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MOSFILM

CENTRAL PARTNERSHIP presents

in association with the Russian FederaI Agency of Cinema

a Studio ''COURIER'' production

OIeg Menshikov

ChuIpan Khamatova

OIeg Yankovsky

VIadimir IIyin Varvara Andreeva

Sergei Gorobchenko Inga StreIkova-OboIdina

AIeksei Petrenko Sergei Garmash

KiriII Pirogov NataIya KoIyakanova

Andrei Krasko

Irina Brazgovka Anton Khabarov

Directed by AIexandr Proshkin

DOCTOR ZHIVAGO

based on the noveI by Boris Pasternak

EPISODE 3

Script by Yuri Arabov

Directors of Photography: Gennady Karyuk, AIexandr Karyuk

Good day. Beg your pardon.

Good day. Are you Iooking for something?

The New Testament.

-A probIem with no asnwer? -Yes.

What is it, if it's not a secret?

Is it a sin to seek revenge in thought or deed?

-Revenge for what? -A murder.

Who kiIIed whom?

No one kiIIed anyone. I mean , theoreticaIIy.

PeopIe have been trying to answer that question for thousands of years.

Remember the Romans.

They borrowed gods, subjugated peopIes.

Engaged in bestiaIity and mad orgies.

Their Emperors drowned in fat.

There you have a fecund ground for revenge.

SuddenIy, He appeared in that mess,

in that pigsty fuII of marbIe and rubbish.

Can't find it.

Empty gods vanished , and the era of man began.

The era of the pIowman , of the carpenter,

of home, famiIy, and work.

Private Iife was now part of the gIobaI cycIe.

Forget about revenge. Man needs to sow, reap, and miII.

-Satisfied? -Not entireIy.

WeII , if you don't Iike my answer, find it yourseIf.

Thank you.

Larka, do we have any champagne or beer? I'm burning aIive.

Your mother aImost kiIIed herseIf, and you're running around aII night!

What are you taIking about? She kiIIed herseIf? For reaI?

FooI!

Are you going to teII me what happened?

She drank iodine. We nearIy Iost her.

I'm going to cIass, and you're going to stay with her. Got it?

No, Larka. I didn't sIeep at aII Iast night.

I said , you wiII.

Why did she drink it? Not because of me.

Greetings.

-HeIIo. -Greetings.

Greetings. SpoiIed girI.

I feeI sorry for her mother.

I feeI sorry for Larka.

Give me a straight answer.

Are you going to the Christmas party at Sventitsky's?

Do I have to?

Skryabin himseIf is going to pIay there.

Stop reading!

-Why don't you Iike hoIidays? -Because of society.

You just don't Iike peopIe.

I can't teII any stories.

I'm with corpses aII day. That's aII I can taIk about.

-You shouId faII in Iove. -With whom?

There are onIy men in my facuIty,

and the girI dearest to me beIieves in spirituaI marriage onIy.

I hate spirituaI marriages!

-Shut up! -I hate it!

-I'II find you a girI myseIf. -ReaIIy? I even know who you mean.

-Who wouId that be? -Shura ShIezinger.

I hate you! I hate you!

Mama, you scared aII of us terribIy. I aImost died myseIf.

How couId you think of such a thing?

Psychiatry caIIs it ravings of a madman.

Viktor IppoIitovich , pIease Ieave us for a minute.

-You're Iying to me! -No.

No, Mother, no.

Swear it.

I'II swear on anything.

Swear to God.

But if you're Iying to me, the rest of your Iife wiII be ruined.

I know.

What do you know?

What?

There has never been anything between Viktor IppoIitovich and me.

I swear to Jesus Christ, our Lord.

Men are aII dirty animaIs. Never trust a man.

No! Not here!

She won't hear anything.

Of course she wiII! We can hear her!

We can hear her.

Oh , my Iove! My darIing! I'II give anything for you!

Swear to me.

What?

That there was never anything between you and my mother.

I won't.

Nice.

First of aII , I don't beIieve in God. SecondIy, I never swear.

At Ieast you're sincere. I Iike that.

You didn't understand me.

Let's go.

Where?

A restaurant, a hoteI , wherever you want.

Right now?

The sooner the better.

Mama, do you mind if I dine with Viktor IppoIitovich?

We won't be Iong.

Here we go.

Where do you want to go?

The BristoI.

Like the first time.

The BristoI it is.

Take us to The BristoI!

Faster!

God , it's aImost Christmas!

Viktor IppoIitovich , aren't you afraid of Iiving?

Aren't you coId in that coat?

-I'II marry you! -ReaIIy?

What wiII we do at The BristoI?

We'II get a private room. No one wiII see us or bother us.

-What about the cockroaches? -Cockroaches! That's great!

I don't want to go to The BristoI.

I want to go to The Yar. I've never been there.

-But that's a tavern. -ExactIy. I want to go to a tavern.

Whatever you want.

Take us to The Yar!

What wiII we do at a tavern?

The same as at a restaurant.

Where eIse can we go?

To The Hermitage, Testov, Saratov, and London , at Okhotny Ryad.

It's a favorite pIace with cabbies.

I want to go to London! Take us to London!

I see, you heard us! To London!

Why go to London if we can stay right here in this sIeigh?

I don't get it.

If we couId do it in a carriage We can do it in a sIeigh.

You must be joking.

Not at aII.

And then we'II teII my mother about us.

Why aren't you saying anything?

You're not a suitor. You're a coward.

You're boring. Good-bye.

Are you aII right, Iady?

Larka, this is the end for me.

I'm dead.

I feeI sorry for Mother.

Though she's a bitch , aII right.

Why aren't you shooting?

I can't do it. My fingers are disobeying me.

Come on , shoot me.

AII right. Where?

In the heart.

No. My head.

How many buIIets?

One.

It's not enough.

My God , I'm surrounded by beasts with no feeIings or sympathy

or a sense of suffering.

Stop whining. TeII me what happened.

Nothing reaIIy.

We aII pitched in for a gift for our coIIege director, and. . .

You Iost it at cards.

How much?

7 00.

Nice job.

Do you know how much I make for tutoring?

Do you know what honor means to a cadet?

Think they'II forgive me? They'II destroy me.

Ask Komarovsky.

I'm not pimping you around. I'II pay him back.

ScoundreI!

You'II be sorry.

Who the heII couId that be?

I'm coming , I'm coming.

How was London?

WonderfuI.

They say it's foggy.

There are more cabbies than fog.

I came to ask for your forgiveness.

I'm embarrassed for aII the troubIes I've caused you.

What are you taIking about? On the contrary, it's fun.

It's fun for you?

Fine.

It wiII be even more fun.

I need some money. 7 00 rubIes.

How soon?

ImmediateIy.

I don't have that kind of money with me.

The great Iawyer Viktor IppoIitovich Komarovsky

doesn't have a mere 7 00 rubIes?

I'm not used to spending that much money at once.

Rubbish!

7 00 rubIes makes no difference to you.

-Then get it from your mother. -No.

I want to borrow the money from the person cIosest to me.

By the way, there's no hard feeIings.

So much the better.

-Don't you think I'm worth that much? -PIease stop. Don't.

Stop it.

I'm not the type of person to whom you can just do whatever you want.

Get out.

And I don't want to see you ever again.

I'm going to count the money first.

It's aII there. You didn't trick me.

Thank you , Viktor IppoIitovich. You're free now.

You've settIed your debt.

He gave it to you?

I took it.

Good. You made a great sacrifice for me.

Sacrifice? You don't get it. Give me your pistoI.

My pistoI?

I'm buying it from you.

No.

Then you won't get the money.

Fine.

I'II buy it back.

Who are you going to shoot?

A rabid dog.

Pasha, you scared me! Don't touch!

Why aren't you at the university?

It's Christmas!

Come to the house. Papa is waiting for us.

Thank you , but I can't. Don't foIIow me.

-Is something wrong? -No.

-Has someone offended you? -No, no. I'II come.

-Who is it? TeII me. -I'II definiteIy come.

Just a bit Iater.

-You despise me? -FooI!

Don't foIIow me, or I won't come. I swear!

Get out of here!

Not bad. Show me again.

The puIse is stiII irreguIar.

It seems wrinkIed.

Turn around.

No, it's aII right.

Maybe you shouId stay home.

Don't ruin the hoIiday for us, Sasha.

I think he's right.

I feeI great today.

I feeI terrific.

What kind of doctor wiII you be if you can't see that?

Sasha, Tonya, Yuri , we're aII going to Orykino in the spring.

It's aIready decided.

-Right, Sasha? -Yes, yes. We're going.

We're going to Orykino.

We'II go, Mama.

Yuri. . .

You were made for each other. May God be with you.

-Happy hoIidays! -Merry Christmas, Mama.

Merry Christmas, Sasha.

Merry Christmas, darIing.

Go, then. May God be with you.

Merry Christmas!

AII this excitement is for nothing.

For your information , you're Iistening to a genius.

I agree he's a genius, but why cry?

I hope it's not war.

You thought it was a bomb, right?

Champagne expIoded.

-I was afraid someone got shot. -Don't put so much ice next time.

Don't do it.

You don't mean weII. I beg you not to do it.

Go away.

Go away!

What happened?

It's aII strange.

I can see by your face that something's wrong.

Someone broke a bottIe. Anyone crying here yet?

As you see.

Another bottIe.

Excuse me, Maestro.

KoIya, are you injured?

GentIemen , it's an assassination attempt.

A terrorist tried to kiII the PubIic Prosecutor!

CaII the poIice!

We don't need the poIice. She was shooting at me.

CaIm down , my dear.

There's a doctor here. Do you need heIp?

I'm fine. It's just a scratch.

HeIp the woman who shot at me.

They're asking for you. Go, Yurochka.

Mama!

HaiI the Tsar! HaiI the FatherIand!

They're wrecking aII German shops.

What's happening?

They had it coming.

They've got everything: stores, factories, everything.

Can someone pIease heIp me cIear the way?

Take that end. It's too heavy for me.

This one's from Paris.

They don't care.

Bring it here.

Stop! Stop! What are you doing?

Excuse me.

Where is Madame Gishar and her famiIy?

They Ieft six months ago!

-CongratuIations. -CongratuIations.

-For what? -What a joy.

Most importantIy,

you've got to keep the fIame burning forever.

CongratuIations.

We've been waiting , Yuri Andreevich.

CongratuIations to you , too.

But for what?

Don't you read the papers?

I don't.

We're at war with Germany.

Why are you so happy? Are you certain of our victory?

What victory?

We're more IikeIy to faII apart.

In that case, I don't get it.

I've aIways said you were a fooI , aIbeit taIented.

Let's drink to this gift from God to us, surgeons.

It doesn't burn?

Sit down.

Who were you before the war?

A capabIe diagnostician

and a decent surgeon with big pIans for the future.

But that future may never come. That's the thing.

Now you've got an enormous opportunity.

Under your Ieadership, I hope.

I can't.

No one wiII Iet me Ieave the hospitaI.

You'II go to the front aIone.

What front?

My wife is seven months pregnant.

To heII with your wife and your father-in-Iaw.

Do you remember what the Crimean War

gave our medicaI science?

Who wouId Pirogov be without it?

An aIcohoIic who used to forget his scaIpeI inside a patient's beIIy.

And what did he become? A genius, a miracIe worker.

Don't you want to become a miracIe worker?

No.

Good day.

Good day, damn it.

I wanted to taIk with you.

There's nothing good to say. What's he doing?

Who?

The Tsar.

Didn't we Iearn from our war with Japan in 1 905?

Remember this day, Yuri.

August 1 4, 1 9 1 4. The beginning of the end.

Drink, drink.

Russia is no more.

That is, she stiII exists, but not for Iong.

Is something wrong?

The war is happening to aII of us, Tonechka.

Forgive me, Papa.

The tea is served.

Yurochka, can I pour you some tea?

No, thanks. I'II pour it myseIf.

This is awfuI.

What's awfuI?

We aII need to go to war. For our peopIe.

And expIain to the Russian men that their troubIes aren't punishment.

And you are going?

No, why me? I'm taIking about Russian men and their games.

You shouId go, too.

What?

Oh , Iook, I Iost count!

-Are you going? -Why do you think so?

You Iook awfuI. What's wrong?

Nothing.

On my way to work this morning ,

I saw that they destroyed Madame Gishar's workshop.

Remember?

We treated Madame Gishar when she poisoned herseIf.

And that girI that shot a man at the Sventitsky party, is she aIive?

Yes.

Is that it?

That's it.

I feeI Iike you're hiding something from me.

That's enough. I'm sick of this. Try it yourseIf.

They're sending me to the front.

But I'm not going.

I said , I'm not going anywhere.

I knew it.

I don't beIieve a word you say.

PIease, no famiIy drama. It's boring.

I've been married three times, and I've had it up to here.

But this, this is interesting.

Through the darkened streets

White mothers feverishIy stroke The coffin with outstretched arms

CIose your eyes

Turn your eyes From the newspapers

It's a new poem. By Commodore.

Just came out.

Why are you crying?

Huh?

ReaIIy, why are you crying?

Like a distant tragic actor, chiIdIike A wanderer wears his crown of thorns

And staggers through the town And rehearses

If I just had someone, sometime, something. . .

I'd throw myseIf off the Sukharev Tower.

Yuri.

Yurochka, I aIways curse you.

But this is tremendous!

Tonya, when are you giving birth? In a month?

I'II heIp you give birth. I'II be Doctor ShIezinger.

ShouId we cry aII three of us?

Mama, pIease!

We aIready said good-bye.

Wait for my Ietters.

-Don't go! Promise to write every day! -Do something about her!

-Let go of me! -CaIm down!

Go to heII , sIut!

If Russia defeats the Kaiser,

she wiII free Europe of its age-oId despotism.

The rotten characteristics of the Russian monarchy

are specificaIIy Russian characteristics.

Stupidity, obstinacy.

We need to be with our peopIe,

and free ourseIves with the victory over Germany.

It's aII nonsense, brothers! Nonsense!

A hundred years ago Russia defeated NapoIeon ,

and what happened to Paris?

What happened after that?

Arakcheev and miIitary settIements.

What shaII we do?

What do you suggest?

AbsoIuteIy nothing.

In the words of Schedrin ,

''Don't denounce the war, but don't support it, either.''

We must kiII them aII.

What do you mean?

They gave bayonets to the peopIe.

We shouId turn those bayonets against them.

I didn't hear that.

Comrades, it's a sound point of view.

But not now. Not now, when there's such an emotionaI upheavaI.

They won't understand us.

We'II expIain ourseIves.

After the first defeat.

It wouId be interesting to hear

what the younger generation thinks about aII of this.

Speak to the troops.

They'II bury us.

With their bayonets.

AIIow me to retire, gentIemen.

Someone's here for you.

So Iong.

What's wrong?

I just wanted to see you.

Okay, comrades, Iet's spIit up.

Who's that?

PaveI's girIfriend.

-Can she be trusted? -How shouId I know?

She'II screw up our conspiracy.

Get the heII out of here with your ruIes!

We'II bury you aII aIive!

I'm a woIf. I'm going to eat you.

I ran away from home.

ReaIIy?

Where wiII you Iive?

With you.

PIease save me.

If I ask you something , wiII you refuse?

No.

-Swear that you won't refuse. -I swear.

You don't know everything about me. I'II teII you sometime.

I'm no picnic. I'm bad.

But if you want to save me. . .

If you Iove me, at Ieast a IittIe, Iet's get married.

Say something.

I've been dreaming about that my entire Iife.

I cured you with fear. You don't stutter anymore!

She's going to Iive with us, Papa.

-There's no room. -We'II make room.

She'II sIeep in there, and we'II sIeep out here.

Fine!

We can begin to Iive Iike peopIe.

We wiII.

What is that?

How shouId I know?

Antonina Ieft it.

Tonya!

Wait, wait.

Tonya, what's in the suitcase?

The most necessary things. BIok, Chekhov, ToIstoy.

RiIke, your favorite.

What do you think I'II be doing in the German war?

TransIating their poetry?

The war is not with RiIke.

AII right, fine. And what's in this one?

Sweaters.

What wiII I need those for?

Don't yeII at me. I did my best to pack your things.

Thank you.

Don't worry about me.

And him?

He. . . He's waiting for his time to come.

AII things considered , I've got a father.

And he's got a grandfather.

Yuri! Yuri!

I don't get it. Don't you have a different profession?

Aren't you a poet? To heII with this war!

Poetry is not a profession.

A doctor is the most important person now.

Second onIy to the soIdier, naturaIIy.

I don't know who I Iove more, my son or my son-in-Iaw.

God protect you!

Wait! Wait for me!

For you. From Commodore.

There's a dedication there.

He's aIso a soIdier. And what a fine soIdier, too!

Mignonette? What's that?

Mignonette?

He reaIIy Iiked two Iines:

The smeII of the fresh mignonette

The orphaned peasant's hut

Sounds Iike him.

Are a broken miracIe

That's it.

So now we are aII going to caII you Mignonette.

Very siIIy. He's more of an actor than a poet.

Don't get angry. He Ioves your poetry.

Let's go!

I'II go aIone.

Everyone, Iet's sit for the picture!

Liza! MarkeI!

QuickIy! QuickIy! Let's take a picture!

SmiIes, everyone!