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PRESENT

THE EASTERN FRONT OF KOLCHAKS ARMY GENERAL WOJCIECHOWSKIS POSITIONS

Bear with me…

Save your bullets!

HQ, do you hear me?

Im here.

You came here? Under fire?

The line is broken. Why did you stop the offensive?

Weve no cartridges left.

Sergei Nikolaevich, I talked to Kolchak.

- We must advance. - Will we have reinforcement?

Theyre on the way. But while theyre coming, well be done for.

Well have to get weapons in battle. Time is precious.

Arrange the troops.

Officers!

Soldiers!

Brothers!

Theres no help coming, and to hell with that.

God is with us!

Weve been beating enemy with prayer on our lips.

All is in the hands of God.

A little piece of steel outside

to serenade the little piece of steel inside, eh.

For our Faith, our Fatherland – charge!

Close with the bayonet!

Sir, you shouldnt risk your life.

Wherere the musicians? Bring them here on the double!

Musicians, charge!

Get up!

Brothers, look lively! Charge! Hurrah!

Vera…

Gee, ‘twas a woman.

Lets get away…

God, have mercy…

- Well bury the Reds with the Whites? - Yeah, theyre all Orthodox people,

God didnt make them different.

May God forgive us such losses,

for the sake of our Fatherland.

- You may go. - Yes, sir.

ADMIRAL

WRITTEN BY ZOYA KUDRYA AND VLADIMIR VALUTSKY

DIRECTED BY ANDREI KRAVCHUK

PHOTOGRAPHY BY IGOR GRINYAKIN, ALEXEI RODIONOV

ART DIRECTOR MARIA TURSKAYA EDITED BY TOM ROLF, DMITRY CHISTYAKOV

MUSIC BY RUSLAN MURATOV CO-WRITTEN BY GLEB MATVEICHUK

COSTUMES BY MARIA MORDKOVICH, EKATERINA GMYRYA

SOUND BY VLADIMIR LITROVNIK, KIRILL BODROV

VISUAL EFFECTS BY SERGEI SAVENKOV, MAXIM AKSYONOV, ARMAN YAKHIN

ADMIRAL KOLCHAK KONSTANTIN KHABENSKY

ANNA TIMIRYOVA ELIZAVETA BOYARSKAYA

SOFYA KOLCHAK ANNA KOVALCHUK

SERGEY TIMIRYOV VLADISLAV VETROV

MIKHAIL SMIRNOV EGOR BEROEV

GENERAL KAPPEL SERGEI BEZRUKOV

UDINTSOV, HEAD OF KOLCHAKS SECURITY ALEXANDER EFIMOV

AIDE KNYAZEV DMITRY SUTYRIN

GENERAL WOJCIECHOWSKI IGOR SAVOCHKIN

GENERAL ZINEVICH VLADIMIR ZAITSEV

PRIME MINISTER PEPELYAEV ALEXANDER KLYUKVIN

GENERAL JANIN RICHARD BOHRINGER

ACCOUNTANT KULYABKO KONSTANTIN VOROBYOV

NURSE IRINA PEGOVA

MINISTERS OF KOLCHAKS GOVERNMENT: SERGEI ZEFIROV, ALEXANDER TYUTIN

IVAN MIKHAILOV - YURY MAZIKHIN PYOTR VOLOGODSKY - VITALY ZIKORA

LEADING PRODUCERS DMITRY YURKOV, NIKOLAI POPOV

PRODUCERS ANATOLY MAKSIMOV, DJANIK FAIZIEV

EPISODE EIGHT EXODUS

OMSK. THE HEADQUARTERS OF RUSSIAS SUPREME RULER

Take a seat, Victor Nikolaevich.

Thank you.

You are still for the convening of the Assembly of Land?

Yes, Your Honor. As a social-revolutionary, I…

I know about your convictions, and you know about mine.

No politics.

Promise youll forget about all this nonsense.

But I cant renounce my convictions.

Youll have to. Ive signed the appointment.

Youre not the Minister of Internal Affairs anymore.

I offer you the post of Prime Minister.

But…

Mr. Vologodsky is not good enough for the war situation.

I need a more decisive person. My congratulations.

Thank you.

I swear Ill be with you to the very end.

I hope you wont regret it.

Take over your duties, Victor Nikolaevich.

Yes, sir.

OMSK

PARIS. FRANCE

Its the great Feast, Sofya Fyodorovna. Dont cry.

Yes, of course. I was just remembering…

Itll rain soon.

I hope its not the last Trinity Feast.

Lets go.

Who knows.

Our every day is like the last one.

So, maybe it was the last Trinity Feast.

How do you do, sir.

The Holy Feast today.

Thank God I found you. A telegram from Chelyabinsk.

What about it?

Our troops driven into the swamp. Thats the way the cookie crumbles.

Where shall we take them?

To the surgery.

Hi, Anya.

I was told you became a nurse. I didnt even believe them.

How strange.

- May I sit down? - Of course.

What a weather!

So, its you.

- Somethings wrong with Volodya? - No, hes all right.

And so are your relatives.

So, you smoke?

Imagine, it took me three weeks to get here.

Thank you.

A letter would have been enough.

I couldnt write everything.

But I came for another reason.

Im worried about you.

We already discussed everything.

No need to repeat it again.

Im not asking you to return.

Your relatives together with our son are leaving to Paris.

And you, too.

Youll have an apartment and the money, I took care of everything.

You only need to give your consent.

Anya, whats keeping you here?

Im sorry,

but His Honor dignifies you with an invitation to his house not so often.

Everyone knows about it.

Dont you find all this humiliating?

- I must go. - Look, this is insane.

I know how it feels to wait when someone will remember about you.

You have a son. Anya.

Ill see you off to Paris and will leave to China.

Please, wake up, come to your senses.

Anya, wait.

You…

You are a bad mother.

Maybe.

It didnt bring me luck.

- And heres a letter from Volodya. - From our Volodya?

“I love you”

OMSK. THE HEADQUARTERS OF RUSSIAS SUPREME RULER

Your Honor.

A letter from the British office.

General Zinevich is here.

- See him in. - Yes, sir.

- Come in, sir. - Thank you.

What about the offensive?

General Kappel retaliated…

Hell be rewarded. But what about the offensive?

We need reinforcement on the approaches to Chelyabinsk.

Send the reserves there.

We have no more reserves, Admiral.

Why didnt you take measures?

We already discussed the early mobilization.

Now that our Army is suffering defeats…

There are only temporary difficulties.

Now that we are having temporary difficulties,

there are no so many volunteers.

Shall we recruit them by force?

Dont try to be so sensitive. A civil war is going on.

Its either us or them.

Carry out the total mobilization.

- Its an order. - Permission to go?

Go.

Difficulties…

VILLAGE OF TALSTY. SIBERIA SPRING 1919

‘tis ready, Your Honor.

“If you have a Russian heart beating in your chest,

come to our brotherly fold without fear”.

Who said that?

Russias Supreme Ruler Admiral Kolchak.

Herewith he proclaims total mobilization.

May all who can handle weapons stand under his banners.

Have you lost your tongues? Three cheers for this.

Why dont you cheer?

Why should I, Your Honor?

We wont be left in peace.

Its either the Reds or the Whites wanting us.

Dont join the Reds.

Join the Whites.

You.

Your name?

Heres my name for you.

You bastard!

Whip him!

Please, dont, have mercy…

Ive five kids!

Dont, the Devil tripped me.

In the place of thy rest, o lord, give Rest also to the soul of thy servant…

Mister Kerensky, lame duck, Crows disaster for Kolchak.

Mister Kerensky is wrong: Our spirit is very strong!

Hurrah to our victory, brothers!

We will aim at evil eye And wont let our Russia die!

Very soon will come the day When the Bolshies will run away!

Silence, gentlemen.

- Whats going on? - Its the artistes, Your Honor.

Very well, gentlemen, the concert is over.

Go back to your wards, on the double.

Get up!

Go back to your wards.

Move on, fellows.

The concert is over.

- Who are you? - Your Honor…

Were traveling around the fronts and hospitals.

Heres… somewhere…

a permit from the 3rd Army commandment.

All right, mister artiste of the 3rd Army.

But dont you come here today anymore.

Sir, we were promised a reward, I mean, a dinner.

- Feed them. - Yes, sir.

The Supreme Commander is coming with an inspection.

I want everything spic and span here!

- Yes, sir. - Where should we go?

Gentlemen, proceed to the kitchen.

Thank you.

Watch your step!

Nurse, lock the ward for the heavily wounded.

Its not for the eyes of His Honor.

Hurry up, please.

Your Honor, this way, please.

- Salute, Your Honor! - Good afternoon.

A separate ward for the staff officers.

It was Mr. Vologodskys order.

Where is Anna Timiryova?

We accidentally locked her with the heavily wounded.

Are you crazy?

Let her out.

Later.

…those red prisoners were given arms, and they shot in our backs.

The Czechs live in the trains amongst woods like tsars.

They killed ten our soldiers who wandered there.

And weve no food, no boots, no weapons.

- We war with our bare hands. - Its just random cases.

Dont interrupt.

Against whom do we war?

Against the Bolsheviks.

Many folks join them.

They issued a decree not to touch Siberian peasants.

For this they win a lot of respect.

Well, gentlemen.

We respect them as well: we catch them by the tails and send to hell.

Get well.

Why is it locked?

Infectious patients.

Open the door.

- Your Honor, its dangerous. - Fulfill the order.

Nurse…

Udintsov, give me a hand.

- Let me help you. - Open the door.

Orderlies!

Over here.

Over here. Put them on the beds.

Careful…

Take away the stretcher. Bring the rest.

- Where do you serve? - In the deliveries.

- You recovered? - Almost… Yes, sir!

To the front. And heres why the Bolshies…

Over here.

You need a good gulp of war.

Then your reports wont be so azure. Stick to reality, gentlemen.

My congratulations.

Why are the weapons still at the stations?

- Weve no transport. - No transport?

What about 400 carriages?

The speculators took fish to trans-Baikal regions in them.

What?

I ordered to dump fish and to try the criminals.

But they disappeared together with the carriages.

Your Honor, we need very strict rules.

How many more?

Pardon me?

How many more laws of the wartime? I sign no end of them every day!

Its not about laws but people!

Gentlemen, were dealing with unsatisfactory human material.

Im amazed at this degradation!

How can we war in such conditions?

Still, Im convinced that besides the front there is the country

which needs strict rules to maintain order.

Cant you see, Pyotr Vasilyevich:

no matter what laws we make, well be shot if we lose this war.

What about the pilots?

We arrested six pilots and the chief of the air fleet.

They stole tons of fuel allegedly for reconnaissance flights.

Theyll be persecuted tonight.

Shot without trial?

But its a war time, as you said yourself.

Their guilt was proved and they confessed everything.

There should be a trial.

We are not the Bolsheviks, gentlemen.

Dismissed.

You know what, gentlemen: the power is in weak hands.

The mead period of the Omsk regime is over.

We should face the truth.

PARIS. FRANCE

I couldnt even imagine it will be in all French papers.

“The wife of Russias Supreme Ruler was received in Elysee Palace.”

With the photo.

My photos in profile are always bad.

So, what did the President say to you?

He only smiled and kissed my hands.

Did he mention my Dad?

They say, the French government is going to acknowledge the power of Kolchak.

I hope so, God be praised.

Yes, everything will change soon.

Slava will attend the Versailles college.

As for me...

How do the wives of supreme rulers engage themselves?

Well…

I will pride myself in my men.

- The best regards from my wife. - Thank you.

THE EASTERN FRONT OF KOLCHAKS ARMY HQ OF THE 2ND UKRAINIAN REGIMENT

Peter, its me.

Sorry.

Hands up!

The Reds!

Treason!

To arms, gentlemen!

Hands up!

Get down!

Traitors!

Were the soldiers of the Red Army.

Its Grigory, my orderly!

- Shut up. - Grigory…

Take off your watch! Come on.

You traitor! You bastard!

Didnt I tell you to raise your hands.

Now were free people.

Lets go, fellas.

In the early 1919, you suffered a chain of defeats.

IRKUTSK. JANUARY 1920

How can you explain such a drastic change in the war?

I didnt suffer a chain of defeats.

Well, lets put it your way – temporary difficulties.

Anyway, by November last year the frontline moved 500 km eastwards.

It can be explained by a number of reasons.

First of all – bad coordination of the commanders.

Ataman Semyonov and the likes

was subverting the trust in the White movement.

The supply of the Army by the allies was a disaster.

We were absolutely not ready for the winter.

You may also thank your generals and intendants for this.

Yes.

There were the cases of theft, and the culprits were severely punished.

But, mostly, the Army was corrupted by your agitators, Mr. Popov.

You mean, the Bolsheviks agitators.

Im not familiar with the shades of your red color.

They tricked into treason a number of our units

and, as you know, the Ukrainian regiment.

But your soldiers willingly believed them.

What did they fight for?

Dont stand behind my back.

They fought, as I did, for their Fatherland.

For restoring the order in the country you have ruined.

For their right to choose, after the war,

the most acceptable form of governing in Russia.

Such abstract ideas are not clear to the simple soldier.

The Bolsheviks gave concrete promises:

land – to the peasants, factories – to the workers,

peace – to the peoples, power – to the Soviets.

If only you had been clever enough

to motivate the soldiers with the same things.

My dear sir, I cant promise what I cant give.

Its that poor lieutenant again.

God is All-Merciful…

I heard about evacuation.

What shall we do with them?

Can you ask for railway carriages from you-know-whom?

- The Reds are so close to Omsk? - Didnt you hear the cannonade?

I did.

We dont have enough carriages.

Kolchak is so busy. Remind him about us.

Vera, its impossible.

Then talk to some general.

They wont listen to me, but youre a lady.

Theyll kiss your hand and will help.

I cant imagine myself in the role of a petitioner.

Dear Anna Vasilyevna, please.

Ladies,

they brought the officers wounded by the friendlies.

Come.

The revolts happen even in the rear.

At the front we badly need weapons and provision.

The Reds have crossed the Tobol.

We lose Omsk – we lose everything.

By defending Omsk well lose the Army.

- How do you do. - How do you do.

Im sorry, but we are in session. Shall I leave a message?

- No, thanks. - Pardon me.

Gentlemen.

Your Honor.

There can be only one decision – to defend Omsk to the last.

You are right.

I swear by God.

...To surrender Omsk would be a catastrophe.

Will you excuse me.

Ive just come from the front and didnt put myself into order.

- Permission to speak? - Kindly do.

Bad news, gentlemen.

Treason.

The 2nd Ukrainian Regiment sided with the enemy and denuded the central front.

The Reds are approaching Omsk.

In one-two weeks they will be here.

Such is the situation.

You are to decide, Supreme Ruler.

I announce Irkutsk as the place of the central power.

We must begin evacuation.

Well sacrifice Omsk to save the Army and to continue our war with the Bolsheviks.

OMSK. THE BANK

Wheres the gold?

Janin ordered the Czech troops to guard it.

Well load it on the carts.

On the carts? All the roads are covered with snow.

Ill report this to General Janin.

Youre welcome to.

Mr. Kulyabko. 29 carriages are on the medical track.

You may go.

What about 7 more? There must be 36 carriages.

7 carriages with gold and platinum almost loaded on track 2.

Arbatsky ordered to be ready in one hour.

The echelon must set off before the daybreak.

Well manage in time, sir.

Careful with this cargo.

Admiral, I was trying to reach you.

What a pleasant surprise, General Janin.

I dont understand your irony.

Its not irony.

General Knox has moved with his English office to Vladivostok long ago.

But you stayed here for some reason.

Im still in charge of the allied troops.

What did you want to discuss with me?

You lack carriages.

The Czech troops will give you carriages for the gold reserve and will guard it.

As theyll guard your echelon.

We have a Russian saying –

dont allow the hungry to slice the loaf.

I was glad to see you, sir.

Dont make more enemies than you already have, Admiral.

NOVEMBER 1919

Here you will find your study, Mr. Pepelyaev.

Good.

Please check the wounded.

The office room is here.

And the last compartment is for telegraph.

- Its here. - Alexander Vasilyevich.

For one minute.

What?

Ive found Anna Vasilyevna.

Alexander Vasilyevich.

The medical carriages are all full. No place left for the lightly wounded.

- Open it. - I cant, Madame.

Have carriage 2 vacated.

Its for manufacturers and merchants. They paid for it.

Did you hear my order?

Take the wounded inside.

Dear Anna Vasilyevna.

Back in Petrograd I made a mistake by leaving you.

But not ever again.

Will you come with me?

Together. In one carriage.

From now on, will you always stay with me?

From morning till night, because…

Because I cant live without you.

My dear, adorable Anna Vasilyevna.