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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

Ivan Homeless Vladislav Galkin

Koroviev Aleksandr Abdulov

Azazello Aleksandr Filippenko

Cat Behemoth Aleksandr Bashirov

Man in uniform Valentin Gaft

Investigator Aleksandr Tshaban

Nikolai Ivanovich Vadim Lobanov

Assistant Investigator Leonid Maksimov

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 Ten

Listen!

You're a smart woman and have never been mad.

So... do you seriously believe that last night we were...

...at Satan's?

Quite seriously!

Of course.

That means that now-

-instead of one lunatic, there are - two.

No, this is the devil knows what, the devil!

The devil only knows!

I'm not even sure this food-

-won't suddenly sink into the earth or fly out of the window.

It won't fly out!

The devil...

The devil - how happy I am that I made that deal with him!

You'll have to, my dear...

...live...

...with a witch!

You really do look like a witch now, you know that?

I don't deny it.

I'm a witch!

And I'm quite pleased with that!

Well then...

...a witch you are.

Very well.

And I've been...

...carried off from the asylum!

Let's suppose, even, that no one will miss us.

But tell me, for heaven's sake, how are we to live?

There... it's begun.

Aloisy, are you in?

He was arrested yesterday!

Who's asking? What's your name?

How you've suffered...

My poor love.

Only I know how much.

Look!

You've silver threads in your hair.

And that furrow by your lips...

My darling!

My only one!

Think of nothing now.

You've thought far too much.

Let me think for you!

And I give you my word...

I give you my word...

...all will be dazzlingly well.

I fear nothing now, Margot.

I've been too often frightened - nothing can frighten me now.

But I pity you, Margot.

That's why I keep saying the same thing.

Come to your senses!

Why waste your life on a madman, nothing but a poor wretch?

Go back to yourself!

I say it only out of pity for you.

Oh, you faithless, wretched man.

It was for you I trembled all night, naked.

I lost my very self... and became something new.

For months I sat in a dark little room-

-thinking of but one thing -

- the storm over Yershalaim.

I cried my eyes out!

Now that happiness has come, would you cast me out?

Well then, I'll go.

I'll go, but know this -

- you're a cruel man!

They've torn your soul apart.

Look at your eyes...

There's a desert in them.

And your shoulders... bowed down.

They've crippled you... crippled you!

Enough!

You've put me to shame.

I'll not be weak again nor speak of it.

I know we're both victims of our tormented souls-

-which perhaps I gave you.

Well then, let us bear it together.

I swear it on my life.

And on the astrologer's son whom you foretold...

...that all would be well.

Sure!

When people are stripped of everything-

-like you and me, they seek salvation from otherworldly powers.

Otherworldly, or not otherworldly -

- isn't it all the same?

I'm hungry!

Peace be unto you!

It's Azazello!

How nice, how good! You see, we're not forsaken!

-Cover yourself at least! -I don't care!

-Forgive me, Azazello, I'm naked! -Don't worry.

I've seen not just naked women-

-but even women stripped of their very skin.

Such a cosy little cellar, devil take me!

But one question lingers...

What goes on...

...in this snug little den?

-That's what I said! -Why are you upsetting me, Azazello?

-Somehow! -Please, please!

I never meant to upset you.

I even agree with you - somehow!

Ah, yes, I almost forgot...

Messire sends his regards!

He's also asked me to tell you he invites you...

...to take a little stroll with him!

If you wish, of course.

With great pleasure.

We do hope Margarita Nikolaevna won't refuse, will you?

I certainly won't!

Wonderful! That's what I like - quick as a flash!

Not like that time in...

...Alexander Park!

Don't remind me, Azazello!

I was such a fool then.

You cannot blame me too harshly.

It's not every day one meets... an evil spirit!

You may bet on that!

How nice it would be... if it happened each day!

It's the speed I love...

The speed and the nakedness!

And yet again I've forgotten! I must be overtired.

Messire has sent you a gift!

Falernian wine!

Take note, it is the very wine-

-that the procurator of Judea was drinking.

To Woland's health!

Margot!

Poisoner...

Natasha!

Someone... help me!

All is in order!

Why, Azazello?

Why?!

What have you done to me?

Why are you so... nervous?

I did not expect this!

Murderer!

He's about wake up.

Poisoner!

Insults are the usual reward for a job well done.

Are you blind?

Open your eyes and see!

Margot?

Margot!

Margot...

-What does all this mean? -That it's time to leave!

Thunder's rolling, night falls.

The horses are stamping, your garden shakes!

Say goodbye to your cellar!

Say it quickly!

I see, you've...

...killed us!

We are dead!

Oh, how... clever of you!

Come now, is it you I'm hearing?

After all, your beloved calls you a master.

If you think...

...so how can you be dead?

I understand everything you're saying!

You're a thousand times right!

Is it really necessary to be considered alive-

-to be stuck down in a cellar-

-wearing nothing but a hospital shirt and drawers?

How ridiculous!

Great Woland!

His plan was much better than mine!

But the novel!

Take your novel with you wherever you fly!

No need...

I know it by heart.

Then, fire!

Fire with which all began-

-and with which we all end!

Fire!

Fire!

Burn, former life!

Burn, suffering!

I'll cut your hand off!

I want to bid farewell to Ivan!

I'll wait for you here!

Say your farewells quickly!

Ah, it's you!

I've been waiting for you!

And here you are, my neighbour.

I'm here.

But sadly, I can no longer be your neighbour.

I'm flying away...

-...forever. -I knew that.

I sensed it.

Did you meet him?

Yes.

I've come to bid farewell to you...

...because...

...you were the only person-

-I've spoken to recently.

I'm glad you came by.

I'll keep my word.

I won't write poems anymore.

I'm interested in other things now.

I want to write something different.

While I've been lying here...

...a lot has become clear to me.

But that's good.

That's good!

You'll write a sequel about him!

Won't you write it yourself?

Ah, yes...

What am I asking...

No, I won't write about him any more.

I've other things awaiting me.

Do you hear that?

The storm rumbling?

No.

They're calling me.

Time to leave.

Wait!

Just one more word...

Did you find her?

Yes.

Was she faithful to you?

Here she is.

Poor boy.

How beautiful she is!

How well things turned out for you.

But not for me.

Or perhaps...

...they did...

Yes, yes!

I'll kiss you on the forehead-

-and everything will be as it should.

Believe me...

I've already seen it all... I know everything.

Farewell, my disciple!

Praskova Fedorovna!

Praskova Fedorovna!

What? What is it?

Is the storm upsetting you? Don't worry, I'll get the doctor.

No, Praskova Fedorovna!

No need to call the doctor!

There's nothing really wrong with me.

I can see things clearly now.

Don't be afraid.

But tell me, Praskova Fedorovna...

...about next door.

What happened in room 118?

In 118? Nothing happened there.

Praskova Fedorovna...

...you're such an honest soul.

You think I'll fly off the handle?

No, Praskova Fedorovna, that won't happen.

So just tell me the truth.

I can feel it right through the wall.

Your neighbour has passed away.

Just now.

I knew it!

I can assure you...

...yet another person has died in the city.

I even know who.

It was a woman.

Why is he so changed?

That knight once told a joke... but it completely fell flat.

It was a pun he came up with while talking of light and darkness...

...it wasn't quite good.

And so the knight had to keep on joking a little longer-

-and more-

-than he expected.

But tonight is the night when all debts are settled.

The knight has paid his dues...

...and closed his account.

I wanted to show you your hero.

For nearly two thousand years-

-he has been sitting on this ledge-

-sleeping.

But when full moon rises-

-as you can see, he's plagued by insomnia.

And it plagues not only him but his faithful guard too, the dog.

Well...

...those who love must share the fate...

...of the beloved.

What's he saying?

He says even the moon... gives him no peace-

-and that his post is miserable.

That's what he always says when he cannot sleep.

And when he sleeps-

-he always sees the same thing -

- a moonbeam.

And he longs to walk along it-

-and talk with the prisoner, Ha-Notsri-

-because, as he claims, there's something he left unsaid.

-back then, on the 14th day of the spring month of Nisan.

But, alas-

-for some reason, he never manages to walk on this path-

-and no one ever comes to him.

And to his talk about the moon he often adds that-

-of all things in the world-

-he most despises his immortality-

-and his dreadful renown.

He maintains that he would gladly change places-

-with the ragged wandered, Levi Matthew.

Let him go.

Let him go!

Let him go!

No need to shout in the mountains.

He's used to rockfalls anyway.

They won't trouble him.

You need not plead for him, Margarita-

-for someone else has already done so -

- the very one he so longs to speak with.

So now...

...you may end your novel with a single phrase.

Finish your novel!

You're free!

You're free, he's waiting for you!

-Should I go there, after him? -No.

Why chase after what's already finished?

Let's not disturb them.

And perhaps, they'll come to some agreement.

So back there then?

Not there, either.

What would you be doing in that cellar?

Why there?

What I offer you...

...and what Yeshua asked for on your behalf-

-is better still.

Oh, you most romantic master...

Can it be that you don't wish to go-

-for a stroll with your beloved, beneath the cherry trees by day-

-just as they begin to blossom?

And in the evening, listen to music by Schubert?

Wouldn't it be lovely to write by candlelight-

-with a goose-quill pen?

That way, that way!

The house, and the old servant...

...are already waiting for you.

The candles are already burning.

But soon they'll go out, for you're about to greet the dawn.

Down this path, master...

...this one.

Farewell.

Time to leave.

-Farewell! -Farewell!

Listen to the silence.

Listen, and enjoy what was denied you in life -

- peace.

Look, ahead lies your eternal home-

-the one given to you as a reward.

I see the Venetian window-

-and the winding vine, curling up to the roof.

I know, in the evenings, you'll be visited by those-

-those you love, those who interest you-

-and who will never trouble you.

They will play for you, sing for you.

You'll see how the room looks in candlelight.

You will fall asleep with a smile on your lips.

Sleep will strengthen you-

-and you will begin to think wisely.

And you will no longer be able to turn me away.

I will watch over... your sleep.

I feel as if someone is setting me free.

-as I myself had just set free the hero I had created.

The hero has gone into the abyss-

-never to return-

-forgiven on the eve of Sunday-

-the son of the astrologer-king-

-the cruel fifth procurator of Judea-

-the equestrian Pontius Pilate.

EPILOGUE

PLANETARIUM

The purpose of this conference-

-organised within the citadel of science-

-the Moscow Planetarium-

-is to refute-

-of the dark-

-anti-scientific-

-and politically dangerous rumours-

-that for several years have circulated through Moscow and beyond.

I must warn you-

-the position put forward here-

-is to be regarded as the sole correct one!

Any alternative interpretations-

-offered by any citizen-

-whether through ignorance-

-or with malicious intent-

-will be treated-

-as acts of hostility!

The official conclusion is-

-that they were a gang of hypnotists.

This fully accords-

-with the materialist approach of Academician Pavlov.

Representatives of investigators and senior psychiatrists concluded that-

-the gang of hypnotists, whose members-

-or perhaps, one of them in particular...

...with suspicion falling mainly on Koroviev-

-possessed hypnotic powers of extraordinary magnitude...

...able to appear, not where they actually were-

-but elsewhere entirely -

- a pure illusion!

In light of such explanations, all becomes clear.

Even what disturbed the citizens most -

- the apparently inexplicable, invulnerable cat-

-which was said to be shot at in flat No. 50-

-during attempts to detain it.

No cat was on the chandelier!

No shots were fired back!

The men fired at empty air, while Koroviev-

-having convinced them there was a cat on the chandelier-

-could be standing directly behind the shooters-

-mocking them and enjoying his immense-

-though criminally misused, gift for suggestion.

Of course, citizen Likhodeev had never flown to Yalta.

Such a stunt-

-was beyond even Koroviev's capabilities.

After fainting... in his flat-

-frightened by Koroviev's trick, where he made a cat-

-appear with a pickled mushroom on a fork-

-he lay there until Koroviev, mocking him-

-placed a shaggy felt hat on his head-

-and sent him off to Moscow airport-

-having first suggested to the investigators-

-that Likhodeev would be arriving from Sevastopol.

The criminal militsiya department in Yalta maintained-

-that... the barefoot Likhodeev...

...had sent telegrams concerning him to Moscow-

-yet no copies of these telegrams were ever found in the archives.

From this, the sad-

-but irrefutable conclusion was drawn-

-that the hypnotising gang could hypnotise over large distances.

Over vast distances!

And not merely upon individuals-

-but even entire groups of people.

Under these conditions-

-the criminals succeeded in driving men insane - even those-

-of the strongest... psychological constitution.

One of their victims-

-was the Professor of the Institute of History and Philosophy-

-formerly a renowned poet-

-Ivan Nikolaevich Ponyrov - "Homeless".

With great effort, he was brought to his senses...

...by the Professor at the Institute of Experimental Psychiatry-

-Stravinsky.

Not to mention trifles, like slipping a pack of cards into someone's pocket-

-the women's disappearing dresses-

-the meowing beret and other thing.

Such tricks can be performed-

-by any professional hypnotist-

-of average skill on any stage-

-including even the simple trick-

-of tearing off the conferencier's head.

A mewing beret, a talking cat -

- sheer nonsense!

To show such a cat to the public...

-requires no more than the rudiments of ventriloquism.

And who would doubt-

-that Koroviev's skill-

-far surpassed such rudimentary feats.

I thank you, citizens, for your applause.

And with this conclusion, citizens, our conference is closed.

Venus...

Venus!

Ah, fool that I am...

Here's another victim of the moon.

Yes, one more victim...

Just like me.

Ah, what a fool I am...

Why...

Why didn't I fly away with her?

What were you so scared of, you old ass!

Got yourself a piece of paper.

Now suffer... you old cretin!

Nikolai Ivanovich, where are you?

What are these fantasies?

You'll catch malaria.

Come and have tea!

I only wanted...

...only wanted a breath of fresh air, my dearest!

The night air is lovely!

O gods, gods!

What a vulgar execution!

But please, tell me - it didn't actually happen?

I beg you, tell me!

It didn't?

Of course it didn't.

You only imagined it.

And can you swear to that?

I swear.

I don't need anything else!

So that was...

...how it ended?

That is how it ended, my disciple.

Of course.

Everything ended... and everything ends.

I will kiss you on the forehead...

...and until the next full moon no one will trouble you.

Neither the noseless murderer Gestas-

-nor the cruel fifth procurator of Judea-

-the equestrian-

-Pontius Pilate.

THE END