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CHANNEL ONE
FILMS DIRECTORATE
DAGO FILM STUDIO
PRESENT
OMSK. PRISON
Belay that!
File in!
Wheres the ward?
- Wheres the ward? - Im here.
As its only prisoner.
The key.
Lock them all, put the guards.
All the guards dead.
Lieutenant, come here.
Come in, gentlemen.
Lieutenant, your brother.
He was killed yesterday.
Lord, have mercy…
Take out the prisoners to the yard.
Sir?
I said - to the yard.
Its an order.
ADMIRAL
WRITTEN BY ZOYA KUDRYA CO-WRITTEN BY VLADIMIR VALUTSKY
DIRECTED BY ANDREI KRAVCHUK
PHOTOGRAPHY BY IGOR GRINYAKIN, ALEXEI RODIONOV
ART DIRECTOR MARIA TURSKAYA, ALEXANDER ZAGOSKIN
MUSIC BY RUSLAN MURATOV AND GLEB MATVEICHUK
COSTUMES BY MARIA MORDKOVICH EKATERINA GMYRYA
SOUND BY VLADIMIR LITROVNIK, KIRILL BODROV
VISUAL EFFECTS BY SERGEI SAVENKOV MAXIM AKSYONOV ARMAN YAKHIN
ADMIRAL KOLCHAK KONSTANTIN KHABENSKY
ANNA TIMIRYOVA ELIZAVETA BOYARSKAYA
SOFYA KOLCHAK ANNA KOVALCHUK
SERGEY TIMIRYOV VLADISLAV VETROV
MIKHAIL SMIRNOV EGOR BEROEV
GENERAL KAPPEL SERGEI BEZRUKOV
GENERAL WOJCIECHOWSKI IGOR SAVOCHKIN
UDINTSOV, HEAD OF KOLCHAKS SECURITY ALEXANDER EFIMOV
AIDE KNYAZEV DMITRY SUTYRIN
PRIME MINISTER PEPELYAEV ALEXANDER KLYUKVIN
GENERAL JANIN RICHARD BOHRINGER
MARIA BOCHKAREVA NATALYA PARASHKINA
MILITANT ‘JUST RUSSIAN KIRILL PIROGOV
LIEUTENANT, A TWIN BROTHER NIKITA TATARENKOV
LEADING PRODUCERS DMITRY YURKOV NIKOLAI POPOV
PRODUCERS ANATOLY MAKSIMOV DJANIK FAIZIEV
EPISODE SEVEN THE VERDICT
OMSK. THE HEADQUARTERS OF RUSSIAS SUPREME RULER
DECEMBER 1918
Youll be all right. Sleep.
Permission to report?
Mr. Pepelyaev is here.
No.
See him in.
- Yes, sir. - Alexander…
- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.
Victor, please…
- Report the situation. - Everythings more or less quiet.
The revolt was localized around the prison.
The SRs ran away?
Believe it or not, they returned to their cells.
Victor,
please.
Make sure everything is done by the code.
Of course. Good bye.
- Good bye. - Good bye.
You. To the wall.
Please, dont!
- Go! - Lieutenant…
They didnt kill your brother!
File in.
Load.
Aim!
Belay that.
Put down your hands!
I said put down your hands!
Put down your hands.
Aim!
Fire!
Take them away.
My dear sir…
Dont you dare!
Why? Please dont!
Please, dont!
Lets go.
Come on.
No… No!
Get up, you bloody son of a bitch!
Stop it!
Stop!
I said stop!
What do you think youre doing!
Arrest him.
Surrender your weapon, sir.
Good afternoon…
Heres his revolver.
- Take it away. - Sorry, sir.
The worst is over, my dear man.
Dont worry.
Hush, hush…
Everything is all right.
Members of the parliament returned to their cells and were served hot soup.
IRKUTSK. JANUARY 1920
Nine members of the Constituent Assembly were shot.
The officer involved in this was arrested.
And then he fled.
Someone helped him.
It was an arbitrary act of lynching.
I didnt give such orders.
But I admit the responsibility.
This is the trace of a bullet shot by that officer.
Do you know that your counter-intelligence
sowed havoc after that revolt?
Would you like some tea?
Theyd beat the workers with ramrods, twisting their joints,
- …With sugar? - …breaking their bones.
Burning villages allegedly to suppress the revolt.
I dont know about such cases, but its quite possible.
If rebels are hiding in a village, it should be burnt down.
Its a necessary measure during a war or a revolt.
You were more than precise.
Thank you.
ENVIRONS OF KAMENETS-PODOLSKY
5 KM NEAR ROMANIAN BORDER
Do you know, Rostislav, that your great grandfather
was passing through Kamenets-Podolsky in the carriage with Biron?
I read about it in your grandfathers book.
If only your ancestor knew that 180 thereafter
his descendant Rostislav Kolchak would go along the same road.
Will Mom be waiting for me?
Yes, on the Romanian shore. In Hotin.
Shell be very surprised to see how you grew up.
Will you go away with us?
Hide.
Guys, whos there?
Stop.
Stop, I said.
- Where you going? - To the village.
To the village?
Oh.
Take it.
Oh, lard.
Stay away from the border where our men are.
Take a detour from the south.
Thats too long. My horse is weak.
Then go straight, if you want to end with a hole in your head.
DNIESTER. NEAR ROMANIAN BORDER
Sofya will take you to Bucharest, and then to Paris.
When your father beats the Bolshies,
When your father beats the Bolshies, youll return to Russia and will live together.
youll return to Russia and will live together.
I began to forget my father.
You wont when you hug him.
It's good the river is not too wide here.
Stop! Stop!
Duck, Rostislav!
Khasan, please dont die!
Leave him alone. Hes just a kid.
Lets go.
Come here, dont be afraid…
- Mom… - Honey...
Bring warm clothes.
They killed Khasan.
OMSK. RESIDENCE OF RUSSIAS SUPREME RULER
The Commander. File in.
- Step aside. - Let me pass…
Stop!
- Back off! - You Honor…
- Belay that. - I warred, I was wounded.
I deserved a pension.
It can blow up again… Over here…
Alive?
Udintsov, give me a hand.
Careful.
Put him down.
Take care of them.
Gosh, your patron angel is real strong.
Im Maria Bochkareva.
I signed your request for pension. Turn to my secretary.
Do you remember me?
Yes, I do.
Sir, Im Masha Bochkareva!
My Jesus. You all right?
- Yes, I'm all right. - Its your mistress?
Shes beautiful.
Dismissed, Bochkareva.
It was the boxes with grenades.
You arrived at four, and they exploded at four.
Later. Help the wounded.
Anna, you shouldnt be here.
God, have mercy.
Sir…
Get up.
Sorry.
Get up.
May I gave a cig?
You were a member of ‘Just Russians.
Was this attempt their decision or your personal initiative?
I was fulfilling my duty.
You graduated from the Petersburg University,
philology faculty.
Assassination of innocent people.
Such is a duty of a philologist?
You were a scientist, a polar explorer.
You think it befits a scientist to kill thousands and thousands of people?
Or youll explain it by war?
Why all these questions?
You came for another reason.
So why do you think I came?
Youre interested to look at the face of your death.
So common for those who survived an attempt.
Only your death will have a different face.
And what kind of face?
Youll see.
I have no more questions.
One moment.
I have a request.
Speak up.
No, forget about it.
Well, lets go on.
PARIS. FRANCE
I woke you up?
You havent slept for three days.
Ill finish the trousers in the morning, and well have money.
- Sleep. - I saw Father in my dream.
He was swimming along the river in white clothes.
And I got scared.
You are so lucky to have seen your Father.
Go to sleep.
Is it true that Dad has another woman?
Dont listen to people saying such things.
Your father loves us.
He is far away, warring.
We should be courageous, too.
We should love him and wait for him.
When he takes Moscow, hell come here and say: “Im so proud of you.
Remember this.
Sleep, and I need to finish my work.
OMSK. HEADQUARTERS OF RUSSIAS SUPREME RULER. DECEMBER 1918
Atten-tion!
Present arms!
How do you do, General Janin.
Welcome to Russia.
- Monsieur Janin… – One-two questions, not more.
What are the conditions of your assistance to Omsk?
France is Russias ally. Her tragedy is our tragedy.
There can be no conditions.
What kind of assistance will it be?
An immediate good-will assistance. We fully trust in your triumph.
But the Czechs, our allies, are leaving Russia.
They perform their duty with honor.
- But, General… - They perform their duty with honor.
Thank you, gentlemen.
So, you came with a Chief Commanders mandate from France and England.
Youll remain Russias Supreme Ruler.
The document says I must coordinate with you all my decisions.
The allies want your problems to be…
I am perfectly aware of my problems.
A foreigner cant command over the Russian army.
I would prefer to be on my own than accept such conditions.
As a disciplined soldier, I need to think about your words.
We need footwear, warm clothes, military equipment, especially weapons.
You receive weapons by the schedule.
One cant wage a war by the schedule.
We are not begging, we are paying you with gold, Russias gold.
You earn a lot of it.
What am I to tell my government? What am I to do?
To command over the allied troops.
You are offering me to command over Czech ex-prisoners
who are guarding the railroad?
Its an important strategic object.
From now on youre the commander of the allied troops.
Thank you, Admiral.
My congratulations, General Janin.
- Sorry, I began from the bad news. - Whats the good news?
Your wife and your son are in Paris.
One of my officers will bring their letter to you.
Thank you.
RESIDENCE OF RUSSIAS SUPREME RULER
You have some problems?
What made you think so?
You are so mysteriously silent.
Thank you.
Yes, I have a lot of work.
Amongst all these things mundane
I havent told you for seven days how I love you.
Eight days.
And you hardly looked at me.
An unforgivable sin. I will compensate for this.
Then look at me,
tell me how you love me,
and Ill listen to you all night long.
I love you.
Come in.
Sir…
A French officer from Janin is here.
See him in.
Will you excuse me?
Your Honor, I came with good news.
Your wife and your son managed to get to Paris.
Thank you. Thats very good news.
- This is for you. - Thank you.
Permission to leave?
Yes.
Wait.
- Youre coming back to Paris? - Yes, tomorrow.
I will give you a letter for my wife. And Ill pass some money.
- I hope it wont be such a trouble? No. Ill gladly do this errand.
Thank you.
Yes, its Sonyas hand.
And this one is from Rostislav.
My God, his hand has changed so much.
But he still has spelling mistakes.
Ill be off.
Anna, where are you going?
To my apartment.
Its late.
Wait, but…
What?
Im very glad for you, Alexander.
Good bye.
How do you do.
Are you looking for someone, lady?
Yes, for you.
How can I help you?
Its me who would like to help you.
- Wait here. – Yes, sir.
My lord…
My husband passed away.
My condolences.
But where is Anna?
She left in the morning.
- Can I come into the house? - Wed be only pleased.
“My dear Alexander,
I know how separation from ones son hurts
and how precious is the word from your kith and kin.
I decided to become a nurse.
Like this, Ill be more useful to you and the great goal that you serve.
I know I have to pay for my choice, for our being together.
Be it poverty, illness, tribulations, I succumb to all this.
Dont worry about me, I will be always near you as your patron angel.
May God keep you. Anna.”
I have a request.
Speak up.
IRKUTSK. JANUARY 1920
I promise I wont cut my veins or attack the guard,
but Id like to shave myself on my own.
Very well, youll have your shaving utensils.
But let us return to my question.
You had on your hands half of Russias gold reserve – tons of gold, the jewelry…
Strange to hear it from you, Mr. Alekseevsky. Thanks.
Youre a nobleman.
You presume that I used gold for my personal needs?
Like, say, to support my family in Paris?
There were noblemen in your circle.
And they stole gold without any ceremony.
Yesterday I saw I a dead man carried out from the typhoid infirmary.
Your guards had stripped him of everything.
I hope you dont go in for such things, Mr. Popov?
Wait, Ill call for a doctor.
No, thank you.
PARIS. FRANCE
Sorry for being late.
Its all right. Come in.
- Its for you. - Thank you.
Ill join you in a minute.
They have brought a letter from Dad?
Of course.
- How do you do, Rostislav. - How do you do.
What an interesting young man.
Please take a seat.
Rostislav,
diplomatic mail hasnt arrived.
But it will, in another three days. Youll be the first to know.
Sergei, do you know anything about my Father?
Next to nothing.
News travel long to Paris nowadays.
Is it true the Bolshies are now along the entire front?
Unfortunately, yes.
Dont frighten the boy.
Yudenich is near Petersburg and Denikin is approaching Tsaritsyn.
I heard that soon all the countries will acknowledge Kolchak.
Sofya, well have to be patient a bit longer.
- Well all return home. - Everything will be all right.
Thanks for the comforting words. Will you excuse me…
Jesus…
Dont be like this, son.
I thought Father will send us a letter and well go home.
But well never go home!
We dont even know where our home is now.
We must live and trust everything to God.
If the Bolshies are advancing, theyll win.
- Not at all. - And then theyll kill Dad!
Dont you dare to say such a thing!
What have you put in your head?
Hell be back. And well live as we used to.
Nothing will be as it used to.
Mom…
Im just missing him so much!
So am I.
OMSK. HEADQUARTERS OF RUSSIAS SUPREME RULER
DECEMBER 1918
“My dear, adorable Anna,
I know that your hospital is being transferred to Omsk,
but I need to leave to the front where we have temporary difficulties.
Our victorious offensive has stalled several kilometers within Volga.
The allies are disrupting deliveries of weapons and ammunition
for which we have paid with gold.
We are short of soldiers.
The armys morale is deteriorating, but we still have a chance.
I hope that Russia will resurrect in this war…”
THE EASTERN FRONT OF KOLCHAKS ARMY
The front and the army are falling apart.
In the rear, Semenov is running amok.
Dont trust sycophants telling you about victory.
“I want you to know, my dear Anna,
that you are my only joy and happiness –
even in the times when all words seem to be void of their meaning…”
THE EASTERN FRONT OF KOLCHAKS ARMY
THE POSITIONS OF GENERAL WOJCIECHOWSKI
Why did you stop shooting?
Weve run out of shells.
Your Honor, weve no cartridges left.
- Run to Gloshkin! - Hes empty too!
Damn…
General Wojciechowski and his vanguard are here…
Were being edged out on the left flank. Weve no ammunition.
Dismissed.
- What about the line? - I cant get through.
The line must be broken.
Keep trying.
THE COMMANDING TRAIN OF THE SUPREME RULER
- Put me through to General Kappel. - Yes, sir.
GENERAL KAPPELS HEADQUARTERS
We took two villages and had to stop.
We can hardly hold the positions.
You must edge the Bolsheviks to the West.
Or theyll approach from the rear jeopardizing
the very existence of our army.
Fulfill your duty with honor.
Thank you.
Bring my horse!
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