All language subtitles for 13 - Adventures In The Secret Service

- Name?
- Captain Defense, sir.

Colonel Dupuis is expecting you.

The second-in-command
of French intelligence?

Yes, Captain.

Defense is here.

Ah, yes, Captain Defense.
I have just been reading your report.

Our agents in Germany confirm

there was a gigantic plane
at the base at Dalhun

which was destroyed
in some mysterious fire.

Due to you, Defense?

Yes, sir.
But that was actually an accident, sir.

Yes, sir.
But that was actually an accident, sir.

So our agents report.

Also, you failed to persuade
Monsieur Fokker to come over to us.

Yes, sir.

So...

What am I to do with you, Defense?

I don't know, sir.

The Prime Minister needs an agent

for a difficult mission
of the highest secrecy.

It will have to be you.

Command headquarters
is expecting you.

Report there immediately.

Yes, sir.

Oh, Defense,

don't fail this time.

Yes, sir.

Hello!

Hey! Hey, you two!

Stop, you two!

Papers, please.

There they go.

Papers.

Come on.

It's fine. Right through those doors.

That's the trick cyclist
we passed on the way in.

We thought he was an errand boy.

That's Captain Errand Boy to you,
Second Lieutenant.

Unless you're dressed
for a masquerade,

I fully expect to be saluted.

Captain, really.

No, no, he's quite right.

You clearly have no idea
who these gentlemen are.

Two officers of junior rank.

The brothers, Prince Sixtus
and Prince Xavier of Bourbon-Parma.

You see, Captain,

our sister is the Empress Zita
of Austria.

Her husband, Emperor Karl,

wishes to negotiate a peace settlement
separate from Germany.

My God,
Germany would lose its major ally.

It would pull the rug right out
from under the Kaiser.

What would my part be in this?

You are to escort Lieutenants
Sixtus and Xavier into Vienna.

There they will meet secretly
with Emperor Karl

and try to secure, in writing,

certain concessions
demanded by my government.

You will then get the brothers
safely back to France.

If we succeed, we can put an end
to this war with a stroke of a pen,

without another shot being fired
or another life lost.

Interested?

Here are your papers.

They are expert forgeries
and should see you safely into Austria.

Once you have crossed the border,

you will be contacted
by one of our operatives

and given further instructions.

Operative?

Schultz.

How will I find this Schultz?

Schultz will find you.

You know, the skiing in Gstaad
is extraordinary at this time of year.

Do you remember that time

the Duke and Duchess of Rochester
arrived with their entire retinue intact?

And I had the misfortune
to run into those...

Let's get one thing straight.

We're not here on holiday.
This is damn serious business.

I don't think we need you to tell us that.

I think you do.

Look at you, dressed like
a couple of Parisian dandies

off to the gaming tables.

You don't like us much,
do you, Captain?

I don't care for the frivolous.

In this line of work, it can get you killed.

If we go into Austria
with you prattling on

about Gstaad this
and the duke and duchess of that,

they'll be on to us in no time.

Who? German spies?

German spies
don't concern me so much.

All they'd do is shoot us.

It's the Austrian secret police
that worries me more.

And what would they do?

Poke our eyes out,

strip our flesh,
feed us our innards, for starters.

You may view us as frivolous, Captain,

but our commitment
to ending this horror is not.

Yeah, well, I've seen the horror.

Flanders, Verdun, the Congo.

How much horror have you glimpsed
from the Paris nightclubs?

Those uniforms that we wear
aren't just for show, Captain.

My brother and I serve
as stretcher bearers,

carrying the wounded off the front lines.

Our sister is equally concerned.

Sixtus, show him the letter.

"Think of all those unfortunate souls
living in the hell of the trenches,

"dying every day by the thousands.

"And come with all haste."

I like your sister already.

How dare you!

Just how far do you think we'd get

if they searched you at the border
and found this?

We're at the Austrian border.

Stay calm and don't act suspiciously.

We'll have to leave the train, then
we'll pass the checkpoints separately.

Then we'll meet up on the other side.

Let's go.

Keep a low profile.
Remember, we don't know each other.

What's the delay, Sergeant?

Are these your papers, mein Herr?

Of course they're my papers.

Now, if you would let me pass.

- They're taking him away!
- Keep your voice down.

We have to do something.

Yes, we have to get back
on the train now.

Listen to me,
there's nothing we could have done.

Our lives would have been forfeited,

and our mission
would have amounted to nothing.

Oh, God. My poor brother.

Whatever shall I tell our sister?

Whatever shall I tell our parents?

Tell them that he sacrificed himself
for the noblest of causes.

On the other hand, you could say

that those stupid fools at the border
mistook me for somebody else.

Sixtus!

We thought you were a goner for sure!

I would've been, if it hadn't been for you.

Thank God you burnt that letter.

What kind of questions did they ask?

Nothing important. Like I said,
they thought I was somebody else.

What are you thinking?

Why arrest us at the border?

Why not shadow us into Vienna
and smash the entire spy network?

But surely, if someone were tagging us,
we'd have noticed it by now.

Tickets. Tickets, please.

Xavier.

I'm sorry, gentlemen,
I have to take your tickets for now.

Why would he take our tickets?

Excuse me, is there some problem
with our tickets?

It seems you were assigned
the wrong compartment.

It's no problem,
there's no one else due there today.

So feel free to stay.

Thank you.

What have you done with them?

Where are they?

Tell me where they are
or I'll break your neck!

Sir, in my pocket, my pocket!

Here, here.
I won't smoke if you don't want me to.

But please don't hurt me.

Everything all right?

There was some confusion
about being in the wrong compartment.

I handled it.

Now what?

Now we make contact with Schultz.
Or rather, he makes contact with us.

I wonder what this Schultz looks like.

Who can tell?
I'm sure he's a master of disguise.

I am Schultz.

You're right, he is a master of disguise.

This is no time for jokes.
There's danger. Follow me.

The three gentlemen who entered
Austria by train no longer exist.

Now there are only three young
Austrian soldiers on leave.

That's more like it, Sixtus.
I always thought we should be captains.

Now, Lieutenant, unless
you're dressed for a masquerade,

we fully expect to be saluted.

Don't press your royal luck.

Take the car to Vienna.
Here's the address.

Tell them that you are friends
of Frederick.

He will take you from there.

- Thank you, Frau Schultz.
- One more thing.

You will need this for the drive.

These are yummy!

Oops.

Say, isn't that
where we're supposed to go?

That's the place.
I can see the address from here.

What happened?

A terrible shootout, terrible.

I'm told the secret police
broke up a ring of spies.

- Off, off!
- Better do what the policeman says.

Lieutenant.

Stop the car. Stop!

First you go, now you stop.
Drive, you idiot!

We don't know you, friend.
We're not going anywhere.

You are drawing attention. Now drive.

You are friends of Frederick, ja?

I think you've mistaken us
for someone else.

Trust me.

Who are you?

You may call me Mister Max.

Turn left.

Whatever you say,
but we still don't know any Frederick.

No?
Then why were you going to that house?

Three nice Austrian
soldier boys like you.

Nothing better to do on your furlough
than visit a nest of spies?

Turn right.

These are yummy.

Ja, I have them.

How soon can you be here?

I don't trust this Mister Max.

He seems to know all about us.

He could be working with Frederick.

He could also be secret police.

They could have beaten that information
out of Frederick

when they arrested him.

Coffee to your liking?

It's fine.

Good.

Now what?

Frederick is dead,
in case you're wondering.

I'm sorry to hear that.

These men will see to you.

I do hope it is over quickly.

We've missed the turn.
Sch�nbrunn Palace is back that way.

Hey, we're going the wrong way.

I've got a bad feeling about this.

As soon as they open the doors,
we jump. Agreed?

Devil take the consequences.

Finally!

- We thought you'd never make it.
- You're not the only ones.

I prayed for this day. Look at you.

- How long has it been? Three years?
- Well, it's more like four.

- And who is this third man?
- This is Captain Henri Defense,

- our spy.
- He got us into Vienna.

If not for him, Lord knows
what would've become of us.

Well done, Captain.
We're most grateful.

Summon Count Czernin immediately.
Tell him the package has arrived.

So you see, Count Czernin,
the French and British governments

are most anxious
to declare peace with Austria,

but only if Karl is willing to grant
three key concessions in writing.

And those are?

Number one, Austria must agree

to support the French claim
to the region of Alsace-Lorraine.

- Go on.
- Two.

Austria must recognize
Belgian sovereignty

and agree to the evacuation
of all German troops

from Belgian territory.

Three, we must restore
Serbian sovereignty

and grant them
the economic concessions they seek.

These demands
are somewhat problematic.

But not altogether unjustified.

Oh, I agree.

But there are many in the empire
who would not.

If I may speak frankly,

there are those who would
view these concessions as a betrayal,

perhaps even treasonous.

Who would dare?

The Kaiser, for one.

Your Imperial Majesty knows
that I have no wish to anger you.

I was foreign minister
to your great uncle,

the Emperor Franz Josef,
for many years,

and I hope to be yours
for many years to come,

but we are not just talking about
peace with France.

We are also talking about an end
to our alliance with Germany

and this is not a matter
to be taken lightly.

The Kaiser can be a powerful enemy,

as England and France
have already learned.

I understand that, Count.

But all that must be weighed
against the realities of this war.

Of course, we could go on until
one side crushes the other completely.

But at what cost?

Diplomacy demands...

It's the failure of diplomacy
that's got us into this mess.

Your Imperial Majesty has strong views.

But she's right, isn't she?

Look at Russia. My God, a revolution.

The Czar deposed by his own people,
and why?

Because they are weary of war.
They are angry and dissatisfied.

If we want to stop the same thing
happening in Austria,

we have to liberalize the monarchy

and give the people what they want,
peace, whatever the cost.

I'm not merely being noble.

It's not just the men in the trenches
I want to save.

I don't want to go down in history
as the last emperor of Austria.

The one who let a 1,000-year monarchy
crumble through his fingers like dust.

Very well. I will draft a letter.

- Will tomorrow be soon enough?
- As soon as you can, Count, thank you.

- It's mine, let go of it!
- No, let go of it!

Now look what you've done?
You've broken it.

Stop this nonsense right now.

If you'd had made an effort to share
your toys instead of fighting over them,

nobody would've broken it
and you could've both played.

Instead, each of you ends up
with nothing. Am I right?

- Yes, Mom.
- Yes, Mom.

Too bad nations don't have grownups
to settle their disputes.

I haven't slept well for the last
four months since I've been emperor.

It's quite a responsibility.

It's not what I expected.

When Zita and I married,
we planned for a quiet,

uneventful life at the royal court.

There's Count Czernin.

Come on, everybody,
let's race to the house!

On your marks, get set, go!

Shame, really.

I would've enjoyed
a quiet, uneventful life.

But this isn't what we talked about at all.

We spoke of guarantees,
not platitudes and maybes.

There is a language to diplomacy
which must be observed.

To hell with your language!
And to hell with your diplomacy!

Now, now, calm down.

There's nothing to be gained
by any of this.

Count Czernin,
forgive my brother-in-law's rashness.

Though I must admit,

this letter, well,

it is a little bit more vague
than I had hoped.

- As it must be.
- But why?

One cannot start a negotiation

by giving away the farm
and all the livestock, can one?

More importantly, if the Kaiser discovers
what we are doing,

we must have a fall-back position.

"Fall-back position"?
Is that all you diplomats care about?

Millions of people are dying, Czernin,

and all you're concerned about
is covering your own flank!

Young man, I am less concerned
with covering my flank

than covering the Emperor's!

Your Imperial Majesty, I advise caution.

I have been as explicit in this letter
as I felt it was wise to be.

And now it is up to you
as to whether or not you wish to sign it.

Shakespeare said, "First thing we do,
let's kill all the lawyers."

He was wrong.

We should start
with the bloody diplomats!

Your Imperial Majesty
has made a wise decision.

Have I?

- Let's go around the tree.
- All right, try to get me.

Go straight to this address.

Mister Max is waiting for you

with new papers and civilian clothes
for the return trip.

You have Count Czernin's letter
in a safe place.

Goodbye, Karl. Thank you.

As for you, Captain, we can never forget
all you have done for us.

Our brothers are precious.
I know you'll look after them.

What are you looking so pleased about?
This whole damn trip's wasted.

- That letter is worthless.
- I have a feeling this one isn't.

"To the British, Belgian
and French governments,

"I, his Imperial Majesty,
Emperor Karl of Austria-Hungary,

"do hereby sue for peace

"in return for which I'm willing to grant
the following concessions."

Yeah!

- Are you sure this is the place?
- Yes. Mister Max is in Apartment 7.

Mister Max?

Hello?

No light. Maybe he didn't pay his bill.

- What's that?
- Wait, I have some matches?

- I think we should go now.
- What is your hurry?

Let's get out of here!

Give me your hand!

- We're trapped!
- It's blocked!

- Let's get out of here.
- Let's run for the roof!

We were right behind them.

We came around the corner,
they were gone, vanished.

The sewer was a really wonderful idea.

What an incredible new smell
you've discovered.

How's the letter?

A bit damp, but it's still intact.

A bit like us.

How are we going to get
across the border in these uniforms?

We're supposed to get new papers,
civilian clothes.

I'll think of something.

Lustenau. All off for Lustenau.
Last stop before the Swiss border.

Oh, no.

How did he find us?

They're probably checking every train
out of Austria,

especially trains to Switzerland.

Sixtus.

Hello! Hello!

Oh, you beast, you! Go away!

Get the guard!
Call the conductor at once!

We're just going to
have to jump off the train

and try to cross the border on foot.

- We'll break our necks.
- Well, I prefer that to being shot.

No, wait. I have a better idea.

We are looking
for three Austrian soldiers, deserters.

Seen them?

Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

- Hey!
- Excuse me.

No, please don't kill me!
Please, don't kill me! Please!

Okay, quick, out of those uniforms.

How do we look?

Perfect. You've even got
German diplomatic immunity.

These will get you across the border
no problem.

- What about you?
- Don't worry about me.

Just get this letter back to France.

Go.

Stop the train! Stop the train!
Stop! Stop!

There he is!

Stop shooting. He's in the neutral zone.

Reverse the train!

Faster! Faster!

I surrender! I surrender!

I'm an Austrian deserter
seeking asylum.

Unfortunately, the Kaiser got wind
of what the Emperor was up to

and hauled him over the carpet.

Gave him a real dressing down.

So the whole thing has collapsed,
no separate peace,

and the war is still on.

- Another failure, Defense?
- Yes, sir.

Defense,

what am I going to do with you?

Let's consider your future over a drink.

- What do you know about Russia?
- I know they just had a revolution there.

I know the Czar was overthrown.
I would imagine it's fairly chaotic.

To say the least.

The new government
of Alexander Kerensky

is trying to establish democracy.

But more important, they're determined
to keep Russia in the war.

You mean, there was a possibility
they would pull out?

There's every chance.

If the Kerensky government falls,

think what that would do
to the German war effort.

Well, yes, sir. They could
take their troops from Russia

and put them on the Western Front.

How good is your Russian?

- It's good enough, sir.
- Excellent.

- Our embassy needs a translator.
- Would I get to work in the field?

That you will have to wait
till you get to Petrograd.

- Good luck, Defense.
- Thank you, sir.

So, the agitators have been stirring up
the Machine Gun Regiment again.

Something's going on, Captain Defense.

I think the Bolsheviks
are starting to make their move, sir.

- I've had lots of reports...
- You're way off, Brossard.

The Bolsheviks talk big,
but they're still small potatoes.

Defense,

Lenin is promising to pull Russia
out of the war if he comes to power.

Have you any idea
how that sounds to soldiers

who've been stuck
in a water-Iogged trench for years?

You don't have to tell me
about the trenches, Brossard.

I've been there,
I know what kind of hell that is.

But that doesn't mean
that Lenin's going to take over Russia.

My analysis suggests...

Sir, can Brossard get on
with his analysis on his own?

I'd rather be out in the field
collecting the facts

instead of arguing with him
about what they mean.

The facts are no use
without analysis, Captain.

Your Russian is excellent,
you decode well. I need you here.

You think so much of yourself, Defense.

Why should he send you out in the field
instead of me?

Because I'm a natural field agent,
Brossard.

And you're a natural

desk clerk.

The only way you'd be
any use in the field

would be if they made you
into a scarecrow.

Hey, when did this come in?

Hey, hold the fort for me, would you?
I have to go out for half an hour.

Hey, hey, hey, I don't have time
to do your work, Defense.

There's a whole load of...

Thanks, Captain.
I knew I could rely on you.

Sergei, Irena, is anybody here?

Hey, Sergei, Irena, wait! Wait!

Wait!

What happened, Indy?
You look like you've seen a ghost.

You're going to the Tauride Palace,
aren't you?

I'm speaking there. I'm telling them
what it's like in the trenches.

Yeah, I mean,
someone's got to tell them.

We've got to stop this war.

- Don't go, Sergei.
- Why not?

Stay away
from the Tauride Palace today.

- Why?
- Because he's a deserter.

So?

It's going to be a dangerous place
for deserters, okay?

- How do you know?
- You know I can't tell you that.

Just trust me.

- Hey, are we friends?
- Of course we are friends.

- Then you promise?
- All right, I promise.

Good.

I've got to get back to work.

So, see you tonight at the Bear Pit?

Please.

I've just come from a meeting
with Kerensky

and members
of the Provisional Government.

And I have to tell you,
in the strictest confidence,

that I seriously doubt
whether they can hold onto power

until the elections.

Things have grown
more and more volatile

ever since Lenin returned from exile.

The next three months are crucial.

I believe there could be an insurrection
anytime in the next two weeks.

The Provisional Government
is desperate for any information.

I expect you all to work
with the utmost diligence.

Remember, if the Bolsheviks
come to power

and Russia pulls out of the war,
millions of German troops

would be free to come to the battlefields
of France and overrun us.

I might add that there will probably be
a promotion in this

for whoever provides
information we need,

or a more attractive assignment.

Hi, Indy! Come and have some tea.
They just brought the samovar.

Thank you so much for loaning me this.

I admire Mr. H. G. Wells so much.

One government for the whole world?

I love The Time Machine
and The Invisible Man,

but I'm not sure I agree with his politics.

Why not? The system we've got now
is working so well.

Look, Rosa, H. G. Wells, Bernard Shaw,
our own Maxim Gorky.

All these writers think they know
how to create a paradise on Earth,

like they can in their books.
It's not possible.

Anything's possible now.

The Czar is gone.
We decide what happens next.

No, we don't. God decides.

Paradise is in Heaven, not on Earth.

Trying to create paradise here
is just going to cause endless suffering.

So, how are things
at the hospital, Rosa?

Well, we had two more children die
today because there is no sulfur.

It's all gone to the front.
The war is ruining us,

like it's ruining
everything else in Russia.

You're beginning to sound
like a Bolshevik, Rosa.

You don't have to be a Bolshevik
to be against the war.

Everyone hates the war.

And as soon as the Provisional
Government holds the elections,

it will be over.

If the Provisional Government gets
to hold the elections.

Of course they will.
Who's going to stop them?

If ever there was a time of hope,
this is it.

Well, comrade spy,

we spent a very busy but very
uneventful afternoon folding leaflets,

and my brilliant speech went unheard.
I hope you are satisfied.

You made the right choice, my friend.

Maybe this will make up
for your disappointment.

Wow! Butter!
I haven't seen that for weeks.

Bread! Spy, I love you.

If the French ambassador knew I was
supporting a gang of revolutionaries,

he'd have a heart attack.

Don't worry, next time
we'll get those bastards!

Hey, Boris, what happened?

It's all right, it's all right.

Look, I got a bottle of vodka.

How long is it
since we last saw vodka, huh?

Last night?

Boris, what happened this time?

What happened?

What happened was I was waiting
for you to make your damn speech

outside the Tauride Palace.

Suddenly, soldiers appear
and start rounding up deserters

to send them back to the front.

I'm telling you,
there was blood everywhere.

How do you spies
know all these things?

Come on, Irena.
We have an agreement, don't we?

You don't ask me what goes on
at the French embassy,

I don't ask you what goes on
at Bolshevik headquarters.

But why did you get into a fight
with them, Boris?

You're not a deserter.

Oh, I didn't get this fighting.
I got this stealing the vodka.

Damn shop window.
And stop wasting it!

This is for our party.

Putting in a little extra time, Captain?

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hello.

- Hello.
- Is Indy back?

He should be. It's his cabbage.

Can I help?

We won't waste the peel.
Put it in the oven, we'll bake it instead.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Something smells good.

Terrific.

And here's something else the
Ambassador's not going to miss tonight.

Well, that's perfect. Just what we need.

You should speak to him. It's no good
staring at him like a little sheep.

But truly, he realizes. He must.

Rosa, one thing in life
you have to understand,

men are really stupid.

Except when they're
enlightened revolutionaries.

Especially if they are
enlightened revolutionaries.

- Let me have a chunk now...
- No, it's not for now.

- We have to save it.
- Save it? But I'm hungry.

Sergei, come on.

Yes.

Hey, you started without me.

It's really buzzing out there, you know.

I haven't seen people this worked up
since we threw out the Czar.

One of the priests at the seminary
said he's heard

that the Bolsheviks are going to stage
a coup within the next 10 days.

Really?
Know anything about that, Sergei?

Hey, comrade spy, remember our deal?

Check.

I just don't think I can go through
with this.

You can do it, Rosa.

You can distract his attention.

Check mate.

Just keep him away from the apartment
until 9:00.

- I'll try.
- Hi, ladies. Conspiring?

You men are so suspicious.

No, I have to write an essay
on Charles Dickens tonight.

And the leaflet on land seizure
for my boss

at the Bolshevik headquarters.

Indy, there's a Mozart recital on
at the conservatoire this evening.

They're playing the concerto
for clarinet, and I was wondering...

The clarinet concerto...

Rosa, you know the way
right to my heart.

Do you want to come?

Yeah. Yeah, that'd be lovely.

It's been canceled.

They've been sent to the front
to entertain the troops.

Yeah. This is terrible.

- Are you all right?
- Just feeling a little weak.

Maybe I should take you home.

- You probably just need to rest.
- No, no, no.

I just need to get some fresh air.

It's a little faintness, that's all.
It'll go away.

You sure you're all right?

Let's just walk.
I want to show you something.

- Isn't it beautiful?
- Yeah, it's wonderful.

Rosa, you're trembling.

I think I should take you back.

- I really think...
- No, please. It's just a little chill.

The most lovely charm
of Saint Petersburg, I think,

is that there's every kind
of bridge one can imagine.

- Those griffins remind me of my dog.
- Do you miss your home?

I miss hotdogs

and root beer floats and baseball.

Not your family?

- Well, my mom died a few years ago.
- I'm sorry.

And my dad would probably kill me
if I ever went home.

- Are you all right?
- I'm just tired.

- I didn't get much sleep last night.
- Were you working?

I'm sorry.

Maybe we should start back
towards the apartment.

Let's go back this way.

Are you sure?
It seems like the wrong direction.

If we go this way,
we'll get to cross a bridge

with the most wonderful
cast-iron railings.

- Are you mad at me?
- No, of course not.

It's truly magical.

I'm glad.
It's the perfect birthday present.

It's your birthday?
Why didn't you say something?

It's no big deal,
and it's the perfect way to spend it.

I think so, too. This way.

Hey, we're right back where we started.

I guess I took us in a circle.

I'm sorry.

Indy! Rosa!
What an amazing coincidence.

- Tell me, how was the concert?
- It's been canceled.

I've been showing Indy
the bridges of Saint Petersburg

for the last hour and a half.

Ah, well, you're a very lucky man.

The bridges of Saint Petersburg
are so exciting.

Come along, old friend,
let's get you home.

I was thinking about that, too.

Hey, Dmitri! What a surprise!

- Surprise! Happy birthday, Indy!
- Surprise! Happy birthday, Indy!

Happy birthday!

Indy! Indy, leave off showing off
your fancy footwork.

Come and cut your cake!
We're all hungry.

- A cake.
- A revolutionary cake.

More ingenuity than raisins.

It's typical, isn't it? We get a cake,
and who gets to divide it up?

The capitalist.

He's not cutting the cake
because he's a capitalist,

he's cutting it because it's his birthday.

It's how things used to be, Dmitri.
Everything used to depend on birth.

Yes. If you were born a noble,

you got that much.

- Now, if you were born a peasant...
- Or a worker.

...you got that much.
And that's feudalism for you.

The Czar is gone, we're through of it.

Whereas if you wisely
decide to become capitalist,

then the guy that bakes the cake
gets the nice, big slice

because he's smart and ingenious.

But the workers,
who actually did the mixing,

get the little teeny bits.
So the way to achieve justice is...

Through socialism where
the smart capitalist can bake the cake

but the government, in this case me,

makes sure he gives the workers
an absolutely fair share of it.

It wouldn't work, Rosa.
The capitalists are too smart for that.

If you try getting the cake away
from them, it'd fall into pieces.

No, the people must bake the cake
and the state must divide it up equally

so everyone gets a fair share
according to what he needs.

And that's what
communism is all about.

And this is anarchism in practice.

Because it's your birthday.

Now, this is where, if we were rich,

we would give a friend
a sumptuous present.

But because we're not rich

and, in fact,
we don't have any money at all,

we'll give him something much better.

We'll take him to see
history being made.

When you hear Lenin speak, then you
will know what communism is all about.

Comrades,

a question.

How many more of your young men
must die in this war

before the capitalists who started it
are satisfied?

Before they have enough profit

from building the tanks, the guns,
the shells? How many?

Fifty thousand? A million? Two million?

I say none! I say stop the war, now!

Our demands are simple.

We want peace for the soldier,

we want bread for our workers,

we want land for our peasants now!

But that is only the beginning.

When we come to power,

we will utterly change this nation

into something the world
has never seen before.

Under communism,
Russia will be governed by the people

in one great armed militia,

ordinary people running
their everyday affairs, themselves.

A dictatorship of the proletariat!

This will develop
into a society so perfect

that the state itself will wither away.

What do Kerensky and the
Provisional Government offer instead?

Capitalism

with lighter chains for the workers.

There can be no compromise
with these frauds.

Peace! Bread! Land!

Keep on saying it until all Russia
rises up to demand it and then...

Then we will lead the proletariat
to victory!

Well, Indy,

- happy birthday.
- Hey, thanks.

He's wrong.

They are pulling back on the front.
Now is the time.

No, it's not. Timing is everything.

Get it wrong now
and it all goes up in smoke.

Thank you. You must be very tired.

No, actually I still have some things
I have to do.

- At this hour?
- Afraid so.

I'll see you in the morning.
Back at the apartment?

Bye.

"Workers and peasants,

"the moment has come
for the people to strike without mercy

"and bring Kerensky and his henchmen
down into the dust of history.

"We will gather at...

"...and march
on the Tauride Palace at..."

Damn it! No dates!

See? I told you there was nobody here.

Captain. How nice of you to drop in.

Do you never go home?

Putilov steel works?

Is that your best deduction so far?

It's only the key to the whole thing.

Come on, the Putilov steel works
is just another big industrial plant.

It doesn't mean anything.

Defense, it's only the biggest
concentration of industrial workers

in Saint Petersburg.

Thirty thousand of them.

When those people are ready
to attack the government,

the Bolsheviks will strike.

I'll remember that.

Hi, Indy.

Rosa, have you been waiting here
for me?

Why?

Because...

Because I love you.

- Wow, I...
- I shouldn't be saying this, should I?

- I'm embarrassing you.
- No, no, no. It's just...

When I'm with you, I feel alive.

And when you're gone, it's as if
someone has just shut me in a tomb.

Rosa...

It's all right, Indy.

You don't need to say anything.

I got it wrong, didn't I?

Rosa, I like you so much.

You're smart and funny and pretty.

But love is a weird thing.

It's kind of like lightning.

And you can no more make it strike than
you can stop it if it decides to hit you.

And you haven't been struck?

I sometimes envy Sergei and Irena.

They've got it all planned out.

As soon as the revolution is over,

they're going to move out
into the country.

Yeah, I know.

Sergei is going to build a log cabin
by a stream and catch fish.

They're going to raise a family there.

I sometimes think
when they're standing up there

telling the steel workers
to storm the barricades,

all they really think about
is that little cabin in the country.

The steel workers?

Any workers.

I just say this because they're going to
talk to some steel workers this morning.

Which steel workers? Did they say
which steel plant they were going to?

I don't know, Indy.

What does it matter?

Hi. Are we interrupting something?

Sergei, you're so dumb sometimes.

See you later.

Good luck at the Putilov works.

What makes you think
we're going there?

You'd have to whip up
the Putilov workers

if the revolution was starting tomorrow,
wouldn't you?

- What are you talking about?
- I've been reading the literature, Irena.

All the leaflets about the rallies
and the meetings and the marches.

I know they're happening all the time,

but there's more of them happening
in the next 48 hours

than there have been for weeks.

I know that Putilov steel works
is the key.

And now I know you're on your way
to stir up the workers.

So don't tell me the Bolshevik
Revolution isn't starting, Sergei.

You have to find this out
to tell your bosses, haven't you, Indy?

That's okay, I understand.

Everybody has a job to do.

Well, let me do you a favor.

Don't tell them the Bolsheviks are
making their move now,

because they aren't.

Well, you would say...

First thing is that we are not going
to the Putilov steel works.

We are going to a steel works,
but not that one. That doesn't matter.

But I'm going to tell you something
that does.

Indy, where do you think Lenin is?

As of last night, he was at Bolshevik
headquarters where...

He is on his way to Finland.

- Finland?
- The man is exhausted.

He's worn out. He's gone to recuperate.

Now, ask yourself this.

Have you ever heard
of a revolution starting

when the leader was on holiday?

That is not the only reason

why the Bolsheviks are not
making the move now.

It's much more basic than that.

Russia isn't ready.

Lenin knows we could take
Saint Petersburg right now.

And hold it for about a week, not more,
before we got thrown out.

The simple fact is
that not enough people support us yet.

Not enough soldiers,
not enough workers,

not enough peasants.
We'd be wiped out.

In few months time,
we'll have persuaded them,

but not yet.

Anyway, if you go and tell your bosses

that the Bolshevik Revolution
is coming any time soon,

you'll end up with egg on your face,
I promise.

Believe me, Indy, this is not the time.

Friendship isn't easy, either,

is it, Indy?

Gentlemen, I need results now.

It's not just the Russian government,

but my superiors in Paris.

They're demanding a report today.
Your assessments.

- Sir...
- I believe the Bolshevik uprising

will begin in the next 24 hours,
Ambassador.

Really? What's your proof,
Captain Brossard?

Proof one, sir.

The latest offensive
against the Germans is failing,

and more and more soldiers
are deserting from the front.

- What does that mean?
- Proof two.

Regiments stationed
in Saint Petersburg itself

are refusing to go to the front

and are thus available
for insurrection here.

The most dangerous are
the Machine Gun Regiment

and the Kronstadt sailors.

- However, if you take...
- Proof three.

In the next 48 hours,

there are more rallies
and protest meetings scheduled

than at any time since the Czar fell.

I believe they will culminate
in a march on the Tauride Palace,

probably on the evening of the fifth.

Cogent reasoning, Brossard.

Henri, what is your view?

Well, if the Bolsheviks storm
the palace now,

there'll be precious little to stop them.

Except for the fact that the timing
is entirely wrong.

Wrong, Captain Defense? Why wrong?

Because the Bolsheviks
don't have the support in the country

or the army yet.

They know that they could capture
Saint Petersburg,

but they also know
that they couldn't hold it.

Yes. There is a lot of truth in that,
Ambassador.

The Bolsheviks are dangerous,
but they are also cautious.

Furthermore, I've been among
the Bolshevik activists,

those who'd know if anything's
going on, and they know nothing.

It's Bolshevik practice
to keep ordinary members in the dark.

Everything Lenin said
has been firing them up to...

Brossard may be totally wrong
in most of his analysis,

but he is right to mention Lenin.

If you want to know what's going on
in this revolution, follow Lenin.

Well, naturally. We do follow Lenin.

We have agents whose sole task that is.

Then if you check with them,
Ambassador,

I think you'll find that as of last night
he's on holiday in Finland,

hardly the right place
from which to mount

a coup d'�tat on Saint Petersburg.

Monsieur Laurentine,
do we have those reports?

They just arrived, sir.
Captain Defense is quite correct.

Lenin crossed the Finnish border
this morning,

and he's reported to be suffering
from extreme nervous exhaustion.

Really? Well done, Defense.

Good intelligence work.
You may have a future out in the field.

Interesting thinking, Brossard,

but perhaps you let your enthusiasm
run away with you.

Thank you, gentlemen.
I'll study the documents.

But I'm pleased to say it looks as though
the second Russian revolution

is not upon us yet.

Good day.

Okay, I think that's it for today.

I'm telling you, I'm glad I'm not going
to be doing this for much longer.

You're a good desk man, Brossard,
but I need to be out in the real world.

Is that so, Captain?

You see, I like doing things,

not reading about them.

And, well, I believe it's going to pay off.

I'll think of you slaving away down here

while I'm out tracking the enemy
through the streets of some exotic city.

Good. It's nice to know
someone cares about you.

Captain Defense, Captain Brossard,

report at once to the crisis room
above the Ambassador's office.

Crisis room?
I didn't even know we had a...

We just opened one. The Bolshevik
uprising began an hour ago.

Out of your file room, Captain?
Not for long, I fear.

I'd like you to man one of the phones
right here, Defense.

Brossard, over here with me.

The Machine Gun Regiment
has taken over

the Finland Station, Ambassador.

They're going around all the army units
stationed in the city,

urging them to join them
in overthrowing the government.

Mark it on the map, man.
Mark it on the map.

I want to see what is going on.

At the corner of where?

Spelinaya...

Nevsky...

...Prospekt.

There are Bolshevik armored cars

at the corner of Spelinaya Street
and Nevsky Prospekt.

There are Bolshevik armored cars
at all the major intersections, Captain.

Thank you.

I think your phone is ringing again.

They have blocked all the bridges
over the Neva, sir.

Lenin has returned from Finland.

Putilov steel works, right.

He's gone straight to
Bolshevik headquarters

and is addressing a massive crowd.

The Kronstadt sailors are heading
for the capital, Ambassador,

10,000 of them.

Trotsky is addressing a giant crowd
outside the Tauride Palace.

Persuading them
to march on the capital, right.

Right. Any names?

Sergei...

Alev.

France will never recognize
a Russia run by the Soviets.

Liars!

Lenin's speech to the Kronstadt sailors
has just come in.

And I know what it says.
"All power to the Soviets.

"Forward to the Tauride Palace."

Well, not exactly, sir.

"Comrades, you must excuse me,
I've been ill.

"In spite of temporary difficulties,
I am certain we will be victorious,

"though this demands from us

"restraint, determination
and constant alertness."

Not exactly fighting talk.

And we also know now

what Trotsky was telling the crowd
at the Tauride Palace.

- Which was?
- "Go home."

Go home?

"The time is not right for insurrection.

"Disperse until you're called on."

Good Lord!
Perhaps Lenin really was on holiday.

Perhaps it wasn't a ruse.

Are people listening
to these instructions?

- It just arrived...
- No, sir.

Bolshevik leaders are trying
to restrain the people.

But nobody's taking any notice.

I'm beginning to like this.
There's a smell of disaster about it.

The Cossacks are out, sir. They've
decided to back the government.

There are snipers on the rooftops
firing on the marchers.

That, Captain, is the sort of news
I like to hear.

You know what's happened, don't you?

Our revolutionary friend, Lenin,
has overexcited the people.

They've listened to
one speech too many

and taken the initiative themselves.

By tomorrow morning,

the streets of Saint Petersburg
will be running with blood.

And all of it red.

Who wants to go on fighting this war?

Who wants a pack of fat bourgeois
running this country?

So let's go and throw them out,
every last one of them!

Let's go!

Yeah!

Let's go.

- Irena.
- Indy, what are you doing here?

Trying to stop you from getting killed.
Don't go.

We're not pulling out now.

I've come here to tell you that if you
march on to the Tauride Palace now,

you'll go down in a hail of bullets.
They're ready for you.

Lies!

You may have lied to me, Sergei,
but I'm not lying to you.

We lied to you, comrade spy,
because you crossed the line.

You tried to take advantage
of our friendship.

Okay, but that's not the point anymore.

The point is that I know
your revolution is going to fail.

Come on.
How can you know something like that?

Because not even Lenin is backing it.

As of this moment,
all the top Bolsheviks are out

trying to hold the people back,
make them go home.

Maybe the men at the top are scared,

maybe they're too frightened to grab
the power while they've got the chance,

but we're not.

- What about the Cossacks?
- What about the Cossacks?

The Cossacks have come out
in favor of the government.

There are snipers on the rooftops
all along the main road.

How would we know
you're telling the truth?

Because I'm your friend.

Indy, you work for a government
that wants the revolution to fail.

And we have thousands of people here

who'll tip the balance
between success and failure.

You think we're going to hold them back
on your word?

Yes, on my word as your friend.

Look, don't you see
that I'm trying to help you?

Don't do this.

Indy, I'm sorry.
But you're asking too much.

Hello? Anybody there?

Oh. Indy?

I didn't think there was anybody here.

I just came around
because I found some meat.

I was going to cook a stew and surprise
everybody when they came back.

Save yourself the trouble, Rosa.
They're not coming back.

Not coming? What do you mean?

I mean, that as we speak,
they're leading a pointless march

of thousands of people right into
an ambush by a regiment of Cossacks.

We've got to warn them.

- I already did. They didn't believe me.
- Do you blame them?

- So what are you going to do?
- Do?

There's nothing I can do.

I offered them what I had,
they said, "No, thanks."

Well, they're my friends,
and I'm not going to let that happen.

Hey, Rosa, wait for me!

- What?
- Look, up there on the rooftops.

Machine guns.

They'll cut them to pieces.

Sergei! Irena! Stop!

They're waiting for you! Sergei! Stop!

Sergei, stop! Stop!

Don't die. Look, Rosa's here.

She will heal you. Sergei, come back.

Sergei! Oh, God! Sergei!

Come back. Don't die.

So long, old friend.

Irena...

I always...

No. No!

Oh, God.