All language subtitles for War.and.Peace.1972.S01E05.EN

General Sabahri to see you, sire.

You may show him in.

Sir.

What are the conditions like?

Mud.

Everywhere, sire.

Hmm.

Mud follows the army like a fox.

Are the troops in good spirits?

Excellent.

It gives them great heart to have you so
close.

I have an errand for you.

The Emperor Alexander has arrived at
Kutuzov's camp at Olmütz.

The Austrian Emperor is there too.

Yes, but since he's lost his capital he's
largely a decoration.

I want you to take this letter to the
Emperor Alexander.

Tell him...

Having heard of his arrival at his army,
I have sent you to salute him in my name.

Plus an army of 73,000 French soldiers.

That's not the point.

I like to pay these courtesies.

I want him to see that I
bear him no grudge despite

the fact that he takes
part in a war against me.

There is no concern of his.

Shall I make that point?

I've made it in the letter.

You may add to it.

You can say.

You've heard me complain quietly to my
closest advisors how his presence here

beside the Austrian Emperor wounds and
bewilders me.

Yes, sir.

It is no less than the truth.

Stay as long as you can without seeming to
spy.

If I return without having
at least one Russian

dinner you may count me
as no more than a messenger.

We might make you one then.

You want to know how they
view us, how the Russians get on

with the Austrians and whether
Kutuzov is confident or wary.

Kutuzov will always be wary.

It's simply a matter of how far his view
will prevail.

I leave it to you.

You know the sort of thing I like to know
before a battle.

Yes, sir.

Good.

Then ask my secretary to come in.

Near Elchingen.

November the 25th, 1805.

6.30 in the morning.

Soldiers of the Grand Army.

We have won one campaign.

You have expelled the troops of the House
of Austria from Bavaria.

Half that army has been annihilated.

You owe this success your unbounded
confidence in your emperor, your

supporting fatigues and privations and
your unique bravery.

Now the remnants of the Austrian army have
been joined by a Russian army which the

gold of England has transported from the
extremities of the universe.

They will undergo the same fate.

I promise you.

In the second campaign
we shall be victorious

with the least possible
shedding of blood.

My soldiers are my children.

See that that is posted for all regiments
by noon.

Yes, sir.

We shall sleep till 8.30.

What's up?

Where are you off to?

Hohenmootz.

To see my cousin Boris.

He's in the guards and they've just come
up.

Oh, you've got a cousin in the guards.

You don't want to know about us,
then?

I'm not so sure you'll want to know me.

He's got a letter for me.

Oh, and some money from home.

Oh, that's different.

Make haste, then, old boy.

We're celebrating tonight, my promotion.

He'll probably want to celebrate himself
when he sees me.

I'll be as quick as I can.

You're such a popular chap, Wasthof,
you're very difficult to live with.

Oh, rubbish!

I'll try to save you some wine,
but you know what the cavalry's like.

Well, let's see you get out of that.

We shall try to.

Lieutenant de Bretzcoy.

Boris!

Nikolai!

Put this on for Nellie Couchier-Darmer.

Well, I wasn't expecting you today.

We don't waste time in the hussars.

How are you?

I'm fine.

How you've changed.

And you, my goodness, how smart you are.

Berg, you here too?

Hello, Count, what's all this petty song
for?

There's a Russian nurse we used to have.

Mama tried to teach her French,
but that's all she ever managed.

I'm amazed.

I only sent that note off to you
yesterday.

That's the army post for you.

Swift as a bird.

Mind you, I did send it through Bolkonsky,
an adjutant of Kutuzov's.

He's a friend of mine.

There you are.

That's what comes of having powerful
friends.

Must be, what, six months nearly?

God, you look like a soldier.

And you, you look as cool and trim as if
you'd just come in from a stroll.

How was the march?

Oh, wonderful.

The Tsar came with us, so we had
everything.

Dinners, balls, receptions, I can't tell
you.

Oh, you dandies.

Not like us poor devils in the line.

Well, what about some wine?

Yes, if you really want some.

Here, there you are.

Berg, be a good chap.

Get a bottle up from the store.

No, no, I insist.

Let me, you're a guest.

But exactly, I'd have bought some myself
if I had the money.

I've got it.

Here, Berg.

Take this.

Bring us two.

My, they sent you a tidy sum, didn't they?

You've really changed, honestly.

Well, so have you.

What's in this damn thing?

Don't catch cold, wear your vest at all
times and don't rush into things, I suppose.

Oh, what a brute I am.

I should have written home more often.

They all send you their love.

Especially Natasha.

Oh, that's all, you know...
Found someone else, have you?

What?

No, no.

But you know, Nicky, when
you're young... Yes, of course.

Trouble is, back home they think
everything remains the same.

Ah, what's this damn thing?

Oh, no.

What is it?

Isn't that just... a note of
recommendation to General Bagration.

What am I supposed to do with this?

What?

Use it.

What nonsense.

That's Mama for you.

God knows how much trouble she went to get
it.

Now, look, that can be useful to you.

What for?

To get some adjutant's job at Staff HQ?

Well, you could do worse.

Rubbish.

I'm nobody's lackey.

Still the same old idealist.

You're still the same old diplomat.

Yes.

Well, I had a good training.

Where?

Living in your house.

Oh, I didn't mean that unkindly,
Nicky.

Your family have been wonderful to me,
to my mother.

But we're not a poor relation.

No matter how kind people
are... Yes, of course, of course.

What a thing to be talking about.

Tell me, how are you?

Just as you see.

Everything's turning out really quite
well.

Although I confess I wouldn't mind being
made an adjutant.

But why?

It's so dull.

Oh.

Oh, no.

No.

I think if you are
going to go in for a

military career you
should try to make it as...

brilliant as you can.

I hope it comes off.

Yes, well... I think it may.

Principal Konsky, he got a note to you.

He's taken an interest in me and he's
trying...

to arrange a meeting with General
Dolgorukhov.

Wonderful!

You'll be an adjutant general,
yet I can see it.

Ah, here's Bert.

Bravo, Bert.

Where are the glasses?

That's it.

Well, well, well, fancy this.

I'll travel with you a lot.

I must say it was very fortunate.

We just had the best of everything.

Listen, I hear you were wounded.

Oh, it was nothing.

Slight scratch, that's all.

Did it leave a scar?

Yes, but it doesn't show.

Here.

Well, cheers.

To us... and to the Tsar.

To the Tsar.

So you were really in battle?

Well, of course.

Someone does actually get into the front
line, you know.

We were stationed on the edge of a wood
against the French right.

There was a good chance of them breaking
through there.

And the moment they did, we had to charge.

And they did?

Yes.

Within a couple of hours they made their
move.

I was beginning to think they'd never
come.

But Denisov said they would.

He's a wonderful chap.

Commands our squadron.

Absolutely fearless.

And what happened?

We saw them coming towards us.

Line upon line of blue-coated soldiers.

At first I didn't know what they were.

Cattle or something.

After all, you never really expect to see
the enemy.

Anyway, Denisov waited
till they were strung out,

easy to handle, gave
the order and off we went.

But what actually did you do?

We just bore down on them.

Cutting right and left with our sabres.

Of course we scattered the infantry.

But what we didn't know was that there was
a regiment of artillery behind them.

My God, what did you do?

We just charged the guns and broke up the
whole emplacement.

I can't tell you what it's like to be in a
charge.

Prince Volkonsky.

Let me introduce my cousin, Count Rostov.

How do you do?

You were talking of the affair at
Chernograd?

Yes.

You were there?

I was.

Please go on.

One hears so few stories from people who
actually took part.

And that's because they're usually the
most reticent, I suppose.

When you've done the thing you rarely feel
the need to talk about it.

Don't you agree?

You were saying what it was like to be in
a charge.

I'd finished.

Oh.

I had the impression there was still a
great deal to tell.

I've heard so many stories from people who
weren't there.

I'd have been delighted to hear one from
someone who was.

I dare say.

Our stories carry some weight.

They're not the tales of little staff upstarts
who get decorations for doing nothing.

In which group you include me?

I don't know you, and frankly I don't wish
to.

I'm talking about staff officers in
general.

You seem bent on insulting me.

However, since we're all likely tomorrow
to be involved in a much more serious duel

I won't allow myself to be provoked.

And if you have any sense, neither will
you.

I'm sorry, Drubetskoi.

Your friend seems to have taken a dislike
to me.

However, that's his affair.

I just came in to say that I'll see you on
Friday after the review.

I've managed to arrange an interview with
Dorgorukov.

Oh, thank you.

There was no need to be so... I
can't stand that kind of pompous idiot!

I'm sorry, Boris.

I'd better be going.

Well, goodbye.

Thank you for the letter and for the
money.

Oh, that's all right.

I'm sorry.

Goodbye, Karl.

How do the guys round look?

In good health?

Pale and drawn, I thought.

As though he had not been sleeping well.

Ah, the man who doesn't sleep well doesn't
fight well.

He's not as used as your majesty to living
in the field.

Why should he be?

It's my profession, not his.

He seems to be a figurehead.

I must say he does it very well.

You're more than generous to your enemies,
sire.

I don't regard him as my enemy.

The English...
they're my enemies.

They won't rest till they've destroyed me.

Well, I've destroyed them.

Trafalgar was a bitter blow.

Can't be everywhere.

Bill Nerve was a fool.

He had to prove himself
against the British fleet because

I'd criticized him for
inaction off Cape Finisterre.

I never told him to take on Nelson.

You didn't know he was in command.

But he sure don't.

There's no excuse for faulty intelligence.

However, battle lost is a battle lost.

We have one to win here.

And win by a few brilliant strokes.

What was your impression of the mood of
the Russian camp?

Very confident.

They think you've advanced too far.

Any fool can see that.

What are they going to do?

Attack or wait and see?

What's in the air there?

There's an enormous number of young
Russians there.

The Tsar brought them with him.

They talk wildly about the ambition of
France and how it is their duty to stop it.

The atmosphere is charged with excitement.

I see.

The Tsar is sending Dolgorukov to see me.

To repay the compliment you paid him by
sending me.

He will doubtless also talk peace terms
but really to keep his eyes and ears open.

We might fill those eyes and ears with the
right impression or the wrong one.

Of course.

The biggest problem is the Russians are
encamped on the Pratzen Heights.

If we must attack then we must.

If we could just draw them down.

How?

If they gained the impression
that we were weaker than they

supposed or that we were
trying to avoid an engagement.

That could be arranged.

What will you say to Dolgorukov?

Very little.

I shall listen.

Listen with a humility that he would
hardly expect from the Emperor of France.

These Austrian wines.

Something arrived from Paris recently.

I'll inquire, sir.

Guernsey Marshal's suit.

He's very abstemious but draws as big a
ration as the rest of us.

God knows what he does with it.

Your health, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Where did you get him?

Down by the river, sir.

Wagons, eh?

And what were you doing down by the river?

The corporal, monsieur.

Sent us to get food for the horses.

Patrolled, sir.

About 30 of them.

Feeling us out, that's all.

Turned tail and ran the moment they saw
us.

If you're a fine looking horse what are
you going to do with it?

Sell it.

Please, monsieur.

You will not hurt my horse.

We shan't hurt him, my man.

What do you think we are?

You've no more use for a horse.

How much do you want for it?

Two gold pieces, sir.

I think that's fair.

Damn, I haven't got enough.

What about you, Wasthof?

Do you want to buy him?

Monsieur, what will happen to my horse?

Do be quiet, old boy.

He'll be perfectly safe with us.

Yes, I'll take him.

Put him with the rest.

Thank you, sir.

Funny how they don't look so fierce when
you get up close to them.

The French, I mean.

You seem more concerned about his horse.

Yes.

I rather approve of that.

Can't be much wrong with a chap who thinks
more of his horse than he does of himself.

You seem a bit down in the mouth,
old friend.

Anything wrong?

No.

You seem to be brooding over something.

Oh, it's nothing.

You know, I went over to see my cousin a
couple of days ago.

I thought it was going to be a lot of fun
and it turned out to be awful.

Nearly always is with one's relations.

He's changed.

He's so damn spruce and ambitious.

Well, he's in the guards.

I know.

But then they started to ask me about the
charge at Sherngarden.

Well, I embroidered a bit and felt
disgusted with myself afterwards.

Don't worry, old chap.

We all do it.

Really?

You too, Denysov?

All the time, dear boy.

I'm the biggest liar in the camp.

Everyone knows.

What's that?

What regiment is this?

We're a squadron of the Pavlograd Hussars,
sire.

Was it the squadron who charged the French
at Sherngarden?

Yes, sire.

Were there many casualties?

About a third killed and wounded,
sire, but they've now been replaced.

What a terrible thing is war.

God bless you all.

Oh, God, I could die.

Die for him.

No one is to fall in love with the Tsar.

Don't joke, Denysov.

If we fought at Sherngarden, what won't we
do here?

I agree, my friend, I
agree, but I hear we

shall be reserved, so
you may not get a chance.

Oh, no!

There's no question.

Bonaparte has made a bad mistake.

He's come too far, and he knows it.

I saw evidence everywhere in the French
camp of hurried defensive preparation.

It confirms my impression that he would
rather avoid an engagement.

I'm certain of it.

And mind you, this man is subtle.

A combination of French finesse and
Italian play acting.

He received me with a
courtesy which could only be

false, stemming from a
situation of great uncertainty.

Prince Dolgorukov.

Ah, Bolkonsky.

Is His Excellency ready to begin?

General Kutuzov is just coming out.

Excellent.

I was just describing what happened when
the Emperor of the French, as he chooses

to call himself, received me in his
quarters yesterday.

What is he like, really?

A man in a grey coat, anxious to be called
Your Majesty.

But he got no title from me.

What did he say to you?

It was more a question of what I had to
say to him.

I told him for a start that the price of
negotiation would be his giving up Italy.

I expected a tirade.

He merely nodded thoughtfully.

It confirms my impression.

His position is insecure.

Despite my deep respect
for Kutuzov, we should

be fools to wait about
and let him escape.

We must attack.

But in what position are we to attack him?

I toured the outpost today
and there's no making

out where his main
forces are concentrated.

In my opinion, he has undecided what to
do.

He has crossed the Danube
and plunged recklessly into

Moravia without securing
his lines of communication.

He obtained a cheap success at Ulm with
Mack, but he knows now he is up against it.

Exactly.

I mean, may Kutuzov see that.

Did you convey all this to His Majesty?

I have his complete support.

It is a good thing he is young.

We need a young man at the helm.

Hmm.

Well, are we all here?

Prince Bagration is unable to attend,
Your Excellency.

Well, if Bagration is not coming,
let us begin.

Perhaps I should start by saying I had an
interview with His Majesty a few hours ago.

He informs me that
everyone he has spoken to

tells him the time
is right for an attack.

My own feeling is quite contrary to that.

In my opinion, we should wait and see what
happens.

We know what will happen.

The French will withdraw.

I wouldn't necessarily regard that as a
disaster.

However, before every battle, a great deal
of discussion must take place.

In my experience, such discussion
achieves very little because

once a battle starts, one
usually has very little choice.

Still, it seems we all feel better because
of it.

So let us have it and get it over.

Perhaps I should make a brief introduction
and then hand over to General Villotta,

who has worked out a most meticulous plan,
covering every eventuality, with a

precision which has excited all our
admiration.

But first I must say that
in our opinion, Bonaparte

fears nothing so much
now as a combined attack.

His lines of communication are long,
his position precarious.

He exists in a hostile environment.

We outnumber him.

And it is the opinion of all of us here
that it would be criminal folly not to

take this opportunity to deliver a
once-for-all lesson to this Corsican upstart.

First, I want to say that I agree with
every word uttered by Prince Dolgorukov.

It is my belief that a
combination of Austrian precision

and Russian valour will
carry the day at Austerlitz.

All the advantages are on our side.

Our immense forces are beyond the French
right.

I will come back to the important
significance of this in a moment.

Our armies are inspired by the presence of
our emperors Alexander and Francis.

They are eager for action.

The strategic position on which the battle
must be fought is known in the minutest

detail to me since last year we carried
out manoeuvres in this very locality.

I will now read the dispositions for the
impending battle.

Dispositions for an attack on the enemy
behind Kobelnitz and Sokolnitz.

Whereas the enemy's left wing rests on
wooded hills and his right extends along

Kobelnitz and Sokolnitz behind the ponds
that are there while we, on the other

hand, with our left wing far outflank his
right it will be to our advantage...

What on earth is he talking about?

I suppose it all makes
sense to the military

mind but it's all
precision and no flair.

If one thing goes wrong, it all goes
wrong.

And anyway, the decision
to attack has already

been made so why
don't they all go home?

To this end, it will be necessary to
advance our left wing in columns.

Suppose I'm killed tomorrow.

What then?

Does it matter?

Why?

Tomorrow may be my chance of glory.

Why do I want it so?

Oh God, what am I to do if all I care for
is fame?

Much as I love my father, my sister,
my wife I would exchange them all tomorrow

for one moment of glory.

Why is that?

Why?

Why do I find it so hard to love someone?

Truly and deeply love them.

Why?

Why?

Why?

Well, Marshal May has a habit of doing
that.

I haven't heard nothing from him for two
weeks.

I sent a messenger
post-haste demanding a full

report on the situation
in the Austro-Interos.

I received his communique this morning.

Gentlemen, you will be
glad to know the weather is

fine in the Austro-Interos
and the scenery magnificent.

He then treats me to a lesson in military
geography proving conclusively the

impossibility of fighting a war in the
Austro-Interos and then adds as a

postscript Oh, by the way, the Austrian
army in northern Italy has ceased to exist.

We await your further instructions.

You know, I think you should recall him.

He never encompasses anything but the
impossible.

I must confess I misname situations like
this.

I have the best marshals in the world.

Davout, old iron-face.

Lannes, steady as a rock.

Oudinot, what an eye for an opening.

And not just the military ones.

Murat.

What schoolchild doesn't play at being
Murat?

Bernadotte.

Sometimes one wonders whether he's not
more brilliant than I am.

Oh.

And Soult, who believes there's only one
direction for an army to march.

Forward.

You've made your names fit to conjure with
around the world.

But I miss Ney.

He's the man to have at your back when
things are going wrong.

As Murat is to have at your front when
they're going right.

Then you'll have need of me tomorrow,
not Ney.

True.

Tomorrow, we must win.

And win quickly.

The Russians will be harder to beat than
the Austrians.

They have courage, but little experience.

I've been over and over their
dispositions.

It has become clear what they intend to
do.

It will come down from the Pratts and
Heights.

An error of monumental proportions.

But of which we shan't complain.

These last few days,
the Russians have been

maneuvering to extend their
left wing beyond our right.

I'm doubtful.

We should have let them get as far as
that.

No, no, no.

I wanted it.

Tomorrow, the weather will be fine.

It'll be a heavy mist to begin with.

Davout, you'll be
placed with two divisions

of infantry at Ragan to
oppose this maneuver.

At what point?

I'll leave that to you.

But in carrying out this
outflanking move, the Russian left

must become separated from
the Russian center for a while.

And they haven't fully realized how long
this interval will be, but I have.

The moment the time arrives, you'll attack
and inform me when the attack has begun.

I better get my divisions moving tonight.

As soon as this meeting ends.

Soult, you'll be in command of the center.

And as soon as we have word from Davout
that his thrust has begun, you'll move

into the gap that will have
opened between the Russian

left and Russian center and
sever the one from the other.

Bernadotte, you'll be in the left center
with Murat and most of the French cavalry.

Ten battalions of the Imperial
Guard and ten of Oudinot's

division will be kept in
reserve under my command.

TEN DAYS LATER Are you

the officer of the watch?

Yes, sir.

How long have those fires been lit?

About an hour, sir.

It's a French picket line.

I thought they were still there.

Volkonsky rode down earlier today.

They were still there in force when I went
down.

I'm sure it's a trick.

I'm certain that
they're pulling back and

that's just a rear
guard left to deceive us.

Well, we shall know everything tomorrow.

In any case, they haven't moved forward
yet.

Nor are they likely to.

The position remains just as it was at the
war council.

The army must move into position under
cover of darkness and attack at first light.

I agree.

Volkonsky, you will convey all this to
Marshal Kutuzov?

Yes, your excellency.

Your excellency, may I ask a favor?

What is it?

My squadron is being held in reserve
tomorrow.

Can I be attached to the first?

What is your name?

Count Rostov.

Ilya Rostov, son?

Yes, your excellency.

Very well, you may attend upon me.

I'll send a note to your commanding
officer.

This victory will conclude our campaign.

And we can return to winter
quarters, where we shall

be joined by fresh troops
now mobilizing in France.

And then the peace I
shall conclude will be

one worthy of my people,
of you and of myself.

Napoleon.

Contact with the man in front.

Russian troops are moving
down the mountainside, your

majesty, in the direction
of Sokolnitz and Shlapnitz.

In strength?

Yes, sir, about two divisions.

It seems as if the whole of the Russian
left wing is on the move.

We should have been going home.

In a bloody hurry to get us moving.

Bloody man.

Why have they stopped?

The streets through the village ahead are
very narrow, your excellency.

You have no business marching through
narrow streets in sight of the enemy.

You should have gone round.

The enemy is still a long way off,
your excellency.

The dispositions are... The
dispositions kindly do as you are told.

A long way off.

How does he know where the French are?

Attack!

Why don't you begin, Mikhail?

Mikhail Illarionovich?

I was waiting, your majesty.

Waiting?

Not all the columns have formed up yet,
sire.

We are not on the Empress field,
you know, Mikhail Illarionovich,

where the parade is not begun till all
regiments are present.

That is the reason I do not begin,
sire.

Because we are not on parade.

And not on the Empress field.

However, if it be your majesty's
command...

To arms!

Give the signal.

Master, the French!

They are here!

Stop them!

Stop them!

Get back alive!

Get back!

Scum!

Fools!

Get back alive!

Scum!

Go back!

Go back, your excellency!

It isn't safe here!

You'll be taken prisoner!

We are saved!

Saved!

Forward, lads!

Forward, lads!

How quiet.

How peaceful.

Quite different from when I was running.

Ah!

How was it I didn't see the sky before?

So lofty.

So limitless.

And how happy I am to have seen it at
last.

Yes.

All is vanity.

All is delusion.

Except the sky.

That is wide.

Wide sky.

Order the charge.

Charge!

You must order an attack, your excellency.

The left is cut from the center.

Don't you understand?

The French have driven a wedge right
through us.

I will not order an attack until I hear
from Kutuzov.

But Kutuzov has not been seen these past
two hours.

Then he must be found.

Or the emperor.

Kondrostov, go and find his excellency.

Tell him we are awaiting his orders to
move.

It will be too late.

Go and make all speed.

Yes, your excellency.

Charge!

Charge!

The battle is lost at all points,
sir.

You must leave.

You must.

They are all dead or dying, sir.

We are doing what we can for them.

Find young men.

All of them.

Find deaths.

Their country can be proud of them.

It wasn't their fault they lost the day.

They died bravely on the field of
Austerlitz.

To be continued...

To be continued...

To be continued...