All language subtitles for Ekaterina - Favority - 2023 - Sesong 4 - EP 2 - HD 1920x1080p - MrMittens

(Music playing.)

- Don't beat yourself up about it.
I did what I had to do.

Any person with common sense
would understand that.

- I don't know if that's right.

Elizabeth Petrovna also took my son from me.
from infancy.

She thought to raise
a worthy ruler.

- Mother, she didn't give birth.

She's not a mother by nature,
She doesn't know the feeling of motherhood.

That's why Paul was in such trouble.
happened.

You're a different story, Katish.

You have a maternal, kind,
compassionate, broad soul.

You'll find a word for everyone,
and comfort to each one.

You care about Russia, and you don't want to do anything
you wouldn't do anything bad to them.

- I'm afraid, Vanechka,
that I'm leaving the boys without a father.

Pavel Petrovich, though
is not a good ruler,

but he's a good father.
He loves his kids, I can't take that away from him.

- Mother, if you will allow me,
I will take this duty upon myself.

I'm going to set a true
to set a real manly example.

They've been like my own babies
they've been like my own babies.

You believe it, don't you? I'm hooked on them.

- Do you love me?

- With all my heart.

- Your Highness,
you need to rest.

You've been here all night.
- No. No.

It can't be.

There must have been
some records, some documents.

At least the diaries of my grandmother,
Empress Elizabeth Petrovna.

She wouldn't. She would not
raise you like an emperor

someone else's baby. Isn't that right?!
- Your Highness.

- Nikolai Ivanovich,
why did she say that?

Were you aware of this rumor?

- Those words were spoken
in the heat of an argument.

The fruit of a woman's vindictiveness,
irritability.

Besides, I've been at court too long
to trust rumors.

- No! There's some kind of mystery here.
And I have to know for sure!

I'm not an imposter.

I have no intention of becoming
usurper

and be illegitimately crowned,
like my mother.

If Friedrich finds out?

I'm gonna be able to get my hands
to lay hands on myself?

I swear to God,
that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

- Pavel Petrovich,
what are you saying?

- Nikolai Ivanovich, I...
I implore you--

if there's anything that can
to confirm or deny

the words of the Empress.
I can't leave Gatchina, but you!...

The archives hold a huge amount
of documents.

Promise me that you'll get in there
and do a thorough background check.

Especially my grandmother's archives.

- You can rely on me
in this matter, Your Highness.

Thank you, my good man. Go now.
I'll call you if I need you.

What a problem you've given me,
Pavel Petrovich.

- Not every problem is destined to be
to be solved, Nikolai Ivanovich.

If you're looking for letters from the time of the Grand Duke's birth
of the Grand Duke's birth,

so if I were you.
I wouldn't trust any of these things,

whatever you find.
- What are you supposed to trust?

- The official version.

You remember yourself--

Elizabeth Petrovna was susceptible
to momentary moods,

was often annoyed
by Tsarevich Peter.

And in the heat of the moment, she could write
anything.

Upset by his feelings
Pavel Petrovich?

- Pavel Petrovich asked me to shed
the mystery of his birth.

- There's no mystery.

If you want, I'll make a file myself.
of everything Pavel Petrovich will read

with great pleasure.
- Please.

- Your Lordship!
How good to see you!

You're the only one
all my hopes.

Tell me, did you get the archive?
- Here's everything I could find,

but no copies have been made, so we're gonna have
to put everything back in the vault.

- Thank you. Thank you.
Don't worry.

I think by tomorrow night.
you'll be able to put everything back in place.

- Whoa! Stop!

(Crow cawing.)

- Dear brothers,
allow me to present to you

another brother
of sufficiently high rank,

who came to us from abroad.

Brother Triesto,
show yourself to the High Council.

Triesto's brother is an outstanding musician,
a virtuoso violinist.

I hope that soon we'll be inviting you
to his concerts soon.

I also hope that you,
dear brothers,

help a new member of our community
to settle in Russia,

where he intends to continue to serve
our cause and our ideas.

Please meet me.

Brother Triesto, let me introduce you.
a friend of mine, a journalist,

publisher - Nikolai Ivanovich Novikov.

- Luca Giatti.
- Welcome to Russia!

- Thank you.

(Reads to himself.)

- "This child,
"resting in a cradle,

is the pillar of the throne.
October, 1754."

The pillar of the throne...

- I am at your service, Your Highness.

- Come in, Count. I've been expecting you.
- Have you found something?

- Nothing. All my mother's words
is vile nonsense.

I've studied Elizabeth Petrovna's diaries,
and they're quite detailed.

There's not a single questionable
mention of my ancestry.

I'm my father's son.
You didn't find anything either, did you?

- No. But I didn't have
any doubts.

"This child, resting in a cradle,
"is the support of the throne.

October, 1754."

- Not before you, Pavel Petrovich.

- I don't know
when you'll have time for me.

You cast me into the darkness, making me question
to question who I am.

But I did my own
investigation.

I've been going through all the diaries and notes
of my late grandmother,

of the Empress Elizabeth Petrovna,

and I couldn't find
a word of mention

that I am not the son
of Pyotr Fedorovich.

Don't deny the obvious:
I look like him in body and face.

Everything about me is from him and nothing from you.

You hated my father.
And now I am persecuted and unloved by you.

- I wanted to love you.

- But you gave up your mother's
to take my throne.

- I advise you to look into
of offensive gossip,

that will haunt you
for the rest of your life.

You want to rule, you will.
Just in your own time.

- After you're dead.
- Which you're looking forward to. my son?

- Thank you. I'm satisfied.
- I forbade you to leave Gatchina.

- You have no right to forbid me anything
in this country. I wish you well.

Catherine:
- No one will know the truth now.

- Thus, King George is making
a de facto condition

all European countries
and Russia included:

to cut off trade
with American lands,

thus depriving the rioters
of all necessary goods.

- Well, good for them.

- I apologize:
what's good here?

The trade in sailcloth
and other goods brings Russia

up to 100 thousand rubles a year.

- Mother, may I?

The sailcloth trade is good,
but you have to think outside the box.

England's rebellious colonies
are setting a bad example.

God forbid our newfound lands
of our newfound lands to secede.

- What?
- I'm talking about

that the Turkish Sultan sleeps and dreams,
to regain his lost lands.

A raven circling, muddying the waters.
Who does the Sultan listen to?

Only one King George
who keeps him on a golden leash.

And so it appears,
that by backing England in America,

we'll keep our south safe.
Besides, Ambassador Garris has confirmed,

that for every one of our soldiers
England will pay us well.

- Chill out, my dear friend,
chill out a little.

You're taking on too much,
and you don't see what's important.

England may have influence over the Turks,
but always pursues her own interest

and in the fight against Turkey out of gratitude
will not help us.

As for the soldiers, know this:

Russia doesn't trade its soldiers.

So shut up, you don't have
to be sticking your nose in these things.

- Start!

That's great! That's great!

- Has the poor plant done something
wrong, Ivan Nikolayevich?

Or did it just become
an outlet for your passion?

I think your fire could be
in a different direction,

one that can hold him back.

Or burn in that fire.

Ivan Nikolayevich!

We could be seen.

Not here, not here, my darling.

I'll let you know.

- Brother, Brusikha
is having an affair with Vanya Korsakov.

- How do you know?
- I know, you bet I do.

And I also know that it was not without reason that the Empress
was so angry with my uncle.

- Didn't she find out about your suffering over him.
she found out?

- Leave it, there's no point
these injections of yours.

I'm sure it was Brusicha
who slandered him.

I mean, she's got that kind of will now,
she's not afraid of anyone--

not a husband, not the Lord God.

- Is that it?
- Yes, that's how.

- Tell you what, Alexandra, why don't you
don't tell anyone else about this,

so that no rumor may reach the Empress.

In the meantime, we'll figure out what to do.

Go on.

- The outposts around Gatchina
with the utmost care,

but Pavel Petrovich himself
doesn't show much desire to leave.

- If he calms down, he'll back off.

Stepan Ivanovich, and from the outside.
I didn't do a very hard thing

with Mr. Korsakov at the council?

- I hadn't noticed, Your Majesty.

I'm of the opinion that you should beat your own people,
so that others will be afraid.

- From the head of the Secret Expedition.
sounds terrifying.

- Your Majesty, it's all about
Mr. Novikov's publisher.

Last time you read the feuilletons,
and now there are new ones.

And he's letting it all out in the open,
the bastard.

- I'm not good enough for them, I'm not good enough for them.

- That's what I'm saying.

I'd like to cool things down a bit
Mr. Journalist.

He's in the waiting room, by the way,
so I thought I'd preempt.

- Nikolai Ivanovich, hello.

- Empress Catherine Alexeevna,

the reason for my bold
for my bold visit to you.

I request permission to print a print run.

- I read some of the feuilletons,
Mr. Publisher,

and I would like to point out that it's not the faces that should be ridiculed.
not faces, but their vices.

- Exactly, Your Majesty, I'll keep it in mind.

But if it doesn't contradict
the direct task of satire:

"mockery to rule the temper."

- My good lord, you should be living as a subject
as a subject of Frederick the Great,

of my uncle, the King of Prussia,

you'd sing hallelujah to the monarchy
hallelujah to the monarchy.

And I am a victim of enlightenment.

My soul is broad, my character is soft.

Print it.

- Madam!

Thank you.

- Stepan Ivanovich, don't get angry.
We're not living under Ivan the Terrible.

- We're playing liberalism,
European trendsetter!

The only thing left to do is to bring this filth
to get on the board.

- I see. So we're gonna stop
on Novikov is terminated.

- Don't stop anything!

The surveillance of Novikov's publishing house
and himself to continue,

to report his every move to me
immediately. Immediately!

We'll fuck up the whole of Russia.

- Permission from the sovereign
to print a new magazine

doesn't give me an indulgence.

Universal enlightenment, free-thinking.
it's all just lip service.

In fact, Sheshkovsky's spies are everywhere.

We need the support
of enlightened Europe.

- Which is why we're hoping
to attract to our ranks

heir to the throne.

And now is exactly
the perfect time:

he's alone, locked up in Gatchina,

he's also surrounded
by Sheshkovsky's henchmen.

- I don't agree with you,
Brother Bernardo.

You see, right now.
Pavel Petrovich needs our support.

- Brothers, I apologize.

I dare to offer
my humble services.

If you were to organize
my concert in Gatchina,

we might learn
the Grand Duke's intentions

in a family environment
without arousing suspicion.

Letter: "My sovereign, I notify you,

that the Freemasons of St. Petersburg -
the writer Novikov and Count Stroganoff -

are working on the idea of bringing
Paul into their ranks.

For this purpose, they agreed
to organize my concert in Gatchina."

- Praskovya Alexandrovna, what about us?

No, no, no, no, they can come in here.
- And that's what's so invigorating.

Danger fills the blood with fire.

Can't you feel it?
The whole yard is a marsh, a swamp.

This one's a real fire.

- Countess, I don't want us to burn down the palace
the palace with our fire.

- Lucky bastard.

Turn it in.

- Uncle. Grigory Alexandrovich.

This is not a good time
to be so calm right now.

Korsakov is already
on the council of state.

And if he and Bruce
form a coalition,

they're just as likely to whisper
they'll be whispering about a coup d'etat.

- Don't get too excited, either.

Neither one of them is smart enough
even if you put them in the same bucket.

- Grigory Alexandrovich...
- But you're right: it's not the case that Brussha

has such power over Vanya.

We must change the favorite. But the Empress
must not be left alone.

- Grigory Alexandrovich, Lansky.

- Permission to report,
your ladyship!

An urgent dispatch
from Lieutenant General Suvorov.

- It's good.

That's a hell of a guy.

Scorched by the Crimean sun,
dusted with dust.

Come on. What is it?

- Alexander Vasilyevich
requested as soon as possible

to inform the sovereign.
and make a decision.

- Well, if you asked me to hurry,
then ride to the palace.

- How? By yourself?
- Why by yourself?

You'll ride with our nephew.
Yes, Alexander Nikolayevich?

The Empress will have questions.
You will answer them at once.

- I've been bouncing around all week,
Your Grace. I'm dusty.

- It's all right. Mother will put up with it
from a fighting officer.

One foot here, one foot there!

- King of Epirus,
how did you sleep this night, my soul?

- Thank you, Mother. Like a baby.

- Yes? What time did you get back to your quarters?
They sent for you and didn't find you.

- So I took a walk, Mother,
just before I went to bed,

with the cool air
to relieve his headache.

- Why didn't you call the medicus?
- I didn't want to alarm anyone.

Next time you tell me to do it.
I'll send for Rogerson first thing.

- Are you, brother?

Lieutenant...

Do you remember Austria?
When Her Majesty was lost.

I'm the one who got you in trouble.

I'm sorry, brother.

I can see that that incident didn't affect
on your career.

Now we both serve the Mother Sovereign.
close at hand.

- Her Imperial Majesty
please come to the study.

- And aren't you that Company Sergeant Lansky,

who was with his liege
in Austria?

- Thank you for the memory, Empress.

- It was a glorious masquerade.

Not much news.
Crimea has never been a quiet corner,

that's why we're on it.
What's the emergency?

- If I may, Empress.
Grigory Alexandrovich has repeatedly

stated the need to move as quickly as possible
rapprochement

with Shagin-Girey. He is the only one
of the Crimean beys,

who seek support from us.
Brothers-- especially Devlet-Girey--

dreaming of the Sultan's return.

- If it's such a big deal,
why is your great uncle

doesn't report it personally?

I have no idea
what General Suvorov wants.

- Alexander Vasilyevich
is asking for reinforcements.

He sees the need to increase
the number of our troops in the Crimea.

- God have mercy, Mother. The Turks
are just waiting for this. This is war.

Alexander Vasilyevich can't wait to put
to put the heads of Russian soldiers

for his own glory.
- Not true, Your Majesty!

Alexander Vasilyevich treats his soldiers
as if they were his own children.

Just like his sovereign mother.
to her subjects.

- The captain has just returned
from Alexander Vasilyevich's bet.

Straight from the battlefield.

- Then tell us,
Mr. captain,

what's really going on in Crimea?

- My fault, Your Majesty.
Untrained. I'll tell it like it is:

The Turks are hardly ready for war
I don't think the Turks are ready for war.

Only enough for sneaky raids

and to set up strife
between the Crimean khans.

But it could go up in flames any minute.
That's what worries General Suvarov.

He cares for his country,
Your Majesty.

- Here's my solution.

I order General Suvorov
to move with the army to the Kuban -

to pull troops off the peninsula.

We'll pretend
that we care about the treaty with Turkey.

I think this will make Shagin happy.

We will show that Crimea
is completely within his grasp.

- Sultan can't stand Shagin's guts.
and will destroy him unhindered.

- Let's see what he's willing to do
and what he's worth without our bayonets.

Prepare the order.
And the captain will deliver it immediately.

Wait in the waiting room.

- Lieutenant!
I'm afraid you won't be able to rest.

Go to the Prince,
and from there go straight to the Crimea.

- Your Excellency!..
Alexander Nikolayevich,

and what, the adjutant general has an understanding
about military strategy?

- He, uh. he knows other things.
A word of advice for you in the future:

Staring at the Empress
is a sign of bad breeding.

- My bad. I couldn't resist.

The Empress is so brave and far-sighted:
with one decision she saved the army,

and the loyalty of the Tatar Khan
to test the loyalty of the Tatar Khan.

- Go on.

- Let's go, Alexander Pavlovich...

- It's hot in the sun. Let's go,
let's go to the palace, it's cooler there.

- Your Ladyship! Countess!

You don't find the weather today
perfect for a walk today?

I think it would be very useful for the young tsarevitch
for the Tsarevich to breathe fresh air.

- I guess.

Ah, it's just painfully stuffy for me.
Even dizzy.

And your legs are aching.
- So rest in the shade. In the gazebo.

Let me walk you out.

- Don't think about it, I beg you.

- At any moment, we could be...
- Trust your passion.

Catherine: - What's our hurry?

- Come on, let's rest.
I'll read to you, you love it.

- Sashenka, how did you decide to read to me,
if you didn't bring a book with you?

- And I'll run away, Mother.
I'll be back in a jiffy,

you won't miss me.
- Uh-huh.

- Take it. Take it, take it!
Wave.

Go ahead, General.

- Ivan Nikolayevich? Here?...

- Mother, I myself. Here.

- I feel sick. I can't see straight.
Everything's blurry.

If it hadn't been for Ivan Nikolayevich -
I don't know if I'd still be alive.

- Get Rogerson.
It's no good for the princess to be lying here.

Ivan Nikolayevich, have you had enough? Let's go.

- Well, if you'll excuse me.
I'll send for a medic.

I hope he's not busy
and you'll be able to wait for him.

- Vanechka!
Why are you doing this to me now?...

If you spin, you'll get dizzy.
That's enough. Leave me alone.

- I will not, Mother, I will not.
- King of Epirus! - Only if you do.

- Come on! Do you love me?
- I do, Mother.

- Why do you love me?
- I do.

- Huh? You love one?
- The only one!

- Why do you love me?
- I love you all-- all of you.

I love your wisdom. I love your strength.
Thy caring heart.

I love you, Mother. I'm worried:
You're so much on you - the whole country,

the whole empire!
- Ah!

- I want to help you, Mother.

If you give me the will, I'll help the prince
with the Greek project,

and I can fill in for you on Novorossiya.

Just give me the will, Mother.
I can do anything!

- The Empress doesn't realize
that without Russian troops

Crimea will be overrun
a new internecine war!

- Shagin Khan, the Turks
have not yet recovered from their defeat

and will honor the peace that has been made.
They won't go to the peninsula.

And without the Sultan here, your enemies
will not be able to present a serious force.

And I'm doing it: we're close.

At your disposal
there will be a detachment of our soldiers

led by Captain Lansky.

- As the French say...
(Speaks French.)

Don't try to advise someone
who has made a decision.

I wish you a safe transition.
- Thank you.

- Great Sultan!
Russian General Suvorov left Crimea

and withdrew to the Kuban.
Potemkin is stuck in St. Petersburg

under the hem of their Empress.
They don't seem to know,

why they need Crimea.
- They don't.

The Russian Empress
is not as simple as she seems.

All right, well, let's get ready
and get our strength back.

And that kafir Shagin
I'm not going to put up with him anymore.

I'm gonna-- I'm gonna crush him.

- Followed by the Russian czarina.
This is a declaration of war, my lord.

- I know.

But you have to show this woman
that she can't compete

with real men.

We must show her the power and might
of the glittering Porte.

- Shagin-Girey must disappear
from the chessboard.

I have an idea about that.

(Horse neighs.)

Turkish: - Praise be to Allah,
the great and merciful.

Glad to receive the ambassador of the great Porte.
- Thank you, honorable Shagin-Girey.

By the grace of Allah, great Sultan,
Lord of the High Porte,

may his days be long,
sends his gift

to the Khan of the blessed Crimea
as a token of his esteem

and in hopes of liberating
his lands

from the Russian military presence.

Let there be peace on this earth.

A great sultan brings as a gift
the pearl of his harem -

the incomparable Karai-Alan.

- Welcome, dear guests.

Taste
of our Tatar hospitality.

- Guards!

Guards!
- Guards!

- These are the gifts
the Sultan has prepared for me.

Allah is my witness.
He left me no choice!

Tomorrow, I want the Turkish ambassador
and that devil! In public!

- This is a hasty decision, Khan.
The Sultan will not forgive it.

- You saved my life,
and I'm very grateful for that.

But if I don't show my will now,
what kind of Khan would I be?

The Sultan must see my anger.

- How glad I am to have your participation in my
little request, dear Count.

Madam.
- I'm honored, I, uh.

My knowledge of
literature and painting

will help you decide which one to choose.

It's all the more gratifying to do a favor
to one of the most educated

and the most influential people
of our time.

- Oh, come on, come on.

With your help, I'd like to put together
to build a collection like this,

so that the whole of enlightened Europe
to gasp.

- You know, General,
we shouldn't forget

that Europe has a very keen eye
cultural level

not just the big yard,
but also the small yard.

And the state of cultural life
of Pavel Petrovich's cultural life is quite deplorable.

- Yeah? Really?
- Yes.

We've just had a recent visit
a famous violinist from Europe -

Luca... Jatti, yes!

And I'm sure that you,
and Pavel Petrovich--

also a big violin enthusiast--

it would be a great pleasure
to hear him.

Maybe we could, uh. play together.

- A violin duet? - Yes! (Laughs)
- And who will be the first violinist?

I shall make every effort to take
Her Majesty's permission

to organize a concert like this.
- That's a great idea.

- Pardon me, your ladyship.
They asked me to give you this.

- Dear Count. Madam.

But!

- A midnight rendezvous has been arranged.
The notes were passed through the servants.

- Uncle ordered
to get Savishna to help.

Catherine: - And now my heart
is out of place.

They're not my sins,
but I feel bad about them.

Why don't you say something? You're looking at your watch.

- I don't know, Mother,
whether to tell you or not,

so you don't get upset,
you'll find out anyway.

- Go ahead. What's the holdup?

- Sashenka Engelhard told me,

that Brucieha took such
that Brucieha took such liberties,

which is right in the palace,
in the guest wing,

is making amorous dates for herself

with a person you know.

- Rolling... Mother.

- Mother...

Mother, I'm sorry.

Forgive and have mercy, Mother.
Mother, Mother...

Mother, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Mother!
I'm sorry.

(Kisses feet.)

Mother. Mother, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Mother!

Mother, I'm sorry! Katisha, no!

No, Katish! Forgive me, mother!
Forgive and have mercy, mother! Forgive me!

I'm sorry, Mother!