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Get up, you lazy beggars. There'll be no
rest here.

There'll be no falling asleep, you
beggars. You'll rest when you get to

Santeria.

Have a long stretch ahead of us before
night.

Hurry along.

Die here!

You're a hot -blooded little fellow.
What's the matter? Did you have a

with your wife?

Talk to me, little brother.

Why are you so determined to kill me?

Speak. What in God's name have I ever
done to offend you?

My wife, you have dishonored her and
given her a child.

Gregory Efimovich Rasputin, the
disgracer of women.

On the contrary, little brother, I do
them a favor. They enjoy lifting their

skirts and spreading why they're welcome
at.

Ah, such innocent little lambs. But
underneath, wild cats.

Now, tell me, what is the name of this
maiden I've supposedly dishonored?

Anna Medova Shulkin.

I sent her to you because she was
barren.

She was as cold as a dog's nose. You
were supposed to heal her.

Well, haven't I?

You wanted an heir, and you got an heir.

And how do you show your gratitude? By
trying to kill me.

I do not think, little brother, I
deserve that.

A barren tree is indeed contended when
the pollen from another can help it bear

fruit, understand?

What in God's name happened to you,
little friend?

We were caught.

There was no way out. They killed us off
like rats. Who was it? Who did this to

you? Tell me.

Soldiers. Tsar's soldiers. There were 50
of us trying to be the prisoners.

Is there anything I can do for you,
little brother?

Pray for me and curse the Tsar.

I shall.

Bless you, little brother.

You shall be avenged.

Lord, have mercy on him.

Please, God, make my son well.

Don't let him die.

The future ruler of Branka will live.

Until tomorrow.

How is he?

He has an acute uremia. He needs
bloodletting.

Well, then why don't you do it? You
can't let him die, Doctor.

Do you expect me to murder him? He's a
hemophiliac. There must be something we

can do, Doctor.

Pray for him.

I will pray.

Now, one moment, Doctor.

How is the Tsar's son?

There's no change.

But the boy will get well.

We are doing everything that is in our
power, Captain.

Now, if you will excuse me.

Captain Ronsky, I have news for you.

His Majesty has acceded to the Tsarina's
wish that Siberian peasant or monk or

wonder worker will be summoned to St.
Petersburg.

If the fellow will accept the summon, I
have my doubts about that.

From what one hears, he is somewhat
obstinate.

But he's also vain. After all, he is
asked to heal the future ruler of

And if he doesn't succeed, off with his
head, and he's aware of that.

The messenger must be damn good in
persuading him.

Yes, Captain, I've personally chosen
her.

Old woman?

Countess Golovina.

Very good.

A stroke of genius, Nikola.

Come along now, you miserable beast.
Don't make such a fuss.

When is his peasant coming?

Those who want something from Marisputin
must go to him. He must have a swollen

head. No, it's just that the people of
his village are more important to him.

But it wasn't he who told me that, Your
Ladyship.

There was a great queue of people
outside his door. They wouldn't let me

But I tell you, it's true, Ivanovich. He
looks right through you. When he looks

at a man, he cuts right into him.

Don't talk so much.

Come. Give us a hand.

Careful. All right.

The beggar was blind.

He couldn't tell night from day. And the
fellow says to him, look, the flowers

are in bloom. Spring has arrived.

Open your eyes, old man.

And as sure as I'm here, the beggar got
his sight back.

I swear, he just put his hand on the old
car, and he walked away like he'd never

been crippled. It's a miracle. Oh, may
the Lord bless him.

There is a divine force in his hands.
Infinite strength. Infinite strength he

certainly has.

And not only in his hands.

Shame on you. How dare you make fun of
Rasputin.

You act like a bunch of silly geese.

Grigory Yefimovich is a miraculous
healer. A miraculous healer. He's more

he -goat, you Grigory Rasputin.

Grand Duryatinovich, please bless our
fields.

Thank you, sir, for your presence.

My wife is ill, sir.

Help her, please.

Help her.

May the Lord bless your rescue.

The Lord be with you. The Lord bless
you.

We are happy you've come back.

The wife of Theodore needs your help.

And your blessing.

She gets worse each day, Holy Brother.

We fear for her health.

Is there nothing you can do?

Fear not, sister.

As you know, I'm ready to help you all.

But even the Lord does not live on hair
alone.

Natasha, you are the daughter of Taras
Meshikov, are you not?

Tell me, how is your father?

He's much better.

Yesterday he went back to work in the
fields.

Does that mean you've brought the five
rubles he owes me?

He only went to work yesterday, Gregory
Yovanovitch.

It's only a matter of time, that's all.

Come inside.

Get undressed.

Get undressed.

Now undress me.

How do you like that, little dumb?

Thank you.

There's a man who takes you, your wife.

Hmm.

of a girl.

Sabakov, if what you say isn't true,
I'll send you to Siberia. By the Holy

Mother of Khazan, Your Excellency, every
word is pure truth, and if I lie, may

God punish me.

The doctors are steaming with rage. They
will come to visit Your Excellency

later today.

And the other news I have for you
concerns Katrina Sosolova, the woman

engaged to marry one of your gallant
young officers, Lieutenant Nikolai, who,

seems, has been seeing Countess
Golovina.

That'll do, that'll do. Here, this is
for your trouble.

Just continue to keep your ears open.

Of course, Your Excellency. Your every
wish is an order.

And leave by the back entrance. It's not
necessary for the world to know. Just

as Your Excellency wishes.

So the Tsarina has had her way.

But why did Ronsky send that
aristocratic whore to do the job?

What ails you I can't move very well my
legs feel numb

Get up.

I can't.

I order you to get out of that bed. I
can't.

Stop your moaning and get up.

Blessed are these hands.

You filthy, rotten peasant.

I will make you pay for that someday, I
swear it.

You are a bad actress, my noble lady.

Rest a moment.

Well, my son, you still refuse to
answer?

Be reasonable and tell me the names of
the traitors.

If you do, I'll let you go.

Say this!

Our guest is obstinate and dumb as well.

Well, idiot, does it feel good?

You let yourself be tortured.

And for whom, my little friend?

For the cutthroats bandits?

The dregs of humanity?

Scum trying to murder the Tsar?

That would be reasonable.

Just a couple of names and it'll all be
over.

Let the devil take the Tsar.

And you with him.

Did you hear that?

Give him a taste of the flask.

We'll talk after that.

You swine!

Our prisoner has a weak heart, it seems.

I have received news from the Countess,
Captain Ronski. And what does Kulabina

have to say? She hopes to arrive very
shortly here in St. Petersburg with her

peasant. She's made contact with him
already.

Tell me, Countess, when you go to bed at
night, do you undress by yourself, huh?

No, my lady -in -waiting does it.

And have you ever done the same for her?

What?

Undress your servant girl.

No.

Well, it's time you did.

Well, do it.

I want to see how an aristocrat
undresses her servant girl. Go on. Well,

not? Why don't you try everything once?

Good.

Sophia, come here.

I have heard rumors that a miraculous
healer is on his way to complete this.

Yes, I have also heard that rumor.

And that the Tsarina has great faith in
the miraculous powers of this item.

My dear, Your Majesty.

The Tsar of which is on his way to
recovery.

For the first time after many days, he
is sleeping calmly.

I'm happy to hear it, Your Majesty. I
must go at once to the Tsar.

He's so big, so strong.

Don't stop. Keep going. Keep going.

Oh, my love, I was almost there. Keep
going.

Who sent you?

I don't know what you mean.

I want to know who sent you. The Tsar
begs you to see him. The Tsar doesn't

He commands. He doesn't send a conniving
woman to do his work. He sends an army

of soldiers.

Now, who sent you here?

Vronsky.

The secret police.

Does he want to help the Tsar into his
grave?

No, he wants you to help the son of the
Tsar.

And what else?

I'll tell you all about it later. Now,
where were we?

Oh, yeah.

I love your beard.

Kiss me.

I love your beard.

There's some beggars coming into the
village. Some of them have weapons.

Oh, my God.

If they see our coach, they'll think
there's someone who's riches in here.

They'll attack us and rob us.

You must do something about it.

Well, say something.

Get into bed, little one, or you'll
catch cold.

As you wish, my lord.

Now, isn't that better?

Together. Together.

Isn't that better?

Together. Forgive me, but

I can take no one in. There are already
eight of us.

Look at the size of the house. It's too
small for our own family. The people in

this village seem to keep their doors
tightly closed.

Have mercy on us, please.

At least take in the wounded. That's all
I ask, sir.

What's going on here?

We're on the run, Holy Man, and we need
your help, please.

Who are you?

We are the partisans, sir.

This morning we liberated a group of
prisoners that were being sent to

and now the soldiers are at our heels.

Whoever turns against the Tsar turns
against God.

I'm afraid you bring misfortune to this
village.

We ask you only to take care of the
wound. The rest of us will move on. We

no harm to come to your people, Father.

Take the wound to Teresputin's house. He
will help you, my friend.

What I could do, I have done.

Now it's in God's hands.

You take far too much trouble to help
these criminals.

Criminals? A mother steals a loaf of
bread because her children are starving

it's off to Siberia.

A peasant's farm is taken away from him
and if he resists, it's off to Siberia.

What was that?

They're murdering somebody else
somewhere.

Perhaps it's only a hunting party.

Hunting born deer with artillery fire is
most unusual, gracious lady. Must you

always think the worst?

And you refuse to admit that your fine
society is responsible for this.

Take a run for it. We can't.

Get out.

Get out.

Let's get out.

Don't shoot. Open fire.

Bald -eyes Siberia, bunch of swine.

You old line, whoever takes rebels into
their houses against us are.

I'll skin the flesh off your bones
before I'm through with you.

Where are they?

Where are the rest of the traitors? Me?

You clumsy peasants.

You beg me for mercy?

You rebel against God and the Tsar and
expect me to grant mercy?

But none of our villages have rebelled,
Major.

You have taken the rebels into your
houses.

And you have cared for their wounded.
Therefore, it will be treated as an act

rebellion. We gave hospitality as is our
custom. The guest is sacred. That is

our law.

I have shit on your law.

What do you think you're... Stand away!

Are you in charge of this company of
stinking swine? I don't think you

who you're speaking to.

Then tell me your name, little tin
soldier.

Do you like the taste of your own whip?

Halt in the name of the Tsar. I am
Countess Gullivine, and I've been sent

on a special mission for the Tsar. And
this gentleman is a close friend of

Captain Ronsky.

My dear Colonel Ogareff, the Secret
Service is very interested in this

This alone is enough to arouse my
suspicion.

I intend to upset Ronsky's plans.

The man will not reach St. Petersburg,
General.

This is just between you and me,
Ogareff. Of course.

There will be no traces and no
witnesses.

Does this order also include Countess
Golovina and her escort?

First of all, this isn't an order.

And secondly, how does that proverb go?

Ah, wood shavings will fall when the
carpenter uses his plane.

I understand, sir.

Told you it didn't weigh.

Nastrovye! Nastrovye!

Come here.

Thank God for you, Gregory Epinovich.
You chased away the soldiers and you

healed the wounded. You have brought us
luck.

We'll never forget what you've done.

Don't go away. Please. What are you
doing? Here, you eat it.

Ryan, understand, everybody. As much as
I'd like to stay here, I must go to St.

Petersburg.

Nastrovye! Nastrovye! I wish you a
long...

I can't bear it.

How gross.

He's no good for anything, but he has
got money.

The situation is bad all over the
country. There are uprisings everywhere.

How do we stop it?

Only hearts of iron can bring peace to
our country, gentlemen.

If any of you doubt...

that the uprisings that took place last
winter were harmless insurrections by

unsatisfied Muscovites. You're under a
delusion. Gentlemen, the discontent is

spreading like wildfire.

From what I hear, Major Darsky's
garrison has had to deal with riots in

territory. A battalion of Cossack
reinforcements under the command of

Chavonsky is operating in the area of
Yadka. If I know Chavonsky, it won't

him long to rip open their peasant hide.

May I help you, Colonel?

I want to speak to Captain Shulkin and
Captain Mikhailovich at once. Very well.

No need to worry, gentlemen. The
uprisings will be squashed with little

difficulty. We should be happy our
regiment says something new to do for a

change.

Captain Shulkin and Mikhailovich, your
presence is required.

Don't forget to keep your rear ends
against the wall, gentlemen.

Captain Shulkin and Mikhailovich. At
your order, sir. Get dressed.

You know what you're supposed to do.
Yes, sir. We certainly do, sir. Unless

something's been changed during the
afternoon, sir. Then go at once to the

casino and keep close to Lieutenant
Nikolai.

Shulkin. Yes, Colonel.

Disappear without being noticed. And see
Mikhailovich later. What you do, I

don't want to know. Understand?

How is Rasputin expected to reach St.
Petersburg?

Come by train. Put up to Vyatka. You'll
come by coach.

Your excellencies, we're here.

This is where you catch the train to St.
Petersburg.

Besides, the horses need a little rest.

on ever since we started. This fella
must have a thing of steel.

All this rocking's making me seasick.

Yes, I love it. You animal.

You animal.

I mean that.

What news do you bring us?

It seems we have to wait quite a while.

I've been informed by the station master
that this track only goes one way.

That means we have to wait for the
opposite train to arrive before you can

leave.

But I also have some good news for you.
An entire car has been reserved for us

by orders from St. Petersburg.

Good. How far is it to St. Petersburg?

I forgot to ask. Can I go find out? No.

Thank you.

How about we stretch our legs a little
bit? There's time.

There's nothing like fresh air.

What would you say if I put you on the
train to St. Petersburg and I went back

to Petrovskoye?

You don't seriously mean... But it might
happen.

It's your choice. St. Petersburg means
wealth, authority, and life, while

Petrovskoye... I understand.

Secret police guarantees my safety and
my success, and for this I can thank

Captain Ronsky. Ronsky is not my
captain. Don't interrupt me.

The fact is that this honest head of the
secret police expects me to be as

informer as to the doings of the Tsar.
And I don't like it, gracious lady. I

don't like it one little bit.

Don't forget that Ronski answers as well
for your safety should you not succeed

in curing Misanovic.

And this gesture is not to be taken
lightly, right?

Sophia!

Yes? Is there a telephone in the
station?

There's a telegraph machine. I'm not
sure if there's a telephone.

May God punish me.

If I lied to you, every word is true,
sir.

The plot is not directed against you.
It's directed against this Rasputin.

Ah, but he is not in St. Petersburg.

He won't reach St. Petersburg.

Are you looking

for something, sir?

No. I have it already.

Could you get me something to drink,
please?

I'm sick, Mr.

In a short while, you can hope you can
have something to eat.

You want to play patty game?

Daddy. I'm sorry, ma 'am. You cannot
stay here.

The scar's been reserved.

Come now, Jackie. We're in the wrong
department. We have to find something to

eat.

You want money from me?

An old proverb is that one hand washes
the other.

I don't ask for a lot. Only a few
rubles.

My wife is ill, and so are the children.

And I haven't been feeling too well.
Babikov!

You lousy, filthy parasite.

You think I don't know you sell
information to the other side?

When you leave here, you stinking
cockroach, you'll run straight to

and he'll give you money.

As for me, I give you your life.

Thank you, sir.

You're very kind.

Oh, I'll feel better when I get back to
St. Petersburg.

Oh, no, not again.

Certainly not here.

How do you think it would look if the
conductor came along?

If it wasn't you who sent the telegram
to Vyatka reserving the compartment,

it was someone else.

And that someone else had a particular
object in mind.

Try and reach Golovina and Rasputin in
Vyatka.

They are not aboard the train.

You'll stay here?

I'm afraid...

You'll have to tell me a bit more.

About Morrison's plans.

It'll happen on the way to St.
Petersburg.

I was too late.

Before I could get in touch with Fiatka
by telegraph, the train had already

left. The Countess Golovina and her
protege are at... Yes, it seems he

little persuasion to make him talk.

Vorishin is behind it all. Oh, and the
gentleman has involved a regiment of the

guards.

Unfortunately, we don't know any more
than that.

He would have told us if he knew.

I, uh, I think I'll have a little chat
with Colonel Ogaret.

and blown to bits if we'd remained in
our car.

That's right.

Boom.

Did you? You mean you knew?

No, but I had a feeling.

God.

Come, come, my little pets.

Hurry, hurry.

We have important visitors tonight, and
there's still lots and lots to do.

Why are you taking so long? Hop, hop,
hop, children. Move your little

Ah, there you are, my boys in the back.

You kept me waiting so long. Now, quick,
quick, get to your places and tune your

wonderful instruments. Our guests will
be here in half an hour, and for

sake, don't forget to remove the host.

You play with a bandana over your eyes,
and if anyone peeps, he knows exactly

what awaits him. You'll get shot.

Poop, poop, poop, poop!

Bear that in mind.

Colonel Ogareth, if you don't open that
big mouth of yours, I'll have you shot.

The regiment of guards is under the
orders of General Voroshin.

State Minister of His Majesty the Tsar.

And I am head of the secret police with
full powers by special orders of the

Tsar. If I wish, I could shoot you down
like a mad dog.

And I can assure you that nobody would
give a damn.

So speak.

Or would you rather I demonstrate these
various torture devices on you?

They'll make you sing like a lark.

There are all sorts of possibilities.

I could shoot your ears off.

So that you wouldn't be able to hear the
orders you give.

Well, what is it to be?

Don't you realize you're being used?

Is it worth being tortured, Colonel?

Perhaps I might shoot you in the knee
next time.

Then we could call you Colonel Ogareff,
commander of the invalids.

Well, Colonel, do you talk or do you die
right here and now?

I only followed Boryshen's orders.

I put two of my best officers at his
disposal.

Their names?

Captain Shulkin and Captain
Mikhailovich.

Hey, that's very good.

And where?

Where are your heroes now?

Honest, I don't know.

They've been given a mission, that's all
I know.

They're free to act on their own.

How nice.

All you have to do now is tell me what
that mission is.

Then I'll let you rest.

It's to kill Rasputin. Oh, my God.

Colonel O 'Brien, that information
deserves immortality.

don't understand why they're not here. I
just don't understand it. I just don't

understand it. They're officers, and
officers are always punctual.

Hey, you, get your hands off that vodka.

Take your fingers out of that expensive
caviar.

It's being paid for, and there's no one
here to enjoy it.

I must find out what the delay is.

Ah, here they come, everybody.

Finally.

If there's anything at all you wish,
please do not hesitate to ask. Remember,

your wish is my command.

It hasn't happened to me at all.

It's fortunate we discovered this
intrigue.

I'm sure that General Vorishin has
already been informed of this fact,

We'll let him stew a while. I've got men
all over looking for Shulkin and

Mikhailovich.

Your Excellency, word just came through
that a bomb exploded in the reserve car

somewhere between Vyatka and St.
Petersburg.

That's all that we needed.

Chris, unfortunately.

Are you enjoying yourself?

La, la, la.

To the health of our most gracious and
illustrious ma.

Mother Russia.

Nastrovya. The greatest man in all. The
greatest man that ever was.

The greatest party I ever attended.

Come on, drink up, my darling.

Don't go to sleep now.

My poor E -man.

Our friend doesn't seem to be no pain.

I think he's wronged himself.

What do we do with him? Pack him over
here.

Is he dead?

No, just drunk. We'll bring him back to
life. You'll see.

Come on, Wakey. Wakey.

We'll be all right. There's another one.

I'm sorry. I should obviously be pulling
a plug.

I like

it lots better, isn't it?

Nothing much would have happened anyway.

Not with those drunken officers.

Besides, I much prefer young musicians
with their dancing fingers.

As soon as I came in and saw you playing
your instrument, I played those

grandpas with sin falls.

You just what the doctor ordered.

Play, my little girl, like a player
play.

Don't be shy.

Completely at your disposal.

Knock!

Thank you.

Now.

Now. Now.

Now.

Ah!

Thank you.

Now. Now.

Oh.

Oh.

Thank you.

Father. Father.

Father. Father.

Come on, tell me, what happened,
Shulkin? Nothing.

The railroad car blew up right on
schedule.

But our dear Rasputin and his countess
whore weren't in it.

I demand an explanation, Doctor.

You told me that my son would get well,
and now?

We don't understand it either, Your
Majesty.

It's a relapse.

Your Majesty, the miracle healer you
asked for has arrived. He's waiting

outside.

Rasputin? Yes.

Bring him in at once.

Mr. Minister, you gave me your promise
that this quack would not come to St.

Petersburg.

And you told me the Tsarovich was on his
way to recovery.

Your son will get well.

Thank you.

You can talk for a while. No, I'd rather
keep that.

Let's go!

I'd be dancing, singing, and playing.

Oh, we do, huh?

And drink vodka.

Here we go, my little

angel. The captain wishes to speak with
you.

Blonsky? Yes.

You must have been waiting.

Who are you, Gregory Upinovich?

Well, thank you. From what I hear, the
Tsarevich is on his way to recovery.

And why not? He's following doctor's
orders.

He chews his peanuts like a regular
little monkey.

Peanut?

Oil helps his blood coagulate.

And what other news is there?

No idea.

Ah, there's one item. His Majesty sent a
note of condolence to Norway.

It composed a Greek instead.

Alexandra Fedorova had a high regard for
him.

Alexandra Fedorova?

Is that how you speak of the Tsarina?

Vronsky, even though it's none of your
business, Her Majesty asked me to call

her that, unless you have any
objections.

If that is so, she should be delighted
with the Tsar's decision.

Yes? His Majesty wishes that Gregory
Yuffinovich will live at the Winter

It is immediately effective.

Do I make myself clear?

The Tsar wants Gregory to be near him.

According to our plan, this is the
initial step.

After you are in the palace, you will
keep me informed on any and all activity

that goes on, especially that concerning
the German Kaiser. Understand?

One thing at a time, Ronski.

First, let me move into my new quarters.

I'm not your watchdog.

The Gaul.

I think it's about time we reminded the
gentlemen of our arrangement.

Either it finally takes place...

Let me handle it, my dear Nikolai. If he
doesn't deliver the information, I

shall castrate the bastard.

You mean... Almost doesn't count.

Help! Help!

My little Sophia.

Sir, the Tsarevich has had an accident.

You're to go to him at once.

That is so good.

Now what are we supposed to do? We'll
find us someone else.

Oh, sir, the Tsarevich was playing with
one of his little soldiers, and he

pricked his knee with it, and the wound
hasn't stopped bleeding.

Oh, do something, sir, please.

Mom.

Mm -mm.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

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I love you.

No.

I hate you.

No! No!

Nicht übel.

Let me see it now.

live for a long time.

Holy mother of God, a miracle has
occurred.

May I enter? No, wait outside in the
garden.

What can I do for you, gracious lady?

It's been so long since I've seen you.
I've almost forgotten what you look like

and what you feel like.

Bizarre that you've been taking up all
my time, day and night. But tonight I

will pay you a special visit. You don't
want me to get excited now, do you?

And Roski has been asking for you.

Why doesn't he pay me a visit? He's here
almost every day.

Because he doesn't want to speak
about...

Certainly things when he's here in the
palace. I have absolutely nothing to say

to him.

And your agreement, dear?

Get this straight once and for all. I'm
not his spy. I'm nobody's spy,

understand? In that case, Roski will pay
you no visit. I don't give a damn, and

you couldn't tell him that for me.

Till tonight, my dear.

Come and get it tonight, you and your
little sweet.

It is I, Gregory the Beneficent.

I've come

to set it.

I've come to bring you joy and
happiness.

Noble horror, your stallion has arrived.

Get up.

I'll show you, barman.

the others, Nikolai.

There's nothing that can be done about
these two.

They're dead.

Well, that takes care of that.

He got what he deserved.

Look, Ronsky, you must believe me. I've
always taken the greatest care... Forget

the past, Voroshin.

Forget Ogurev, Shulkin, and
Mikhailovich. They're in the graves.

At present, we have the same common
interest and the same problem.

Our friend Rasputin. You can say that
again.

But what can we do? The man isn't human.

The wounds he received from that
encounter, I tell you, were enough to

three men. But he's still going. I mean,
he's carrying on worse than ever now.

And besides, his influence over His
Majesty the Tsar has increased.

And those who are afraid of the miracle
healer hasten to fill his hands with

ruples.

Like you, for instance. You've invested
a small sum, haven't you? Is that not

so? What can I do about it?

We have gotten to the point where he
makes all of the decisions.

Even me, a state minister.

I cannot go over his head.

He must be gotten rid of once and for
all.

How?

Poison. Have you found someone to do the
job?

Yes. Do I know him?

Take a look in the mirror.

Me?

I can't think of anyone better.

Why me? Why does it have to be me?

Well, someone has to do it.

And you're such a harmless old geezer
that Rasputin certainly will not be

expecting poison from you.

You see, he doesn't realize you wanted
him dead from the start.

I realize it, though, and I can prove
it.

Good old Babikov is down below in the
dungeon.

I understand.

Captain, you win, you've convinced me. I
will take care of it.

It's incredible.

The fellow drinks like a fish.

They tell me that even when he's dead
drunk, he devours women like they were

grapes. Find him uncanny. When he looks
straight into your eyes, he makes you

feel strange.

Like he were from another world.

Well, in any case, the man has an iron
constitution.

And I envy him.

I wonder whatever happened to his old
mistress, the Countess Golovina. You

her. Ah, Golovina.

As far as I know, the Tsar sent her off
to Siberia with her friend Sophia.

We do know that during the questioning,
they couldn't find the slightest bit of

evidence against her.

But she wasn't wrong.

There's no doubt.

Wonderful. Yes, there's all sorts of
parties again. We can thank the Tsarina

that. Yes, and she has her miracle
worker all to herself.

It's been an end to the silence that
reigned in the palace.

Here little brother, eat!

Eat! There's plenty for everybody.

My dear Vorosh, what exquisite
delicacies have you brought, huh?

Almond pudding with bitter orange
liquor.

I'd very much like to try it. Oh, well.

For almond pudding with bitter orange
liqueur, I would die.

Understand? Yes, well, I'm much too fat
anyway. Here, you take it.

Thank you. You're more than welcome.

No!

No!

Have the morning procedures been seen
to, my dear Captain Ronski?

Well, what's the matter?

Rasputin's alive.

He's what?

Our miracle healer and man of God is
still alive.

It is still a secret, but my men at the
hospital have already informed me. No,

no, no, no, no.

It can't, it can't be. It's impossible.

He was dead.

Yes, he was dead.

So you say.

But the fact is, he survived.

It probably has something to do with his
gastric fluids or the sweets he

consumed. How should I know?

Nevertheless...

Stop your moaning and get up.

Get this straight once and for all. I'm
not his spy. I'm nobody's spy,

understand? Then that kid Roscoe will
pay you no jibs. I don't give a damn,

you couldn't tell him that for me.

Ronsky. Captain Ronsky. Whoever has you
for a friend, Ronsky, needs no enemies.