All language subtitles for Groznyy.S01E04

THE TERRIBLE

EPISODE FOUR

CLOSE PEOPLE

- Beautiful singing.
- Indeed, sire. Just say a word...

- I’ll send for them, to sing for you here.
- Now is not the time.

I know this canticle.
It’s the Song of Solomon.

I wrote this music myself.
For her...

- What are your orders sire?
- Go. I’ll send for you.

We’ll write this chapter later.

LIVONIA

From the beginning
the Livonian War promised us glory.

Enemy fortresses fell one after another,
Arriving news were all about victories.

But the tides of fortune have turned.

Every new siege was more difficult
every battle cost more blood.

By the end of the summer, we haven’t
advanced a foot.

Watching this, our neighbors
in the West begun wondering:

If they should side with Livonia?

- Wounded? Let me help.
- It just grazed me.

- Is it bad? Open your caftan.
- It’s nothing, my lord.

I’m taking you to Moscow. They can take
the Lithuanian back without you.

Take it.

It’s for the Lithuanian Sejm.

Lithuania shouldn't even think about
joining Livonia in a war against us.

Good timing, Prince.
Sigismund is eager to march on Moscow.

He’s just waiting
for the Sejm’s decision.

We must not allow it.

Your friends asked me to tell you:
King Sigismund has heard much about you.

Says, he needs
people like you at his court.

Stop babbling.

- So, are you done fighting?
- Yeah...

If Lithuania
sides with Livonia

Ivan will lose his army.
Do you realize what’s going to follow?

- So?
- Go on...

You know how it works here: today
you’re of value, tomorrow you’re of no use.

Get out!
Don’t do what you’re not good at.

Yes...

We don’t forgive defeats.
They’ll rise against the Tsar.

And when Ivan is gone,

your son will ascend the throne.

What would the Lithuanians need Vladimir for?

They’ll find the reason.

Only one man stands between
your son and the throne. Prince Kurbsky.

It’s him who is paying the Sejm to keep
Lithuania from joining Livonia.

And when he stops paying,
everything will change.

Do you hear me Evfrosinia, my dear?

For playing such games
Ivan Petrovich, one day you’ll get

your throat cut.

All right, all right, my dear,

You’re at peace with it
and that's fine.

Ivan’s line is strong,
he is destined to rule.

Quite a fox you are, Ivan Petrovich!

You’ll find the right way
and a weak spot with anyone,

and a weak spot with anyone.

Such is my gift and
you’ve got yours.

That’s why we’re so good together.

End it with Kurbsky. He must disappear.

It’s ready, my lady.

And the cup is the same
as the one in Kremlin.

- Who is going to do it?
- I’ve got a girl.

Take one emerald out
to make sure she doesn't mix them up.

- Well?
- No, I don’t want it.

Good. Then leave the table.

We could have persuaded him.

Should we have to convince him to eat?

As I wrote, my lady,
for the book of 'Domostroy':

'Punish your son in his youth
and you will be pleased when he grows up'.

I appreciate your advice, Father Silvester,

but we will decide
how to raise our son.

Henceforth, refrain from
your advice about Tsarevich.

I'll keep quiet, sire.

I was going to share some
interesting war with you, Ivan.

The same day when our voivodes
left for war, remember?

- It happened that...
- Leave the war news for the war council.

I invited you for supper.

Right you are, sire, forgive me.
Oh, I almost forgot!

A little gift for you, Tsarina.

The Tatars bring it from India. There’s
some cinnamon and some exotic pepper.

What a wonderful smell!

Swap your cups.

Ivan Vasilyevich...

Give her your cup, Prince,
and you take Tsarina’s cup.

God help the Faithful Tsar
and Grand Prince Ivan Vasilyevich

in all his deeds!

- God help him!
- God help him!

God help him!

What Kurbsky tells is all bad news.

It was a great beginning,
and now we are stuck.

I am starting to think
that I’ve made a big mistake.

Don’t think about bad things, Vanya.

You and me together -
that’s enough for this hour.

- What?
- I was thinking of our sons.

They’ll grow up to be like you.

But I want a girl too.

She must look like you.

Men would besiege the Kremlin
just for the sake of these eyes.

I remember you
looking at me that day...

Just like you’re looking now.

You know what I wished for?

It’s so foolish...

I thought it would be so wonderful if
there was no door and no window here,

...if there was nothing and no one,
just you and me.

And our children.
Just imagine how good it would be.

'It’s not a white swan...

...taking off for a flight

It’s a young maiden

escapes from captivity.

And in her path

there’s a red...'

Excuse me, sirs,
the meeting is over for today.

The Tsar is not coming.

What’s happened?

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb,

for thou hast borne Christ the Savior,
the Deliverer of our souls. Amen.

Sire...

I am sorry...

The Tsarina has passed away.

How is Anastasia?
Does she feel better?

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee...

Sire, she passed away.

Stay by her side,
don’t leave her on her own.

- What?
- The Tsarina...

I don’t know how that happened,
my lady, I don’t know...

I failed you, I failed you so badly...

Punish me, I beg you!

Punish me, but don’t hold it against me!

Why should I punish you, Ulyana?

We planned one thing,
but the fate decided otherwise.

What can we do against fate?

How can we go against it?

I promised that you’ll get paid.

Now this promise is coming to fruition.

Ivan looks dreadful,
like he’s at death's door himself.

He could hardly approach the coffin.

God rarely blesses
someone with such a love.

It was God’s gift for them.
That gift will turn into a curse for us.

What do you mean?

I talked to Adashev.

Ivan believes she was poisoned. He will
look for someone to blame. And find them.

If we could only find out
who he’s going to point to...

Do you know
what is burning in here?

All our aspirations.

Lithuania won’t join the war.

Your aspirations, Ivan Petrovich.
Mine don’t burn.

Needless death... Completely pointless!

Don’t you see what you’ve started?
How many deaths await us now?

- How many heads will roll?
- Pointless?

No, Ivan Petrovich.

You might not see
the reason, but I do.

Have you seen the Tsar today?

This pain is driving him mad!
Just like me,

...since his mother killed my husband.

I cried my eyes out for him.
Even now, every night,

as I close my eyes, I hear him
howling walled up alive in the wall...

That’s how I lived. At night

...with my husband’s last cries,
daytime - with fear for my son.

So...

...it’s a joyous day for me.

Eye for an eye. I got even.

I came to say goodbye. I’m leaving.

- Where?
- To pray.

For the repose of my fallen husband
and for the health of my son.

No use praying for my sins.

Farewell, boyar.

It’s time to think of a new wife
for the Tsar.

To ease his pain, or else...

Or else we’ll see much sorrow.

Anastasia calmed him down,
she could stop his rampage.

Don’t you remember how
his marriage changed him.

Was it only the Tsarina who stopped him?

- We helped him too with our advice.
- Listen to that!

- Such a vanity!
- I have sinned, Your Grace.

I remember seeing him for the first time,

That boy, playful and smart.

But there was such a sadness in his eyes,

That I never seen before.

Only later I saw what was
underneath this sadness...

Darkness!

It was only strength of his spirit
that helped him resist it.

I realized then that I had to help him.

I see that he is going towards his demise.

We must save our Tsar!
We must save him!

- Save from what?
- From himself!

It takes time to get over such a grief.

We must arrange the bride-show.

I don't have the heart to tell him.

Give your blessing your Grace.
I must depart, the war in Livonia can’t wait.

Bless me, I must go.

- Are the lame ones coming?
- Yes, they’re coming, my lord.

- This must be enough till Assumption.
- Thank you.

When can we expect you back here,
Alexey Fyodorovich?

- I can’t say. I’m going to Livonia.
- Don’t worry, my lord.

I will look after the orphanage. We’ll feed
as many as we can, with the Lord's help.

I have big favor to ask, sire.

I trust you won’t refuse me.

- What do you want from me?
- I want to talk about my sister.

- So, talk.
- I keep asking myself:

Lord, why did you take her from us?

She didn’t die peacefully,
I don’t believe it.

My heart tells me - she was killed...

By whom?

She confessed to me...

that there were only two people
she didn’t like and was afraid of.

Silvester and Adashev.

Think what’s you’re saying!

My closest aides killed my wife.

Let me investigate it, sire,
and then you can punish me!

I loved her too, sire!

If you find something report to me.

And to me alone.

- Tell me everything!
- What do you want me to tell, my lord?

I can’t say a bad word
about Alexey Fyodorovich.

- are you afraid?
- Why should I fear him?

Alexey Fedorovitch is very kind,
saintly man. - A saint...

Believe it or not
he is not guilty.

He lives a righteous life.

You don’t say!

- What about women?
- I’ve never seen any, my lord.

Scribes say one visits him.

In a scarlet shawl.

Yes, there was one.

- I don’t know her name.
- Prostitute?

No, not prostitute.
There’s something else.

I don’t know what, but something else.

You will help me to find her.

A present from Circassian Prince Temryuk.
He says it’s his very best falcon.

A bird like this
is hatched once in a thousand years.

Only phoenixes are born
once in a thousand years.

Who?

A bird that knows no death
and is reborn from the ashes.

- I ‘ll believe it when see him on the hunt.
- You’re right!

Chase away your sadness, sire.
Riding a fine steed - what could be better?

Perhaps it will help to forget
your grief for a while?

Forget?

You want me to forget?!
Everyone’s mourning the Tsarina,

- and you’re planning a merriment?
- Because we care for your Majesty.

Come with me to my dukedom.
There is plenty of elk to shoot at.

Set the falcon on him!

Let it claw his face! Do you hear me?

Don’t do it, brother, please.
Forgive us for upsetting you.

Looking at me with these eyes
of yours! How I’d like to rip them out!

I see everything, I remember everything...

I wanted to forget it...

I recognized his rage.

He had the same fury in his youth,
the same fire...

The Tsar is wrathful, it’s old news.

No, it’s not that.

It’s not just rage, it’s...

It’s hard to tell, unless you know Ivan,
but when he gets like this,

he can destroy anyone.
Even those closest to him.

Why?

- He’ll find a reason.
- Anyhow, maybe we should leave.

We can't hide in Staritsa.

Then we’ll go where
the Tsar can’t find us.

They say the disgraced ones
seek refuge in Lithuania.

What are you saying?
Don’t you even utter that!

Vladimir Andreevich,
I have a question for you.

I heard some go to Lithuania to hide
and to serve there. How do they arrange it?

Why do you want to know?

I’d like to prevent any
chance of it in my regiments.

I see... You need a trusted man.

My Lithuanian spy
can get travel papers.

It’s only the most desperate who flee.

Lithuania allows
only single people. Without a family.

- How strange.
- It’s wise.

You know what awaits a traitor's family.

Everyone knows.

Though some may be
glad to get rid their wives.

Check the ones
who have mean wives.

At what price. The innocents
are dying because of you.

Who’s guilt I am paying for, Silvester?

Oh Lord, oh Lord...
Dear Lord, forgive me the sinner!

I’m a weak-willed man,
I have taken innocent man to his doom!

Forgive me Lord, forgive me!

What's in your heart, Silvester?

It’s been a while since we talked
a heart-to-heart.

I’ve sinned, father. I’ve been
offering guidance for so long,

I forgot that I need guidance myself.

What’s is going on with you?

An old sin on my soul, Your Grace.
It weights on me.

Repentance is the only cure, Silvester.

You, of all people should know that.

And it’s never too late to repent.

I know that the Lord has chosen me
for great deeds.

If I only had the strength
to fulfill my duty!

You became full of yourself,
full of pride.

You’ve come too close to the power
and now you think you are the power.

Don’t let it tempt you.

I will pray for you.

Pray for me, Your Grace.

- What do you want?
- Sire...

Do you remember the letter
to the Crimean Khan?

- What do you mean?
- Remember how you verified the writing?

Do you remember that the scribe was
executed for treason?

I do. Why are you asking now?

It was a forged letter.

It was written for you,
not for the Khan.

To discourage you from the Livonian war.

- How do you know?
- I wrote it myself.

I am ready for any punishment, sire.

I can’t hide it anymore.

Forgive me, sire...

I heard a voice in my head, Silvester,
and it said to me,

that the hellfire would claim you all,

if you don’t repent
and reject your sins and your pride!

Go, Silvester!

And await...

I found it, sire! I found the witnesses
who saw a woman visiting Adashev.

He paid her, but no one knows for what.

- Where is she?
- Here, in the cellar.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses, as we
forgive those who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil:

For thine is the kingdom,
and the power, and the glory...

Good day to you, master.

Your house is opulent,
but the walls are too cold.

- She is a strange one...
- Do you know who you’re talking to?

Of course! Ivan Vasilyevich.

I always light candles for you
in the church.

- Do you know why you’re here?
- That is unbeknownst to me.

I was just doing my job.

- And what is your job?
- To feed...

...to care, to make an ointment
or a potion.

Paupers come to my house
from all over Moscow.

So, you are making potions...

- You do it by yourself?
- No.

Not by myself.
A good man helps me.

You know him, my lord.
Pan Adashev.

Pan Adashev never told me about it.
It says about giving to charity:

do not let your left hand know
what your right hand is doing.

Why don’t you confess to me what’s
gnawing you? I can feel your sorrow.

I lost my wife.

- If she died, it was a divine order.
- Divine order, you say?

Divine order, Faithful Tsar.

I am accusing okolnichy boyar
Alexey Adashev,

and the priest Silvester in witchcraft
against our Tsarina Anastasia.

Where are they, these two?

- We should question them...
- We came here to find the truth.

But they will twist the words of truth
and turn them into lies!

Let’s begin. You!

Did the Tsarina tell you
that she’s afraid of someone?

She did.

- She was afraid of Silvester.
- What about Adashev?

She believed that she would perish
because of him, by order of Silvester.

These books were found
in Silvester’s home.

Your Grace, have a look.
Do you know what they are?

Fortune-telling books...

Heresy! Throw them into the fire!

Here is a Pole, Maria,
nicknamed Magdalena.

The poisoner.

Were you paid by Adashev?

I was.

- Did you make potions by his order?
- I did.

Did you gather herbs and roots
of a poisonous nature?

- I did.
- Take her away!

Witch! She’s a witch!

Truly a witch!

Thank you, Ivan Vasilyevich,
that you allowed me to see you.

- Speak, then.
- Do you really believe,

that it was me who killed Tsarina?

You couldn’t have believed it.

You couldn’t

I’ll tell you how it is.

You’ve been unhelpful for too long...

You think it’s me turning on you? No...

It’s you who became useless
for my State.

I need strength.

Not learned men, but watchdogs.

Thank you, sire.

Now I know at last.

I don’t belong here.

That very book.
With six tsars instead of seven.

We made friends discussing it,
let’s say goodbye with it.

You can read it on the road.

What?

Forgive me, sire,
you must’ve forgotten.

You couldn’t talk with Adashev that day.

Why couldn’t I? Why?

He never returned to Moscow.
He was taken straight to Derpt.

Yes, and there he...

Excuse me, I think I got it wrong.

Wait...

He is right, sire.

There was no conversation.

I was dragged to the dungeon,
I got fever and died.

You didn’t want to say goodbye to me.

I’m dead, Ivan Vasilyevich,
but I’m still haunting you.

Because you are guilty!
You are all guilty!

If I wasn’t deprived of my sweet dove,
there wouldn’t be a Kronus sacrifice.

But still, you believe it!

You don’t remember it?

Look for the book that
you think you gave me.

- You still have it.
- Leave me alone!

Stop tormenting me!

Leave us.

- What should we do?
- It’s the Prince himself!

- Stand back!
- Come on, let’s go.

Lithuania entry papers.

In Ivangorod there will be a man
at the inn. His name is Jonas.

He will tell you what to do next.

What about my guards?

I’ll pay them.
They’ll say they missed you.

If they don’t, I’ll cut them to pieces.

- Decide now!
- I have decided.

Why?

It’s a treason.

I swore an oath to him.

I swore that I’ll grant any wish.
It’s his wish to punish me.

- The same as any other wish.
- You will perish.

When you’re defeated your only
salvation is not to think of salvation.

Besides, Prince, living in Lithuania...

...is the same thing as living in exile.

Even if they grant you an estate.

You are a stranger to them
and will always remain so.

That sort of life is not for me.

Thank you, Andrey Mikhailovich.

Take care of yourself.

Oh, Lord...

Lord...

Lord...

Is it true that have to take you all
the way to Solovetsky Monastery?

It’s true. You’re taking me to my rest.

Forever.

Get going.

Prince, here drink some wine,
you'll feel better.

- Do you have my papers with you?
- Yes, I they are all here.

Rest assured, King Sigismund
will gladly take you into his service.

- It’s going to get better soon, Prince.
- Easier, you say?

Because I think that
my road to Calvary has only just begun.

- Who could it be, in a middle of the night?
- I don’t know.

Sorry to come so late, Prince. Urgent
message from your regiment in Livonia.

I just thought
that they came for you.

For us...

Why are you so calm?

Whatever may be,

we’ll face our destiny together.

You can gain the whole world,

all the same, death will take you.

Life is vain and fleeting,
it sifts like sand,

nothing left alive in my memory.

No things, only shadows of things.

No joy you can enjoy,
no fear you can fear.

Only the grief grows deeper and deeper.

It was not death that took my spouse,
but the betrayal of those closest to me.

You took away my light.

What else can await you now
if not the endless darkness?

Thou shalt have darkness.

Let it be so!