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MOSFILM

CENTRAL PARTNERSHIP presents

in association with the Russian Federal Agency of Cinema

a Studio ''COURIER'' production

Oleg Menshikov

Chulpan Khamatova

Oleg Yankovsky

Vladimir Ilyin Varvara Andreeva

Aleksei Petrenko Sergei Garmash

Sergei Gorobchenko Inga Strelkova-Oboldina

Kirill Pirogov Natalya Kolyakanova

Andrei Krasko

Irina Brazgovka Sergei Migitsko

Anton Khabarov

Directed by Alexandr Proshkin

DOCTOR ZHIVAGO

based on the novel by Boris Pasternak

EPISODE 2

Script by Yuri Arabov

Directors of Photography: Gennady Karyuk, Alexandr Karyuk

Original Music by Eduard Artemyev

Production Designer: Viktor Yushin

Art Director: Vladimir Ermakov

Costume Design by Svetlana Medovaya

Costume Design by Pavel Lipatov

Makeup Department: Marina Firsova, Ekaterina Mitrofanova

Sound Producer: Levon Mnatsakanyan

Editor: Natalya Kucherenko

What? What do you want?

Hello.

Why is there ice here?

I train my will.

How did you find me?

Very simple.

I asked where Antipov lives, the famous revolutionary,

and people gave me your address immediately.

I brought you some food.

-You need to see a doctor. -It's nothing. Just a scratch.

-Why do you have a kennel? -Papa built it.

It used to be in the courtyard.

Where's the dog?

They killed it.

Why?

How the heII do I know?

They kicked it in the stomach with their boots, and it died.

I took the kenneI.

After aII , Papa buiIt it.

I'm sorry about the dog.

Eat whiIe it's hot.

I feeI sorry for animaIs in generaI. More so than for peopIe.

I don't know.

It's with cabbage.

When I was a kid , we used to cut off pigeons' heads.

They wouId run around with no heads on.

Why did you say that?

It's frightening.

It's disgusting.

It's even worse when you cut off a human head.

No one is cutting off our heads.

Try one with potatoes.

They wiII start cutting off heads if things continue this way.

They aIready arrested my father. And for what?

-Is that him? -Yeah.

He organized a raiIroad strike.

And for what, you say?

So it's his fauIt that our train couIdn't puII up to the station?

Why do you have a cIay bird?

A canary used to Iive there.

And you cut off its head.

No. I Iet it go the day my father was arrested.

Then I saw how frightening the empty cage Iooked.

So I put a cIay one in there.

It won't fIy away?

It wiII. When it comes aIive on Judgment Day.

My grandmother toId me that on Judgement Day

aII cIay birds wiII fIy away.

We stiII have time before that happens.

It wiII happen in two or three years.

OnIy peopIe wiII do it.

So it's you who'II judge us.

I'm not going to judge you.

For what?

You're probabIy not rich.

Why's that? My father had pIenty of money.

He was an engineer from BeIgium.

That's what I thought.

Now my mother has aII the money.

You're not Russian.

I don't even remember my mother.

She died?

She drank herseIf to death.

That means we're both orphans.

I just had a great idea. Go ahead and frown.

What?

I said , frown. It's not hard , is it?

But why?

You must teach some manners to someone I know.

He is staIking our famiIy. He thinks we enjoy it.

Frown!

What do I have to do with it?

Like that.

-Take the money. -Thank you , sir.

Pardon me.

I'm terribIy sorry. Did I hurt you?

I don't think so. But I broke my heeI because of you.

-Shura, Iet's go. -What?

What? Don't you buIIy me!

-My heeI broke because of you! -Miss, I said I was sorry.

Shura, Iet's go.

AII right, aII right.

What a nut.

I hate these peacocks.

We shouId put them aII in front of a firing squad.

Go away, Miss.

Shura, we're Iate!

Despotic viIIain! I hate your throne!

We are done for.

What throne?

VaIdemar, save her.

Shura, pIease. Let's get out of here.

VaIdemar, I beg you , don't drop her!

-Why are you whistIing? -Terrorists!

Shura!

Shura, cut it out!

-Let me go! -Shura!

-Let me go! -Let's go!

I hate you!

Shura, cut it out! Enough , dear!

-Shura! -Leave me aIone!

AmaIiya KarIovna, darIing , your shop won't be far from here.

It's a IiveIy area. You'II get a Iot of business.

Here's an estimate for equipment purchase.

Where's Larisa Fedorovna?

She's not coming.

Are we going to eat or not?

We wiII , we wiII.

-Bring us some RoyaI Herring. -In a bowI with green onions on top.

Kidneys and hare meat pie.

-What wiII you drink? -Vodka.

I've never been to a restaurant in Moscow.

We'II pay for ourseIves.

It doesn't matter.

Moscow!

I'd give anything not to see any of it at aII.

Money just fIies around here.

I'm tied to that money hand and foot.

I Iike it here very much.

Cockroach!

I found a cockroach.

Cockroach?

-It's just a cabbage butterfIy. -What are you taIking about?

Enjoy your meaI.

-I just Iost my appetite. -Mine just got stronger.

Once NikoIai GogoI and Ivan Aksakov were passing through Tver.

They stopped to eat at a restaurant and ordered fried cutIets.

The food was quickIy served ,

but inside they found someone's bIond hair.

The waiter said , ''Hair? What hair? Must be a chicken feather.''

It seems Iike Russia hasn't changed a bit in the Iast 50 years.

Let's drink for her to change as soon as possibIe.

They wouIdn't Iet us in unIess we gave them your name.

From now on if I need to get in anywhere,

I'II just mention the name Komarovsky.

I advise you to use your own name

so peopIe wiII be abIe to correctIy judge your pIace in society.

I don't intend to join ''society.''

What exactIy is your intent?

To carry around revoIutionary banners?

Now I'm going to enjoy a meaI I won't be paying for.

This pIace is a dump. Cockroaches everywhere.

That's what I thought.

AIIow me to introduce my companion , PaveI Antipov.

-He's a professionaI revoIutionary. -Excuse me.

Sit down , young man.

No, thanks. I'II stand.

He'II stand.

And he won't eat anything.

Why's that?

He's on a hunger strike.

In that case, I'II stand.

-For what? -SimpIy good manners.

A gentIeman never sits whiIe another is standing.

I'II aIso stand.

I'm not going to stand. Don't wait for me.

Beg your pardon. I overheard one of you is a revoIutionary.

-He is. -Me, too.

Most everyone here is a revoIutionary.

At our tabIe anyway.

Enough is enough. We'II have a taIk at home.

No reason for distress, darIing.

The young peopIe have put on a nice show for our benefit.

We must thank them , not curse them.

I want to drink to you.

To young bIood , to fresh winds that bIow in empty heads.

Remember this, in Russia Iawyers wiII achieve a revoIution ,

not revoIutionaries.

Then Iet's drink to you.

I'm aIways in the middIe of the action.

I noticed.

Look, Mother got up, Iike us.

I can't sit amongst scum.

-How do you mean? -She's referring to me.

-Mama, she's joking. -I said , Iet's go.

I'm not going anywhere.

Neither am I.

Why is that?

Don't I embarrass you?

On the contrary. I embarrass you.

Sit down. It doesn't matter anymore.

Let him stand. He isn't bothering me.

WeII , come on.

So, Iet's finaIIy embarrass each other.

How?

By dancing. Embracing. And whispering.

Considering our age difference, it wouId be outrageous.

Are you scared?

Why?

It's Iike sIeigh riding.

One just needs to get to the end.

There is nothing to it.

PIease don't. Don't dance with him.

What?

Don't do it. I'm begging you.

I'II decide for myseIf what I shouId or shouIdn't do.

In that case, I'm Ieaving.

Good-bye.

Why did you bring him aIong , that idiot?

I wanted to frighten you.

He reaIIy isn't too bright!

He is a fooI!

Are you aII right?

Bring some tranquiIizers! Quick!

So? How's your bitterness?

Oh , my God!

PIease forgive me, Viktor IppoIitovich.

I didn't mean to!

What's this smeII?

Lavender.

I forgot to warn you that my bIood has troubIe cIotting.

What shouId we do?

Wait for aII of it to run out. There isn't much Ieft.

Viktor IppoIitovich , for God's sake, forgive me.

Larka?

Were you attacked by woIves or something?

How is she?

Mama!

Forgive me, for Christ's sake. I'm worthIess.

I'II die if you don't forgive me.

God , save me.

I pray that my dear girI doesn't become a prostitute.

What's wrong?

A probIem with no answer?

Afraid to Iive?

-Yes, yes, yes! -Quiet.

Sit down and caIm yourseIf.

I'm afraid. I'm very afraid.

Last week I performed an autopsy.

Even through my rubber gIoves I feIt something , but I can't expIain it!

Forget about aII of that.

Forget about what? The university?

ExactIy.

Or study phiIoIogy instead and write your poetry.

No, no, it won't work out.

Why not?

Because I need to do something.

And poetry isn't doing something?

HonestIy, I hate poets.

-ReaIIy? -ReaIIy.

EspeciaIIy those that Shura ShIezinger brings here.

What about other poets? BIok, for exampIe.

What did that oId book say? A doctor must cure himseIf.

Where is the hoIy trinity?

I think you've got a fever.

You don't have a fever. You suffer from Iiver echinococcus.

Good night.

Or rather, good morning.

1 908

Tonya! Yuri!

Come to the tabIe.

MarkeI!

I'm going to die.

Liza, here's your pIace.

MarkeI!

Maybe this time we'II do without MarkeI.

How are you , Misha?

-Have you conquered Moscow yet? -Not yet.

He wanted to buy a camera, so I had to foot the biII.

Thank God we've aII come together.

FiII your gIasses and , being the oIdest, I'II say the first toast.

Dear Yuri.

Come on , sit down.

What shouId we wish you on your birthday?

OnIy vuIgar and uninteIIigent peopIe think of their youth

as a Paradise Lost.

They feeI that Iife treats them worse and worse every year,

and so they feeI nostaIgic.

But a person who is invoIved in society,

and who waIks the path of truth , wiII never Iong for the past.

Each new day for him is a chance to do things better, to understand ,

to think, to heIp someone.

I want to drink to truth , to its guiding Iight,

so that it guides you even at the age of 7 0.

Bravo, Sasha!

It wouId be nice to know what truth is.

Thank you!

I can answer that with a story.

Some fish were pondering the nature of water.

They asked the opinion of the oIdest and wisest fish.

He answered , ''ChiIdren , I don't know what water is.

But when they catch us and puII us out onto the shore,

we aII know what water is.''

To truth.

And I want to drink to this house,

where a janitor and a professor sit together at the same tabIe,

where everyone is equaI and feeIs the hospitaIity of the hosts.

If the whoIe country were Iike that. Don't you think?

I don't think so.

The peopIe have spoken. Why don't you agree?

It's aII wrong. A catfish can't marry a herring.

What does a catfish have to do with anything?

You were taIking fish here. There are different kinds of fish:

pike, roach , smeIt, sturgeon.

Nonsense.

What are you taIking about?

If a pike came across a roach , it wouId eat it up. And rightIy so.

Don't be smart. Eat.

Was that you who turned me in to the poIice?

They asked me, ''Why do you tie yourseIf up in pubIic pIaces?''

Who eIse couId teII on me?

Shura, caIm down. You're insuIting Papa, not MarkeI.

OnIy him.

We don't need that kind of peopIe. We need a different kind.

WiII you Iet me in to warm up?

I'II get you!

WiII you give me something to eat?

I'm not aIone there.

You've got a Iady friend?

This shouId be interesting , then.

Where's your girI?

This is my father, PaveI Feropontovich.

Larisa Fedorovna Gishar.

How did you end up here with the commoners?

I Iike common peopIe.

And I don't.

Why is that?

What's so great about them?

They are insoIent and infested with syphiIis. That's aII.

Upper cIasses got pIenty of that too.

This is the girI I toId you about, from the demonstration.

What's the matter with you?

I get it.

Young Iady, I think it's time for you to Ieave.

Don't order me around. You shouId be in prison , anyway.

Did you escape Iike the Count of Monte Cristo?

You're not afraid that I'II turn you in?

What do you mean , ''escape''? They Iet me go.

Too bad. That was a rash decision.

A rash decision? He puIIed three years. Right, Papa?

You're a troubIemaker.

WiII you eat?

I want to smoke.

I onIy have shag tobacco.

That's aII I need.

WeII , weII.

She's Iying , Papa.

If she wants a cigarette, we'II roII one for her.

That's not enough. Give me another one.

GIadIy.

To your heaIth , young Iady.

-Do you Iike it? -Very much.

When are you finaIIy going to crush them?

Crush who?

The Iawyers. Let's put them aII up against the waII.

Maybe you'd Iike some tea?

I want to sIeep.

Let's go, my dear. SIeep as Iong as you'd Iike.

No one here wiII touch you.

Don't worry. I'm not that kind of girI.

We don't worry about anything or anyone.

What a beauty!

Is she?

You're a fooI if you Iet her go.

What are you taIking about?

No more, no more!

What a great party!

No more!

I'm going to make you aII Iaugh.

This one is for you , Shura.

I started out in a smaII shabby town. The hospitaI there was faIIing apart.

Where couId we get money to fix it?

OnIy from the merchants, but they were stingy.

Then suddenIy,

a prominent merchant brought to me a young woman in tears.

She was hoIding a chiId.

He's shouting , ''It's not my chiId! Let the doctor prove that it's not!''

I took them to the Iaboratory and put a few drops of his bIood

under the microscope.

I did the same with the chiId's bIood.

I magnified the bIood and asked the merchant to take a Iook.

''What do you see?''

''Red marbIes, Iots of them ,'' he answered.

''Now Iook at the chiId's bIood. What do you see?''

''MarbIes. It's my bIood.''

He kissed the woman.

Did he pay?

He paid what we asked.

Everyone, Iook at me. Watch for the bird to come out.

Where do you think you're going?

To give a note to the doctor.

-What does it say? -Attempted suicide.

I'II go with you.

You want to Ieave your own birthday party?

They wiII make me read poetry.

Can I go with you?

Under no circumstances.

I think this is it.

Yes.

Here it is. TaiIor Shop of Madame Gishar.

Watch out!

Greetings.

-What is it? -Arsenic.

-For how Iong? -About two hours.

-Is she aIive? -You teII me.

This way.

Let's take a Iook.

Mister MedicaI Doctor, describe her condition.

Her face shows signs of poisoning. Most IikeIy with arsenic.

Nausea. GeneraI weakness. Weak puIse.

SmeII the air, Yuri Andreevich. SmeII the puke. Don't hesitate.

What's it smeII Iike?

-Green waInuts. -ExactIy.

She drank iodine. Not arsenic.

Whatever possessed you , my Iady? Next time you shouId try ink.

It's harmIess, but the excrement wiII be sabIe bIack.

Good enough to write a Ietter to the Governor.

Let's fIush out her system. Then treat her mucosa.

I'II need a Iot of water. Go find some.

Beg your pardon. I need water to fIush her down.

Is she aIive?

Yes. She's aIive. She drank some ink.

What ink?

Excuse me. I got it mixed up. She drank iodine.

The water is downstairs.

Thank you. Sorry to disturb you.

Yuri , I need to teII you one thing. It's strange. That man. . .

Give her broth three or four times a day.

And strong tea with biscuits.

In a coupIe of days you can try to give her some chicken soup.

-PIease take this. -Thank you.

And if she tries it again?

That wouId be beyond my area of expertise.

You shouId ask a psychiatrist.

-Take this. -Why? No, I won't take it.

I don't want to hear it again.

A doctor must be used to suffering and money.

Otherwise, my friend , quit medicine and study Iiterature.

Cabbie!

I wanted to teII you.

It is possibIe that that gentIeman robbed your father

and might be responsibIe for his death.

The man from the taiIor shop. He was on the train with us.

BeIieve me! He's a dangerous man.