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- Name? - Captain Defense, sir.

Colonel Dupuis is expecting you.

The second-in-command of French intelligence?

Yes, Captain.

Defense is here.

Ah, yes, Captain Defense. I have just been reading your report.

Our agents in Germany confirm

there was a gigantic plane at the base at Dalhun

which was destroyed in some mysterious fire.

Due to you, Defense?

Yes, sir. But that was actually an accident, sir.

So our agents report.

Also, you failed to persuade Monsieur Fokker to come over to us.

Yes, sir.

So...

What am I to do with you, Defense?

I don't know, sir.

The Prime Minister needs an agent

for a difficult mission of the highest secrecy.

It will have to be you.

Command headquarters is expecting you.

Report there immediately.

Yes, sir.

Oh, Defense,

don't fail this time.

Yes, sir.

Hello!

Hey! Hey, you two!

Stop, you two!

Papers, please.

There they go.

Papers.

Come on.

It's fine. Right through those doors.

That's the trick cyclist we passed on the way in.

We thought he was an errand boy.

That's Captain Errand Boy to you, Second Lieutenant.

Unless you're dressed for a masquerade,

I fully expect to be saluted.

Captain, really.

No, no, he's quite right.

You clearly have no idea who these gentlemen are.

Two officers of junior rank.

The brothers, Prince Sixtus and Prince Xavier of Bourbon-Parma.

You see, Captain,

our sister is the Empress Zita of Austria.

Her husband, Emperor Karl,

wishes to negotiate a peace settlement separate from Germany.

My God, Germany would lose its major ally.

It would pull the rug right out from under the Kaiser.

What would my part be in this?

You are to escort Lieutenants Sixtus and Xavier into Vienna.

There they will meet secretly with Emperor Karl

and try to secure, in writing,

certain concessions demanded by my government.

You will then get the brothers safely back to France.

If we succeed, we can put an end to this war with a stroke of a pen,

without another shot being fired or another life lost.

Interested?

Here are your papers.

They are expert forgeries and should see you safely into Austria.

Once you have crossed the border,

you will be contacted by one of our operatives

and given further instructions.

Operative?

Schultz.

How will I find this Schultz?

Schultz will find you.

You know, the skiing in Gstaad is extraordinary at this time of year.

Do you remember that time

the Duke and Duchess of Rochester arrived with their entire retinue intact?

And I had the misfortune to run into those...

Let's get one thing straight.

We're not here on holiday. This is damn serious business.

I don't think we need you to tell us that.

I think you do.

Look at you, dressed like a couple of Parisian dandies

off to the gaming tables.

You don't like us much, do you, Captain?

I don't care for the frivolous.

In this line of work, it can get you killed.

If we go into Austria with you prattling on

about Gstaad this and the duke and duchess of that,

they'll be on to us in no time.

Who? German spies?

German spies don't concern me so much.

All they'd do is shoot us.

It's the Austrian secret police that worries me more.

And what would they do?

Poke our eyes out,

strip our flesh, feed us our innards, for starters.

You may view us as frivolous, Captain,

but our commitment to ending this horror is not.

Yeah, well, I've seen the horror.

Flanders, Verdun, the Congo.

How much horror have you glimpsed from the Paris nightclubs?

Those uniforms that we wear aren't just for show, Captain.

My brother and I serve as stretcher bearers,

carrying the wounded off the front lines.

Our sister is equally concerned.

Sixtus, show him the letter.

"Think of all those unfortunate souls living in the hell of the trenches,

"dying every day by the thousands.

"And come with all haste."

I like your sister already.

How dare you!

Just how far do you think we'd get

if they searched you at the border and found this?

We're at the Austrian border.

Stay calm and don't act suspiciously.

We'll have to leave the train, then we'll pass the checkpoints separately.

Then we'll meet up on the other side.

Let's go.

Keep a low profile. Remember, we don't know each other.

What's the delay, Sergeant?

Are these your papers, mein Herr?

Of course they're my papers.

Now, if you would let me pass.

- They're taking him away! - Keep your voice down.

We have to do something.

Yes, we have to get back on the train now.

Listen to me, there's nothing we could have done.

Our lives would have been forfeited,

and our mission would have amounted to nothing.

Oh, God. My poor brother.

Whatever shall I tell our sister?

Whatever shall I tell our parents?

Tell them that he sacrificed himself for the noblest of causes.

On the other hand, you could say

that those stupid fools at the border mistook me for somebody else.

Sixtus!

We thought you were a goner for sure!

I would've been, if it hadn't been for you.

Thank God you burnt that letter.

What kind of questions did they ask?

Nothing important. Like I said, they thought I was somebody else.

What are you thinking?

Why arrest us at the border?

Why not shadow us into Vienna and smash the entire spy network?

But surely, if someone were tagging us, we'd have noticed it by now.

Tickets. Tickets, please.

Xavier.

I'm sorry, gentlemen, I have to take your tickets for now.

Why would he take our tickets?

Excuse me, is there some problem with our tickets?

It seems you were assigned the wrong compartment.

It's no problem, there's no one else due there today.

So feel free to stay.

Thank you.

What have you done with them?

Where are they?

Tell me where they are or I'll break your neck!

Sir, in my pocket, my pocket!

Here, here. I won't smoke if you don't want me to.

But please don't hurt me.

Everything all right?

There was some confusion about being in the wrong compartment.

I handled it.

Now what?

Now we make contact with Schultz. Or rather, he makes contact with us.

I wonder what this Schultz looks like.

Who can tell? I'm sure he's a master of disguise.

I am Schultz.

You're right, he is a master of disguise.

This is no time for jokes. There's danger. Follow me.

The three gentlemen who entered Austria by train no longer exist.

Now there are only three young Austrian soldiers on leave.

That's more like it, Sixtus. I always thought we should be captains.

Now, Lieutenant, unless you're dressed for a masquerade,

we fully expect to be saluted.

Don't press your royal luck.

Take the car to Vienna. Here's the address.

Tell them that you are friends of Frederick.

He will take you from there.

- Thank you, Frau Schultz. - One more thing.

You will need this for the drive.

These are yummy!

Oops.

Say, isn't that where we're supposed to go?

That's the place. I can see the address from here.

What happened?

A terrible shootout, terrible.

I'm told the secret police broke up a ring of spies.

- Off, off! - Better do what the policeman says.

Lieutenant.

Stop the car. Stop!

First you go, now you stop. Drive, you idiot!

We don't know you, friend. We're not going anywhere.

You are drawing attention. Now drive.

You are friends of Frederick, ja?

I think you've mistaken us for someone else.

Trust me.

Who are you?

You may call me Mister Max.

Turn left.

Whatever you say, but we still don't know any Frederick.

No? Then why were you going to that house?

Three nice Austrian soldier boys like you.

Nothing better to do on your furlough than visit a nest of spies?

Turn right.

These are yummy.

Ja, I have them.

How soon can you be here?

I don't trust this Mister Max.

He seems to know all about us.

He could be working with Frederick.

He could also be secret police.

They could have beaten that information out of Frederick

when they arrested him.

Coffee to your liking?

It's fine.

Good.

Now what?

Frederick is dead, in case you're wondering.

I'm sorry to hear that.

These men will see to you.

I do hope it is over quickly.

We've missed the turn. Sch�nbrunn Palace is back that way.

Hey, we're going the wrong way.

I've got a bad feeling about this.

As soon as they open the doors, we jump. Agreed?

Devil take the consequences.

Finally!

- We thought you'd never make it. - You're not the only ones.

I prayed for this day. Look at you.

- How long has it been? Three years? - Well, it's more like four.

- And who is this third man? - This is Captain Henri Defense,

- our spy. - He got us into Vienna.

If not for him, Lord knows what would've become of us.

Well done, Captain. We're most grateful.

Summon Count Czernin immediately. Tell him the package has arrived.

So you see, Count Czernin, the French and British governments

are most anxious to declare peace with Austria,

but only if Karl is willing to grant three key concessions in writing.

And those are?

Number one, Austria must agree

to support the French claim to the region of Alsace-Lorraine.

- Go on. - Two.

Austria must recognize Belgian sovereignty

and agree to the evacuation of all German troops

from Belgian territory.

Three, we must restore Serbian sovereignty

and grant them the economic concessions they seek.

These demands are somewhat problematic.

But not altogether unjustified.

Oh, I agree.

But there are many in the empire who would not.

If I may speak frankly,

there are those who would view these concessions as a betrayal,

perhaps even treasonous.

Who would dare?

The Kaiser, for one.

Your Imperial Majesty knows that I have no wish to anger you.

I was foreign minister to your great uncle,

the Emperor Franz Josef, for many years,

and I hope to be yours for many years to come,

but we are not just talking about peace with France.

We are also talking about an end to our alliance with Germany

and this is not a matter to be taken lightly.

The Kaiser can be a powerful enemy,

as England and France have already learned.

I understand that, Count.

But all that must be weighed against the realities of this war.

Of course, we could go on until one side crushes the other completely.

But at what cost?

Diplomacy demands...

It's the failure of diplomacy that's got us into this mess.

Your Imperial Majesty has strong views.

But she's right, isn't she?

Look at Russia. My God, a revolution.

The Czar deposed by his own people, and why?

Because they are weary of war. They are angry and dissatisfied.

If we want to stop the same thing happening in Austria,

we have to liberalize the monarchy

and give the people what they want, peace, whatever the cost.

I'm not merely being noble.

It's not just the men in the trenches I want to save.

I don't want to go down in history as the last emperor of Austria.

The one who let a 1,000-year monarchy crumble through his fingers like dust.

Very well. I will draft a letter.

- Will tomorrow be soon enough? - As soon as you can, Count, thank you.

- It's mine, let go of it! - No, let go of it!

Now look what you've done? You've broken it.

Stop this nonsense right now.

If you'd had made an effort to share your toys instead of fighting over them,

nobody would've broken it and you could've both played.

Instead, each of you ends up with nothing. Am I right?

- Yes, Mom. - Yes, Mom.

Too bad nations don't have grownups to settle their disputes.

I haven't slept well for the last four months since I've been emperor.

It's quite a responsibility.

It's not what I expected.

When Zita and I married, we planned for a quiet,

uneventful life at the royal court.

There's Count Czernin.

Come on, everybody, let's race to the house!

On your marks, get set, go!

Shame, really.

I would've enjoyed a quiet, uneventful life.

But this isn't what we talked about at all.

We spoke of guarantees, not platitudes and maybes.

There is a language to diplomacy which must be observed.

To hell with your language! And to hell with your diplomacy!

Now, now, calm down.

There's nothing to be gained by any of this.

Count Czernin, forgive my brother-in-law's rashness.

Though I must admit,

this letter, well,

it is a little bit more vague than I had hoped.

- As it must be. - But why?

One cannot start a negotiation

by giving away the farm and all the livestock, can one?

More importantly, if the Kaiser discovers what we are doing,

we must have a fall-back position.

"Fall-back position"? Is that all you diplomats care about?

Millions of people are dying, Czernin,

and all you're concerned about is covering your own flank!

Young man, I am less concerned with covering my flank

than covering the Emperor's!

Your Imperial Majesty, I advise caution.

I have been as explicit in this letter as I felt it was wise to be.

And now it is up to you as to whether or not you wish to sign it.

Shakespeare said, "First thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers."

He was wrong.

We should start with the bloody diplomats!

Your Imperial Majesty has made a wise decision.

Have I?

- Let's go around the tree. - All right, try to get me.

Go straight to this address.

Mister Max is waiting for you

with new papers and civilian clothes for the return trip.

You have Count Czernin's letter in a safe place.

Goodbye, Karl. Thank you.

As for you, Captain, we can never forget all you have done for us.

Our brothers are precious. I know you'll look after them.

What are you looking so pleased about? This whole damn trip's wasted.

- That letter is worthless. - I have a feeling this one isn't.

"To the British, Belgian and French governments,

"I, his Imperial Majesty, Emperor Karl of Austria-Hungary,

"do hereby sue for peace

"in return for which I'm willing to grant the following concessions."

Yeah!

- Are you sure this is the place? - Yes. Mister Max is in Apartment 7.

Mister Max?

Hello?

No light. Maybe he didn't pay his bill.

- What's that? - Wait, I have some matches?

- I think we should go now. - What is your hurry?

Let's get out of here!

Give me your hand!

- We're trapped! - It's blocked!

- Let's get out of here. - Let's run for the roof!

We were right behind them.

We came around the corner, they were gone, vanished.

The sewer was a really wonderful idea.

What an incredible new smell you've discovered.

How's the letter?

A bit damp, but it's still intact.

A bit like us.

How are we going to get across the border in these uniforms?

We're supposed to get new papers, civilian clothes.

I'll think of something.

Lustenau. All off for Lustenau. Last stop before the Swiss border.

Oh, no.

How did he find us?

They're probably checking every train out of Austria,

especially trains to Switzerland.

Sixtus.

Hello! Hello!

Oh, you beast, you! Go away!

Get the guard! Call the conductor at once!

We're just going to have to jump off the train

and try to cross the border on foot.

- We'll break our necks. - Well, I prefer that to being shot.

No, wait. I have a better idea.

We are looking for three Austrian soldiers, deserters.

Seen them?

Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

- Hey! - Excuse me.

No, please don't kill me! Please, don't kill me! Please!

Okay, quick, out of those uniforms.

How do we look?

Perfect. You've even got German diplomatic immunity.

These will get you across the border no problem.

- What about you? - Don't worry about me.

Just get this letter back to France.

Go.

Stop the train! Stop the train! Stop! Stop!

There he is!

Stop shooting. He's in the neutral zone.

Reverse the train!

Faster! Faster!

I surrender! I surrender!

I'm an Austrian deserter seeking asylum.

Unfortunately, the Kaiser got wind of what the Emperor was up to

and hauled him over the carpet.

Gave him a real dressing down.

So the whole thing has collapsed, no separate peace,

and the war is still on.

- Another failure, Defense? - Yes, sir.

Defense,

what am I going to do with you?

Let's consider your future over a drink.

- What do you know about Russia? - I know they just had a revolution there.

I know the Czar was overthrown. I would imagine it's fairly chaotic.

To say the least.

The new government of Alexander Kerensky

is trying to establish democracy.

But more important, they're determined to keep Russia in the war.

You mean, there was a possibility they would pull out?

There's every chance.

If the Kerensky government falls,

think what that would do to the German war effort.

Well, yes, sir. They could take their troops from Russia

and put them on the Western Front.

How good is your Russian?

- It's good enough, sir. - Excellent.

- Our embassy needs a translator. - Would I get to work in the field?

That you will have to wait till you get to Petrograd.

- Good luck, Defense. - Thank you, sir.

So, the agitators have been stirring up the Machine Gun Regiment again.

Something's going on, Captain Defense.

I think the Bolsheviks are starting to make their move, sir.

- I've had lots of reports... - You're way off, Brossard.

The Bolsheviks talk big, but they're still small potatoes.

Defense,

Lenin is promising to pull Russia out of the war if he comes to power.

Have you any idea how that sounds to soldiers

who've been stuck in a water-logged trench for years?

You don't have to tell me about the trenches, Brossard.

I've been there, I know what kind of hell that is.

But that doesn't mean that Lenin's going to take over Russia.

My analysis suggests...

Sir, can Brossard get on with his analysis on his own?

I'd rather be out in the field collecting the facts

instead of arguing with him about what they mean.

The facts are no use without analysis, Captain.

Your Russian is excellent, you decode well. I need you here.

You think so much of yourself, Defense.

Why should he send you out in the field instead of me?

Because I'm a natural field agent, Brossard.

And you're a natural

desk clerk.

The only way you'd be any use in the field

would be if they made you into a scarecrow.

Hey, when did this come in?

Hey, hold the fort for me, would you? I have to go out for half an hour.

Hey, hey, hey, I don't have time to do your work, Defense.

There's a whole load of...

Thanks, Captain. I knew I could rely on you.

Sergei, Irena, is anybody here?

Hey, Sergei, Irena, wait! Wait!

Wait!

What happened, Indy? You look like you've seen a ghost.

You're going to the Tauride Palace, aren't you?

I'm speaking there. I'm telling them what it's like in the trenches.

Yeah, I mean, someone's got to tell them.

We've got to stop this war.

- Don't go, Sergei. - Why not?

Stay away from the Tauride Palace today.

- Why? - Because he's a deserter.

So?

It's going to be a dangerous place for deserters, okay?

- How do you know? - You know I can't tell you that.

Just trust me.

- Hey, are we friends? - Of course we are friends.

- Then you promise? - All right, I promise.

Good.

I've got to get back to work.

So, see you tonight at the Bear Pit?

Please.

I've just come from a meeting with Kerensky

and members of the Provisional Government.

And I have to tell you, in the strictest confidence,

that I seriously doubt whether they can hold onto power

until the elections.

Things have grown more and more volatile

ever since Lenin returned from exile.

The next three months are crucial.

I believe there could be an insurrection anytime in the next two weeks.

The Provisional Government is desperate for any information.

I expect you all to work with the utmost diligence.

Remember, if the Bolsheviks come to power

and Russia pulls out of the war, millions of German troops

would be free to come to the battlefields of France and overrun us.

I might add that there will probably be a promotion in this

for whoever provides information we need,

or a more attractive assignment.

Hi, Indy! Come and have some tea. They just brought the samovar.

Thank you so much for loaning me this.

I admire Mr. H. G. Wells so much.

One government for the whole world?

I love The Time Machine and The Invisible Man,

but I'm not sure I agree with his politics.

Why not? The system we've got now is working so well.

Look, Rosa, H. G. Wells, Bernard Shaw, our own Maxim Gorky.

All these writers think they know how to create a paradise on Earth,

like they can in their books. It's not possible.

Anything's possible now.

The Czar is gone. We decide what happens next.

No, we don't. God decides.

Paradise is in Heaven, not on Earth.

Trying to create paradise here is just going to cause endless suffering.

So, how are things at the hospital, Rosa?

Well, we had two more children die today because there is no sulfur.

It's all gone to the front. The war is ruining us,

like it's ruining everything else in Russia.

You're beginning to sound like a Bolshevik, Rosa.

You don't have to be a Bolshevik to be against the war.

Everyone hates the war.

And as soon as the Provisional Government holds the elections,

it will be over.

If the Provisional Government gets to hold the elections.

Of course they will. Who's going to stop them?

If ever there was a time of hope, this is it.

Well, comrade spy,

we spent a very busy but very uneventful afternoon folding leaflets,

and my brilliant speech went unheard. I hope you are satisfied.

You made the right choice, my friend.

Maybe this will make up for your disappointment.

Wow! Butter! I haven't seen that for weeks.

Bread! Spy, I love you.

If the French ambassador knew I was supporting a gang of revolutionaries,

he'd have a heart attack.

Don't worry, next time we'll get those bastards!

Hey, Boris, what happened?

It's all right, it's all right.

Look, I got a bottle of vodka.

How long is it since we last saw vodka, huh?

Last night?

Boris, what happened this time?

What happened?

What happened was I was waiting for you to make your damn speech

outside the Tauride Palace.

Suddenly, soldiers appear and start rounding up deserters

to send them back to the front.

I'm telling you, there was blood everywhere.

How do you spies know all these things?

Come on, Irena. We have an agreement, don't we?

You don't ask me what goes on at the French embassy,

I don't ask you what goes on at Bolshevik headquarters.

But why did you get into a fight with them, Boris?

You're not a deserter.

Oh, I didn't get this fighting. I got this stealing the vodka.

Damn shop window. And stop wasting it!

This is for our party.

Putting in a little extra time, Captain?

- Hi. - Hi.

Hello.

- Hello. - Is Indy back?

He should be. It's his cabbage.

Can I help?

We won't waste the peel. Put it in the oven, we'll bake it instead.

- Hi. - Hello.

- Hello. - Hi.

Something smells good.

Terrific.

And here's something else the Ambassador's not going to miss tonight.

Well, that's perfect. Just what we need.

You should speak to him. It's no good staring at him like a little sheep.

But truly, he realizes. He must.

Rosa, one thing in life you have to understand,

men are really stupid.

Except when they're enlightened revolutionaries.

Especially if they are enlightened revolutionaries.

- Let me have a chunk now... - No, it's not for now.

- We have to save it. - Save it? But I'm hungry.

Sergei, come on.

Yes.

Hey, you started without me.

It's really buzzing out there, you know.

I haven't seen people this worked up since we threw out the Czar.

One of the priests at the seminary said he's heard

that the Bolsheviks are going to stage a coup within the next 10 days.

Really? Know anything about that, Sergei?

Hey, comrade spy, remember our deal?

Check.

I just don't think I can go through with this.

You can do it, Rosa.

You can distract his attention.

Check mate.

Just keep him away from the apartment until 9:00.

- I'll try. - Hi, ladies. Conspiring?

You men are so suspicious.

No, I have to write an essay on Charles Dickens tonight.

And the leaflet on land seizure for my boss

at the Bolshevik headquarters.

Indy, there's a Mozart recital on at the conservatoire this evening.

They're playing the concerto for clarinet, and I was wondering...

The clarinet concerto...

Rosa, you know the way right to my heart.

Do you want to come?

Yeah. Yeah, that'd be lovely.

It's been canceled.

They've been sent to the front to entertain the troops.

Yeah. This is terrible.

- Are you all right? - Just feeling a little weak.

Maybe I should take you home.

- You probably just need to rest. - No, no, no.

I just need to get some fresh air.

It's a little faintness, that's all. It'll go away.

You sure you're all right?

Let's just walk. I want to show you something.

- Isn't it beautiful? - Yeah, it's wonderful.

Rosa, you're trembling.

I think I should take you back.

- I really think... - No, please. It's just a little chill.

The most lovely charm of Saint Petersburg, I think,

is that there's every kind of bridge one can imagine.

- Those griffins remind me of my dog. - Do you miss your home?

I miss hotdogs

and root beer floats and baseball.

Not your family?

- Well, my mom died a few years ago. - I'm sorry.

And my dad would probably kill me if I ever went home.

- Are you all right? - I'm just tired.

- I didn't get much sleep last night. - Were you working?

I'm sorry.

Maybe we should start back towards the apartment.

Let's go back this way.

Are you sure? It seems like the wrong direction.

If we go this way, we'll get to cross a bridge

with the most wonderful cast-iron railings.

- Are you mad at me? - No, of course not.

It's truly magical.

I'm glad. It's the perfect birthday present.

It's your birthday? Why didn't you say something?

It's no big deal, and it's the perfect way to spend it.

I think so, too. This way.

Hey, we're right back where we started.

I guess I took us in a circle.

I'm sorry.

Indy! Rosa! What an amazing coincidence.

- Tell me, how was the concert? - It's been canceled.

I've been showing Indy the bridges of Saint Petersburg

for the last hour and a half.

Ah, well, you're a very lucky man.

The bridges of Saint Petersburg are so exciting.

Come along, old friend, let's get you home.

I was thinking about that, too.

Hey, Dmitri! What a surprise!

- Surprise! Happy birthday, Indy! - Surprise! Happy birthday, Indy!

Happy birthday!

Indy! Indy, leave off showing off your fancy footwork.

Come and cut your cake! We're all hungry.

- A cake. - A revolutionary cake.

More ingenuity than raisins.

It's typical, isn't it? We get a cake, and who gets to divide it up?

The capitalist.

He's not cutting the cake because he's a capitalist,

he's cutting it because it's his birthday.

It's how things used to be, Dmitri. Everything used to depend on birth.

Yes. If you were born a noble,

you got that much.

- Now, if you were born a peasant... - Or a worker.

...you got that much. And that's feudalism for you.

The Czar is gone, we're through of it.

Whereas if you wisely decide to become capitalist,

then the guy that bakes the cake gets the nice, big slice

because he's smart and ingenious.

But the workers, who actually did the mixing,

get the little teeny bits. So the way to achieve justice is...

Through socialism where the smart capitalist can bake the cake

but the government, in this case me,

makes sure he gives the workers an absolutely fair share of it.

It wouldn't work, Rosa. The capitalists are too smart for that.

If you try getting the cake away from them, it'd fall into pieces.

No, the people must bake the cake and the state must divide it up equally

so everyone gets a fair share according to what he needs.

And that's what communism is all about.

And this is anarchism in practice.

Because it's your birthday.

Now, this is where, if we were rich,

we would give a friend a sumptuous present.

But because we're not rich

and, in fact, we don't have any money at all,

we'll give him something much better.

We'll take him to see history being made.

When you hear Lenin speak, then you will know what communism is all about.

Comrades,

a question.

How many more of your young men must die in this war

before the capitalists who started it are satisfied?

Before they have enough profit

from building the tanks, the guns, the shells? How many?

Fifty thousand? A million? Two million?

I say none! I say stop the war, now!

Our demands are simple.

We want peace for the soldier,

we want bread for our workers,

we want land for our peasants now!

But that is only the beginning.

When we come to power,

we will utterly change this nation

into something the world has never seen before.

Under communism, Russia will be governed by the people

in one great armed militia,

ordinary people running their everyday affairs, themselves.

A dictatorship of the proletariat!

This will develop into a society so perfect

that the state itself will wither away.

What do Kerensky and the Provisional Government offer instead?

Capitalism

with lighter chains for the workers.

There can be no compromise with these frauds.

Peace! Bread! Land!

Keep on saying it until all Russia rises up to demand it and then...

Then we will lead the proletariat to victory!

Well, Indy,

- happy birthday. - Hey, thanks.

He's wrong.

They are pulling back on the front. Now is the time.

No, it's not. Timing is everything.

Get it wrong now and it all goes up in smoke.

Thank you. You must be very tired.

No, actually I still have some things I have to do.

- At this hour? - Afraid so.

I'll see you in the morning. Back at the apartment?

Bye.

"Workers and peasants,

"the moment has come for the people to strike without mercy

"and bring Kerensky and his henchmen down into the dust of history.

"We will gather at...

"...and march on the Tauride Palace at..."

Damn it! No dates!

See? I told you there was nobody here.

Captain. How nice of you to drop in.

Do you never go home?

Putilov steel works?

Is that your best deduction so far?

It's only the key to the whole thing.

Come on, the Putilov steel works is just another big industrial plant.

It doesn't mean anything.

Defense, it's only the biggest concentration of industrial workers

in Saint Petersburg.

Thirty thousand of them.

When those people are ready to attack the government,

the Bolsheviks will strike.

I'll remember that.

Hi, Indy.

Rosa, have you been waiting here for me?

Why?

Because...

Because I love you.

- Wow, I... - I shouldn't be saying this, should I?

- I'm embarrassing you. - No, no, no. It's just...

When I'm with you, I feel alive.

And when you're gone, it's as if someone has just shut me in a tomb.

Rosa...

It's all right, Indy.

You don't need to say anything.

I got it wrong, didn't I?

Rosa, I like you so much.

You're smart and funny and pretty.

But love is a weird thing.

It's kind of like lightning.

And you can no more make it strike than you can stop it if it decides to hit you.

And you haven't been struck?

I sometimes envy Sergei and Irena.

They've got it all planned out.

As soon as the revolution is over,

they're going to move out into the country.

Yeah, I know.

Sergei is going to build a log cabin by a stream and catch fish.

They're going to raise a family there.

I sometimes think when they're standing up there

telling the steel workers to storm the barricades,

all they really think about is that little cabin in the country.

The steel workers?

Any workers.

I just say this because they're going to talk to some steel workers this morning.

Which steel workers? Did they say which steel plant they were going to?

I don't know, Indy.

What does it matter?

Hi. Are we interrupting something?

Sergei, you're so dumb sometimes.

See you later.

Good luck at the Putilov works.

What makes you think we're going there?

You'd have to whip up the Putilov workers

if the revolution was starting tomorrow, wouldn't you?

- What are you talking about? - I've been reading the literature, Irena.

All the leaflets about the rallies and the meetings and the marches.

I know they're happening all the time,

but there's more of them happening in the next 48 hours

than there have been for weeks.

I know that Putilov steel works is the key.

And now I know you're on your way to stir up the workers.

So don't tell me the Bolshevik Revolution isn't starting, Sergei.

You have to find this out to tell your bosses, haven't you, Indy?

That's okay, I understand.

Everybody has a job to do.

Well, let me do you a favor.

Don't tell them the Bolsheviks are making their move now,

because they aren't.

Well, you would say...

First thing is that we are not going to the Putilov steel works.

We are going to a steel works, but not that one. That doesn't matter.

But I'm going to tell you something that does.

Indy, where do you think Lenin is?

As of last night, he was at Bolshevik headquarters where...

He is on his way to Finland.

- Finland? - The man is exhausted.

He's worn out. He's gone to recuperate.

Now, ask yourself this.

Have you ever heard of a revolution starting

when the leader was on holiday?

That is not the only reason

why the Bolsheviks are not making the move now.

It's much more basic than that.

Russia isn't ready.

Lenin knows we could take Saint Petersburg right now.

And hold it for about a week, not more, before we got thrown out.

The simple fact is that not enough people support us yet.

Not enough soldiers, not enough workers,

not enough peasants. We'd be wiped out.

In few months time, we'll have persuaded them,

but not yet.

Anyway, if you go and tell your bosses

that the Bolshevik Revolution is coming any time soon,

you'll end up with egg on your face, I promise.

Believe me, Indy, this is not the time.

Friendship isn't easy, either,

is it, Indy?

Gentlemen, I need results now.

It's not just the Russian government,

but my superiors in Paris.

They're demanding a report today. Your assessments.

- Sir... - I believe the Bolshevik uprising

will begin in the next 24 hours, Ambassador.

Really? What's your proof, Captain Brossard?

Proof one, sir.

The latest offensive against the Germans is failing,

and more and more soldiers are deserting from the front.

- What does that mean? - Proof two.

Regiments stationed in Saint Petersburg itself

are refusing to go to the front

and are thus available for insurrection here.

The most dangerous are the Machine Gun Regiment

and the Kronstadt sailors.

- However, if you take... - Proof three.

In the next 48 hours,

there are more rallies and protest meetings scheduled

than at any time since the Czar fell.

I believe they will culminate in a march on the Tauride Palace,

probably on the evening of the fifth.

Cogent reasoning, Brossard.

Henri, what is your view?

Well, if the Bolsheviks storm the palace now,

there'll be precious little to stop them.

Except for the fact that the timing is entirely wrong.

Wrong, Captain Defense? Why wrong?

Because the Bolsheviks don't have the support in the country

or the army yet.

They know that they could capture Saint Petersburg,

but they also know that they couldn't hold it.

Yes. There is a lot of truth in that, Ambassador.

The Bolsheviks are dangerous, but they are also cautious.

Furthermore, I've been among the Bolshevik activists,

those who'd know if anything's going on, and they know nothing.

It's Bolshevik practice to keep ordinary members in the dark.

Everything Lenin said has been firing them up to...

Brossard may be totally wrong in most of his analysis,

but he is right to mention Lenin.

If you want to know what's going on in this revolution, follow Lenin.

Well, naturally. We do follow Lenin.

We have agents whose sole task that is.

Then if you check with them, Ambassador,

I think you'll find that as of last night he's on holiday in Finland,

hardly the right place from which to mount

a coup d'�tat on Saint Petersburg.

Monsieur Laurentine, do we have those reports?

They just arrived, sir. Captain Defense is quite correct.

Lenin crossed the Finnish border this morning,

and he's reported to be suffering from extreme nervous exhaustion.

Really? Well done, Defense.

Good intelligence work. You may have a future out in the field.

Interesting thinking, Brossard,

but perhaps you let your enthusiasm run away with you.

Thank you, gentlemen. I'll study the documents.

But I'm pleased to say it looks as though the second Russian revolution

is not upon us yet.

Good day.

Okay, I think that's it for today.

I'm telling you, I'm glad I'm not going to be doing this for much longer.

You're a good desk man, Brossard, but I need to be out in the real world.

Is that so, Captain?

You see, I like doing things,

not reading about them.

And, well, I believe it's going to pay off.

I'll think of you slaving away down here

while I'm out tracking the enemy through the streets of some exotic city.

Good. It's nice to know someone cares about you.

Captain Defense, Captain Brossard,

report at once to the crisis room above the Ambassador's office.

Crisis room? I didn't even know we had a...

We just opened one. The Bolshevik uprising began an hour ago.

Out of your file room, Captain? Not for long, I fear.

I'd like you to man one of the phones right here, Defense.

Brossard, over here with me.

The Machine Gun Regiment has taken over

the Finland Station, Ambassador.

They're going around all the army units stationed in the city,

urging them to join them in overthrowing the government.

Mark it on the map, man. Mark it on the map.

I want to see what is going on.

At the corner of where?

Spelinaya...

Nevsky...

...Prospekt.

There are Bolshevik armored cars

at the corner of Spelinaya Street and Nevsky Prospekt.

There are Bolshevik armored cars at all the major intersections, Captain.

Thank you.

I think your phone is ringing again.

They have blocked all the bridges over the Neva, sir.

Lenin has returned from Finland.

Putilov steel works, right.

He's gone straight to Bolshevik headquarters

and is addressing a massive crowd.

The Kronstadt sailors are heading for the capital, Ambassador,

10,000 of them.

Trotsky is addressing a giant crowd outside the Tauride Palace.

Persuading them to march on the capital, right.

Right. Any names?

Sergei...

Alev.

France will never recognize a Russia run by the Soviets.

Liars!

Lenin's speech to the Kronstadt sailors has just come in.

And I know what it says. "All power to the Soviets.

"Forward to the Tauride Palace."

Well, not exactly, sir.

"Comrades, you must excuse me, I've been ill.

"In spite of temporary difficulties, I am certain we will be victorious,

"though this demands from us

"restraint, determination and constant alertness."

Not exactly fighting talk.

And we also know now

what Trotsky was telling the crowd at the Tauride Palace.

- Which was? - "Go home."

Go home?

"The time is not right for insurrection.

"Disperse until you're called on."

Good Lord! Perhaps Lenin really was on holiday.

Perhaps it wasn't a ruse.

Are people listening to these instructions?

- It just arrived... - No, sir.

Bolshevik leaders are trying to restrain the people.

But nobody's taking any notice.

I'm beginning to like this. There's a smell of disaster about it.

The Cossacks are out, sir. They've decided to back the government.

There are snipers on the rooftops firing on the marchers.

That, Captain, is the sort of news I like to hear.

You know what's happened, don't you?

Our revolutionary friend, Lenin, has overexcited the people.

They've listened to one speech too many

and taken the initiative themselves.

By tomorrow morning,

the streets of Saint Petersburg will be running with blood.

And all of it red.

Who wants to go on fighting this war?

Who wants a pack of fat bourgeois running this country?

So let's go and throw them out, every last one of them!

Let's go!

Yeah!

Let's go.

- Irena. - Indy, what are you doing here?

Trying to stop you from getting killed. Don't go.

We're not pulling out now.

I've come here to tell you that if you march on to the Tauride Palace now,

you'll go down in a hail of bullets. They're ready for you.

Lies!

You may have lied to me, Sergei, but I'm not lying to you.

We lied to you, comrade spy, because you crossed the line.

You tried to take advantage of our friendship.

Okay, but that's not the point anymore.

The point is that I know your revolution is going to fail.

Come on. How can you know something like that?

Because not even Lenin is backing it.

As of this moment, all the top Bolsheviks are out

trying to hold the people back, make them go home.

Maybe the men at the top are scared,

maybe they're too frightened to grab the power while they've got the chance,

but we're not.

- What about the Cossacks? - What about the Cossacks?

The Cossacks have come out in favor of the government.

There are snipers on the rooftops all along the main road.

How would we know you're telling the truth?

Because I'm your friend.

Indy, you work for a government that wants the revolution to fail.

And we have thousands of people here

who'll tip the balance between success and failure.

You think we're going to hold them back on your word?

Yes, on my word as your friend.

Look, don't you see that I'm trying to help you?

Don't do this.

Indy, I'm sorry. But you're asking too much.

Hello? Anybody there?

Oh. Indy?

I didn't think there was anybody here.

I just came around because I found some meat.

I was going to cook a stew and surprise everybody when they came back.

Save yourself the trouble, Rosa. They're not coming back.

Not coming? What do you mean?

I mean, that as we speak, they're leading a pointless march

of thousands of people right into an ambush by a regiment of Cossacks.

We've got to warn them.

- I already did. They didn't believe me. - Do you blame them?

- So what are you going to do? - Do?

There's nothing I can do.

I offered them what I had, they said, "No, thanks."

Well, they're my friends, and I'm not going to let that happen.

Hey, Rosa, wait for me!

- What? - Look, up there on the rooftops.

Machine guns.

They'll cut them to pieces.

Sergei! Irena! Stop!

They're waiting for you! Sergei! Stop!

Sergei, stop! Stop!

Don't die. Look, Rosa's here.

She will heal you. Sergei, come back.

Sergei! Oh, God! Sergei!

Come back. Don't die.

So long, old friend.

Irena...

I always...

No. No!

Oh, God.

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