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Love in Chains

THE CHERVINSKIYS' MANSION

Finally.

This day is over.

Let's go to bed, Orysya.

Hold on.

I got something to tell you.

Well, tell me then.

What's going on?

Something is, Nazar.

We're going to have a baby.

Really?

Give me your hand.

Come on, give it to me.

Kicking.

Uh-huh.

When we were sitting there,
waiting for Katya…

Real gently from the inside,

like a bird with its wing, boom.

And then stronger, boom-boom.

See how it works out?

There Nazar and Orysya
were living a quiet life,

and now a new soul is comin to join them.

So… when?

Feast of the Intercession.

Well, now we have to put our house up.

I mean, it can't live like this.

- Right, we really need our own house now.
- Shh.

Hear that?

Who's that out there?

Katya?

- Katya, what's wrong?
- Katya.

What happened?

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC]

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC]

So what now?
It's all back to how it used to be?

I don't know how it's going to work out
for the lords,

but my child ain't gonna be no serf.

- What if Andrey Andreevich perishes?
- Hey, don't go wailing before he does.

We're free, and that's it.

And Zhadan, may God give him good health.

What if the murderer in the church
was sent by Lord Pyotr Ivanovich?

- What?
- It's very convenient for him.

Right, don't start with the…

Katya, where are we going?

To the Doroshenkos or what?

No, they're all asleep.

And besides,
I couldn't handle explaining it all again.

To the hotel.

All right. Giddap!

Well, I doubt anyone else is coming.
You're off until morning.

Good evening, ma'am, how may I… help you…

Hello. I need a suite,
facilities included if possible.

There are no deluxe rooms left,
there's such a commotion in town…

I'll take anything.

In that case, if you will please sign.

It must be very hard for you,

after all that's happened.

You need to recover, I understand.

I assure you, nobody is going
to bother you at our hotel.

That would be good.

Nazar will water the horses,
and then he won't leave your side.

You may send the servants
to the common room.

They are not the servants.
They are my friends.

Please, take a left,
up the stairs, room 7.

You will be pleased.

[SPEAKS POLISH]

Perhaps you need help?

Make way.

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

What do you think of that?

Fraternizes with all sorts of rabble,

then the whole town is looking
for murderers.

Excuse me, what murderers?

Oh, you aren't aware.

Today, that lady's husband
got stabbed right in the church.

- To death?
- Well, they say he's alive for now.

But I think he'll be dead soon.

A knife to the heart, that's no joke.

Fell in his dear wife's arms
like a sack of meat.

What a wedding.

Poor girl.

That depends on how you look at it.

The young lady isn't as simple
as she may seem.

If only you knew what happened here
because of her last year…

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

NEZHIN, CITY HOSPITAL

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

Well, how is he?

No change.

He looks better.

I think there's even some flush
in his cheeks.

Bogdan, he's burning up!

Doctor! Doctor, quick!

The fever won't break.

Doctor, is this…

Sepsis?

No. It does not seem like sepsis.

But he's on fire!

My dear, many things may cause a fever.

He is still alive. That is a lot already.

We shall hope for the best.

And in the meantime, make him drink.

Drip water into his mouth.

He needs a lot of water
to replenish his blood volume.

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

[BACKGROUND NOISE]

I told Tikhon to call us
as soon as the table is set.

Pyotr Ivanovich…

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC]

I know. Your grief is irremediable.

You've lost much, and many people, but…

you've also gained some.

You have me,
and we are going to have a child.

Do we truly mean so little to you?

I can't believe it.

I simply can't believe

that such a thing could happen to me,
to my family.

It should not have happened.
It should not have.

Over there.

Pyotr Ivanovich, must you?

Hold it there.

Are you quite insane?

Get it away!

Please forgive us, we did not realize.

We were in a hurry
to put all the portraits back.

- Get it out, quick!
- Get out.

My apologies.

You cannot bring any of it back,
you cannot change anything.

We must simply forget this nightmare
and live on.

Where's that damned breakfast?

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC]

Where do you think you're going?

This is it, cook your own meals.
I've had enough.

So that's how it is. You're deserting me.

How could you, huh?

In the middle of the night, in the rain,
kick Katya out of her own home!

This is my house, understand?

She has no right to it, that wench.

She should be happy
I did not shoot her like a dog.

For everything that she has done here.

That she has done?

If anybody's to blame, it's you.

Because you never loved or cared
for nobody.

Except yourself.

You knew Grisha had no head for business,

and you knew he was a coward.

But you never admitted it, you kept quiet.

Well, reap what you've sown.

How dare you?

Who else is gonna tell you the truth?

Everybody's tremblin like a leaf.

And you need to ask forgiveness.

For your son, and for Anna Lvovna.

It's all your fault.

Get out of my sight!

Out!

And you, my dear, watch out.

He's going to suck the life out
of you like a vampire.

Like he did with the late Anna Lvovna.
It's always like that with dames for him.

Pyotr Ivanovich, please calm down.

All right, my good people.

Remember me kindly, stay healthy.

Pavla, where are you going?

Wherever the road takes me.

Stayin with that bloodsucker,
bowin down before him,

that ain't for me no more.

I'll decide how to live my life myself.

That's why freedom's given to folks,

to live like people.

Not like some dumb cattle.

Or what, you like that sort of treatment?

Well, who's to say if we're free or not?

Now if Zhadan came back…

Git.

Anyone follows this old fool,

I'll report him as a runaway.

Why are you standing there like oxen,

just takin it quietly?

You were serfs
and you'll be serfs when you die.

Don't stand there, get to work.

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC]

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC]

Most Holy Lady Mother of God,
with thine almighty advent,

help me pray to God, thy Son,

so that He see my suffering

and grant salvation
to Lord's servant Andrey.

Thy power is great, God.

I beg you, heal and grant life to the best
and kindest of men. Amen.

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC]

Katerina Stepanovna.

Katerina Stepanovna.

Excuse me, did you say something?

- Eat something.
- I don't want to.

Not now.

You must, my dear, you must.

You have not left his bedside
in three days.

Something could happen to you too.

Eat something.

What, what is it, honey? One moment.

One moment…

Vera…

- Sorry.
- Vera…

- It seems his soul begs for a prayer.
- I pray. I pray every minute.

That is good.

But you must eat something too,
Katerina Stepanovna.

Let me take your place,
and you rest a little.

No. I'm all right.
Take it away, I'll eat later.

Very well, as you wish.

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

MERCHANT BANK

Pyotr Ivanovich, you can see

that the bank's actions
were strictly legal.

It seemed that he never intended
to address his debts,

what were we to do?

Notify me.

Or were your losses so great
you could not afford even some ink?

But there was a document from you.

And I am not alone here,
I have the management above me.

So I had to do it,
despite my deepest respect for you.

Pyotr Ivanovich, believe me,

I am just as displeased
with that jumped-up nobody.

Listen, we have known each other

for quite a while.

I am not trying to insult you,
please don't take it that way.

Could it be that this deal…

Is not, so to speak, completely legal?

Some document got lost.

Don't worry about the loan,

everything my son borrowed,
I will repay with interest.

I am talking about an auction.

What do we do to make it… forfeit?

Impossible.

Think harder.

Pyotr Ivanovich…

Mr Zhadan is now one
of the bank's co-owners.

I can't very well go to war with him,
you see?

Leave the war to me.

However, there is always some pretext
to use for… mutual profit.

If one is to believe the rumors…

Mr Zhadan is no longer with us.

And his wife,
you have known her for a long time.

I mean, how to talk to her,
how to interest her.

I mean, it's no joking matter,

a serf girl inheriting
an estate like that?

Maybe she's the one with whom
you need to strike the right note.

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

Well?

Is he any better?

No, Pavlina.

He's burning up and won't come to.

Oh God.

Here.

Every hour give him one spoonful.

My mother brought
some people back with that,

they already had their graves dug
for them.

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC]

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC]

It's all right. It's all right.

Stay strong, my little. Stay strong.

No, it's not here either, Pyotr Ivanovich.

How can it be?

There are letters of enfranchisement
for all of Chervinka.

Servants, even those on quitrent.

Really? It seems he forgot his wife.

Thought he would keep her
in serfdom just in case.

Now that changes everything.

Larisa, my dear, why so sad?

This is a great day,
a wonderful day, one could say.

I'm very happy for you, Pyotr Ivanovich.

It's just sad
that you don't keep your word.

You promised that our baby
would want for nothing,

and in reality
I can't even buy a shirt for him.

You keep saying, Tomorrow, tomorrow.
What if I give birth tomorrow?

If I promised, then we'll go
wherever you say, right away.

Tikhon!

- The stagecoach, right now.
- Yes sir.

If it was promised, we'll do it.

[BACKGROUND NOISE]

Well, I hope that takes care of today.

Are you content, my love?

Yes, just like I dreamed.

A real dowry for the baby.

All that's left is buying the bassinet.

Why? I'm sure Grigoriy's cradle
is still to be found in the storeroom.

No, no, we shouldn't.
Let's order a new bassinet, please.

Larisa, as you wish. A bassinet it is.

[TENSE MUSIC]

Let's go.

- Spare a kopek.
- Here you go.

Go.

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC]

You're awake!

Why are you crying? I didn't die, did I?

Or is that why you're crying?

Then I won't ruin it for you.

Don't you dare, you hear me? Look at me.

Can I blink now and then at least?

I'll be!
Looks like we have a miracle on our hands.

So your prayers worked,
Katerina Stepanovna, didn't they?

Yes. The fever broke.

I think the herb tea must have worked.

Who knows, who knows.

Maybe it was the tea,
maybe the man is just strong,

or maybe
it was your prayer working miracles.

One thing is certain: lucky for you,

the murderer was quite clumsy.

What's wrong, my dear?

What's wrong?

All right, you've done your part,
your hero is awake.

And now, sleep, sleep.

For you and for him.
You both need peace and quiet. Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go, come.

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC]

NEZHIN, THE DOROSHENKOS' MANSION

Yarina Dorofeevna said not to expect her
for lunch.

She'll be in church,
praying for Andrey's health.

I still can't believe it.

Katya and he we re so happy together.

God works in mysterious ways.

Nobody knows what's fated for one,

and when one's lifeline
is to be cut short.

- Stop.
- Maybe you shouldn't? Please.

Pyotr Ivanovich, welcome back.
How do you find it here?

I thought I would come look you
in the eye.

Does your conscience keep you up at night?

Your son's death is not to be blamed on me
or on my father.

If someone is to blame for it,
it's Grigoriy himself.

And who started that wretched trial?

Who collected all those lies
into one neat pile?

I sympathize with your fatherly grief.

But everything that was said
in court is God's honest truth.

Your son is a murderer and a deserter,

and you'll have to accept
this bitter truth.

Look how you brought him up,
Aleksandr Vasilyevich.

Behind my back, quietly…

Then again, you knew it yourself,
did you not?

There is no way you didn't.

And I was happy, the fool.

Thought we had joined families.

I thought, too, that I was letting
my daughter marry a noble man.

He broke her body, crippled her soul.

Natalie will never be able
to have children.

But she's alive!

And there are grandchildren.

A happy family. But it's quite all right.

The time for you to answer
for everything will come.

You will weep for your children yet.

Leave immediately.

And I will deal with you separately,
whelp.

I beg you.

Go.

Right…

I knew our old friendship
would never be back, but this?

There was no reason to expect otherwise.

Pyotr Ivanovich cannot openly admit
his son was a coward and a murderer.

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC]

[BACKGROUND NOISE]

Orysya.
Are there any news from the hospital?

- Has Bogdan Yuryevich said anything?
- Don't worry.

This was brought in an hour ago
from Aunt Pavla.

Everything is fine,
Andrey Andreevich is all right.

[BACKGROUND NOISE]

- How long was I asleep?
- Almost 24 hours.

No wonder, you hadn't slept a wink
in how long before that?

I need to go. Right away.

Help me.

- Orysya, help me.
- You need to eat.

Aunt Pavla told me not to let you out
until you eat somethin.

And I don't want to make Aunt Pavla mad.

In all honesty…

Why did such a wonderful steward
lose his position in two years?

So you left your masters in debt,
and now you want to milk me too?

I was very harsh on the serfs.
Whipped them for their offenses.

A couple of them were really weak,
it turned out.

They died?

Is it really fair
to kick out a good worker

because of some peasant rabble?

Pyotr Ivanovich, another applicant.

Get away! I can walk.

Yakov Yefimovich!

My dear!

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Pyotr Ivanovich, good health to you.

Hello.

I read in the newspaper
that you're looking for a steward.

- So I ventured.
- Is that so?

You dared? You're a brave man.

I'm blameless. What could I have done?

Grigoriy Petrovich brought it on himself.

He didn't listen to me.

I wanted the best for the estate.

You lowly snake.

You didn't know about the mortgage
to the bank in secret from me either?

Cross my heart.
It was all Grigoriy Petrovich.

Was it thanks to you
that he almost got Chervinka in his paws?

I was taking care of the estate.

What a bastard you are.

Thought you would get a piece too,
didn't you?

I… God no.

I served you faithfully.

Forgive me, for goodness' sake!

I will work it off, square it away!

Take me back.

Even as a simple steward.

I will prove my loyalty.

I used to have a great steward.

He is no more.

Here is your first task, Miron:
give him a good whipping.

- For what?
- And make him remember his lesson.

You have no right!
You have no right to do this!

What a bastard.

Miron, would you really have whipped him?

He's a free man.

Well, if such is your will…

Fine, stay for now. And then we'll see.

It's…

Pyotr Ivanovich, it's nowhere to be found.

Yashenko doesn't have it,
nor Ryabnin, nor Krol.

No Nezhin notary has ever made
a letter of enfranchisement

for Katerina Stepanovna Verbitskaya.

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

Katerina Stepanovna Zhadan,
nee Verbitskaya.

Please come with me.

- What's the matter?
- Pyotr Chervinskiy demands to see you.

- On what grounds?
- On the grounds of serf ownership.

Excuse me, miss.

Are these men bothering you?

What is going on?

Listen to my advice,
Mr Foreigner: stay out of this.

What is she accused of?

This lady calling herself Katerina Zhadan
is really Katerina Verbitskaya.

A serf girl
from Pyotr Ivanovich Chervinskiy's estate.

What nonsense! I'm free.

Your letter of enfranchisement then,
please.

- What…
- The document proving your words.

But I don't have it.
It is with our attorney, Mr Lebedev.

Then you'll have to come
with us and invite Mr Lebedev.

I'm not going anywhere with you.

In that case,
pardon me if I don't believe you.

Take her.

Don't dare touch the lady.

With your permission, pani,
I shall accompany you.

I give you my word,
I shall not let these two hurt you.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

You shouldn't have started all that farce.

We know for certain no such letter exists.

And it seems like your spouse
will be unable to grant it to you.

But Pyotr Ivanovich is prepared
to graciously grant your freedom

in exchange for the estate.

Just one signature on the deed,
that's all.

Why would Andrey gift me the estate
but not the letter?

Who knows.

Maybe he wanted to evade
the land tax that way.

Or to keep his property.

Have you thought of that?

[BACKGROUND NOISE]

Registered in Kiev, January 17, 1857…

State registrar… for which a fee was paid…

Well, see now?

I don't understand.

Why Kiev? Why complicate it like that?

I am Mr Zhadan's Kiev lawyer,

and I have represented him for many years.

The document is legitimate. Our apologies.

Dear notary,
don't you wish to apologize to the pani?

A terrible mistake has been made.

I was not aware, swear on my honor.

Please forgive me.

Will that be all?
May I go back to the hotel?

Yes, of course. I dare not keep you.

Katerina Stepanovna,
I would not be so hasty.

I believe there is another thing
these gentlemen owe you.

I will not move from this spot,
understand?

This is my home.

I beg your pardon, Pyotr Ivanovich…

The paperwork is in order.

I checked it personally,
if you would kindly take a look…

- Katerina Stepanovna's letter of…
- I don't care!

The papers are doctored.

Pyotr Ivanovich, please don't be stubborn.

By golly,
we would like this to end peacefully.

What?

Surely you will not take me out
of my home by force?

- I am relying on your good sense.
- Unheard of.

This is…

Hell knows what. Anarchy!

No more than kicking a defenseless pani
out of her own home,

in the middle of the night,
into the pouring rain.

And how does this concern you,
Mr I-Don't-Know-Who?

It is any decent man's duty to come
to the rescue of a lady in distress.

If you wish to know my name so much,
all right.

Prince Stefan Jabloniewski.

Where do you find them all,
your champions?

Pyotr Ivanovich, please don't be stubborn,
for goodness' sake.

Leave the premises.

And assert your claim to the mansion,
if there indeed is one, in court.

I mean, the proper way.

Not in your life.

Pyotr Ivanovich!

Just you try, just you try.

We shall see if you succeed.

- Pyotr Ivanovich…
- What?

Don't have the guts?

You won't dare,
since you know I'm the man of this house.

And this is all mine!

Listen, I don't know you,

and I have no personal dislike
for you as of yet.

But all the documents say Pani Zhadan
is in the right.

And I am always on the side of justice.

Which is why you shall leave
this house immediately, do you hear?

What?

What?!

And you shan't bother
this lovely lady again,

do you understand?

You son of a bitch!

Larisa, go to your room!

Lady needs a doctor.

Not now!

She is giving birth!

Get the midwife from the village here,
quickly!

Tikhon, go to Nezhin,
get the doctor, hurry!

Larisa Viktorovna, this way.

Son of a bitch.

[SCREAMS]

Pyotr Ivanovich,
please don't take this the wrong way,

I've nothing against you.

- Such is my job!
- Your job.

If the court decides so,

I shall gladly throw
that gang out of here.

- Pyotr Ivanovich!
- Finally.

Come quick, Larisa Viktorovna
is in dire need of your help.

What's wrong with Larisa?

Calm down, Pyotr Ivanovich, calm down.
I'm here, am I not?

- Which way?
- Follow me.

Although, you're right, Pyotr Ivanovich.
This court battle won't be an easy one.

They say this Zhadan is a tough customer.

To hell with Zhadan. To hell with it all.

Are you… a friend of Mr Zhadan's,
I take it?

Alas,
I haven't had the chance to meet him yet.

But I really hope I will.

Well, it's too late for that.

In light of the circumstances,

I assume my presence here
will not be needed?

If you'll excuse me…

Please, let me show you out.

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

So what brings you to these parts
all the way form Poland?

- Usually we get Frenchmen.
- Business. Commerce.

So mind your own business,
and stay out of mine.

I am a Polish szlachcic.

I will not stand idly
by when I see injustice.

What do you know about justice?

It doesn't exist.

She's lost consciousness twice already.

Low pain threshold.

Same as any other posh dame.

I am going to give you an injection.

You will be conscious…

A lot less.

Come, come…

[DISTANT SCREAMS]

[TENSE MUSIC]

Pyotr Ivanovich.

Larisa Viktorovna and your son await you.

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

Son?

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

Hello.

Hello…

Lev Petrovich.

Look at you.

My spitting image.

A real lion. My son…

Thank you.

Thank you, God.

I let my first son slip,

but I'll do well with my second.

He'll be the best. Make everyone envious.

Right, Larisa?

Pyotr Ivanovich, Larisa Viktorovna…

Please accept my sincere congratulations.
Wonderful baby.

You may stay here for as long as you need.

If you need anything, simply tell me.

You will not be a burden to anybody.

Really now?

We won't?

How dare you even say that?

Giddap!

[BACKGROUND NOISE]

I hope she is happy with him.

It's true what they say:

another man's soul is a mystery,
and a woman's more so.

Katerina Stepanovna, you are too generous.

But in any case, justice has prevailed.

You are at home and completely safe.

I hope your husband will recover soon,

and I shall have the honor of meeting him.

Katerina Stepanovna, if I am honest…

That is precisely why I came to Nezhin.

How so? You came to see him?

What brought you here?

I have this idea…

Revolutionary,
I would even say somewhat insane…

But my compatriots' views
are too conservative,

and I need a real daredevil.

Such as your husband.

And with that, I will beg my leave.

A most peculiar hotel owner awaits me,

and the cockroaches
in one of his best rooms.

Goodbye.

Stefan Janovich.

You came to see my husband.

Please do us a favor
and stay at Chervinka until his recovery.

We have a wonderful guest annex.

You will be far more comfortable there
than at the hotel.

Stay.

Katerina Stepanovna, I'll take the liberty
of accepting your offer.

But allow me to send somebody to Nezhin
for my servant and my things.

Of course. And… you must be hungry?

Oh yes.

Then let's go have dinner.

Let's. This has been a long day.

[EERIE MUSIC]

[EERIE MUSIC]

Bogdan Yuryevich, you asked me t…

[SCREAMS]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Here you go.

Here you go, your luggage
is being taken upstairs already.

Stop fussing around, my good man.

Is the room decent, at least, I hope?

We need the best one on offer
in your… flophouse.

And with a room for the help.

The thing is, it's the only vacancy,
all the decent ones are taken now.

But don't worry, it's a double room.

The servants will be by your side
if you so desire.

Why is it that not a single hotel
in Nezhin has proper rooms?

Well, the newspaper people
from Kiev alone are about a dozen.

- An event like this…
- What "event", my good man?

Have you not heard? The Bloody Wedding.

Zhadan the Kiev merchant stabbed
to death right in the church.

We don't get this many visitors
even during fairs.

- Will you give us the room or not?
- Of course, of course.

I promise,
as soon as a better room is free,

it's yours.

Please, come in.

It was extremely kind of you.

Offering your help to your enemy,

especially after everything
that has happened to you here.

He lost his son.

I think
God has punished him severely enough.

- You believe in God's providence?
- Of course.

How could I not?

You don't?

Katerina Stepanovna, it was simply lucky
for you that your enemies

got their just desserts
without your hand in it.

Had it not happened so,
your opinion would be different.

For every evil must be punished.

Every suffering,
every shed tear must be avenged.

No matter what the cost.

Your enemies had better be careful.

Pan Jabloniewski's things have arrived.
Would you like them taken to the annex?

How time flies.

Katerina Stepanovna, thank you
for a most interesting conversation

and a most exciting evening.

Good night.

Good night, Stefan Janovich.

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

Well?

Is he dead?

[BACKGROUND MUSIC]