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MARS MEDIA ENTERTAINMENT

AMEDIA

present

MARS-FILM production

The creators of this film
did not seek

to reconstruct the events
of the Mongol-Tatar Yoke epoch.

The plot and the heroes are the product
of the authors' imagination

ALEXANDER USTYUGOV
RAMIL SABITOV

YULIA PERESILD
SVETLANA KOLPAKOVA

SABINA AKHMETOVA
SANJAR MADI

SERGEI PUSKEPALIS
ARTUR IVANOV

ARUZHAN DJAZILBEKOVA
DINA TASBULATOVA

KARINA ANDOLENKO
ARTEM ALEXEEV

EVGENIA DMITRIEVA
LARISSA DOMASKINA

SERGEI SOTSERDOTSKY
BORIS KAMORZIN

WRITTEN BY OLGA LARIONOVA

DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY
MORAD ABDEL-FATTAKH

MUSIC BY ZINOVIY ARVANITIDI

ART DIRECTORS - DAVID DADUNASHVILI
YURY GRIGOROVICH

EDITED BY ELENA DENISEVICH
DENIS LUZANOV, IGOR REPIN

SOUND BY OLGA SUBBOTINA
VADIM RUDOBELETS

COSTUMES BY MARIA YURESCO

MAKE-UP BY ELENA ARSHINOVA
ELENA MAMEDOVA

CASTING BY LIKA LEONIDZE

EXECUTIVE PRODUCER
GALINA NAKHIMOVSKAYA

POST-PRODUCTION BY
ALENA KORNEEVA

LINE PRODUCERS - VAZGEN KHACHATRYAN
ALEXANDER MARTYNOV

PRODUCER
ARAM MOVSESYAN

PRODUCER
ELENA DENISEVICH

GENERAL PRODUCERS
RUBEN DISHDISHYAN

LEONARD BLAVATNIK
NELLI YARALOVA

a film by TIMUR ALPATOV

THE GOLDEN HORDE

Episode Eight

How could you and Fyodor

miss each other?

Our woods have only one road
to Pereyaslavl.

What are you hinting at?

Alright, that's enough. Go.

I'm just thinking

how some barbarian pulled
the wool

over the eyes of such clever fox
like you.

Anyway, that's to your benefit.

Right?

Now you're the sole heir.

Father saved my life
and didn't give me over to the pagans.

I'll tear to pieces anyone
who harms him or Daniil! Get it?

Let me go, madman!

It was a joke.

It's fine that the slant-eye demon
doesn't call you.

They feed you and don't force you
to work.

You wielded a needle more
often back in Suzdal.

Why are you in such a hurry
to condemn your soul?

Get up! The lady is coming here.

Come closer.

Gather up.
And make yourself presentable.

Today you'll face your new master.

I don't understand, Honorable one.

You don't need to.

You need only to obey.
Khan Mengu gives you to another man.

His friend commander Nogai.

He doesn't need you anymore.

You may look at the wife
of the Khan only through reflection.

Don't turn around no matter
what happens.

Don't mourn, my lady.

They both are horned demons.

Perhaps the other one will turn
out better.

Khan Mengu-Timur.

I want you to put on your
best dress.

Does the Khan want his present
to be decorated?

You're too precious gift.

I've decided to keep you
for myself.

I don't understand.

How can he give up such a woman

for a skinny, frightened child?

Do your duty, executioner.

Scream!

Scream!

No!

No!

No!

Where is that Russian wench?

Mengu-Timur called her to him.

And she's yet to return.

Good night, Ush-khatun.

Or is it morning?
I've lost track of time.

You honey-mouthed snake!

And then I believed

that you submitted
and learned your place finally.

Pack up, you'll leave
the headquarters today.

Wait, Honorable one.

I'm taking the Princess.

- She'll get a separate marquee.
- Is that Khan Mengu's order?

No. It's Great Khan Berke's order.

He has learned of the daughter-in-law
of Yaroslav himself in Mengu's harem

and ordered to arrange for
all possible comfort to her.

She smiles in her sleep.

Does it mean she's better?

It is the artist's drawing.

He has returned her smile to her.

Let the artist come here
and draw her portrait

until Aizhan-khatun gets better.

Open the gate!

Open the gate!

Where is my son?

Where is my son?

I'm asking you, where is my son?

The cursed Polovtsians captured him!

They asked to give them the city
in exchange for the young Prince

but the Princess didn't open
the gate.

What did you say?

The Princess didn't open the gate.

She said you wouldn't do it.

Witch!

Witch!

She put a strong spell on you, Prince!

You gave up your son for a witch.

She'll call God's ire down on us.

Witch! Burn you in hellfire!

Take care of Nargiz,

put her in the upper rooms.

I want her to lack nothing.

Did you hear the Prince's order?

Thank you for protecting the city.

Call all the voevodes and captains.

- The Princes too?
- No. Not them.

I'm afraid I'd kill them both.
Hurry up!

Thank god, sir!
I thought you wouldn't come.

How many warriors are ready
to march out with me today?

Not many. Everyone is tired
after the journey.

They can be up in the saddle
no sooner than tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

And these are my best warriors?

They are all you have.

They protected one of your sons

and the other's capture
is not their fault.

Choose 30 men,
the best ones from each hundred.

They shall be ready to march out
with me against the Polovtsians.

You'll stay in Vladimir.
Guard Nargiz.

You didn't even greet me.

You turned your back on
your husband who returned victorious.

If a kinless slave's love is
a victory then yes.

You are to be congratulated.

Isn't your son too high a price
for this victory?

Were you to hurry to Vladimir,

your son would've been here now,
safe and sound.

We wouldn't be here in time anyway.

Shigarkan calculated everything.

People will never accept you.
You'll be afraid for her life always.

Because every dirt,

every boyar or a small time noble
will reproach you with her.

They also though you a gold digger
who got a grip on the young Prince.

And the late Princess -
a victim of your evil spells.

And who remembers
my first wife now?

- Even I've forgotten her.
- Do you intend to put her on the throne?

Do you hope no one would
remember me?

Me, who have just given
her only son

for their lives and freedom?

Nargiz will stay here.

If you stop your hysterics
and refrain from harming her,

your position won't change.

Do you want me to come to terms
with being a cheated wife?

To endure their derision

and pitying looks?

Me, the Great Princess?

You're only the Princess
while I want it.

How could it be, my lady?

What have we come to!

The Prince ordered to give the entire
upper room to that shameless witch!

Like she's some boyar lady!

And to make dresses for her!

Do you hear me, my lady?

God! My lady!

How many times have I told you,
Mashka - taste it first.

Marfa-khanum,

I'm back.

Go knead it.

If you put too much salt like
the last time, I'll make you eat it raw.

May I help?

I can stock the fire.

Katya, finish up the goose
and stock the fire.

What can you do
that a man loses his head completely?

Come, lady! I'll show you
your rooms.

- My rooms?
- Yes.

The entire upper rooms are given
to her now.

Lady, come quick!
The Princess is ill!

How well you do your magic.

We need an insider in
the war camp.

Can your relative help us?

- Leave him alone.
- Why?

If your brother isn't in it,
the rest won't follow you.

I said, no.

Really, Trishka,

leave his brother out of it.

I'll help you. I can roam
the headquarters freely.

Wow!

Why would you risk your hide?

I have my reason.

Which is?

As good as yours is.

And what do you think is my reason?

A clear one.

Wife and children.

Alright.

But be warned:

if you betray us,
I'll strangle you myself.

Nikolka!

Berke has allowed you
to visit his wife's tent

until you finish drawing
her portrait.

Did she ask him? Aizhan?

No, not her. I did.

You?

Thank you, Zeineb!

Hurry up then.

If it's so important to you.

My lady, I'm begging for your help!

Kekhar-khatun has been punished.

And she's long repentant
about her frenzied action.

You have kind eyes

which means your heart is also kind.

Kekhar is a victim of her love
for the Khan.

Don't take it on your conscience.

Help her, I'm begging you!

Talk to him.

I have no right to ask him.

He will do anything for you.
Just say a word.

I'm begging you.

Hello, my lady.

I went to see Aizhan-khatun.

I pray to the gods she'd come
to your defence before the Khan.

She won't have heart to do that.

And it's useless anyway.

Hello, Kekhar.

Hello, Musab.

He'll order to execute you,

so beautiful,

so tender and helpless.

Kekhar,

let me help you.

Run away with me.

At midnight horses will wait
for us.

I'll take you to a safe place.

And he'll never,

never find you.

I see love in your eyes.

For the first time I see love
in a man's eyes.

And I feel you won't betray me.

So you'll do everything quickly

when the time comes.

Go.

Speak.

She's a witch, Great One.

A witch for sure. It's truly said
that Kekhar-khatun has 9 lives.

- She's alive?
- Yes.

I believe in neither witchery
nor heavens' blessing.

I hope that when
the drawing is done,

the lady will be willing to burn it?

Why?

You know why.

The face of Great Khan's wife

must regale no one
but the Khan himself.

Then I'll give the drawing
to the Khan.

From now on I want Aisha
and Zeineb to sit behind the drapery.

Prying eyes unsettle the artist

and distract him from work.

You've managed to see so much.

Bakhar-agha, could you talk
to the Khan?

I don't ask anyone to leave
the marquee.

I see you've almost recovered.

So the Khan might come
to you tonight.

Then you'll tell it to him yourself.

Hello.

I can't stop thinking of you.

I just didn't want to worry my dove.

I frightened you

at our first night.

Ask anything you want.

I'm begging you,

spare Kekhar-khatun.

I have no ill will against her.

By making an attempt on your life

she tried to rob me.

You wanted to see me, Great Khan?

Order the executioner

to prepare Kekhar-khatun to die.

And one more thing.

I want to see the Russian artist.

It will be done, Great Khan.

The Great Khan has ordered
to execute you in secret.

Leave us for a while, Saadat.

Don't worry,

come morning,
this man will take my life anyway.

Kekhar,

run away with me.

The horses are ready.

I'll get you past the guards.

I'm begging you!

No need.

She's back.

I know. He ordered to put her
in the upper rooms.

I wouldn't be surprised if Yaroslav
has already told Radmila to pack up.

Radmila is in high esteem now.

Would he dare to send her away
after she didn't give the city up?

But he dared to get the Tatar girl
back from the convent.

Even though he knew
the people wouldn't accept her.

Soon Yaroslav might announce
the girl as the new Princess.

Let him.
I don't care about his women.

You should.

If it happens,

you might get the Tatar girl as
a strong enemy.

What should we do then?

You're awake, my dear.

There...

There's nettle, buckwheat,
and lungwort tisane.

You'll get better right away.

Did the Prince come?

No, dear.

I see.

What happened to me?

I guess, exhaustion and
grief together knocked me down.

The metropolitan came.
He said a prayer

for your health and
against demonic witchery.

I guess he agreed with me.

- Agreed about what?
- That you were hexed.

And the Tatar witch was the one
who did it.

She must me a witch.
How else she bewitched the Prince?

It's nonsense and fish wives' tales.

There, these are given for you
for now.

The seamstress will come tomorrow
to take your measures.

Whose are these?

Late Princess Anastasiya,
Prince Yaroslav's sister.

She died a maiden of 14.

Just before her wedding.

These rooms were hers back then.

- How did she die?
- They said she was hexed.

She was promised to
the Byzantium prince.

Many were against that wedding.

Leave us.

I need to leave.

Will you go get the young Prince?

Yes. It's my fault that...

This is fate testing us
with hardships.

Be careful, do you hear me?
Don't leave your rooms.

I'll leave Eremei to watch out
over you.

Take me with you.

You are already with me.

Right here.

I'll be back soon.

We'll baptize you,

give you a new name

and people will forget for ever
that you've been a stranger.

Go.

Hello, Father.

Good morning, Prince.

I'm ready to bless your march.

Alright. I'll line up everyone
in the yard.

One more thing.

Wouldn't it be better
to send the girl back to the convent?

It'll be safer both for her
and for you.

She'll stay here.

Whether you like it or not.

This girl has already invoked misery
on you, your house, and your land.

What else is it but God's wrath?

My eldest son brought
that misery upon us.

And your job is to pray for
the Great Prince and his troops' victory.

I'm ready to obey your will,

Prince Yaroslav.

I came to say goodbye.

We're marching out.

Godspeed.

You hate me.

He's my son too.

It's easier for you, Prince.

If something happens,
you've got the other son left.

And I won't have anyone.

I'll get his back, do you hear me?

I swear.

I'll get his back.

Vladimir!

Where's Boris?

Boris fell ill.
He can hardly mount up.

Father!

We have a hard march ahead of us.

We don't need weaklings.

- Mount up!
- Mount up!

Forgive me, Father,
if I've offended you in some way.

On me!

Godspeed!

Prince!

He didn't even come
to see me die.

Do your bit, executioner.

You promised
you would never betray me.

Do it.

Great Khan,

the artist is here as
you've ordered.

Leave us.

Aizhan didn't mention you were mute.

Aizhan-khatun had no reason
to know

whether I could talk.

- We've never talked.
- Is that so?

How did you cheer her up then?

Speak up, don't fear.

Women like to be sketched.

Then their most precious possession

wouldn't be lost with age.

Most precious possession?
What is that?

Their beauty.

Is she beautiful then, my Aizhan?

She's certainly thinks she is.

Although she's sad.

She's surely a weeper.

And also thin as a rake...

I'm not angry.

Give me some advice

on how to cheer her up.

Let her leave the marquee,

sing and dance at celebrations.

She has never seen anything
but her father's porch.

And then she ended up in
a jam!

I mean, got married.

Let her see that her life
with her husband

can be safe and merry.

Your advice is wise.

Until now I've treated my women
with jewelry and a whip.

And all of them like it.

Do you think this isn't the way
with her?

Very much not the way!

Or else we'll be awash
with her tears.

Go work.

I'll come later to take a look.

I have good news for you,
my precious.

Kekhar-khatun was executed.

You asked to spare her

but I could not leave her
actions unpunished.

This ring I gave

to Kekhar-khatun when she became
my favorite wife.

It's your now.

I talked to the artist.

He has reproved me
that I keep you like a bird in a cage.

From now on you will be able
leave your marquee

escorted by your maids.