanovich-

-spent the aforementioned night-

-at Satan's ball-

-having been summoned there as a means of transportation.

Put a bracket, Gella!

In brackets, write "hog".

Signature - Behemoth.

PAID

Here you go.

There!

Thank you, comrades.

Thank you.

Let me go back! I can't be a vampire.

Well, I almost killed Rimsky, with Gella, back then.

And I'm not bloodthirsty. Let me go!

What's all this raving?

Kindly don't worry, Messire.

Don't be rude on the telephone, and don't lie on the telephone!

Got it? Will you stop doing that?

As God is my... that is...

I mean to say, Your High...

Right after dinner...

All right. Home with you!

So then, back to the... Arbat cellar?

And your novel... Pilate?

I hate that novel.

I've suffered too much for it.

Don't listen to him, Messire! He is too tormented.

But... you should be writing about something?

If the procurator has worn you out-

-why not write about someone else? Say this...

...Aloisy.

No editor would ever publish that.

Besides, it's not even interesting.

And how will you live?

Will you become a beggar?

Gladly... gladly.

She'll come to her senses and leave me.

I don't think so.

But let me tell you, that your novel...

...will still bring you surprises!

It's very sad.

No, no, it's not sad.

Nothing terrible will happen anymore!

Well, Margarita Nikolaevna...

All is done!

Do you have any complaint against me?

How... how can you, Messire!

Then take this from me... as a memento!

Farewell!

Goodbye.

This I don't understand...

It's midnight again and again. Shouldn't it be morning now?

A festive night... is rather pleasant to...

...to linger a little longer.

Well...

I wish you happiness!

Open up!

No one here!

"The sun returned to Yershalaim...

"...and, before going drown in the Mediterranean Sea...

"...sent farewell rays-

-to the city hated by the procurator."

An excellent vintage!

It's not Falernian?

Caecuban, thirty years old.

And so, what can you tell me...

...about the mood in the city?

I believe, Procurator, that the mood in Yershalaim is now stable.

So, can we be sure that the riots no longer pose a threat?

One may vouch for only one thing in this world -

- the power of the great Caesar.

May the gods grant him long life and peace throughout the world!

So, do you think the troops can be withdrawn now?

I believe so, Procurator...

...the Thunderbolt cohort may withdraw.

It would be imposing if they marched through the city as farewell.

A very good idea!

The day after tomorrow I'll send them off...

...and leave myself.

By the feast of the Twelve Gods, I swear to you by the Lares...

...I would give a great deal to do it today.

The Procurator doesn't like Yershalaim?

Have mercy...

There's no place on earth more hopeless!

Magicians, sorcerers, wizards...

...locks of worshippers!

Fanatics!

Just take this messiah...

...they suddenly started expecting this year!

At every moment you expect to be witness to the most dreadful bloodshed!

Troops constantly being shifted about-

-reading complaints and accusations -

- half of them directed at you yourself!

You must admit, it's rather wearing.

Well, let us return to the matter!

Now, tell me about the execution.

What exactly interests the Procurator?

Were there any attempts by the crowd to express their outrage?

-That is the main concern. -There were no...

...crowds at all.

Very good.

Did you yourself confirm... that they were dead?

The Procurator may be certain of it.

Tell me, was the drink given to them...

...before being tied to the posts?

Yes.

But he refused to drink it.

Who?

Forgive me... did I not name him?

Ha-Notsri.

Madman!

To die under the burning sun!

Why refuse what is lawfully offered?

What words did he use to refuse it?

He said he was grateful...

...and he blamed no one for his life being taken.

Whom?

That, Hegemon, he did not say.

Did he try to preach anything-

-in the soldiers' presence?

No, Hegemon.

He said very little...

...this time.

The only thing he said-

-was that...

...of all mankind's countless vices-

-he regarded cowardice as one of the worst.

Why did he say this?

There's no way of knowing.

He behaved somewhat strangely - as he always did.

What was strange about it?

He kept...

...trying to catch the eye of one man-

-then another among those around him...

...and kept smiling...

...a kind of lost smile.

Nothing else?

Nothing else.

The matter is as follows...

Although we cannot, at present, discover-

-any of his disciples or followers-

-we cannot guarantee that there are none!

Therefore...

...I ask you to remove-

-immediately and quietly...

...from the face of the earth.

...the bodies of the three executed men.

And to bury them in secret and in silence...

...so that no whisper nor trace...

-...remains. -Understood, Hegemon.

Given the seriousness of this matter-

-allow me to act immediately.

I'll see you out.

There are two further matters.

First...

Your outstanding and faithful service as Chief of the Secret Service-

-under the Procurator of Judea-

-gives me the pleasant opportunity to report this to Rome.

I am merely fulfilling my duty to the Emperor.

It is my honour to serve under you, Hegemon.

I am pleased to hear it.

And the other matter.

It concerns that, what's his name...

Judas of Kiriath.

They say he received money-

-for welcoming into his house this...

-...mad philosopher. -He will!

And is it a large sum?

No one can know that, Hegemon.

-Not even you? -Alas, not even I.

But I do know that he'll get the money this very evening.

He's being summoned today to Kaifa's palace.

That greedy old man from Kiriath!

-An old man? -The Procurator is never wrong-

-but this time he is mistaken.

The man from Kiriath is young.

You don't say!

Can you describe his character to me?

-A fanatic? -Oh, no, Procurator.

I see. Anything else?

-He's very handsome. -What else?

Might he have some keen passion?

He has one passion, Procurator - a passion for money.

I see!

So.

This is the matter at hand...

I've just received information that he'll be killed tonight.

You, Procurator, have praised me too highly.

I don't believe I deserve your report. I don't have such information.

You deserve the highest reward...

...but there is such information!

May I dare ask, who provided this information?

Let me not say that yet.

Especially since it's vague, dark, and unreliable.

But I must foresee everything. That is my duty.

And above all, I must trust my own intuition...

...for it has never yet deceived me.

According to the information-

-one of Ha-Notsri's secret followers-

-outraged by the monstrous betrayal, by this...

...money-changer-

-has conspired with his allies to kill him tonight-

-and return the blood money back to the High Priest-

-with a note saying "I return the accursed money."

Can you imagine how pleased the High Priest will be-

-to receive such a gift on the feast night?

Not only unpleasant, but I believe, Procurator-

-that it will cause a huge scandal.

I am of the same opinion.

That is why I ask you to...

...take care of this matter.

That is, take all possible steps-

-to protect Judas of Kiriath.

The Hegemons order shall be obeyed.

But I must reassure the Hegemon-

-the villains' plot is most difficult to to execute.

Just think -

- they have to track him down, murder him-

-find out how much money he received-

-and manage to return it to Kaifa.

And all this in one night - tonight.

All the same, he'll be killed tonight.

I have a foreboding, I tell you!

And it has never deceived me!

So they'll murder him, Hegemon?

Yes!

And our only hope is your skill which so amazes everyone.

I salute you!

And wish you health and happiness!

Ah, yes, I almost forgot!

I owe you money.

Please, Procurator-

-you owe me nothing.

Of course I do!

As I was riding into Yershalaim, remember?

The crowd of beggars, I wanted to throw them some money...

But I had none, so I borrowed from you.

Oh, Procurator! That was such a trifle.

Even trifles should be remembered.

I shall expect your report-

-on the burial, and also on this matter of...

...Judas of Kiriath-

-this very night.

You hear me, Afranius?

Tonight!

-I salute you! -Be well!

I've lost something, irretrievably.

If only I could do some small, worthless thing to set things right...

...by some belated actions.

Deceiving myself!

Banga!

Banga!

Show me the money.

Niza?

Niza!

Is it you, Judas? I didn't recognise you.

But that's a good - we have a saying, the unrecognised will become rich.

Where are you going, Niza?

And why do you want to know?

But how...

We had it all arranged.

You said you'd be home all evening.

-I wanted to come and see you... -Ah, no! I got bored.

When you're feasting, what am I to do?

Listen to you sighing on the terrace-

-and be afraid that the servant will tell my husband?

Husband...

I decided to leave town and listen to the nightingales.

Leave town alone?

Of course, alone.

Niza, let me go with you.

-Why so quiet, Niza? -Won't I be bored with you?

-Very well, let us go. -But where... where to?

Go to the olive estate, to Gethsemane, beyond the Kidron.

I'll go ahead, but don't follow at my heels.

I'll go on ahead. Cross the stream, you know the grotto?

-I know. -I'll be there.

But do not dare follow me yet, have patience.

Wait here.

Niza.

Niza!

Niza.

How much did you get?

Speak, if you want to live!

Thirty... tetradrachmas.

That's all I've got with me.

Here... here's the money!

Take it, but spare my life!

Niza...

You're alive!?

I'm walking beside you so I guess I'm alive.

We have as much time as we need.

The storm won't come before evening.

And cowardice...

...is surely one of the worst vices.

No, philosopher, I do not agree with you.

It is the worst vice!

I was no coward back then, in the Valley of the Maidens-

-when the furious Germani nearly tore apart Ratslayer the Giant!

But have mercy on me, philosopher!

Do you really think, with your wisdom-

-that for the sake of one man who has committed a crime against Caesar...

...I would ruin my career -

- as Procurator of Judea?

Yes...

I'll ruin it.

I will ruin it!

This morning I never would have-

-but tonight, after weighing it all...

...I'll ruin it.

I shall ruin it!

Now we shall always be together.

Where there's one, there will be the other.

Whenever they remember me...

...they'll remember you too.

Me, a foundling-

-the son of unknown parents...

...and you-

-the son of an astrologer-king and a miller's daughter...

...the beautiful Pila.

Yes, and don't forget me!

Remember me...

...the astrologer's son.

Chief of Secret Service is here.

I request to be tried, Procurator.

You were right.

I failed to protect Judas of Kiriath.

He's been stabbed to death.

This is the bag of money...

...the killers left at the High Priest's residence.

The blood on this bag is Judas of Kiriath's blood.

How much is there, I wonder?

Thirty tetradrachmas.

Not much.

Where's the murdered man?

I do not know.

We'll search in the morning.

But are you sure that... he was killed?

Procurator, I've served fifteen years in Judea.

I began under Valerius Gratus.

I don't need to see the corpse to know a man has been killed.

Forgive me, Afranius!

I'm not fully awake yet -

- that's why I said it.

I sleep poorly...

...and keep seeing in my dreams...

...a moonbeam.

It's quite funny, imagine, as if...

...I'm walking along that beam.

So, tell me-

-I'd like to hear your thoughts... on this case.

Where would you search for him?

Take a seat, Chief of the Secret Service.