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with the support of the Federal Agency for Culture and Cinematography

Mikhail Bulgakov

The MASTER and MARGARITA

Woland Oleg Basilashvili

Pilate Kirill Lavrov

Ivan Homeless Vladislav Galkin

Koroviev Aleksandr Abdulov

Azazello Aleksandr Filippenko

Cat Behemoth Aleksandr Bashirov, Vano Miranjan, Semen Furman

Afranius Liubomiras Laucevičius

Man in uniform Valentin Gaft

Levi Matthew Semyon Strugachyov

Rimsky Ilya Oleynikov

Likhodeev Aleksandr Pankratov-Chyorny

Varenukha Andrey Sharkov

Investigator Aleksandr Tshaban

Nikolai Ivanovich - Vadim Lobanov Archibald Archibaldovich - Nikolay Burov

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 Nine

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.

I would look for him...

...near the olive press in the garden of Gethsemane.

And why there, precisely?

It seems inconceivable to me-

-that Judas was killed in Yershalaim itself.

He was killed just outside the city.

They must have lured him out.

Who could have lured him out, and how?

Yes, Procurator-

-that's a very difficult question.

And I don't even know...

...if I'll be able to solve it.

Could a woman have done it?

Absolutely not, Procurator.

That is quite out of question.

To interpret the murder in that way-

-would only mislead us, hold up the investigation-

-and confuse me.

But what could it be?

I believe... it's once again a matter of money.

An excellent idea!

But who would offer him money outside the city, and at night?

Oh, no, Procurator, not like that.

Judas wanted to hide his money in a secret place-

-known to him alone.

Now I understand!

He was lured out not by others-

-but by his own thought.

Yes, yes - that's it!

I'll begin the search for the murderers-

-who tracked Judas outside the city.

And as I have already reported, I'll stand trial myself.

I declare to you, Afranius-

-that I see no reason to put you on trial.

You have done all you could-

-and no one alive could've done more.

Yes, I forgot to ask...

How did they manage to slip the money to Kaifas?

You see, Procurator...

...it's not particularly difficult.

They threw the bundle over the fence.

-With a note? -Yes.

Exactly as you suspected, Procurator.

Good heavens, what are you doing, Afranius?

Those must be temple seals!

The Procurator needn't trouble himself with that matter.

"I return the accursed money."

Do you really have all the seals?

It couldn't be otherwise, Procurator.

I can just picture the look on Kaifa's face.

Yes, Procurator, it caused great unrest.

When I asked whether any money had been paid-

-in Kaifa's palace-

-I was told categorically that it had not.

Is that so?

Well then, if none was paid, none was paid!

That makes it harder to find the murderers!

Quite right, Procurator.

Yes, Afranius, it suddenly occurred to me...

Could he have taken his own life?

Oh, no, Procurator.

Forgive me, but that is utterly impossible!

Oh, in this city everything is possible!

I dare say that very soon rumours of it-

-will be spread across the city.

That may be, Procurator.

So then, the matter is clear.

Let us turn... to the burial.

The executed men have been buried, Procurator.

Putting you on trial, Afranius, would be a crime.

You deserve the highest reward.

How was it done?

The secret guard, under my aide, reached the hill at dusk.

One of the bodies was not found on the hill.

How did I not foresee it!

No need to worry, Procurator.

They found the body soon enough.

-A certain man... -Levi Matthew!

Yes, Procurator.

Levi Matthew was hiding in a cave, waiting for darkness.

He had the naked body of Yeshua Ha-Notsri with him.

When the guards entered the cave with a torch-

-Levi fell into despair and rage, waving a knife.

Did they have to seize him?

The daring madman was calmed when he was told that...

-...the body will be buried. -Did they run him off?

No, Procurator, my aide allowed him to take part in the burial.

Could my aide have made a mistake?

There was no mistake!

I'm beginning to lose my bearings, Afranius.

It seems I'm dealing with a man who never makes mistakes.

And that man is you!

Levi Matthew was taken into the cart along with the dead bodies...

...and within two hours they arrived at a desolate ravine.

There, the men dug a deep pit...

...and buried all three bodies.

Ah, if only I could have foreseen it!

I needed to see...

...this Levi Matthew.

He is here... Procurator.

I thank you, Afranius...

...for all that was done in this matter.

I request the men who carried out the burial-

-shall be rewarded.

Please accept this...

...as a memento.

It is a great honour... Procurator.

What's the matter with you?

I'm tired.

Sit down.

Explain why you didn't sit in the chair.

I'm filthy, I'd soil it.

You'll get something to eat.

I don't want to eat!

Why lie?

You haven't eaten today.

Maybe even longer.

Very well, don't eat.

I called you here-

-so you could show me the knife you had.

The soldiers took it from me when they brought me here.

Give it back to me.

I have to return it to its owner.

I stole it.

What for?

To cut the ropes.

Mark!

Give me his knife.

Don't worry about the knife.

It'll be returned to the shop.

Now, show me that parchment.

The one you carry with you...

...where Yeshua's words are written down.

You want to take everything!

Even the last thing I have left.

I didn't say give me.

I said show me!

"There is no death."

"Yesterday we ate...

...sweet spring baccuroth."

"We shall see the pure river...

...the water of life."

"Mankind shall behold the sun-

-through clear crystal."

"One of the worst vices...

...cowardice."

Take it.

You're a learned man, I can see.

There's no reason for you, all alone...

...to wander in beggar's rags without a home.

I have a large library in Caesarea.

I'm very wealthy and wish to take you into my service.

You will sort out and care for the papyri.

You'll be fed and clothed.

No, I don't want to!

Why?

Do you find me unpleasant?

Are you afraid of me?

No.

It is because you must fear me!

It won't be easy for you to look me in the face...

...after you have killed...

...Him.

Be silent!

Take some money.

You have learned nothing of what he taught you!

For if you had-

-you would have accepted something from me.

Remember, before he died he said he blamed no one!

You're cruel!

And he was not.

Where will you go?

Know this, Hegemon-

-in Yershalaim-

-I will murder a certain man!

I'm telling you this, so you know-

-there will be more...

...blood.

I know, there will be more blood.

You want to kill me, of course?

No.

I would not be able to kill you.

I am not such a foolish man.

But I'll murder Judas of Kiriath!

I will dedicate the rest of my life to it.

You won't succeed in that.

Don't trouble yourself.

Judas has already... been killed tonight.

Who!!

Who did it?!

Don't be jealous.

I fear he had...

...other admirers besides you.

Who did it, eh?

I did it.

It was, of course... not very much,

But nevertheless it was - I.

Well...

...will you take something now?

Tell them to give me-

-a piece of clean...

...parchment.

Good afternoon, Ivan Nikolaevich! I'm an investigator.

I'd like to discuss the incident two days ago at Patriarch's Ponds.

I heard you wanted to meet us.

So here we are.

Don't you care about Berlioz's fate?

I'm ready to answer all questions.

Tell me, Ivan Nikolaevich, how far were you from the turnstile-

-at the time...

...when Berlioz slipped under the tram?

I was far away.

And the checkered one?

Was he close to the turnstile?

So you know about the checkered one?

And the cat. We know everything!

Once again, where was he?

He was sitting on a bench nearby.

Are you sure, Ivan Nikolaevich, that he didn't go over...

...to the turnstile just as Berlioz fell?

I'm sure. He didn't go near it.

I wish you a speedy recovery!

I hope we'll soon be reading your poems again.

I won't write poems anymore.

They were bad poems.

I've come to realise that now.

Likhodeev!

You're under arrest.

Please, lock me up... in a bulletproof cell.

On Thursday afternoon...

...in my office...

...at the Variety, I got drunk.

After that I went somewhere. But where, can't remember.

Then I drank Starka. But where, can't remember.

Then I laid down under a fence. But where, can't remember...

...and so on.

Varenukha, your reckless behaviour is obstructing-

-this important investigation for which you'll be obviously charged.

I'm lying.

I lie because I'm terrified.

I fear revenge from Mr Woland's gang who held me.

Please, I beg you!

I want to be... locked up in a bulletproof cell.

To hell with their bulletproof cells!

They're scared of those scoundrels.

Calm down Varenukha. We'll protect you without any cell.

Tell us everything honestly.

I haven't drunk Starka under any fence!

Two men beat me - one redhead with a fang, the other a tramp.

-Who looked like a cat? -Yes, yes, yes!

I was two days in flat No. 50, serving as...

...vampire bait.

I nearly killed our findirector, Rimsky.

Yes...

What you've told... it's hard to believe...

Wait.

"Certificate"

"It is hereby certified that the bearer, Nikolai Ivanovich-

-spent the... night..."

"Behemoth"

How... is that possible?

This Natasha, the neighbour's housemaid-

-flew out of the window, climbed onto my back-

-and dragged me out of Moscow.

Under duress I had no choice but to obey.

I have...

...a request!

-A bulletproof cell? -No.

Please, say nothing to my wife.

From your office window, did you see the accused known as Gella?

In your office, did you speak with Administrator Varenukha?

How did you come to be in Leningrad?

I felt ill and confused when I left.

Lock me up... in a bulletproof cell.

I understand.

Very well.

Three groups ready to go - at once!

Sadovaya 302B.

Flat No. 50 is showing signs of life again!

What are those footsteps on the stairs?

That's them coming...

...to arrest us.

Ah!

Well...

In the flat!

I see...

Comrade Sidorov!

That's quite something!

Exceptionally clean work!

I'm not messing. Don't bother anyone.

Just reparating my Primus!

I also feel obliged to warn you-

-that the cat is an ancient and inviolable creature!

Well, you inviolable, ventriloquial cat-

-step this way!

It's over!

Take him away!

My legs, comrade commander!

The only thing that can save a mortally wounded cat-

-is a sip of petrol!

I can't move!

Net, the net, throw it!

It's stuck!

-Halt! -Take him alive!

Halt, I say!

I don't understand why you're treating me so harshly.

Tear it down!

Chandelier!

I challenge you to a duel!

Mag, give it!

Quiet, quiet, quiet!

What's going on in the flat?

I can't get any work done.

-It's Behemoth, devil take him!

-Messire, it's Saturday.

The sun is sinking. Time to leave.

Excuse me, but I can't talk any longer.

Time to leave!

Grab him!

It's on fire!

Back door!

Fire station? Right, run right!

Sadovaya 302B, come immediately!

Hunt them down across Moscow!

Send telegrams to every main railway station!

Capture the gang, dead or alive!

No cats allowed!

Pardon, did you say cats?

Where do you see a cat?

O-only foreign currency.

My dear fellow, how do you know that I haven't any?

Are you judging by my suit?

Never judge a man by his suit, my dear guardian.

You could be mistaken, and gravely so!

I might have a full Primus of currency!

A splendid store!

Yes!

A very fine store!

Yes!

Mum, buy me a sweet!

-Come on, darling, I've no money! -Mum, buy me a sweet!

Goot?

Top-notch!

Goot I like.

Bat not.

This department is splendid too.

And the foreigner is likeable.

No, Fagott, no!

You're wrong, something's missing from the gentleman's face.

Here you are.

-How many? -One!

Price of the mandarins?

Three roubles a kilo.

I'd like a bite, oy-oy-oy...

Behemoth, eat up!

What're you doing!

Lost your mind?

I'll explain in a moment... Just wait...

He's eating...

-Wait! -What are you doing?

Don't gulp like that! Eat like a normal man.

Why?

Palosich!

Darling, sweetie, beauty! We're out of currency, what can you do!

But I swear, next time-

-not later than next Monday, we'll pay it all in cash.

All right, yes?

We're nearby, on Sadovaya.

Where the fire was.

Call the militsiya!

Palosich!

What're you doing, swine!

Palosich!

Whistle!

Citizens!

What's going on here?

Eh?

Allow me to ask you that!

What's going on here?

This poor man, this poor soul-

-has spent all day fixing Primus stoves.

He... he's starving!

Where could he get foreign currency? Just stop that!

Where from? I ask again. I'm asking - where?

Right!

He's exhausted...

...from hunger and thirst!

He's hot.

So...

So he goes and samples a mandarin!

And that mandarin's worth just three kopecks!

And now they're whistling like nightingales in the spring woods!

Disturbing the militsiya at work!

But he can! Yes, he can!

-Who are you? -Who is he?

Where did he come from?

What for? Did we miss him?

-Did we invite him! -Did we?

Of course!

He's, as you see, in his best lilac suit.

All puffed up on all that salmon!

He's stuffed full of... currency!

And us?

Ours then?

Comrades, I'm bitter!

Bitter!

What're you doing, citizen?

Help me!

Murder!

Militsiya! The bandits are murdering me...

Open the door!

Freeze! Don't move!

Calm down, citizens! Calm down!

Halt! Stay where you are!

Halt!

Hah, the writers' house!

You see, Behemoth, I've heard nothing but praise for it.

Take a look, my friend!

It's pleasant to think that here, beneath this roof-

-lies and ripens a whole abyss of talent-

-each dedicating their life entirely-

-to the service of Melpomene-

-Polyhymnia, and Thalia.

Like pineapples in a greenhouse!

And a sweet awe creeps into one's heart-

-at the thought that in this house something is ripening even now...

...the future author of...

...Don Quixote.

Or Faust.

Or...

Devil take me!

Dead Souls!

-Frightful thought! -No...

But!

But, I say and I repeat this - but!

Only if they don't rot!

And that can happen to pineapples! Oh, how it happens...

What happens on the veranda?

They're dining. It's a proper cheap little restaurant.

And I, like any tourist on the eve of a long journey-

-would like a bite to eat.

-And have a large frosty mug of beer. -Me too.

Your ID cards?

I beg your pardon, but what cards?

Are you writers?

Of course! Take off your hat.

Your ID cards!

-My darling... -Not your darling!

Oh, such a pity...

Well, you needn't be!

So, do you really need to see Dostoevsky's ID to prove he's a writer?

Take five pages from any of his novels-

-and without any ID, you would see he's... a writer.

I bet he didn't even have one.

-What do you think? -I'll bet he didn't!

-You're not Dostoevsky! -Well, who knows?

Dostoevsky's dead.

What?!

I protest. Dostoevsky is immortal!

Let them in, Sofia Pavlovna.

Your names?

-Panayev. -Skabichevsky.

Look!

What may I serve you?

I've a most particular fish, snatched from the architects' convention.

Well, we would have a bite of, err...

I understand.

May I offer you a fillet of hazel grouse?

Uh-huh...

Excuse me, just a minute.

I'd like to see the fillets myself.

Miss. NKVD. Urgent.

Hazel grouse!

Don't move!

Just like children.

According to the reports, we detained-

-in Leningrad - citizens Volman and Volper.

In Saratov, Kiev and Kharkov - three Volodins.

In Kazan - one Volokh.

And in Penza, for reasons unknown-

-a chemistry PhD student, Vetchinkevich.

Indeed, he was very tall, dark-haired with dark skin.

In addition to these-

-nine Korovins, four Korovkins, and two Karavaevs.

One citizen was taken off the Sevastopol train-

-handcuffed, at Belgorod station.

He had attempted to entertain his fellow passengers with card tricks.

In Yaroslavl, a man arrived at lunchtime-

-at a restaurant carrying a Primus stove-

-he had just picked up after repair.

The moment the two doormen saw him-

-they abandoned their posts and fled the restaurant-

-followed by all visitors and staff.

Meanwhile, the cashier lost all the takings inexplicably.

Sadly, there were other victims too - black cats.

For example, in Armavir, one of these innocent cats-

-was brought to the militsiya by a citizen-

-with its front paws tied up.

Get out!

Quite a few of them are working on these floors...

The public assists the Purge Commission.

RKI (the Workers' and Peasants' Inspection)

The workers' brigades at the GET Electric Plant are participating in the NKF purge (People's Commissariat of Finance) in the USSR.

False or inaccurate information may incur severe penalties. The form must be completed personally and legibly.

Avinov Nikolay Nikolaev March 1881, Nemirov, Podolsk Governorate Nobleman

Parents owned estate in Poltava Governorate, later lost; father served as military officer.

Russian, Orthodox Christian. Native language Russian. Fluent in German, French, and Latin. Russian subject.

German, special origin.

Chairman of the Central Purge Commission, comrade Peters.

Commission member, GET worker, comrade Tamarina.

Former Socialist-Revolutionary Segal - purged.

The court sentences the following citizens to death by firing squad, with confiscation of all property: ...

MEDICAL NEWS

Such an interesting city, isn't it?

I like Rome better, Messire.

Yes, it's a matter of taste.

And what is that smoke there on the boulevard?

The writers' house is burning - Griboedov's.

One must assume that the inseparable pair-

-Koroviev and Behemoth... paid them a visit.

Of that there can be no doubt, Messire!

Leave us!

Pah!

Least of all would I expect you here.

What have you brought-

-uninvited...

...yet foreseen guest?

I've come to see you... spirit of evil and sovereign of shadows!

If you've come to see me-

-why didn't you wish me a good day... former tax collector?

Because I do not wish you anything good!

But you'll have to reconcile yourself to that.

Would you be so kind as to consider the question...

...what would your good do-

-if evil did not exist?

And what would the earth look like-

-if all shadows disappeared from it?

Shadows are cast by things...

...and people.

Here is the shadow of my sword.

Trees cast shadows-

-and so do living things.

Do you wish to strip the whole earth bare-

-tearing away-

-all the trees, every living thing-

-just for your fantasy of enjoying...

...the naked light?

You're a fool!

Well, make it quick, don't bore me. Why did you come?

He sent me!

What did he tell you say, slave?

I'm not a slave!

I'm his disciple.

We are speaking different tongues, as always.

But that doesn't change the things we're discussing.

And then?

He has read the master's work-

-and asks you to-

-take the master with you and grant him peace.

Is that so difficult for you to do-

-spirit of evil?

Nothing is difficult for me to do, as you well know.

But why don't you take him with you...

...into the light?

He does not deserve the light.

He deserves peace.

Tell him that it shall be done.

And leave me this instant!

He asks that she who loved him and suffered for his sake-

-also be taken with him!

We'd never have managed that without you.

Leave!

Messire?

Fly to them and take care of them.