Original subtitles

PIOTR Mamonov

OLEG JANKOWSKI

A film by Paul Lunghin

The Tsar

In anno domini 1565,

year 7073 since the creation of world,

Russia suffers from hunger and is at war with Livonia(Lithuania).

Sigismund, King of Poland, conquers one after the other the border cities.

In Moscow, rumours about the Novgorod boyars' betrayal spread.

In order to uproot betrayal, Tsar Ivan the Terrible introduces Oprichnina.

Oprichniki - monarch's guard hounds, drown the whole country in blood and terror.

Terrified by the Oprichniki's atrocities, Mythropolit Afanasii withdraws from seat.

The Orthodox Church is deprived of its leader.

Tsar Ivan the Terrible sees this tragedy as a sign of the imminent end of the world,

God's Doomsday.

The Tsar sends for the abbot of the Solovetk monastery, his childhood friend, Philip Kol�cev.

Part One TSAR'S PRAYER

"and I heard, as it were the noise of thunder,

one of the four beasts saying:

Come and see.

I looked... and behold a white horse

and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him, and he went forth conquering;

And there went out another horse that was red:

and he that sat on him was given unto him a great sword...

And behold the dark horse...

and he that sat on him had a pair of balances in his hand.

and behold a pale horse:

and his name that sat on him was Death,

and Hell followed with him."

C'mon!

Look!

Mom! Mom, Dad... help me, save me!

- Petika, what's that, a toy? - A toy?

Yeah, that's a toy!

-Petika! Come here quickly, help me.

Mom... Dad!

Oh, yes... give it here!

Where is the Knyaz(the Prince)?

Cmon, get out, you son of a bitch!

You're like a woman!

Take him away!

Death's pain tormented me...

and rivers of injustice frightened me.

Hell's chains wrapped me...

and I was trapped by death's nets.

And in my distress I called on God

and God heard my voice, the voice of His servant...

and my cry reached His ears.

And God saved me...

from those who hated me, from those stronger than me...

My God saved me.

Give me a sign... Give me a sign, my God...

that You love me... that You do not forsake me...

Give me a sign.

Stop!

- You have Tver clothes? - Only frozen fish.

Fish... I know you well, rascals!

Catch! Give it to our mother, she'll make a pie for dinner.

- And what is there? - I told you, only fish.

Look here!...what a little fish!

- This is my little fish! - Fish, you say?

Leave her... put her back!

- There is nothing in my sleigh. - And who are you?

This...this is Abbot of Solovetk. We have recommendation letters.

Bless us, Father.

I bless you... to do good deeds.

- Let's go. - But father, that's my girl!

- I said we're leaving. - But father...! - We are going!!!

God... When will You come?

Why takes you so long?

My Lord...

my Tsar...

Chase them away... Chase them, chase them, master,

they stood all morning crying in the rain.

What are you waiting for, bastards?

Why are you standing in my yard?

Just like Judas sold Jesus Christ, our lord, for 30 pieces of silver,

so are you sold your souls for the wealth of this world.

You betrayed Orthodox Christianity...

and the Mythropolit...

hid from you in a convent.

Don't be angry ..!

- Don't be angry! Guilty are we, Master! - Cut down the traitors!

Perhaps we should stick their faces in the mud?

That's it...you enjoyed enough!

On the ground!! All of you!

I wanna see your faces in the mud!

What am I gonna do?

Death will come upon me without a Mythropolit!

You'd like this, I know you!

Away.... Begone!

Father... hear my prayer...

why have You abbandoned us?... we're orphans!

Father, come back to us... Father!

Let's beg Him! All of us!

Father, we beg You!

Come back to us, Father!

On your knees... on your knees!

- Move it, move! - Forward, forward, you dogs!

Who will pray for my sins... Mythropolit!

Do not leave me, your servant... sinner and mortal.

Mythropolit!.. Oh, my God... who will pray for me?

Why are you always in our way, Father, have you no other road? Get out of here!

- My lord! - God... Doomsday...

My lord! - .. Doomsday...

- You came... - I came. - ..My dear Filipushka.

I came as soon as I could.

God listened to me...

- .. gave me a sign. - Pull him here.

Wait, Basmanow... wait.

Maybe soon you'll have to bow in front of him.

For this is the sign I was given...

the sign...

of meeting you on the bridge.

You will be mytropolit.

You lost your mind, master; what kind of mythropolit would I be?

Are you afraid?

Go away now.

What the fuck?...these prices... ...so much money...

Aren't you afraid I'm gonna cut you to see if you sharpened it well?

Ivan?

Kol�cev?

Go away.

Can't believe my own eyes!...

The Abbot of Solovetsk visits Moscow!

They sent for you, of course!

- Hello, uncle. - Hello, my nephew.

- It's been a long time... - 15 years since you joined the hermitage,

but it seems 15 years is not enough for you; you didn't got rid of all your temptations.

What temptations? I don't understand.

Even the mytropolit fled to a monastery because of the Oprichniki crimes, and I went to war.

In war, things are plain simple, because the enemy is one.

- But here, in Moscow, there are plenty of enemies. - What happened, Ivan, are you stupid?

Why are you talking like that?

Farewell, uncle... serve honestly.

And remember, we're the only 2 Kolacev still alive.

Only you and me.

I pray Thee,

menacing and cruel Messenger of the Ruler of Heavens...

the Viceroy...

Tell me how, for I am sinful and bastard,

not to be petrified at Your sight.

and to happily go with You throughout life.

Great and Wise...

and Omniscient...

Nobody could understand...

Your will.

Have mercy on me, for I am Your sinful servant.

Angel of God...

Pray for me, the sinner.

Look, the wheel is set with its side towards the water stream

and so the mill must be built below the dam,

and so, the wheel is set into motion by water.

Here is a drawing of the italian Leonardo.

- Leonardo! - You know what I mean? - Yes, yes!

Your Highness...?

I brought gifts.

Hello, Philip.

I see that my german Oprichnik likes you.

He learns quickly.

Andriushka Schtaden... smart german.

Why are you hiding in the corners?

He who is too close to the monarch, might get burned.

Are you afraid to get burned?

...and he who is the too far to the monarch...

...freezes.

- Who is hiding there? - No one.

Come on... Come to me, come on.

- And who is she? - An orphan.

An orphan. Do not frighten her, Sire, she's blessed.

I'm not going to scare her.

I too love orphans.

Well... let's see the gifts.

Father, these are two grails for the monastery of Solovetk.

- I thank you, Sire. - Bless them.

And here... look now...

what do we have here?

Our Lady.

You like it?

Than the Tsar will give it to you as a gift.

I was for Philip, but I'll give it to you. Take it.

Let her stay with me.

I have many monasteries and nuns. She will not feel lonely.

Go, take her things.

- How long will I have to wait for your answer? - I already answered you, Sire.

Not for such an answer I pulled you out of the Solovetk.

You're not building mills again, are you?

It is better to build mills, Sire, than gallows.

Aha... So are you...

afraid of my wrecked Oprichniki ?

- You don't approve them? - No... too much blood spilled.

I reward good for good... and evil for evil.

It is not my will, you know,

it is the will of God!

If you want... I'll show you.

Hey, gorgeous!

Pay me a visit sometime!

You won't run, will you?

You won't run, my dear.

Hello, Maliuta.

Tell me... do I have many enemies?

Many, Sire.

Among them may be innocent ones?

Everyone admitted their betrayal.

Now, the Abbot and I...

will ask the traitors ourselves.

Light the room!.

This is Danilka... V�cikov,

my former servant.

His brother... Nikitka.

Kurbatov... Dmitri, the Prince.

You recognize them?

Mitka... tell me...

you're my enemy?

- I am, Sire, I am. - And who lured you into that?

Sigismund... the King of Poland,

he promised me money for my betrayal, to bribe the provincial governors.

We found no money at his place.

Kill me, Sire, I deserve nothing else.

Mitia... you want to be pardoned?

I do, Sire.

Than give me your word that I won't see your face anymore.

I swear to our Lord Jesus Christ.

Why do you remain silent, Abbot?

There are hundreds like these ones. You look at them like they were common people.

They cry, they repent. But why did they plot...?

to betray their Tsar?

- Should I forgive them? - Forgive'm.

- God will punish them. - God?

But God is merciful.

Who will spill their blood and sweat for their deeds?

Who will cut off treason in Russia?

- If not me, than nobody!! - Forgive them...

.. my Tsar.

Forgive them!.

I forgive!

One good deed...

evokes the joy of God in the heavens.

You serve your God...

...what about your Tsar?

When you do good, your will is His will.

You are God's anointed.

Now I hear what I was expecting.

Promise you'll always tell me the truth?

Promise me this.

I promise.

Kiss me!

I'm so lonely.

The Tsar forgave the Prince.

Remember, Prince, about your promise. You promised the Tsar will never see you again.

My Master... let me kiss you...

do not run from me.

"I swear to our Lord Jesus Christ".

You came...

Mitka Kurbatov. You betrayed me.

Though you promised...

never to show yourself in front of me.

"Forgive me... Master! Take my sin from me!"

You couldn't manage to kill me while you were alive...

And now you're dead, you come to me again.

Is it painfull there, huh?

"Take my filthy tongue!

The sin is upon you!... The sin!"

Why, what kind of sin have I committed?

The sin of killing you before you could betray and kill me?

I am not afraid of you... I am not afraid.

Not afraid of you while you were alive, not afraid of you now, that you're dead.

I spit on you, I spit! Go away, I am not afraid of you!

Get out! I am not afraid of you! I'm not afraid... not...

I am not afraid.

I'm not afraid!

Given in the summer of 1566!

Ivan Vasilyevich, Czar and Grand Duke of All Russia, appoints Abbot Philip as Mythropolit.

Abbot Philip swore

that he will not interfere with the Tsar's and Oprichnina's internal business

and would not ask the Tsar and Grand Duke to get rid of Oprichnina,

the Tsar and Grand Duke of All Russia, Ivan Vasilyevich would seek the advice of the Mythropolit,

just as his grandfather, Grand Prince Ivan, sought the advice of former mythropolit.

Our Mythropolit Philip, Mythropolit of Moscow

May he live a long life, long life!

Accept, Father, this pastor's crutch

and take your throne.

And pray to God and all saints for us and our children,

and for our entire Orthodox country.

May God protect your Russian kingdom, allmighty Tsar and Ruler,

and peace be within our borders...

This priest is such a meddler...

....for ever and ever. ... we only have one Tsar!

Enjoy, people of Moscow...

This is the new Mytropolit.

Grab the Tsar's generosity!

Catch!

Part Two THE TSAR'S WAR

Angel of God, pray for me, sinful and humble servant.

Angel of God... to God, to God... pray, ask God

to give our Orthodox army strenght, so that we'll have our victory over the Catholics...

.. and Muslims.

God... send me a sign...

victory... over my enemies.

.....that You love me...

that You protect me... that You haven't forgotten me... my God.

They come!

Why did you brought so few people? Polacks just got fresh forces.

Sigismund himself leads'em.

Up to the bridge, that may be possible, after the bridge, no way, Polotk is there.

Hello, Father.

Since you came, I do not feel that lonely.

You yourself, Sire, got rid of your beloved ones. Take care of your soul.

Is said "Forgive and you will be forgiven."

The Prophet said: "Woe to the man who is ruled by his wife."

"And woe to the city, governed by too many. "

Forgive everyone?

That's how great cities and kingdoms perished.

You don't trust people, Sire?

People?

No, I don't.

Adam did not obey God's will...

ignored it, ate the forbidden fruit...

and how terrible was his punishment!

Don't be angry, Sire... Don't be afraid to show your love.

Without love, our faith is weak.

But I believe in the final Doomsday...

that God will judge me for my sins...

and for the sins of my people.

There is no greater sin than to disobey the Tsar's will!

For it is written that all power comes from God.

Hey... scoundrels!

you lazy... clean it crystal clear!

"Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth,

for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away,

and even the sea was no more.

And I... John...

I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem,

prepared as a bride

adorned for her husband.

Philip! Come here, come quick!

I want to start a new life in a new palace.

I have selected the best from all over Moscow, boyar's daughters alone.

All girls, virgins.

I want everything to be clean here.

Get rid of everything, throw out everything, all junk...just to be clean.

Look!

Here it is... new holy city Jerusalem...

dressed as a bride adorned for her husband.

Magnificent palace!

What are you doing, Sire?

See, father? See how you must love your Tsar?

Stop it, Sire, what are you planning to do!?

Let all junk go to Satan!

To Satan, at the bottom of the lake!

Jump into the water, girls! into the river!

See, Father, how love works miracles!

Let us give all our love to the Tsar and he will become a miracle worker.

And then he will need no boyars, merchants and Mythropolits!

Do not listen to him, he tempts you!

And what do you care about the Final Judgement? Do not be afraid of Doomsday!

Alone you will save us all!

Do not be tempted, Sire, he's an heretic!

You can do anything!

Just try...command the lightning to strike here!

And what... it will strike?

It will! Lightning... will be your whip, Sire!

Don't do that... Sire!

Forgive me, God.

Master..!

Master... Polotsk surrendered!

Polacks came out from behind, and the city opened its gates.

Get out of my sight!

God!

God... forgive me.

I was joking... it was a joke. It was just fun.

- Do not punish this stupid servant of Yours. - It stroke!

Glory to the Tsar!

God... in my sinful behaviour,

I surpassed every sinner since Adam,

rotten is my spirit, my God,

and in my stupidity and wreckness I resemble beasts...

the sick lust desecrated my spirit.

Luxury and all kinds of worthless deeds...

transformed me into a wreckless beast

Have mercy on me...

Repent, Tsar...

...you will feel better. Repent.

I bear many sins, Philip...

...I repent.

I repent.

And those ones... even without repenting...

I will condemn them to eternal torment.

Who?

All of them... who were there...

and captains, and boyars...

I will impale them all!

And their horses, I will chop'em into little pieces.

I will spare no one.

They surrendered the city, so even the dead are guilty.

Come to your senses...

Master!

Prepare, Father...for tomorrow...

a memorial funeral.

For the dead and for the living as well!

Lioska Basmanov... call all boyars back to Moscow!

You are commiting an immense sin... Sire!

The only sin a tsar can commit: the surrenderer of a town!

God...

Have You abandoned me?

Do not leave me without...

Your love.

Have mercy on me.

Father... they come!

- Stop, boyars! - And who are you?

-Again, you did not recognize me, Ivan.

- Can't believe it, uncle!? - The Mythropolit himself meets us!

Boyars, you cannot go home.

For surrendering Polotsk, the Tsar will kill you.

- What do you mean, "surrendering Polotsk"? - What do you say, Father, we beat the shit out of Polacks!

Just look, Father.

And what's that?

And these ones?

Polish flags, an entire carriage.

Polacks sneacked behind you and Polotsk opened the gates and surrendered.

If you care about your heads, please, believe me.

Wait here for the strom to pass. Father Theodore, lead them.

- Ivan, I want to ask you something. - Follow me, gentlemen.

Tell me...

There was no treason, wasn't it?

What treason, uncle!

And I want to ask you, why do you sacrifice for us?

Run away from Moscow, save your life.

I cannot, God won't let me.

My place is here.

If something bad happens to me...

On the road, I found a poor silly girl. Maybe you'll take care of her...

...give her to some monastery or something?

There she is, in the cart.

What a miracle... it's she again.

I need to get to Tsar... I have an important matter. To the Tsar!

To the Tsar... it's an important case!

Maliuta!

Grigorii Lukianovici!

Gavrilushka...

You're playing?

Where is dad?

Where is daddy? Quickly, call daddy.

So many times I told you not to run around.

Sit down here... like that.

Sit here, I'll come back soon.

- Hello, Basmanov. - Hello, Grigorii Lukianovici.

- What business brings you here? - Eh, business.

- Whisper in my ear.

Mythropolit's plot....he hid the disgraced boyars at his place.

That means the priest plays the same game?

- He said that? - Yes.

Come here!

Go back to your place, continue to watch and listen!

Don't try running away...

or I will find you even in Hell!

Gavrilushka... my son... come.

Hop-la!... Gavrilushka... my son.

I will personally report to the Tsar.

Oh, my Gavrilushka...

Oh, my son! You grabbed daddy's nose!

Oh, you boyar!

Master... tell your foolish servant, you are our patriarch,

you are our Tsar...

powerful ruler and master of our life&death...

you answer for us before God.

What's your point?

Why do we need the Mythropolit?

He's not one of us.

So they talk... So what?

What did they say, Philip eats babies or can change into a frog?

No...it's not that, my lord.

The boyars that betrayed stopped at his quarters.

Vania Kol�cev, Philip's nephew is among these traitors...

and also Vania's friend - Petka Saltikov,

and we know how the Saltikovs are...

Philip hid them all 6, but-I keep wandering- why?

Well, welcome...

gentlemen.

Bread and salt. May I join you?

Sit down!

Well...?

Why these dark faces?

Prince... sit down!

Why not rejoice?

Or the Mythropolit's honey is not sweet enough?

Vaniusa... Kol�cev...

taste it.

chew, chew... chew!

dip, dip, dip...

chew, chew... chew!

"He who has dipped his hand in the dish with Me, will betray Me."

God said so.

Try it with honey, it will be sweeter...take, chew!

Master...

it's my fault.

Boyars really rode to thee, then I called them here.

You called them... and they just came here...

They do not believe me.

They do not believe the Tsar.

And if you don't believe the Tsar, you can't win a war either.

And cattle do not breed, and corn withers.

Who opposes the government, that one opposes God.

And who is opposed to God...

that one is an apostate.

You have good honey!

Good honey!

Traitors!

How dare you betray our Tsar?

You came here tucking tails, cowardly dogs!

What's your business, madam, you have pants, but you're not the Tsar!

How dare you, slave! Get him!

How dare you look at your tsarina, dog!

Dog... dog... dog... dog... dog!

What for?...there's no need, I am innocent!

Grigorii Lukianici, have mercy on me, I have served you in faith and truth!

This is the one who betrayed you... boyars!

The snitch will have the first blow!

Take this traitor!

Grigorii Lukianici, there's no need, For Christ' sake, no, no, you don't have to!

Master... I am the guilty one.

Judge me, I called the boyars to my place.

Come here, just fast! Come on!

Master... judge me.

Hello, my little pidgeon.

Come here. Come on, do not be afraid.

Ah, my cute little girl. Do you still have my icon?

Sire, I... I am guilty.

Master...

- Here it is. - Master...

...tell me, what do you like more, animals, beads or sweets?

- Animals. -Come take a look, I have animals. - Master...

I have large and tiny animals also.

Master, judge me!

No, I will not judge you nor forgive you.

I do not want.

Judge yourself.

Let's go.

Let's go, let's go... you'll see.

Wait a moment...what do I have here?

Hey, what are you doing?

This is my Andriushka, he's the most dangerous. Are you not afraid?

I'm not afraid of little bears, grandfather.

Once, as I went through the woods, I ran into a little bear.

And Mother wave a handkerchief towards him and he bowed to her.

Mother told me that bears will not touch me.

Which mother would that be?

The Mother of God. She plays with me, has mercy on me,

shows me the way.

There's nothing I want to find out from you, my brothers...

I only wish to give you an advice.

Death lasts only for a moment.. but torture continues endlessly.

It's better to be loyal to the Tsar than torment yourself forever...

do not resist him.

I will only...

mark you so you'll remember.

Who's first?

Suiski. Give Suiski!

Suiskis have always been our enemies.

Bear this, boyar!

Look, Father, we have everything prepared. The best copyists...

your trustfull servants, Oprichniki...

...the wisest deacons.

Judge now, Mythropolit.

This is the throne!

Fiedka, help the Mythropolit.

Tsar ordered like that.

- I cannot! - Do not have doubts, Father...

Now you're the greatest judge. Sit down!

Sit down! The Tsar ordered that.

After all, you asked yourself a fair judgement...

Thus, be fair,

judge, Father!

- Why have you kneeled, Duke? - I'm guilty, Father.

- We admit our treason. - What is your guilt?

We are guilty as charged, Father. we have surrendered to Sigismund...

and he let us leave...

and promised us money...

if we would poison the Tsar.

Did they tortured you so that you confess?

As you can see, we have all our limbs....

We willingly confessed.

Look there...you see the gate?

There...

And on the other side, there's no gate.

Do you know why?

Because when the world will end and Jesus Christ will come down to earth...

He will pass right through here...

He will enter that gate and will remain with us for eternal life.

Let's go further.

Look...the palace!

There is not a single window.

- And why? - Why?

Because the world would end, and nothing will worth to look at.

- Everything will die, Grandpa? - No, not everything.

The palace will stand up and within, we will continue to live.

- Just don't tell anyone! - Don't scare me, grandpa.

Look!

There's no need for a roof, because it will not snow, nor rain,

Only the sun will shine forever.

Here it is...the saved city

Jerusalem.

That is my secret.

I'm sorry, Uncle... everything was true...

the conspiracy... the Novgorod money...

- And I lied to you, too. - I know you since you were a child. I don't believe it.

It's impossible.

- Why do you talk like that? - I talk...

because I must, uncle.

There is nothing more to talk. I'm guilty, and that's all.

Have us executed!

- Whose tune do you dance on? - Do not poison my soul, execute us.

Here is the conviction, Father.

No need to further talk, you heard it too, they admitted their guilt.

...that we beat'em...or tortured... ...you saw for yourself that we didn't!

and all equally testified.

Sigismund, Novgorod, ...to poison the Tsar.

Give the verdict. Fedka, get the seal.

I cannot.

Here it is, Father. Put your seal and finish the trial.

Get the sealing wax.

Look Father, it's that simple. See? - so, so, so, so.

So, so, so!

- Father, be good, put your seal, do not anger the Tsar. - I cannot.

This is no joke, Father! That's a conspiracy!

You didn't expected treason. But who was? That's why it is called like that, because your own people betray.

- Put your seal. - I cannot. - Put your seal, Father!

It seems to be true, but I don't believe it. I admit their guilt...

but I will not judge them.

God...

God... I drink the wine of Your anger...

clean wine...

that fermented in the cup of your anger.

God...

I make Your will! Tell me, thy anointed...

When will You show us Your face?

Lord... help me.

And you, Philipka, what are you doing here?

Why are you tormenting yourself?

You cannot sleep?

I can not.

I do not believe in my judgement.

You have judged'em, I have judged'em, it doesn't matter.

They are guilty all guilty, Philipuska.

In his heart, with his thought... eachone has sinned.

Each betrayed.

Now go.

Go home.

Go with God.

Father... everything is how you wanted to be.

You did not like my judgement, This will be the God's court.

Let the Lord decide.

End this pagan torture!

- Don't oppose to God's will! - It's not God's, it's yours!

Shut up!!

And God said, I'll reward you, according to your deeds.

Does it hurts them?

Of course it hurts.

But these are not people, They are worse than animals.

I beg you in the name of our Lord, Jesus Christ, stop it!

- Come on...tear the boyar apart! Come on! - Hey, you, don't be afraid!

The litlle bear it's good!

Come on, what do you wait?

Hey... you naughty scoundrell..!

Gimme back my spear!

Where does she go..?

Little Bear, stop it! Little Bear, don't do that!

Stop it, Sire!

Little Bear, stop, Little Bear... stop!!

Stop!

Wait, come back!

Philip!

Philipka!

Where are you going?

Come back!

God... Do not be angry at us for our wicked deeds.

Get Your cup of wrath away from us.

...and soften the Tsar's heart!

The hope you have given me, dies in bloody agony.

If the already spilled blood was not enough for You,

Take my life also...

Oh, Lord.

Part Three THE TSAR'S ANGER

Glory to you, God, glory to you, O God, Glory to you, God...

God bless you, God bless you

- Bless me, Father. - God bless.

Bless me, Father.

The Tsar is before you, Father!

You do not look where you ought to!

I do not see the Tsar. I can recognize him...

neither in these clothes, nor in his deeds.

Come to your senses... Mythropolit!

We are all mortals, Tsar, we must remember God's will.

- You chose a bad moment to remind me! - Look what you are doing to your country!

You want to be above the law of God, you are condemning your innocent subjects, Tsar!

It's not your job, abbot, to interfere with our imperial businesses!

If I am silent, then the walls of this temple will speak...

Do not oppose to our power!

- .. otherwise my anger will spread upon you! - Your vile actions will ruin the world!

You showed entire world that we hid the hell inside of us!

Philip... do not stand in my will's way!

I'm just a passerby on this earth...

Christ is with us... Whom should I be afraid of?

I no longer have the Mythropolit! No more!

No!...there is no Mythropolit!

No!

There is no Mythropolit!

Me... let me!

Let me... me!

Truly... I say unto thee...

The Judgement Day is coming!

For it is written, "they will kill their priests"!

Step aside!

Wizard!

It's a sorcerer!

Take this!

Beat the wizard!

Get this!

Take! Whip the wizard!

Do you remember this bridge, Father?

I told you, don't stand in my way.

The abbot came to be judged, Tsar.

Archbishops Council has decided:

Abbot Philip, receiving the mitre, cast spells and charms

and plotted against our Tsar, with the help of Novgorod's money.

He is an heretic and apostate of our Lord J.Christ, conspiring with the boyars:

Kolacev, his nephew...

Suiskii, Butarlin and others.

He was found guilty of treason, fraud and intention of killing our Tsar

and Grand Duke of Moscow, Ivan Vasilyevich.

Do you confess your crimes?

No.

He stinks of treachery!

I am Tsar's faithful dog,

I feel betrayal from 400 miles!

I feel it!

In this case, we will ask another villain.

Do you confess Philipka's crimes?

He is not a criminal.

He is not a villain!

See, Father, who the Terrible Judgement is done on Earth.

You will burn in the fire, heretic.

Confess, father... Confess!

Confess it, do not anger the Tsar.

Look at his torments!

Is Philip is a villain?

You say that he's not a villain?

Not criminal?

God...what anguish and pain, uncle!

I told you ..!

We live only with the help of God.

He will transfigure into the blood of heavenly God, he will not fear

nor the terrors of the night, nor the flying arrows,

nor its uncertain future or earthly matters.

He who will be born of heaven, he will fear nothing!

Confess, Father! Put an end to his torments.

He is not a villain!

Catch, Philipka, the Tsar's gift for you.

I kiss the mouth that has not lied.

Now this one, my lord?

I forgive him! Put him in chains, to the monastery....

...till the end's of his days!

Mother of God, Most Pure Virgin,

deliver me from all temptation,

and guide me towards repentance.

Mother of God, Most Pure Virgin,

deliver me from all temptation,

and guide me towards repentance.

Mother of God, Most Pure Virgin,

deliver me from all temptation,

and guide me towards repentance.

Part Four TSAR IS HAVING FUN

Seeing your sadness, enlightened Tsar, to cheer you up,

we have prepared some funny tools.

Our german oprichynik, Andriushka Schtaden, he invented'em all.

- Call him. - Andriushka, come here!

Show Tsar your toys.

Well, german,... cheer me up then!

Fun!

Tsar! This is the punishment for traitors...

of which there are so many on Russian soil.

This is a brilliant invention of the great italian Leonardo.

A traitor...

is placed... oh, here.

Spin!!!

Look, master... look, look at the end of the world!

Seven angels pour on earth the seven cups of God's wrath.

The first angel - He tortures,

and torture means breaking limbs...

until the final bodily death.

We will get our enemies there,

And over there pies will be distributed.

You will cheer people on full bellies, my lord.

my lord...this is for perjurers Go ahead!

And above, the people will dance, like that.

And this is the punishment for unfaithful wives and husbands.

Come quickly, come on!

Master, Russia's full of thieves

why whip only one when you can whip hundreds of thousands just making a hand sign?

For you, Sire, I will suffer.

I'm the first to offer you my pain!

Wave your arm, Sire.

Spin!

The second angel kills...

and a large fire destroys everything in his path.

Beat me well,until blood is spilled,

with sticks, with boots! It does not heart!

Master...what a beauty! Come here, with me?!

And John the Theologian wrote:

"I saw the woman riding the beast".

I love to ride in a sleigh!

"and she was dressed in purple and had in his hand a golden cup,

filled with abomination and impurities".

Shut up, you slave!

Master... master, hear what he says about me!

Truly, truly, I say my Lord, the end of the world is near!

"And I see that written on his forehead is "Whore of Babylon"!

How...

How dare you say something like that about the Tsarina, you dog!

How dare you say something like that about the Tsarina, dog, about the Tsarina!!

Philip was right, you'll burn in fire!

You'll burn alive.

- Tie him... burn him! - Burn him!!!

And you will rot in a monastery...stupid chicken. Get out of my sight!

Thank you, Master! Burning is an useful death!

Earthly fire releases the soul...

because the soul is incorporeal fire!

I see... I see what's coming

People, rivers of fire will come and rescue will be nowhere!

Doomsday of Novgorod!

- Where is Philip? - He prays.

I want to see him.

Hallelujah!

Are you thirsty?

Take it... drink. Drink, old man.

Mistress, Holy Mother of God, Virgin, protect me, the sinner!

Mistress, Holy Mother of God, Virgin, protect me, the sinner!

Mistress, Holy Mother of God, Virgin, protect me, the sinner!

How did this happen? How did it happen?

Oh, God... Father... how did it happen?

I... how?... how ..?

Call the Abbot.

Go... and see.

You called me, Father Mythropolit?

- I am not the Mythropolit. - We don't acknowledge you descending the throne.

- What do you want, father? - I want to save you and the brothers.

Counting from today, on the third day Satan will appear.

I will go... and the blame of my death will fall on brothers...and they'll be killed.

Flee away from the monastery.

Thank you, Father.

- Would you like to say smth else? - Everything has been said... leave now.

You all know who is imprisoned in our monastery.

He is destined to martyrdom.

I was told to advice you to run away.

I will remain here...

but I'm not your judge.

Who will stay with me...

....will die.

Who cannot endure this crown of thorns...

let him go in peace.

Lukianichy...

I want to talk to him privately.

Just me...

but after I will kiss him...

you know what to do.

Go away and do not wait for me.

Rumor circulating around Moscow...

saying that you received grace from above.

that you...

became a saint.

I would like to repent, father, hear my confession.

Though I'm alive, for my sins I'm dead to God.

My body has dried up, and my soul is burnt and I can ask help from nowhere.

I ran to you.

The wrath of God streched out on me.

Polacks attacks us...

Novgorod rebels...

I realized longtime ago that Sigismund is Satana, and Novgorod his beast.

Judgement Day is close.

Father...

let's forget old grudges, right?

Please.

Bless me... for war.

Show your repentance...with your deeds Stop the bloodshed!

You don't you love me...

don't love me.

Whay kind of Tsar do you want?

One who streches out the wright cheek, when you hit the left?

And who will keep the bastards under control? Who will rule the kingdom?

Maybe I sin by my acts, as a man I may be a sinner,

but as a Tsar... I am just!

Go away, my lord.

You will not receive my blessing.

Let the will of God be done.

Let the...

the will of God ...be done.

Goodbye.

Basmanov... Lioska!

Drive me home,

Lukianichy will take care of the rest.

Forgive me, Father... this is my duty.

We are both on duty.

Do you want me to give your freedom?

You have received grace... have removed the guard's eye disease...

Do you want to stay alive?

Gavrilushka...

my son...

he has a sick dry leg.

You, Grigorii Lukianovici, you must retreat in a monastery...for life,

then God will have mercy on your child.

I can not... I serve the Tsar.

Well... then ask him for a miracle.

- You will not witness miracles from me. - I do not need miracles from you.

Holy Father...

bless the Tsar to have victory, over the Great Novgorod.

I will not bless the Tsar.

Do your duty now, my friend.

.. and save, O Good Lord, our souls.

Holy God, holy, powerful, holy, and immortal, have mercy on us.

Holy God, holy, powerful, holy, and immortal, have mercy on us.

Your prisoner...is dead!

You let him die of thirst!

- Right?! - Yes, yes... yes.

Remove the dead and... throw it on the field.

I will wait behind the gates, to see it done... clear?

I said, get him out and throw him away!

On the field!

The Edict of the Tsar and Grand Duke of All Russia, Ivan Vasilyevich...

about the eradication of all traitors and thieves in our kingdom.

All souls, all servants and

and all our Orthodox people...

will gather in the White City, Moscow, near the Dirty Pond,

in Harlampia, at six o'clock, to enjoy with the Tsar

and Grand Duke of All Russia, Ivan Vasilyevich,

the heavy tortures of traitors and thieves.

And who will not listen and will not rejoice Tsar's joy,

that one will be disgraced

and will receive exemplary punishment.

Understood?

Holy God...

holy, strong...

holy and immortal...

Have mercy on us.

Where is the dead?

Where is the dead??

Where is the dead???

You will not get him from our altar! You will not enter the Holy Chamber, Satan!

Give it to me!

Let's burn down the altar!

Come out!

The Tsar is waiting... come out!

Come out and be merry, in Tsar's company!

Come out ..!

Come out to the Tsar's fun!

Come out!

Where is my people?

Lord... have mercy on me, the sinner.

Lord... have mercy on me, the sinner.

Where is my people?

TSAR