All language subtitles for Knight.Without.Armour.1937.HDTV.1080p.AC3.x264.eng

[clock tolling]

The terrible Vladinoffs.

They may have a tip.

You know, he used to run
horses in Russia before he

became minister of interior.

Hello, Alexandra.

Hello.

What are you backing?

I suppose one
really ought to put

something in the king's horse.

How loyal.

In Russia, do you always
back the tsar's horse?

No.

In Russia, I genuinely
back my father's horse.

I do at least know
they are trying.

Oh, then you know more
about them than I do, my dear.

That's not very
difficult, Father.

There's the king's horse.

There's the king's horse.

There he goes.

Hello, Fothergill.

How did you find--

Hello.

Yes, my final visit to England.

I'll I've left on
the king's horse.

How much?

Five up.

Good luck.

Good luck.

I see you've been
press correspondent

in Russia, five years.

Yes.

Going back to the same job?

No.

This time, I'm translating
English novels for a publisher.

Have no difficulty
with the language, eh?

No, very little in speaking,
and not much in writing.

When do you leave?

Tomorrow night, train across.

Thank you.

[train whistling]

Goodbye, Alexandra.

And thank you for
the lovely flowers.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Your Excellency.

I'm sorry you can't
stay for shooting.

Oh, thanks, but there's plenty
of shooting where I'm going.

Bear?

Wolves?

No, everything,
even ministers.

Take a seat, please.

Excuse me, sir.

Goodbye.

Dinner is served.

Dinner is served.

Why is the dining car always
at the other end of the train?

Hold your head up, Countess.

ANNOUNCER: Countess
Olga Vesselro.

Princess Nina Volchonsky.

Is my back all right?

For the tenth time, yes.

Oh, I know I'm going to faint.

ANNOUNCER: Countess
Vera Brastov.

Countess Alexandra Vladinoff.

Daughter of the minister,
betrothed to Colonel Adraxine.

Countess.

We congratulate you.

Colonel Adraxine is
a very lucky man.

What a lovely child.

ANNOUNCER: Anna Sprohoff.

What did His Majesty say?

He congratulate you.

Colonel Adraxine is
a very lucky man.

And so I am.

And Alexandra is a very lucky
girl, aren't you, darling?

Why, of course she is.

Of course I am.

[music playing]

I hope it will be a success.

Of course it will be.

He is the greatest
fool in the guards

and she is the
cleverest girl at court.

Mr. Fothergill.

Oh.

Some more tea.

Hello, Fothergill.

Hello, Stanfield.

You are in a hurry.

Yes, I have to
go to the police.

The police?

Well, are you lunching
at the London Tavern?

I hope so.
Sorry, I'm late.

Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Tyevsky's Route, 14.

Anyway, you admit
you write this article?

Of course.

It's an attack on the
imperial government.

Not an attack,
merely an account

of the system of government.

In your opinion.

If you were Russian,
it would mean Siberia.

Your permit to remain
in Russia is canceled.

But my whole future's
bound up in Russia.

You have 48 hours to get out.

Look, here, see,
you don't realize.

I've worked here for years.

I love Russia.

I tried to make it easy
to understand that--

the Russian outlook--

I'm sorry, but I have 23
appointments before lunch.

I'm sorry, but I
cleared out in 48 hours.

48 hours, two days.

There it is, six years hard
work completely chucked away.

There are other jobs.

Not in Russian.

Certainly.

But the police
have chucked me out.

Not if you do the right job.

Well, what, for instance?

The British Secret Service.

Be a spy?

Why not?

You're not afraid of the word.

You'd be serving your country.

You wouldn't have
to give anyone away.

All we want is information.

Information of what?

The revolutionary movement.

Now, my job is to
recruit young Englishman

like yourself, who
can speak Russian well

enough to pass as Russians.

Go on.

What's the catch?

Well, if you're
caught, your number's up.

But I-- I could claim
British nationality.

Wouldn't I?

No, you couldn't do that.

If you did tell the
truth, British authorities

would politely disclaim
all knowledge of it.

It is a case of heads
they win, tails I lose.

Bit one-sided, isn't it?

Well, it's the
chance we all take.

And the pay's rather good.

Does it interest you?

No, I don't think so.

Oh, cream, please.

Yes, sir.

Well, think it over.

How do you do, Fothergill?

Good morning.

Pleased to see you.

Come along.

I'll introduce you to
our general manager.

Oh, thanks.

Well, aren't you a bit surprised
to see me this morning?

Well, takes a good deal
to surprise me, you know.

This way.

But surely the police
will be there to see

off the premises, won't they?

Naturally.

At the evening, a man
carrying your passport

will leave Russia.

You collect his luggage at the
station and board the night

express for Germany.

That's the fellow
you've got to look like.

Peter Ouronov.

Who's Peter Ouronov?

You are.

That's your name for the future.

You'd better memorize it.

And what's Peter
Ouronov's first job?

To join the
revolutionary movement.

There's a man named Axelstein.

He runs a bookshop.

I've got the
pamphlets from Zorin,

but I think the distribution
will be difficult.

Do you think you can manage?

I'll do my best.

Ah, it's lovely.

Beautiful.

Yes, that's the 1840 edition.

Have you seen Maronin today?

No, he ought to have
been here half an hour ago.

Hope nothing's
happened to him.

Such a hot head.

Mm.

[bell ringing]

What about this one?

Ha-ha-ha, yes,
that's very good.

Maronin?

Do you know what happened?

For the third time this
month, 20 students arrested.

20?

Yes, 20.

Five of them gassed.

You know what that means?

Exiles in the north
and their work stopped.

Sounds dreadful.

Yes, dreadful.

What do we do?
Nothing.

Now, now, now--

Does anyone ever do anything?

We just talk and talk and talk.

Quiet, you young fool.

If you want to talk--

I have taken the
liberty of telling

Your Excellency's coachman
to go by the Nietshoc Bridge.

But that's a long way around.

I have to meet my daughter,
and it's already--

3: - 15, Your Excellency.

Pardon, Excellency.

Prudence, Your
Excellency, is essential--

That your show of
police around with him

insights the terrorists.

But I am personally
responsible to His Majesty

for Your Excellency's life.

If I could--

Let's go.

[bell ringing]

Do you like it, Father?

Are you happy, dear?

Really happy?

Of course, dear.

God bless you, my darling.

I'll be ready
in a few minutes.

Can I come home with you?

No, not in my carriage.

I couldn't risk it.

Not as things are just now.

[men singing]

Hello, darling.

It's all too vague.

There's no proper plan.

Anyway, we haven't got the
package through Norway yet.

I have enough night
left for two oranges.

We need four.

WOMAN: Maronin is
quite sure of himself.

Oh, his impatience
will ruin everything.

Maronin's an
impulsive meddler.

What's more, he's always
late, half past nine.

Here he comes.

At last.

You're late.

I'm sorry, I had a client.

May I?

Yes, go ahead.

Sorry.

A client, a police officer.

I couldn't get rid of him.

We're all agreed that the
business must be postponed.

No, I agree with Maronin.

MAN: There's no time to
work out a proper plan.

Oh, all I need to know
is the route and the time.

The wedding procession is
across the bridge at 5:15.

The second carriage
is Vladinoff's.

[explosion]

[screaming]

How the devil did
they get in here?

Look at this place.

Call the ambulance.

Right, sir.

Warn the horsemen.

You, phone the minister.

Yes, sir.

Are you all right?

Is my father hurt?

His Excellency is safe.

He is not wounded?

Not a scratch, Countess.

Thank God.

Father?

Father?

It's all right.

It's all right.

You get in the next carriage.

[knocking]

Come in.

Come in.

Alexis?

What's-- what's the matter?

What is it?

What's-- what's happened?

Nothing.

It's all right.

Come over here.

Whatever happened?

They got me.

He fired as I ran.

Just shot right
through the buff.

The--

Do you mind if I stay
here a little while?

No, no, of course not.

There may be danger to you.

Danger?

Don't be a fool.

I'm sorry to be
such a bother to you.

GUARD: Go on, forward.

MAN: Are you a
political prisoner?

FOTHERGILL: Yes, but I'm
no better off than now.

MAN: Tell me, how
far is to Siberia?

FOTHERGILL: Take us
at least six weeks.

ADRAXINE: Something ought be
done about these dining cars.

Lunch wasn't good, but their
dinner was simply uneatable.

As a soldier, I'm
accustomed to privations,

but the caviar was
filthy and the champagne

is certainly not 1906.

Now what the devil's happened?

- The train stopped, sir.
- I know that, you fool.

What for?
- I'll go and see, sir.

Colonel Adraxine?

Yes?

Urgent dispatch, Colonel.

Bad news?

Splendid news.

General mobilization.

You know what that means?

War.

War.

At last.

Prisoners from [inaudible],
get ready to leave.

Hoflosev.

Yeah.

Bernstein.

Yes.

Nevski.

Yes.

Osipenko.

Osipenko.

He's there.

He's a fever.
- Never mind.

Come on, help him up.

Come on, get up.

Come on.

There's a doctor
where you're going.

All right.

Rinkoff.

Yeah.

Payden.

- Yeah.
- Chiskim.

Yeah.

Go up.

Give me four packages--

You can only have two.

How's that?

It's the most we're
allowed to sell prisoners.

It will have to do then.

Give me two.

Sugar?

Over there.

Excuse me, Captain,
are we to remain here?

What's your name?

Ouronov.

Axelstein.

Axelstein?

No, you're to go to Roskovensky.

Roskovensky,
never heard of it.

I have.

Here?

No.

East of that.

About here?

Somewhere there.

It's over 1,000
berths north of here.

The world's end.

Yes, the world's end.

We're leaving
in a few minutes.

Get ready.

This has just come.

Spreads like fire, doesn't it?

Yes, looks as though
all the European countries

will soon be involved.

Sir?

The sled is here?

[inaudible]

The sled's here.

We can start out.

Would you mind telling
us the latest news?

We've heard nothing
for several weeks.

You knew Russia was
at war, didn't you?

No, we didn't.

With what country?

Germany, France, England,
Austria, they're all it.

Not England?

CAPTAIN: Yes, England.

Looks as if the whole
world's coming in.

England.

Well, war's one
thing you won't to have

to worry about Roskovensky.

War.

That's what we had
been waiting for.

Come on, come on.

Last in, come on, get in.

Ouronov, what's the time?

Was does that matter?

Night for six months,
and a blasted cold hell

for two years.

It's 11:33 in the morning,
if you;re really interested.

Nights, nights, nights.

Night, always nights.

Never-ending night.

Nothing but night
over all the earth.

The sun must be dead.

Everything must be dead.

We are the last things alive.

Sorry, Axelstein.

I have to be melodramatic
once in awhile.

Calendar finished yet?

I can't be quite
sure whether it's

March the 15th or the 16th.

Oh, well, I suppose it
makes little difference.

Well, at least we do
know that it is 1916.

Two years in this frozen hell
while the rest of the world

turns upside down
and inside out.

And no tobacco.

I've been working
out a theory, Ouronov.

The Imperial Army is
sure to be defeated.

Perhaps, even now,
the war's over.

Russia's fate is in the
hands of her own people.

There's bound to
be a revolution.

Ah, and listen to this.

[inaudible] work [inaudible]
and peasants, the last hour

of the struggle is here.

With a fist of
arms, we must wipe

out the bourgeois
and aristocrats

from the face of the earth.

Death or victory, now or never.

Comrades, comrades, on behalf
of the Soviets of Klintsy,

I ask you to honor
us, Comrade Axelstein,

by accepting the
position of chairman

of the Soviets of our town.

[cheering]

[inaudible] all skilled work
will have to join the Red Army.

Fall in.

Next.

Have you any papers?

Come with me.

Just a minute.

It's Comrade Axelstein.

I'll take it.

Oh, thank you.

This is my dear
comrade and friend,

Peter Ouronov, the man who was
sentenced with me to exile.

[cheering]

You can't go home now.

They've made me
commissar of Klintsy.

And you are my assistant.

[bell ringing]

Olga.

[bell ringing]

Paola?

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth?

Ivan?

Ivan?

[knocking]

Martha?

Martha [inaudible].

What are you waiting for?

Come on.

What's the with you?

She's only a woman.

[laughter]

I wasn't trying to get away.

I was-- I was born here.

Born here, were you?

Well, now you can die here.

See to it.

The next one.

Give me shirt.

[gunshots]

Is she in there?

Yes.

Can we have a look at her?

No.

My orders are to wait until
Comrade Axelstein arrives.

[gunshots]

Take it away.

See that you carry them out.

And what is more, all
this senseless destruction

has got to stop.

Don't you understand?

You're destroying the
property of the people.

All right, all right.

The point is what are we
going to do with the woman.

I say shoot her and
be done with it.

No.

Why not?

Here is an order requiring us
to send her to Petrograd for--

Waste of time.

We've got the rifles,
we've got the wall,

and we've got the woman.

And we've got the order.

Here, whose side are you on?

On the side of
revolutionary discipline.

Revolutionary fiddlesticks.

How much has she promised
you to let her go?

Be careful, Tomsky,
or I shall report

you to the central committee.

Report me?

You'll hear some reports before
the night's out, I promise you.

There's Going to be trouble
here unless we get her away.

Yes, and not
much time to lose.

Well, it's up to you.

You start at once.

You can reach
Saratuse before dawn,

take the train to Petrograd.

Get up, please.

Get up.

Who are you?

I'm the assistant commissar.

I'm ready.

Wait.

Am I not to be shot?

No.

But I want to be shot.

I hate you all.

I despise you.

You're red vermin.

Long live Russia.

Long live the tsar.

What must I say to
make you kill me?

I have to take
you to Petrograd.

Why?

By order of the government.

Then in Petrograd?

That I don't know.

But they'll kill
me in Petrograd.

Why not here?

I have my orders.

And I must obey them.

I'm sorry.

And it's better that
you should obey them.

Why?

Well, it's better.

Let's go then.

You can't go like that.

Do you want them to
tear you to pieces?

I'll try and find
you something that

will make you less conspicuous.

[laughter]

Parator Station as
quick as you can,

and don't step for anything.

Come along.

We'd better hurry.

Quick.

Stop the horses.

Stop those horses.

Your orders?

Axelstein, Axelstein.

[gunshots]

It's cold.

Will you put this around you?

Already dawn.

Wait.

Station master?

Station master?

Good morning, comrade.

You are the station
master, I suppose?

I am the station master.

When do you expect the
next train to Petrograd?

Train number 617 to
Petrograd at 2:20 PM.

Will it be on time?

The 2:20 is always on time.

Go back to Klintsy and
report to Comrade Axelstein

that I took the first
train from Saratuse.

I was to go with you, comrade.

You go back to Klintsy
and report as ordered.

I go back to Klintsy,
comrade, and report as ordered.

You know you've nothing
to fear from me, don't you?

I know, commissar.

Where are the guards?

I sent them back to Klintsy.

Were those your orders?

No.

Thank you.

Why did you send them back?

Didn't like the look of them.

Were you afraid of them?

Afraid for me?

Now that you're
alone, aren't you

afraid that I'd try to escape?

Where could you go?

Yes, you're right.

Where could I go?

Go back to Klintsy.

Comrade Commissar.

He wants the woman to himself.

There's plenty of money.

Did you not see it?

I did.

Go back to Klintsy, aye?

Yes.

Afterwards.

And report that he joined
the train at Saratuse, aye?

You've got it.

Thank you.

What's your name, Commissar?

My name's Peter Ouronov.

Peter Ouronov?

Mhm.

Where are you from?

Oh, you wouldn't
know the place.

Oh, sorry.

Is it far away?

Very far away.

Do you know my name?

Your name is Alexandra.

Were you living in Petrograd?

Well, I was, but I knew
it from the-- my orders.

Oh, yes, your orders.

STATION MASTER: Take
your seats, please,

Kazan, Moscow, Petrograd.

Take your seats,
please, Kazan, Moscow--

What does he say?
The train?

I didn't hear anything, did you?

Hey, just a minute.

I-- wait, please,
I'll go and see.

STATION MASTER: Take
your seats, please,

Kazan, Moscow, Petrograd.

Take your seats please,
Kazan, Moscow, Petrograd.

Take your seats, please,
Kazan, Moscow, Petrograd.

Take your seats please,
Kazan, Moscow, Petrograd.

Where is train?

Take your seats, please,
Kazan, Moscow, Petrograd.

But I don't see the train.

Shh.

The train's that are
seen are being blown up.

[whistling]

Is the train coming?

No, it was a mistake.

I'm afraid we're in
for rather a long way.

I think you'd better
try and get some sleep.

It's not very comfortable,
but I don't know when

you'll get another opportunity.

You're very tired, you know.

Please try and sleep.

Thank you.

[knocking]

Why don't you try
and get some sleep?

No, I-- I think I'd
better stay awake.

Where are you, Commissar?

I'm here.

Why is it all so quiet?

At stations, one always hears
whistles, signals, bells.

Well, the bells
are out of order.

Try to sleep.

I can't sleep.

I've been trying to pray.

You don't play, of
course, Commissar.

Sometimes.

When I was having
long sleepless nights,

I used to try to repeat
verses to myself.

You had sleepless nights?

Siberia.

What verses?

Oh, Shakespeare,
Browning, Shelley.

ALEXANDRA: But they
are English poets.

Have you been a
student in Petrograd?

No.

At Oxford.

But it was very seldom
that Russian students

went to Oxford.

My father wanted
me to go to Oxford.

I see.

Say some of your verses.

Browning.

Browning?

"You must not fear
death, fear death

to fell the fog in my
throat, the mist in my face."

Oh, I'm afraid
I'd be boring you.

Go on.

Well, just the end.

I admire it.

"For sudden the worst turns
the best to the brave.

The black minutes at end.

And the elements rage, the fiend
voices that rave shall dwindle,

shall blend, shall
change, shall become

first a piece out of pain,
then a light, then thy breast.

Oh, thou soul of my soul,
I shall clasp thee again.

And with God be the rest."

Do you like it?

It's optimistic,
like the English.

Listen to a Russian poem.

It is hopeless and
pessimistic, like we Russians.

"I have grown weary
of my little dreams.

I have outlived the
hour of my desire.

Alone with tortured
empty heart I will be,

beside the ashes of
their dead gray fire.

The lasting wind of destiny
has blown the roses of my glory

with its breath."

Go on, don't stop.

"And listen for the
shambling feet of death."

Louder, louder.

"Since solitude has made
winter in my heart, now,

like the last frayed
lonely leaf am I."

You know how to use it.

Go on.

ALEXANDRA: "It weighs upon the
storm, right forest bound--

[gunshot]

Why did I do that?

It was in self-defense.

You saved my life, and
probably your own as well.

STATION MASTER:
Train number 617.

Train number 617.

Train number 617.

Do you feel strong enough?

I'm all right to wait
outside for the train.

I'm afraid there
are no trains.

No train?

What are all these
people hurrying for?

Take your seats, please.

Kazan, Moscow, Petrograd.

Take your seats, please.

Kazan, Moscow, Petrograd.

Take your seats, please,
Kazan, Moscow, Petrograd.

Take-- wake up, wake
up, take your seat.

Take your seats, please.

Take your seats.

Take your seats, please.

Kazan, Moscow, Petrograd,
take your seats, please.

Take your seats.

Kazan, Moscow, Petrograd.

Just a moment.

Just a moment.
- No, leave me lone.

I'm not going to hurt you.

All I want to know is
where you're going.

- The forest.
- The forest?

Why?

To hide?

Hm?

Come on, you can tell me.

Russian soldiers, they was
headed to us, the other army.

With?

The whites?

Come on, you can tell me.

I'm not going to hurt you.

All I want to know is which,
the reds or the whites.

The whites.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Cossacks.

All right.

Go on.

Did you hear that?

Seems as if whites
have retaken Saratuse.

I heard.

Well, it's about
a mile from here.

Can you manage it?
- Yes.

Come on then.

Cossacks.

It is the White Army.

Yes, it's the White Army.

Just go to the outpost.

You better shout out
as you get near in case

they try to shoot you.

Ask at once for an officer.

Tell him who you
are and tell him

to take you to the Commandant.

Say that you've escaped
from a Red Commissar who

was taking you to Petrograd.

Ask for his help and try to
get at once to the south.

Goodbye.

And you?

Oh, no, I'll be all right.

Safe journey to you.

Would you allow
me to thank you?

No, no, no.

Goodbye.

Ouronov?

Yes?

Goodbye.

FOTHERGILL: Goodbye.

[music playing]

Outpost number four.

All right, pass.

[laughter]

Next?

Anton Pakrovsky.

Red town commissar.

Anything to say?

I am a peaceful citizen.

I was made commissar
against my will.

Take him out.

But, Captain, I am
innocent, I swear it.

I am innocent, Captain.

[laughter]

You don't understand, Captain.

Next.

Viva Lupien.

Corporal Tamaneff of outpost
four reporting a prisoner.

What's she been doing?

Came to the outpost and wanted
to see the commanding officer.

Your name?

I'm the Countess Adraxine.

I want to see the
commanding officer.

And what business
had you at the outpost?

I want to see the
commanding officer.

Answer my question.

Are you the
commanding officer?

Answer my question or
you'll be sorry for it.

General.

Alexandra [inaudible].

Hello, [inaudible].

My dear Alexandra.

But what in heaven's
name is all this?

I very stubbornly insisted on
seeing the commanding officer.

And the captain,
very rightly, wanted

to know what I was doing here.

Come with me, Sasha.

We'll look after you.

Why, in a week, we
shall retake Klintsy.

Yes, you will be back
in your own home again.

And could I
possibly have a bath?

Yes, certainly.

Karevsky?

Coming, Excellency.

Here, Excellency.

The best room you have for
the countess, and a bath.

Well, I can manage the
bath, Your Excellency, but--

There's no but.

Well, Excellency,
there's no soap.

Lieutenant Gregorin?

Yes, sir?

A cake of soap
for the countess.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, General.

I'm sorry to give
you so much trouble.

Oh, it's no trouble at all.

And I hope you'll
preside at our dinner.

I would love to.

But I can't appear like this.

Hm, certainly do
something about it.

What about this one?

That's getting better.

And aren't they wanting
you in the house?

MAID: Yes, them want.

I think there's
somebody at the door.

Dresses for the countess.

Good gracious.

I hope you brought enough.

Well, she can't dine
with us without a frock.

No, more's the pity.

You don't know what
you're missing.

[knocking]

Your dresses have come.

I think there are
about 50 of them.

Will you please go and
lay them out on the bed?

[music playing]

Gentlemen.

Go on.

Please, don't stop.

Will you have a glass
of champagne, Countess?

[men singing]

You all right, Sasha?

Yes.

But I can't believe
that I'm really

here in safety, with friends,
and to hear music again.

Yes, it's all over, Sasha.

Cheer up.

Now, Countess,
what are your plans?

To leave Russia.

Leave Russia?

Why, in another month,
we shall be in Petrograd.

Well, of course.

You are coming home with us.

Shall we dine?

[gunshots]

What was that?

No cause for anxiety, Sasha.

What was it?

GENERAL: Just a
matter of routine.

They weren't killing
the Red prisoners?

GENERAL: They were
executing some commissars

and a few other Red bandits.

Where are you going?

Well, I have lost my company.

I have been on patrol duty.

Fall in with us.

We storm Saratuse in an hour.

[gunshots]

Get up.

The Reds are here.

Get up, you fool.

The Reds are here.

Get in the cellar, down there.

Lukovsky.

Here, at your
service, comrade.

This vodka is filthy stuff.

You can do better than this.

Well, I have some special
bottles in the cellar,

but there's not
enough for everybody.

Everybody?

But I'm not everybody.

Bring 'em up.

At once, comrade.

[gunshots]

Nikolai Rakof.

The former of the
White murderers.

Ah.

Responsible for the
death of 43 comrades.

I tried to save all I could.

I can bring witnesses.

Take him away.

Don't.
Don't.

Next.

Fellow comrade, without
me, they can decide nothing.

Who?

The commissars.

And what's more,
they're all cowards.

Good health.

Good health to the delegates.

This is my round.

Welcome, comrade.

Come on.

Treating us all.

- Oh, no, no thanks.
- Come on.

Drink it up.

Come on, have a drink.

Have a drink.

Why worry?

Forget it.

Drink.

That's better.

Shall I tell you a great secret?

Mhm.

Soldiers are soldiers.

White or Red, there's
no difference.

They can order you about,
but what can they do?

Shoot, kill, destroy,
but-- but I organize.

Can you organize, comrade?

Yeah.

The reorganization
of the economic life

on the basis of the
ex-appropriation

of the means of production.

Bravo.

Did you understand that?

Yeah.

You did?

Do you want to reorganize
the boot factory?

I'll make you commissar for
reorganizing the boot factory.

No, no.

No?

Theater?

No?

Electricity?

That's very important.

We're going to electrify
the whole country.

Prisons?

No?

Hotels?

What did you say
about prisons, comrade?

We'll reorganize everything.

There it is.

With my signature
on that commission,

you'd be in charge
of the prisons.

Good health to the comrades.

Bravo, bravo.

Reorganize everything.

Every real thing.

You organize everything, huh?

What's become of
this Countess Adraxine?

She's in the prison.

Take two men and
bring her here.

[men singing]

Hello, comrade.

What about a little
vodka before we go home?

No, brother, we've had enough.

Drink it yourself.

Very sorry, comrade.

The woman prisoner's
already been released.

What?
What on earth?

The commissar
went to the prison.

What?

Stop that brawl over there.
Commissar?

Yes, with a special order.

The devil he did.

What fools we've been.

We must get 'em
both, man and woman.

Call a search party.

Send a hundred men.
- A hundred men?

A hundred men.

Don't sit down there
waiting, go on.

Come on.

Can we rest here?

Yes.

Are we safe here?

I hope so.

There must be brook
here somewhere.

The Gulburch Brook.

You know this forest?

Belongs to me.

It belonged to me.

We mustn't rest
here any longer.

I'm on the run now
as well as you.

Shall we go?

Not just yet.

Why?

I'm afraid the searcher's
are coming in the forest.

What do you want me to do?

[whistling]

There's someone in the woods.

Not far from here.

[whistling]

Think we'll be safe here.

You'll keep your
nerve now, won't you?

Yes.

Swear you'll kill me
before you let them get me.

Shh.

Swear it.

My word, I swear it.

[whistling]

Get in there.

They're coming through.

It's our only chance.

Keep still.

Don't move.

Don't say a word.

Found anything yet?

- Who are you?
- Huh?

You're not our company.

No.

- What company are you?
- What?

Third.

What the dickens
are you doing here?

This is our beat.

Oh, it's the devil's
own job, comrade.

I-- I'm no forester,
and I lost my way

because I lost my whistle.

You're not going
to drink alone?

No, only an ox drinks alone.

How can I answer?

I've lost my whistle.

You let me drink, and
I'll whistle, will you?

Let's sit here and finish this.

No, no, no, we can
finish that as we go along.

Come on, they'll be
looking for us, comrade.

Oh, it's a dog's
life, comrade.

Where are you going?

They're over there.

No, they're not.

They're there.

We heard them.

Is he with that outfit?

No, no, I'm with the others.

Oh, he's all right.

We can go along together.

Is the flask empty?

Not quite.

Hello?

Hello?

Don't be afraid.

Tell me where you are.

Here I am.

Were you thinking that I
wouldn't come back for you?

When did you fall
in love with me?

First time I saw you.

Get up, I said.

Get up.

You turned, and I was lost.

[gunshots]

Listen.

Good news.

What is it?

Heavy guns.

It means they're fighting again.

They'll give up the search.

And, in a few days, we'll
be able to leave the forest.

Don't you like my forest?

I adore it.

Hello, comrade.

Any luck?

The skies opened and
manna fell from heaven.

You ready?

Catch.

Did you call
this outfit manna?

Well, I thought
we'd better look

like refugees than soldiers.

Keep still just a minute.

There.

[laughter]

Come here.

I wanted to see myself.

Careful.

Where did you pick them up?

Pick them up?

If you'd heard me bargaining for
them, and for the other things.

Did you bring some food too?

Did I bring some food?

I don't believe it.

Lobster.

Yes.

Jam.

And?

Brandy.

There's enough there to
last us for days and days.

I think that old boy
must be the champion

looter of the revolution.

And all he wanted
was your wristwatch?

Well, what's the
use of a wristwatch

in a country where trains
are apt to be a week late?

Oh, yes, train.

We have to find the train.

And we can.

The old boy told me, we're
not very far from the line

to Kazan.

We must go down into the plain.

How far is it to
the nearest station?

The nearest station?

10,000 people waiting for
the train at every station.

Just wait here.

You'll see.

We'll stop them.

[train whistling]

Get out of the way.

Get off the track.

[train whistling]

Get out.
Stop.

The train is full.

Get out.

There's no room in here.

Get out.

Please, please, my
sister can't walk anymore.

Let go of me and get off.

Come on.

Where there's so many,
there's room for two more.

Come on.

Very nice.

Would you like them, comrade?

Oh.

Do you like me, comrade?

[train whistling]

Nobody can leave the
station without a pass

from the commissar.

All right.

Show your hands.

Pass.

Inside.

Pass.

Pass.

Show your hands.

Inside.

Inside.

They allowed you to go.

Go, go, please.

- Name?
- Fredo Moromo.

From?

Moscow.

Where are you going?

Astrakand.

What for?

To be with my family.

What was your job in Moscow?

I was a clerk in
an insurance office.

Every word a lie.

You are Conola, managing
director of the Pudalafski

Works in Petrograd.

You financed the White bandits.

You conspired
against the Republic

of Workers and Peasants.

You're a fugitive from
the justice of the people,

and you're on your
way to the White Army.

Condemned to be shot.

Next.

Show me your hands.

Why did you send him in?

I didn't, Comrade Pushkov.

He came with the woman.

COMRADE PUSHKOV:
Who is the woman?

My sister.

Step up.

Show me your hands.

These are the hands
of a woman who--

Never worked in her life.

Your occupation?

I was a lady's maid.

Worst sort of counter
revolutionaries.

Like relics, lady's maids.

Your name?

Anton Andrea.

From?

- Tchekerovsky.
- To?

Subhorsk.

What for?

I have a brother there.

My sister needs nursing.

Why?

FOTHERGILL: She was ill.

What illness?

Typhoid, comrade.

Why aren't you in the army?

I was ill.

You, too?

Sensitive family.

3/4 Of the population
of Tchekerovsky

were sick with typhoid.

COMRADE: What's your occupation?

Electrician.

The army needs electricians.

I'll leave my
sister with my brother

and report for
service in the army.

Pass.

Countess.

Good afternoon.

Well rehearsed.

Countess Alexandra
Adraxine, nee Vladinoff,

daughter of the
bloodhound Vladinoff,

fugitive from the
People's Justice.

What is your name?

Maria Andreas.

Don't be ridiculous, Pushkov.

Look.

Yes.

There's a slight resemblance.

Slight?

Slight.

Well, what else do I
need to prove her guilty?

Proofs, witnesses.

What?

Expect a grand duke to turn up?

No, but there's Lieschen.

What about Lieschen?

Lieschen was a gardener
on the Adraxine estate.

I'll fetch him.

Stand back.

Next.

Your name?

Ivan Smirnoff.

Just my type.

[laughter]

Load.

Present.

Fire.

[gunshots]

COMRADE PUSHKOV: Did you
find anything on him?

Yes, comrade.

Sewn in the lining of his coat.

A White conspirator.

Condemned to be shot.

Come here.

Stand here.

Turn your face to him.

Lieschen, look at that woman.

Who is she?

I don't know, comrade.

COMRADE PUSHKOV: Have you
never seen her before?

Never, comrade.

Lieschen, you were a gardener
on the Adraxine estate.

I was.

Do you ever see the countess?

Very often, comrade.

Are you ready to swear that
this woman is not the countess?

In front of the
altar, comrade.

That's all.

Take her to the guard room.

And now what?

Honored guests of
the revolution?

No, I have to report
to the checker in Samara

I'll take them with me.

Waste of time.

We've no right
to shoot this woman

unless we can prove her guilty.

Rubbish.

They'll both be shot.

The train leaves in an hour.

Next.

Next, next.

Pass.

[train whistling]

Blankets?

Blankets.

I'm afraid it was an ordeal
for your sister, I'm sorry,

but we can't be too careful.

Yes, yes, of course.

I think it best that we
make ready for the night

straight away.

Oh, let me help you.

Thank you.

You must be tired out
and ready for sleep.

Yes, I'm tired.

Oh, let me go up there.

It's quite all right.
You go below--

No, but, surely--

I insist.

It's very good of you.

When do we get to Samara?

Tomorrow evening.

Tomorrow evening?

Yes.

Are you all right?

Yes, thank you very much.

I'm afraid you won't find
it very comfortable here.

Feels quite luxurious to us.

We've been traveling for
three days in a cattle truck.

Shall I shade the light?

Yes, thank you.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Where could that
other boot have got to?

Oh, here it is.

Thank you.

Hello?

No more commissar?

No, I didn't hear him go.

Don't worry.

He won't be far away.

What do you think
of the fellow?

He was very polite.

Well, that's
something, anyway.

What's more, he strikes
me as an honest man.

You're right.

That's not going to make
things any easier for us.

[knocking]

Come in.

Oh, tea.

Yes.

I got it from the engine driver.

Thank you.

No, thank you.

I've had some.

Are you sure?

Yes, really.

Well, commissar,
are we going to face

another trial in Samara?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

And when that
happens, perhaps it

might wiser to tell
a more convincing

story about yourselves.

Don't you think we were
speaking the truth then?

Bit of a truth without trust.

You, for instance,
don't trust me.

Obviously not.

At any rate, we
owe you our lives.

Even that was a
matter of hard lying.

You should thank Lieschen.

He's a marvelous liar.

Shouldn't also thank
you, commissar, for telling

him what lie to tell?

Oh, no, no, you mustn't
think of it like that.

My own lie was a very poor
one compared with Lieschen's.

What was your lie?

When I said that
photograph bore only

a slight resemblance to you.

Actually, I thought
it a pretty good one.

You don't think I'm
going to admit it.

No, of course not.

Don't lets admit anything.

I don't really care who you are.

Yet you made every
effort to save my life.

That was because
I like Lieschen.

Did you?

Well, since you
don't care who I am,

there's no reason
why we all shouldn't

be the greatest of friends.

Oh, I hope that perhaps you'd
share some food that I've got.

I'm afraid the
bread's very stale,

but there's a little
cheese to go with it.

Don't you think, if
the commissar is so kind,

we might share our food?

We bought some with us too.

Oh?

Oh, but-- oh, but
this is amazing.

To think that I offered
you my stale bread.

We are very grateful for it.

I haven't had a picnic
like this for years.

There's even enough
for supper tonight.

And this to wash it down.

You don't know Samara?

No.

Our army's just took it from
the very important people,

all kinds of people, who
are all kinds of things

before the revolution.

There are bound to be
many who knew the Countess

Adraxine in person.

And no Lieschens, huh?

The perfect Lieschen is
the rarest of all creatures.

I see.

So you're warning us.

Hardly as much as
that, but I'm wondering

what's going to happen to you.

I mean, none of us know that.

No way.

No, but I thought
you might possibly

have something in mind.

I'm afraid we just do
what we can as a rule.

Don't we?

Me and you.

Just take a chance
if it comes along.

What else can we do?

Have you had luck so far?

Wonderful luck.

And the most wonderful
of all was to meet you.

Do you think so?

Yes, I do think so, even if
tomorrow means the end of us.

As it may do.

Tomorrow may mean
the end of me too.

If it does, will
you remember me?

Forgive me for saying
that your sister.

I understand, Pushkov.

We both understand.

Before we reach Samara
tomorrow, I'd like to--

[crying]

Oh, I-- I most humbly
beg your pardon.

I don't know what you must
think of me behaving like this.

I think this brandy,
I'm not used to it.

I--

No, that's-- that's
quite understandable.

We've all been through
a great strain.

Isn't it good to
stretch your legs again?

How peaceful.

This is just a small
place on the Volga.

If you go down there,
you come to the river

in about 10 minutes.

See some barges tied up
for the bank for the night.

Believe they sometimes
take a passenger

if they have money to pay.

Some of the barge men are
Tartars, grand old fellows.

This is really the most
interesting part of Russia.

Only so few people see
it, it-- excuse me,

I must go and get our order
stamped by the commissar.

You know, I-- I
pity him in a way.

He's such a boy.

Do you realize we've
got to escape now?

It's almost dark.

And there is mist.

We should have a chance, surely.

Yes, I believe you're right.

We should.

How about the boy?

What about him?

He might-- he
might suffer for it.

Yes, that's true.

[gunshot]

What's happened?

Commissar just shot himself.

Deliberately,
through the head.

Oh, dearest, quickly.

There's no time.

What is it?

What is it?

I just realized
that-- that this

is what he wanted us to do.

Come.

[train whistling]

Forgive me, dearest.

We're going too fast for you.

A train.

The train.

What is it, darling?

What is it?

Do you hear the whistle?

Do you hear the whistle?

Shh.

Don't leave me.

We're approaching Astrakand.

As soon as we arrive,
I'll fetch a doctor.

Papers?

None?

Go on.

Everyone on deck.

Medical inspection.

Nobody else on the barge?

Nobody ill?

Come on, speak up.

A woman.

A man has gone for a doctor.

Well, I'm a doctor.

Now, then, children,
don't be frightened.

We won't eat you.

Here.

Take this, it's chocolate.

Stretcher.

Coming, sir.

MAN: Attention.

Anisimov.

Sparisov.

Lewkin.

Arbukov.

Nebralenko.

Ivanovski.

Lomov.

Muspin.

No.

No, no.

No.

No, no, no.

Calenin.

Ouronov.

Ouronov.

Up

Ouronov.

Where is Ouronov?

MAN: Pevich.

Trustav.

[screaming]

Are you ready?

All ready to fire, sir.

[gunshots]

WOMAN: Stop, stop.

Well, the next batch can go.

March them on.

Right, left.

Keep marching.

[crying]

No, no, no.

No.

Get up.

What are you doing?

Get on.

In a few minutes, it
won't hurt you anymore.

Shoot the fool.

Get after him.

[gunshots]

Hey, young fellow,
what are you doing here?

Doctor.

Well?

I just saw him go
somewhere in there, sir.

Hey, you can't go in there.

This is Red Cross Hospital.

There's an operation going on.

Well, I'll wait
till it's over.

I know this is unbelievable.

I have no proof, I've
no papers, nothing.

But you must believe me.

Of course I believe you.

Will you be quiet?

How can I tie up your wound
if you don't stay still?

It's all right,
I'll keep still.

Nurse?

NURSE: Yes, doctor?

Rip up that list.

Yes, sir.

Read out the names of the
women leaving for Bucharest.

Elisabeth Von Samnov Pachova.

Anna Gregorovich.

Maria Ocash.

Sofia Iyevich, Baronet Maria
Nithrop Narozen, Countess

Alexandra Nicolaiva Adraxi--

Adraxine.

You mean she's on that train?

It's too late.

I have to go.

Stay on there, Alexandra.

Alexandra.

Here, here.