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It is announced that a peace treaty

has been ratified
with the Emperor of France,

who will now be our gallant ally.

It'll come to war again, mark my words.

I am in love with Sonya,

and I want us to be married.

And you better know that I can never
recognise that intriguer as my daughter.

My father
made it a condition of his consent

that the marriage
not take place for a year.

I'll wait.

You're so lovely.

- You mustn't say that.
- Why ever not?

(GASPS)

Will you tell Prince Andrei
when he comes

that our engagement is at an end
and I cannot be his wife?

He loves me, Sonya.

I'd do anything...
I'd run away with him.

- You're to come with us, sir.
-(ANATOLE GRUNTING)

ANATOLE: We've been betrayed.

(GRUNTS, SOBBING)

I will go to him, wherever he is.

He's a married man.
He has a wife in Poland.

(SOBBING)

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(DOOR OPENING)

PIERRE: Andrei, I'm so sorry about this.

Yes, well.

Just to confirm,

I have received a refusal
from Countess Rostova

and rumours have reached me about
an intrigue with your brother-in-law.

- Is that correct?
- Yes, but that's all over.

- Anatole has left Moscow.
- Well, it makes no difference.

When you see Countess Rostova,

tell her that she was and is
completely free and I wish her no ill.

(CHUCKLES) Is that all?

Look here, I'm sure it was a moment
of madness and she regrets it bitterly.

She loves you, I'm sure of it,
and you love her.

Remember when you came to me

and told me how madly
you were in love with her?

I know you believe a fallen woman
should be forgiven, Pierre,

and I admire you for it.

But I'm a different sort of man.

I cannot forgive, and I will not.

Here are her letters and her portrait.

I would be grateful
if you would return them to her.

Andrei, think how she must be suffering.

Will you do as I ask?

Yes, of course.

Then, take them.

And if we are to remain friends,

I ask you never to speak to me
about this again.

Goodbye.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DOOR OPENING)

PIERRE: You're not well.

I wish I were dead.

No,no.

No, don't say that.

What did he say?

Only that you are free,
have always been free

and he bears you no ill will.

Yes, that's like him.

I know it's all over.

And I'm tormented
by the wrong I've done him.

But will you...

(SOBBING)

Will you ask him if he can forgive me?

Of course I will but Natasha...

What happened? How did it come about?

Did you... Did you love that scoundrel?

Don't call him that.

I don't know.

I don't know anything any more,
I am so unhappy.

I've spoilt everything, haven't I?

Don't try to talk about it now.

Later, when your soul is clear,

remember I'm always your friend
if you need help or advice

or just...just to pour your soul out,
remember me, dear Natasha.

Don't talk to me like that.

I don't deserve it.

I'm ruined, aren't I?

No. For God's sake, no. Listen.

If I were not married myself
and a better man than I am,

I mean worthy of you,

I would go down on my knees this minute
and ask for your hand and your love.

Oh.

Pierre.

METIVIER: Courage, mademoiselle.

Oh, Ilya, when shall we have
our Natasha back?

The doctor says she's making
good progress physically.

It's as if the spirit
were gone from her,

she doesn't want to read
or talk or sing...

Pierre seems to bring her
a little comfort.

We should never
have let her engage herself

to that cold-hearted man.

But to gain her affections
and then leave her alone for a year!

Almost as if he wanted her
to betray him.

Oh, Ilya, where's our lovely girl gone?

Oh God, in your mercy forgive me

and show me the way
to lead a better life.

(SOLDIERS CHEERING)

SOLDIERS: (CHANTING) Vive l'Empereur!

Vive I'Empereur!

Across the river, Russia.

The time has come, gentlemen.

Sound the advance.

This breach of our treaty
cannot and will not be endured.

(COURIERS AGREEING)

I will not make peace with that man

unless he withdraws every one
of his soldiers from Russian soil.

Drubetskoy .

Come here.

I appoint you to take my message
to Napoleon.

I thank your Majesty
for this great honour.

Make sure he understands.

Not one single French soldier
to remain on Russian soil.

Now, go and may God be with you.

FRENCH SOLDIER: Wait here, sir.

(SOLDIERS TALKING IN DISTINCTLY)

NAPOLEON: Monsieur Drubetskoy.

- Sire, the Emperor, my master...
- NAPOLEON: You're very young.

I do not want war and I never wanted it.

Your master has brought it
all upon himself.

He could have had
Moldavia and Wallachia.

Let him bear the consequences.

Your generals have no stomach
for a fight.

(STAMMERING) On the contrary,
your Majesty...

Don't argue with me. I know everything.

I know the state of your miserable army.

You have 200,000 men,
I have three times that.

Sire, if you are prepared
to withdraw your troops

beyond the Niemen,
then the Emperor will negotiate.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

It's too late.

I'm going to take your country,
but it's all right.

It's not your fault.

Tell your master
he'll receive my letter.

It's considered
a great honour, monsieur,

to have one's ear pulled
by the Emperor.

Oh. Right.

Thank you.

Well, we're at war again.

Napoleon's crossed the Niemen
and he's advancing towards Smolensk.

Oh, Ilya.

ILYA: Oh, don't fret, my dear.

He'll be driven back
before he gets anywhere near Moscow.

But Nikolai...

Nikolai's a seasoned officer now,
he knows how to look after himself.

All we can do is hope and pray.

- Papa, let me enlist.
- Absolutely not! I won't allow it.

- A boy of 15.
- All my friends are volunteering.

If you won't find me a commission,
I'll run away and find one myself.

It might be best to let him join up.

Ilya.

Find him a billet
where he can look the part

but stay out of danger.

(SIGHS) Is anywhere safe now?

(SIGHS)

Ah, Tikhon, it's good to see you.

- How are things?
- All well, your Excellency.

BOURIENNE: Ah, we have been waiting
and waiting for your arrival.

Do step in, Prince Andrei.

Do I need your invitation?

No, of course.

ANDREI: Are you mistress
of this house now?

- No, not at all.
- Where are my father and Princess Marya?

And my son?

BOURIENNE: Inside,
waiting for you, Prince.

(SIGHS)

- Papa! Papa!
-(ANDREI GRUNTS)

(CHUCKLES)

How are you, Masha?

So, you're going to war again?

(GRUNTS) Run along.

What else is there for me to do?

The French get closer by the day.

Well, I wish you could stay with us.

Your little boy hardly knows you.

Well, it can't be helped.

I hope you're finding my son
a responsive pupil, Monsieur Dessales?

Oh, yes. Of course,
he is still very young

but already I detect
a certain gift for la mathématique.

Ah! (CHUCKLES)

Unlike his aunt Marya here.

(SCOFFS)

The hours I've wasted trying to instil
the principles of algebra and geometry

into that muddled little head.

Ah, we ladies, the higher studies
are not for us, I think.

We have a different kind of wisdom,
you know?

(LAUGHS) And what might that be?

(GIGGLES) If you don't know, Prince,
far be it from me to tell you.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

I see you were entertaining your
idiotic pilgrims again today, Marya.

They're good people, father.

(SCOFFS) They know
when they're onto a good thing,

I'll say that for them. (LAUGHS)

How can anyone be so gullible?

I know. I know. I see you looking at me.

I should treat her more kindly.

But she drives me to distraction
with her stupid religiosity

and the way she moons about the house
with her eyes full of tears.

What's she got to be mournful about?

And La Bourienne. (LAUGHING)

Now, at least she makes
the most of herself.

She makes herself agreeable. Eh?

If you're asking me,
I wouldn't have said it but as you ask,

I think you treat Marya abominably,

when anyone can see how much
she loves you and respects you.

And again, if you ask me,

I think that French woman
stirs things up between you.

She should never have been
my sister's companion, she's not worthy.

Oh. So, that's it.

You had to say it, didn't you?

I didn't want to judge but you did ask.

And Father, you know that I'm right.

How dare you?

Get out!

Get out!

I don't want to see your face any more!

Once upon a time,
there was a very great nobleman

and his name was Bluebeard.

Now, this nobleman had a very
beautiful young wife but she died.

And some people thought
that it was Bluebeard's fault

but didn't dare say so.

And then one day,
Bluebeard thought to himself,

"It's about time I got myself
another beautiful young wife."

Tell the story, Papa, tell it.

Pa pa.

Come here, I'll tell you the story.

But I want Papa to tell it.

(DOOR CLOSES)

just come and say goodbye to him.

PRINCE BOLKONSKY: I will not. Go away!

But Andrei's leaving,
think, you may never see him again.

- And whose fault is that?
-(GASPS)

You made me quarrel with him.
I blame you for this.

Andrei, I wish you didn't have to go.

Thank God I can.

It's a shame that you can't.

Why do you say that?

When you're going to that dreadful war
and Papa's so old that he may not...

Andrei, let me ask you one thing.

Don't go with bitterness in your heart.

Only forgiveness
will make us truly happy.

Forgiveness is a woman's virtue.
I'm not capable of it.

When I see Anatole Kuragin again,
I shall challenge him and kill him.

And then perhaps
my mind will be at peace.

(CARRIAGE DOOR CLOSES)

(NATASHA HUMMING WEAKLY)

I wish you would play again properly,
and sing again.

Sometimes I try.

But it feels wrong, you know,

as if I have no voice left to sing with.

It will come again.

You've been very ill,
you know, it takes time.

- But what I did to Andrei...
- He should have forgiven you.

To leave you alone
for a year for no good reason

and how could you have known
what sort of man Kuragin is?

Natasha, you made one mistake,

in a life that's all been bringing
happiness to everyone you know.

One mistake.

I mean, look at me,
my life is one mistake after another.

- Is that how you see it?
- How could I see it otherwise?

I wanted to change
the world for the better,

help my fellow men, and look at me,

a fat, drunken aristocrat
who makes a bungle out of everything.

Natasha, I've done nothing
with my life, nothing.

You've been very kind to me.

And that's only because I...

Never mind.

No one's as kind as you.

No one understands me as well as you do.

If you hadn't have been there
then and now,

I don't know what would
have happened to me, because...

If you knew now... No, this is wrong!

What? What's wrong?

Natasha, I think...

I think its best
if I don't visit you so often.

But Why?

Because...

Tell me.

PRINCE BOLKONSKY:
First get some stationery, eight quires.

Here's a sample, exactly the same.

Get it from Minsky's, nowhere else.

And the varnish, sealing wax,
it's all on this list.

Give my compliments
to the Governor of Smolensk.

But Papa, the French
are already approaching Smolensk.

They're on our doorstep.
Didn't you read Andrei's letter?

Nonsense, don't interfere!

Off you go, Tikhon. Off you go.

MARYA: (WHISPERING) Tikhon.

Go to the Governor,
tell him my father refuses to leave

and ask him what can be done for us,

for how many days
will we still be safe here?

All right, Princess,
I'll see how the land lies.

And come back quickly.

Safe journey.

No, no, no, no. (MUTTERING)

The French
can't be near Smolensk already.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

The town has surrendered. Leave!

Leave.

(WOMAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Turn around.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

MAN: Done for. Russia's done for.

Go ahead, boys. Take the lot.

Leave nothing for the French.

I'll set the fire myself.

Tikhon?
What in God's name are you doing here?

The master refused to leave, sir.

Tell him he must.

Tell him the French
will be at Bald Hills within days.

Do you understand?
He must leave now, as must you.

Yes, Your Excellency.

Is everything lost now, then?

Far from it, but for now you have to go.

Go!

- No.No.
- But Papa, Andrei said...

Did he think I would abandon
my home to that accursed Frenchman?

Never! Bald Hills must be defended
to the last man.

Summon the militia.

Give me my jacket.

Not that one! The full dress uniform.

Papa, the militia aren't here any more,
everyone's going.

They would never dare disobey me.

You go if you want to.
I'm making my stand here.

Tikhon, buckle my sword.

Do it!

Do it!

Grandpa's going to war, isn't he?

No!

Quickly!

Pa pa.

- Papa?
-(GROANING)

(MUTTERING INCOHERENTLY)

We must carry him to Bogucharovo.

We'll be safe there
for a while, at least.

Carry on. I'm going to take a detour.

There's a place ahead where the men
can bathe if they want to.

Very good, Your Excellency.

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

(SIGHS)

Good day, master.

Where are the family?

All gone away, sir.

Thank God for that.

It's all right, Your Excellency,
it's not too cold.

If you fancy it
I could order this lot out,

-you could have it to yourself.
- No, no, let them bathe.

ANDREI: So much healthy flesh.

And all of it cannon fodder.

(GROANING)

SOLDIER: May I be of any assistance,
Your Excellency?

No, thank you.

We are going
to our estate in Bogucharovo.

It's over there.

I wouldn't advise it.

The French are only two days behind us.

Go to Moscow, you'll be safe there.

(PRINCE BOLKONSKY GROANING)

Dear heart.

Daughter,

my heart aches.

Forgive me.

Of course I forgive you, Papa.

(GROANS)

Andryushka?

I want to see him.

(SOBBING) He can't come, Papa.

He's away with the army.

(SIGHS)

Russia lost.

They destroyed her.

(SIGHING)

(MUMBLES)

What is it, dear?

Put on your white dress.

I like it.

(SOFTLY) Tikhon.

(SOBBING) Oh, Tikhon,
I wished for his death.

I prayed for it
and all the while he loved me.

He loved me.

As soon as we have buried my father,
we must all leave for Moscow.

But are you sure this is the best?
If we stayed,

I am sure we would be very well treated
by the French officers.

I won't stay to see
the enemy in my father's house.

- If you please, Your Excellency.
- Yes, what?

The peasants are
making difficulties about the horses.

You see? They know they too
will be well treated by my countrymen.

The French will put us under
their protection. Truly, Princess...

I would rather die
than beg my enemy to protect me.

It would be an insult
to my father's memory.

Tikhon, I am sure this must
be a misunderstanding.

Send Dron the headman to me, please.
Immediately.

They're waiting outside,
Your Excellency.

(SIGHS)

Dronushka, what is this?

Now, after our misfortune?

We all walk under God, Princess.

I need to leave, this evening
or tomorrow morning at the latest.

Can you have the horses ready
and the carts loaded?

There are no horses, Princess.

Of course there are horses.
What are you talking about?

It's God's punishment, Princess.

Most of the horses
were taken for the army.

And as for the rest of them,

there's nothing left to feed them with.

TIKHON: Lies!

What it is, Your Excellency,

they've got it into their heads

that they'd be better off
waiting for the French.

MARYA: You haven't understood.

You have my word

that you will be housed
and fed at our estate near Moscow.

If you stay, the enemy will destroy you.

The French will set us free
and give us land.

What have you ever done for us?

How can you say that?

You wouldn't dare to if my father
were alive or my brother were here.

Now, I order you to have
the horses ready for departure!

It's beautiful country.
We should find plenty of fodder here.

We need to secure it
before the French get to it.

And a few pretty girls?

Mine's the little one in front.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What can we do for you, sweet-face?

My mistress wishes to know your name
and your regiment, if you please,

and if you would come to the house
and speak to her.

Certainly. I'm Lieutenant Ilyin
of the Pavlograd Hussars

and this is Count Rostov,
our squadron commander.

And we will be delighted
to speak with your mistress.

Might we know her name?

She is the Princess Marya Nikolaevna
Bolkonskaya, Your Excellency.

Her father the Prince died yesterday.

And the peasants have been taking
advantage of the situation.

I'm sorry to hear of it.
Please show us the way.

I am ashamed to have
to beg for your assistance, sir.

Not at all, Princess.
This is an outrage.

And I am only too happy
to be able to assist you.

It will be both a pleasure and an honour
to escort you away from here,

and I promise you no one
will dare cause you any trouble.

Thank you, Count Rostov.

My dear Prince, can it be true?

Smolensk in flames
and Napoleon advancing on Moscow?

Oh, our army will stop him
well before Moscow,

and you know Moscow
is a long way from Petersburg.

But if it comes to the worst,
what is to happen to us?

Are we all to be guillotined?

No, no, no, clear lady,
Napoleon is magnanimous.

I suppose we shall all have
to brush up our French again, though.

Ah, Bilibin.
Interesting times we live in.

The lovely Helene not here this evening?

Ah, no.

She had to accept another invitation.

Two lovers, one absent husband
and she's in a delicate condition.

Of course, the child is not Bezukhov's.

I'm sure she'll sort it out.

Marry me

and I'd be yours and yours alone.

(CHUCKLES)
But that's impossible, isn't it?

Aren't you still married to Bezukhov?

No.

Well, only in name.

You see, we've...

He's never...

(CHUCKLES) I can't say it in modesty.

You're saying...

it could be annulled?

Why not?

I'm sure if I write to Pierre,
he'll do anything I asked.

He's such an obliging soul.

You do want to marry me, don't you?

Well...

Yes, of course.

Then I'll write to Pierre directly.

You still wasting your time,
turning over cards like a little boy?

I'm trying to determine
my fate, Catiche.

Someone told me
that you were going to the war.

Yes, I'm considering it.

You?

You know nothing about war.

Well, perhaps it's time I found out.

NIKOLAI. My dear mother and father,

I hope you are making plans
to leave Moscow.

Otradnoe will be much safer for you.

As for myself,

you will be happy to hear
that I am well and safe.

The Pavlograd Hussars
have been held in reserve,

so I have been buying new horses
for the regiment.

We're in a beautiful part of the country

and no one would think
that we were at war.

"A short time ago,

"I was able to be of service
to Princess Marya Bolkonskaya."

Ah!

"The family estate was in the path
of the French advance

"and as I happened to be in the area,

"I was happy to escort the Princess

"for part of her journey
to a place of greater safety.

"She was very grateful,
as you can imagine."

There's a bit crossed out there,
can't read it.

"And asked me to send her
warmest good wishes to you all."

NATALYA: Well.

If something should come of that,
it could solve all our problems.

NIKOLAI. I will soon be
arriving in Voronezh,

where I have been invited

to spend the evening
with the Governor and his wife.

I understand
they're old friends of yours,

so I am very much looking
forward to meeting them.

Ah, here they are,
the men of the moment.

You are welcome, gentlemen.

Please, take a drink.

NIKOLAI: Thank you.

(exec-us)

(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)

Rich pickings.

(CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHTER)

It is such a pleasure
to meet you at last.

It's a pleasure for me, too.

We heard of your rescue
of Princess Marya.

Ah.

Well, it was fortunate
that I was passing.

You made a great impression
upon the Princess.

Did you know that she is here
in Voronezh with her aunt?

- Really?
- Yes, she is.

And of course, you will call upon her
tomorrow morning to pay your respects?

I should be very pleased
to see her again.

You know, it's just the match for you,
would you like me to arrange it?

(SIGHING) If only it were that simple.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(DOOR OPENING)

He's here.

(BOTH GIGGLING)

Count Rostov.

Princess.

I was so happy to hear
you were in Voronezh.

It really does seem like fate,
doesn't it?

Yes, it does.

I hope your family are well.

Yes, very well. That is to say,
my sister was quite ill

-but l believe she's recovering now.
- Oh, I hope so.

I liked her very much when I met her
and I hope to see more of her.

I hope you do.

Strange how things turn out
sometimes, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

(INAUDIBLE)

GENERAL KUTUZOV: Ah, Prince Andrei.

Welcome back, Your Grace.

I'm delighted to be
under your command again.

Good lad.

I'm very glad to see you.

How is your father?

I learned of his death only yesterday.

Oh. I am so, so sorry to hear that.

I loved and respected him.

He was a great soldier in his day.

Well, well.

So you'll be at my side on the day?

I thank you for the honour

but I request permission to be allowed

to fight on the front line
with my regiment.

Ooh, it'll be bloody.

But you don't need me to tell you that.

I expect to lose 20,000 men.

God willing, he'll lose more.

He thinks he's invincible.
He'll find he's not.

We're fighting on our own soil now.

We can't give him a clear run to Moscow,
not without a fight.

So,

it has to be here.

We'll stop him here, at Borodino.

Good.

Good luck, my boy.

I hope we meet again.

(ALL TALKING IN DISTINCTLY)

Excuse me, sir,
what's this place called?

Bordino? No, Borodino.

And are all these ours?

That's right, and over there,
the French.

Look. There.
You can see their fires on the hill.

And you are, sir, what, a doctor?

No,no.

I'm just here to see what's going on.

(MEN SINGING MOURNFULLY IN RUSSIAN)

(GRUNTING)

DOLOKHOV: Count Bezukhov!

Dolokhov.

I am so glad I saw you, old friend.

God knows whether either of us
will be alive after tomorrow.

I am very sorry we fell out.

I wronged you, Petrushka,
and I beg your forgiveness.

(CLATTERS)

- Hey. Watch yourself.
- I do beg your pardon.

I'm looking for Prince Bolkonsky.

He's that way.

ANDREI: Pierre?

What in hell's name are you doing here?

Looking for you.
And I thought I would see

if there was anything I could do
for Russia and so on.

For God's sake, Pierre,

we're about to fight
the bloodiest battle yet,

I have to look after you now?

You just turn around

and go straight home
while you still have the chance.

No. No, I'm here now.

It's all right.
I promise, I won't get in your way.

(SIGHS)

Very well.

Come on, then.

PIERRE: So you think we'll win tomorrow?

ANDREI: I think we'll hold them
to a standstill,

which is as good as winning.

I sense it in our men.

They're ready to die this time,
they won't run away.

It won't be pretty.

- Really, you should go back to Moscow.
- No.

No, not now I've come all this way.

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

- You're not afraid?
- No.

No, why should I be?
If death comes, it comes.

What do I have to lose?

I feel very much the same, my friend.

I spoke to Natasha
just before I came here.

She still loves you, Andrei,
and she longs for your forgiveness.

That's all over now.

And I thought we'd agreed
we'd never speak of it.

I went back to Bald Hills.

I was walking through the orchard.

There were a couple
of peasant girls there, very young,

picking the plums and eating them.

They thought they were doing
something naughty.

(INHALES)

When they saw me,
they ran away laughing.

I wanted to tell them, "It's all right,
take as many as you like."

They were picking up their skirts
as they ran away.

I could see their
little feet flashing white...

It was her soul I loved.

Was it all an illusion?

You know, one time,
she was trying to tell me

about some old man
she'd met in the forest

who had been very kind to her,

she was trying to find
the right words to tell it,

how special the moment had been.

She couldn't find the words
but it didn't matter.

- It was in her eyes, Pierre.
- I know.

- It was her soul I loved.
- I know.

And that animal Kuragin,

all he saw in her
was a piece of sweet flesh to feed on.

Well, it's all over and done with now.

- No, it doesn't have to be.
- Enough.

Time to sleep.

You need to be fresh
in the morning and so do I.

- Andrei...
- Enough.

Warriors.

Here at last is the battle
you long for.

Act as you acted at Austerlitz
and victory is assured.

Posterity will remember you
as the heroes

who fought and won
in the great battle of Borodino!

SOLDIERS: (CHANTING) Vive l'Empereur!

-(CANNON FIRE)
- What?

What?

What's happened? Has it begun?

Yes, if you please.

My master left a horse for you.

All the gentlemen have gone
and General Kutuzov left an hour ago.

Why didn't you wake me?

My master said to let you sleep,
Your Excellency.

Excuse me.

I beg your pardon.

Excuse me. Excuse me, I beg your pardon.

(CANNON FIRE)

Who's that?

You, sir!

Count Bezukhov at your service,
Your Grace.

Anything I can do to help?
I should like to get in the thick of it.

Oh.

Would you now?

All right, show him the way.

- God be with you, my boy.
- SOLDIER: Follow me.

(CHUCKLING)

(SOLDIERS SCREAMING)

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

SOLDIER: Sir.

Sir, you shouldn't be here.
It's too dangerous.

It's all right. I won't get in the way.

Let me, let me know
if there's anything I can do.

(SOLDIERS SCREAMING)

Are you not scared, master?

No, I don't seem to be, are you?

When you could have
your guts spilled at any minute?

Of course I'm scared.

(CANNON FIRE CONTINUES)

(SOLDIERS SCREAMING)

We're getting cut to pieces.

Nothing to do but endure.

Courage, lads!

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

(CANNON FIRE CONTINUES)

Colonel. It is my duty to report
only eight charges left.

- Do we continue firing?
- Yes, of course.

You, run to the ammunition cart,
get the reserves.

I'll go. I'm strong.

This is no place for you, master.

No. I'll help you carry them.

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

Here they are, master.

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

PIERRE: Sir, the ammunition boxes
got blown up.

Help me! Brother!

Help me. Help me.

-(SOLDIER SCREAMING)
-(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

(SOLDIERS SCREAMING)

Sire, Marshal Murat's compliments,
reinforcements are necessary.

Reinforcements?
We're already two to one.

Marshal Murat says one more division
would finish the job.

Sire, the Russians
are attacking our left flank.

We can't hold them.

- Sire, the Imperial Guard?
- No.

I'm not going to risk losing
the Imperial Guard on this shambles.

Order the army to withdraw and regroup.

Meanwhile, keep up with the bombardment.

There's more than one way to skin a cat.

(WHIMPERS)

SOLDIER: (LAUGHING) Look at that dog.

The things you see in a war.

-(CANNON FIRE)
- Look out!

COLONEL: Get down, sir.

Get down, sir.

Get down!

(SOLDIER GROANING)

(SOLDIERS GROANING)

(GROANING)

All right, Your Excellency.

It's a bad one but we'll do our best.

(SOLDIER WHIMPERING)

(SOLDIER SOBBING)

(COUGHS AND GASPS)

Show it to me.

There you are, sir.

(ANATOLE GROANING)

ANDREI: Anatole?

- Anatole Kuragin.
-(SOBBING) Bolkonsky.

Bolkonsky, have pity.

Look what they've done to me.

(COUGHS)

(ANATOLE TREMBLING)

(GRUNTS)

(SOBBING)

(GRUNTS)

Gentlemen, we have endured everything
the enemy could throw at us

and have driven them off.

Napoleon has suffered a mortal wound
from which he will not recover.

The spirit of his army has been broken.

And now?

Do we go on the offensive?

No.

We retreat.

We lost half our army at Borodino.

Let us not lose the other half.

Abandon Moscow?

Abandon Russia's sacred capital
without a fight?