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GERMAN FILM LIBRARY MUSEUM OF FILM AND TV

BATTLESHIP POTEMKIN

Film from the series "The Year 1905"

Produced by the 1st studio of GOSKINO

Supervised by J.M. BLIOKH

Script by N.F. AGADZHANOVA-SHUTKO

Director SM. EISENSTEIN

Assistant Director G. ALEKSANDROV

Head cinematographer EDUARD TISSE

Director's assistants:

A. ANTONOV. M. GOMOROV

A. LEVSHIN, M. SHTRAUKH

Administrators: A.P. KRYUKOV and A. KOTOSHEV

Part one.

"MEN AND MAGGOTS."

The spirit of revolution

soared over the Russian land.

A tremendous, mysterious process

was taking place in countless hearts.

The individual personality,

having hardly had lime

to become conscious of itself

dissolved in the mass.

And the mass itself became dissolved

in the revolutionary élan.

Sailors Matyushenko and Vakulinchuk.

We, the sailors of Potemkin ,

must support the workers, our brothers

and stand among the front lines

of the revolution!

Heavy and gloomy is the sleep of the off duty.

Attentive, but clumsy.

He vents his anger on a young man.

Hurtful...

Vakulinchuk

Comrades! The time has come when we loo must speak out.

Why wait? All of Russia has risen! Are we to be the last?

Morning.

We've had enough rotten meat!

Even a dog wouldn't eat this!

The ship's doctor Smirnov.

It could crawl overboard on its own!

These aren't worms.

They are dead fly larvae. You can wash them off with brine!

Russian prisoners in Japan are fed better than we are!

We've had enough rotten meat!

It's good meat. End of discussion!

Senior Officer Giliarovsky

impotent rage was overflowing.

The ship's store.

The sailors refused to eat the borsch.

GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY BREAD

Part two.

“DRAMA ON DECK."

Commander Golikov

Whoever is satisfied with the borsch

take two steps forward!

The petty officers.

You're free to go!

I'll hang the rest on the yard!

Call the guards!

Under the guise of breaking ranks.

Matyushenko calls the sailors

to the gun turret.

To the turret...

To the turret!

To the turret...

Gum...

It's lime.

Most of them gathered by the turret.

Slop! Don't move!

They try to sneak through the admiral's hatch.

Back, scoundrels! That way is not for you!

I'll shoot you all like dogs!

Cover them with canvas!

Gut it!

Cover them!

Attention!

Dear Lord! Make the disobedient see reason!

Fire right into the canvas!

Vakulinchuk decides.

Fire!

BROTHERS!

Who are you shooting at?!

The rifles quavered.

Shoot!

Everyone shoot!

Shoot. scum!

To the rifles, brothers!

Smash the dragons! Smash 'em!

Smash 'em all!

Have fear of God!

Beat it, sorcerer!

To the bottom to feed the worms!

Brothers! We've won!

The bleeding Vakulinchuk

flees from the furious Giliarovsky.

Vakulinchuk's overboard!

Save Vakulinchuk!

And he who was first

to sound the cry of rebellion

was first to fall at the executioner's hand.

To the shore.

Odessa.

A lent on the new pier in Odessa

is the final resting place for Vakulinchuk-.

FOR A SPOONFUL OF BORSCH

Par! three.

"THE DEAD MAN CALLS OUT."

Mist lingered on from the night...

Rumours came from the pier.

Together with the sun, the news hit the city.

The battleship raided...

...rebellion...

...shore...

A sailor slain...

We'll remember.

For a spoonful of borsch.

"Citizens of Odessa!

"Lying before you is the body

"of the brutally killed sailor

"Grigory Vakulinchuk.

“Killed by a senior officer

"of the squadron battleship

“Prince Tavrichesky.

“Let's take revenge

"on the bloodthirsty vampires!

"Death to the oppressors!

"Signed: Crew of the squadron battleship

"Prince Tavrichesky."

Eternal memory to the fallen fighters!

All for one.

One

for all.

Down with the executioners!

Down with tyranny!

Mothers and brothers! Let there not be differences or hostility among us!

Smash the Jews!

Shoulder to shoulder.

The land is ours.

Tomorrow is ours.

A delegate from the shore.

The enemy must be dealt a decisive blow!

Together with the rebelling workers from all of Russia

WE WILL WIN!

The shore watched Potemkin tensely and attentively.

Part four.

"THE ODESSA STEPS."

In those memorable days,

the city lived together with the rebellious battleship.

Like a while-winged flock. boats flew to the battleship.

AND SUDDENLY

Let's go! Let's convince them!

Listen! Don't shoot!

My boy is badly hurl.

COSSACKS!

And then the brutality of the military authorities in Odessa

was answered with the battleships shells.

The target - the Odessa theatre.

The generals' headquarters.

Part five.

"RENDEZ-VOUS WITH THE SQUADRON."

Turbulent meetings went on until evening.

The people of Odessa

are waiting for the liberators!

Land the troops and the army will join you.

Landing is not possible. The admiral's squadron is coming our way.

With one heart, they decided to face the squadron.

Night came. full of anxiety.

The squadron was sneaking up in the darkness.

Sore from constant speech,

throats breathe heavily and unevenly.

Squadron on the horizon!

All hands on deck!

Prepare for battle!

Full speed!

Hearts forward!

Run Speed!

Potemkin and destroyer No. 267.

The admiral attacks!

The squadron draws near!

Give the signal: join us!

Join!...

...us!

The enemy is within firing range!

All against one.

ONE AGAINST ALL.

Shoot?'...

or...

BROTHERS!

Above the heads of the tsar's admirals thundered a brotherly hurrah.

And proudly waving the red flag of victory, without a single shot,

the rebellious battleship passed through the rows of the squadron.

Directed by Sergei M. Eisenstein. 1925

Starring Members of the Proletkult Theatre

Sailors of the Black-Sea Fleet

The Sevastopol Fisherman's Association Inhabitants of Odessa

Motto according to Leo Trotsky. Russia. during the Revolution

A reconstruction of the Russian premiere version

directed by Enno Patalas in co-operation with Anna Bohn

An Initiative Project

of the German Federal Cultural Foundation

GERMAN FILM LIBRARY

MUSEUM OF FILM AND TV

Supported by German Federal Film Archive, Berlin

and British Film Institute, London

Titles: Moser+Rosié

Film laboratory Taunus Film. Wiesbaden

Colourisation of the flag Gerhard Ullmann

Music: Edmund Meisel

Editing: Helmut Irmig

With kind permission of the music publisher Ries & Erler. Berlin