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ZHUKOV

Part 4

And you, comrade Zhukov,
what do you have to say

in your own defense?

If I am guilty of anything,

I am ready to accept the punishment.

But, comrade Stalin,

I have nothing to apologize for.
I've loyally served

the Party and the country.

As for the accusation that I supposedly

surrounded myself with displeased people

and set myself against the government
and the High Command,

I see it as a provocative act.

I also ask you to look into the conditions

which caused Novikov
to write his statement.

I've known him for many years,
I've seen him at the front.

And I am convinced
that someone made him write those lies.

- Let's go.
- I was told that...

- She slashed her wrists.
- True. But it doesn't matter.

The surgery is scheduled for today
and it should be performed.

Zakharova's doctor arrived.
Please take her to the surgery.

Let's go, doctor. I'll show you
where you can change and get ready.

- Let's go, doctor.
- Of course.

You have blood on your sleeve.

It's brand new.

It is too late to clean it now.

Her pulse is calm.

- Right.
- She's got a good heart. Strong.

Shall we take her to her ward?

Damn! Okay, you can go.

He finally dragged her over!

- Whom?
- The gynecologist.

She will do an abortion.

What are we waiting for?
Get the patient ready for the surgery!

As for seizing

the achievements

and other people's operations,

I would I need that?

If something was said,
it was not me who said it...

What do you mean, not you?

You said those things to the journalist
in Berlin. It's all in the newspaper.

Comrade Konev!

Did he took in your achievements
in the Korsun-Shevchenkovsky Offensive?

History will judge us, comrade Stalin.

- The facts are stubborn.
- Comrade Konev!

I'll have to read this article carefully.

I haven't read it but I think
the journalist messed it up.

Saying how you won this war all alone –
that's what the journalist messed up?

Go on, comrade Zhukov.
You have our full attention.

As for accusing me in bonapartism,
it requires some thinking.

If I was rude or impatient,

I ask of you all to forgive me.
I apologize, comrades.

Forgive me, comrade Stalin.

Let it be.

I think that the things
that were said here today

raise very deep thoughts.

I think, comrade Zhukov,
you have to leave Moscow for a while.

We need to think
and to find a decent position for you.

Follow me.

- Comrades officers!
- We'll think carefully

and we will let you know.

Comrade Stalin!

Go do your job, comrade Abakumov.

- How was the surgery?
- Fine.

She is alive. She is sterile.
I am afraid, this is final.

- When will she recover senses?
- I don't know.

Tomorrow, tonight, right now.

What should be done
for the quickest recovery?

- Some rest, good nutrition...
- Stop!

But I don't know how she'll react
when she finds out she's lost a baby.

Our man will take care of that.
You may go now. You did your duty.

Thank you.

I need to speak to the head of department.
It is urgent.

At the Ural region only,
I lack about 2,000 officers

of top and middle ranking.

Staff scarcity is overwhelming,
comrade Stalin.

Why do we have to keep this horde
of the adjutants, cooks and drivers?

Based on my experience,
military generals are excellent managers.

The war is over.

We need to rebuild this country.

We need to run the mines
and the blast furnaces.

We need to raise the cities
out of ruins.

They keep reliving their past victories,

while a regular Soviet worker doesn't care

about their honors competitions,
who passed over whom and when.

I am deeply exasperated. Only
true Bolsheviks should stay in the army.

That's enough.

Prepare your ideas and bring them
to the Political Bureau. We'll consider.

I think that the cadre
of our military professionals

are honest and responsible comrades.

And we'll blow all the hull away.

I am sorry. We won't shoot from the hip.

I liked the way all the marshals
stood up for him.

In an honest, straightforward
and blunt manner.

They criticized him moderately
and then they backed him up. Well done.

If you want to know my opinion,
comrade Stalin,

comrade Rybalko was not entirely honest.

He was talking nonsense,
covering up for his friend.

Go do your job, Lavrentiy Pavlovich.

I am tired.

Lie down!

Quiet!

Otherwise I'll tie you
and you'll wet your bed.

Hush now!

Hush!

Calm down. Hush.

Hush.

Pavel Semyonovich!

Abdominal palpation
displayed a small lump.

We'll have to examine you
at hospital.

- I have firing training. I can't.
- Your training can wait.

We have other things
to worry about.

I can do it forty times.
So how sick I am?

- I am not going to any hospital.
- Routine examination is mandatory,

comrade Marshal. It is not my caprice.

It's an order.

We don't keep healthy people here.
In a week, it will be all clear.

Train no. 33 from Moscow to Odessa,
departs from platform 3 in 30 minutes.

- Zhora! Please check with a school, okay?
- Good afternoon!

They should teach languages.
And it should be close.

- You won't forget?
- I won't. It is being done already.

I know how it is being done.
Viktor Nikolaevich, please watch him.

- I will.
- You know, she switched five schools.

- Will you watch him?
- Yes, of course.

Georgy!

What are you doing? Telegin called me,
I canceled a show!

I told you to stay away from me.

Konstantin! Vladimir Viktorovich! Lida!

What are you talking about?
How could I?

- Are we Russians or what?
- We are. Even too much so, as I see.

Thank you.

I appreciate it. Thank you.

Everyone knows that you are not guilty.
We know it is an exile,

but we love you! You hear me?

We're by your side,
body and soul!

It's gonna be fine!

Lida, will you come and sing in Odessa?

I'll be singing for you till my dying day!

Thank you all!

Good luck!

Comrade Marshal! May I come in?

Come in.

Yes!

Let's go.

Yes!

Six.

Here.

Have some tea.

It is hot.

Why did you do it, Lida?

I'll never give birth to a son.

The doctor said so.

Stop here, please.

Keep the change.

Hello.

- Hello.
- Thank you.

Come in.

- Please.
- Thank you.

Just a second.

Don't touch it, girl.

- I am sorry.
- It's not been written for you.

I've been expecting you for a long time.
Come on in.

Come in.

But how…

- What, Lida told you about me?
- Nobody told me a thing.

So what do you want from your husband,
an unwedded wife?

Unwedded.

And what does any wife
want from her husband?

Love.

Loyalty, honesty.

I want him to live.
I want him not to look around.

You want too much.

Girl, you probably forgot who is he.

He is a man of a war. He's a warrior.

People like him are born
once in a thousand years.

He is used to gaining his ends.

That's how he gained you once.

That's how he gained the victory.

That's how he gains
everything he needs.

And he asks nobody.

You came to ask death for that one.

Don't argue.

Everything in this life
should be called by their names.

- You are late.
- What?

- But she is alive.
- She is and she isn't.

Although she lives, and moves, and talks.

But she's dead.

Good people killed her soul.

She's not a threat for you anymore.

You'll be seeing her.

And you will talk to her.

- You know, I'll hardly do that.
- You'll even

ask her help.

Saying that Zhukov was enthusiastically
welcomed by Odessa common folk

is saying nothing.

But the high Party command
were not so happy.

The Marshal was too tight for them.

You can't provide the housing
for the officers? This is your problem.

I demand.

You can't eliminate crime? Okay,
I'll solve this one, too. In three days.

By a military operation. It is illegal?

But is it legal to rob people
in full daylight?

Odessa Party elite was anxiously
watching Zhukov gaining popularity,

mostly among the common folk.

They didn't expect
to see the Marshal unbent.

For a while Stalin just grinned

while reading the secret reports
from Odessa.

His favorite, whom he didn't seem
to be willing to finish off,

kept being loyal to himself.

Zhukov was an uncomfortable person.
What one could do about it?

But then the time came
when Stalin realized

that he had to
bring the Marshal down again.

In January 1947,

at a plenum, they canceled his candidacy
as a future member of the Committee

of the Bolshevik Party.

An inspection of Odessa district
by the Committee special commission

did not reveal any serious violations
by Commander Zhukov.

What are all these complaints then?

There are grounds to these complaints.
Comrade Zhukov is tough in his work.

He took over a new municipal building
to house the officers,

he imposed military terror on the city.

So, is your commission totally crazy?
They say here: "No violations."

The key conclusion of the commission is...

"In Odessa and its surrounding area,
organized crime has been eliminated,

the majority of ordinary people
are very happy with Zhukov's actions."

He is a hero there now. And he behaves
just the way he did in Germany.

His retinue is around him again.

He is self-willed and arrogant

like some kind of tsar.
The king of Odessa.

Georgy! Georgy!
Why don't you want to understand?

Let's go.

And he repented.

He admitted his mistakes.
And here he goes all over again.

You see? I told her
not to pull the curtains

and she still did.

- Maybe you could replace her?
- Whom? Valya? No need.

She cares about my health.

She wants me to see the sun.
And to breathe the air.

You came from the cold with rosy cheeks.
And I can't even look at the sun.

It hurts my eyes.
And I can't breathe fresh air.

- I start coughing. Getting old, probably.
- What are you saying, comrade Stalin!

What's going on with the Woogle operation?

Here.

- Please have a look.
- What is it?

Some excerpts from the conversations
of Zhukov's closest friends,

including their conversations with him.

Telegin is quite a thinker, isn't he?

He knows what has to be done.
We gotta call him over

to give us some advice.

And Ruslanova also should come
and tell us

whom to arrest and whom to spare.

Ungrateful rattlers!

Did Zhukov say something, too?

- Show me! Where?
- No, comrade Stalin.

- What do you mean by "no"?
- He didn't say anything.

Zhukov either kept silent
or cut these talks off.

He never said anything like that.

But he also never reported
indecent statements made by his friends.

Are you expecting the Marshal
to bring his reports to you in person?

Are you out of your mind,
Viktor Semyonovich?

Why reports? It's the Party morale.

Tell me! Do or don't you have
anything against Zhukov

There is some evidence... Comrade Stalin,
it's not been verified yet.

Zhukov keeps at his home
a considerable amount of valuables in gold

and precious stones.

Presumably for his unexpected departure

to his Western friends.

The diamonds,

they ain't no furniture.

And no cars either.

It is serious.

It means that our Georgy Konstantinovich

is deep into the bourgeois values.
We gotta help the Marshal

to get out of this pest.

- Viktor Semyonovich!
- Yes?

Find me

this suitcase with the diamonds.

Okay, you have your tasks.
You may be released.

Grishaev! Likhachev! Please stay.

Alright, listen. We have new orders.

We have to find a suitcase
filled with gems

- that belongs to Zhukov.
- But these are rumors!

Someone dropped the word
under interrogation.

If they did,
then they either saw or heard something.

There is no smoke without fire.

I am interested in this suitcase,
and I am not the only one who is.

Do you think Zhukov
can keep it at Ruslanova's?

No way, Viktor Semyonovich.

And I don't think
Zhukov is any expert in gems.

I am asking whether we can organize

searching and finding this suitcase
at Ruslanova's.

Would it look credible?

Would she confirm it under interrogation?

I think, we could.

But it is all a bit crooked,
Viktor Semyonovich.

Crooked. Crooked.

Crooked.

What do we have at the end of the day?
Just his insignias, right?

Yes, Viktor Semyonovich.

He was happily awarding them.
Ruslanova, Kryukov, Telegin, and others.

So what? The generals fought
and spilled their blood. She sang.

She bought two regiments
of Katyushas with her own money.

It's all bullshit. They'd come out clean.

Viktor Semyonovich! We'll sort it out.

Very good.

I am reminding you,

the Woogle
is approved by Stalin.

He is unhappy, and so am I.

Thus, please be
extremely alert and mindful.

If we fail,
you know that my head falls down.

And if mine does...

...yours go next.
So find this suitcase.

That's it. You may go.

Viktor Semyonovich!

- Yes?
- And what if we press the dealers?

Pin some down,
the others'd bring it to us.

Many a mickle makes a muckle.

And a secret search at Zhukov's.

We'll find it there.

Moreover, his wife certainly has
something of her own.

The Marshal is not a poor fellow.

Okay, I'll think about it.

What is going on, comrades?
Where did you take me?

Don't worry! We won't execute you.

Yet.

It is one strange picture.
Give me some light.

And there's another picture.

- One more.
- Yes.

- And some figurine.
- Comrades! I won't see nothing this way.

- Could you at least turn the lights on?
- We warned you it'd be a hard work.

You warned me when you brought me here
and faced me with the fact.

Be happy
that we didn't face you to the wall.

I am fine with working
under difficult conditions.

But not in the complete darkness!

Even in the light I can hardly see
what is where.

Don't you worry!

- We'll show you.
- Then why do you need me here?

Why did you bring me here at night?

Just write it down yourselves,
and I'll sign.

No, really! That's not the work!

Turn the lights on,
and we'll identify everything.

What is it and how much it co...

Who are you?

- Who are you?
- Look around!

Passport regime inspection.

- What regime? It is 3 AM!
- What are you doing here?

I do whatever I wanna do.
I live here.

A warrant. A search warrant.

- Read it.
- I surely will.

I repeat. What are you doing here?

I…

I am actually drinking a little bit.

I see.

- Why in the dark?
- You know...

I've been drinking for so many days
that I don't need any light.

I feel the damned thing even in the dark.

And the light, you know, it just...

...offends the eye.

Guys! Let's drink, huh?

You know, Konstantinovich has
so much booze here.

I have no more words. Let's go. Come on.

Let's go, a snoop. Follow me.

Please sit. Make yourself at home.

Come on! Sit. It's alright.

And you... Here. Great. Come on.

You know, I live in this fuss, real fuss.

So I've got tired of this
and decided to come here, to my bro,

to take some rest and all,
to look after the house, you know.

He loves me so...
And I love him too, by the way.

- Okay, come on. To our victory.
- Take him there.

Please excuse me.

Hey! Wait! Where are you going?

Well... Anyway, alcoholism is a small sin
and a big piggery.

Let's drink to our victory. Cheers!

Have a bite, will you?

Show me your papers again.

Aging is no fun. Especially with drinking.

- Do you have glasses?
- No.

No? Whatever.

Yes, it is a serious paper.

- Yes, a valid one.
- Right. Signed by comrade Abakumov.

Well…

To our victory!

- What are you looking for?
- Many things. A suitcase, for example.

Have you seen a suitcase
in Georgy Konstantinovich's house?

A suitcase?There are plenty of suitcases.

You just sit here for now.
Our men are sorting it out.

I'm just gonna show you where they are.
I am a groundskeeper here.

You know, there are many of them.

I have all of Marshal's household
under control.

- A suitcase...
- Okay.

A tiny one. Have you seen in
at Georgy Konstantinovich's?

Like this one?

Not quite like this one.
The one with sapphires and diamonds.

With sapphires. And diamonds!

Why would Konstantinovich
keep those sapphires and diamonds?

People say, he does.

Spit in those people's face.

I can't. What if comrade Stalin says it?

Sorry. Sorry.

Sorry, comrade.

Well...

Actually...

- What suitcase are you talking about?
- A tiny one.

With diamonds, sapphires and rubies.

Just think about it.
Maybe you could help us to find it?

It will be my pleasure.

My pleasure.

Please.

Got it. Yeah. I am on my way.

I have an urgent matter.

Make a search, write a list of belongings.
Watch him carefully! Keep your eyes open.

- What's your name?
- Konstantin.

Konstantin? What a pagan!
Take off your hat.

You are at the table.
Here. Drink. Konstantin!

Don't give it to me!
Read it to me. What did you draw here?

We didn't just draw, Viktor Semyonovich.
We found it all at his place.

At the night of January 8,
by comrade Stalin's personal order,

a search was conducted
at Zhukov' country house

- in Rublevo village near Moscow.
- A secret search.

Viktor Semyonovich! We couldn't make it.

- His brother was there. Pilikhin.
- You don't say!

Do you understand that Stalin is waiting?

Each time he sees me,
he asks about this suitcase.

I am reporting.
We found 51 boxes and suitcases.

They hold over 9,000 meters
of expensive fabric,

223 items of fox, sable, astrakhan furs,
44 carpets, 55 valuable classic paintings.

And this. Diamonds, Deutschmarks,

precious stones and gold.

Viktor Semyonovich, there are two options.
The report with or without the suitcase.

According to this, we found the suitcase.
Here, we didn't.

If we choose the first one,
we bring the Marshal in for questioning.

We'll squeeze it out of him.
There are witnesses, it's all reported.

Go out…

…Grishaev, wait outside.

Thank you.

- Hi there, Mikhail Mikhailovich.
- Hi, my dear!

Hello!

- Shura and the kids said they'd come.
- Hello, comrade Marshal!

They came from Odessa a week ago,
and then it started.

The girls and their school friends,
Dievna with her friends and her errands,

and then they all caught cold...

And this fellow who just saluted you...

Greetings, Commander!

That's Major Sutyagin.
He your new driver, Georgy.

- Where's Buchin? What happened to him?
- He's a bit unwell. For a while.

- Come on, Mashin.
- Aye!

Please.

- Please.
- Thank you.

- How was Buchin arrested? Where?
- I don't know.

I know one thing, Georgy.

- All of your...
- Form two ranks!

...friends are in deep trouble.

Here I come from smoke into smother.
I thought, here it was over.

I think it's only getting started.

They want it to be a desert.
Reap people.

I'll tell Serov. Why Buchin?
He's a great driver, a pro.

Come on, don't get heated up. Zhora!

Many things changed in Moscow in a year.
People stay at their homes, don't go out.

- How's Pasha Rybalko?
- Not good.

Not good at all.

- At the Kremlin hospital?
- Yes.

- Pavel is dying.
- Let's go and see him.

- Please, comrade Commander!
- There are chestnuts in a basket.

Tell my wife,
I'd come home in a couple of hours.

Yes!

- Where is your car?
- There.

Let's go.

- I have to escort you, I have an order…
- Knock it off, Major! Turn about!

- Yes!
- Go to the summer house! Proceed!

- I took valenki for you.
- Really? Why?

Well, you know… What can it hurt?

You come from the south.
Put them on.

Well, so Buchin is the first. Who's next?

- Is it so bad?
- No, it's okay.

It's okay. Say, they canceled
the ration books. That's good.

You know, we're celebrating the New Year.

And in Odessa, it is 10 degrees Celsius.

- Okay, Mikha, let's go.
- Zhora, wait.

- Come here. Come on.
- What?

I didn't want to say it in the car.
You never know.

The KGB people made some searches.

In your apartment and in the summer house.

That's why Shura didn't come.
She's lying there all upset.

Don't talk too much
when you see Pasha.

Got it?

You see? They've been following us
from the train station.

- Indeed?
- I was at the summer house.

They wanted to see some suitcases.
I've shown them all of those.

They said, no. They wanted a tiny one,
with the gems.

They kept searching and couldn't find it.
Maybe I got in their way.

They'd find it if they had to,
you or not you.

Wait, wait! Wait.

Zhora!

We've known each other
since we were kids.

You've always listened to me.
I am the elder one. Listen to me now.

They've arrested all your aides.

All of them.

Varennikov, Telegin, Minyuk, Filatov.
All at once.

There is some plot against you. Something…

- Zhora! They'll kill you. Don't you see?
- Come on, Mikha, calm down. Don't sob.

If they take me,
who'в take care of my family? Shura...

And the girls.

Whom are you afraid of? A snoop?

- I've seen worse.
- Wait!

- What are you doing there? Come here!
- Hush! Cool off! You don't need this!

Why would you need this?

Here. Take this bottle.

Or he'd tell you to go and get it.

- Here. Smell after you drink.
- You are so thrifty.

I'll wait for you here.

That's… the list

of the valuables taken
from Zhukov's apartment.

Please note the last line.

This suitcase contains
300,000 rubles worth of diamonds,

in new money.

What are you showing me here?

Comrade Stalin, we found the suitcase.

Viktor Semyonovich,
don't take me for a fool.

You'll end up a fool yourself.

Go do your job.

Hello.

Can you tell me what is it?
What's the diagnosis?

Who cares about the diagnosis?

Ulcer perforation. For some reason,
the ulcer won't heal.

I have no appetite, a bloody diarrhea,
and my legs are failing.

Is it that bad?

They said, they saw my cancer too late.
I just have to lie down now.

I can't see people.

It is a miracle that they let me see you.

We have the greatest doctors.
They'll get you back on your feet.

Don't you get it?

I won't get out of here.
But they'll bury me with all due honor.

Come on. I'd like to sit down.

- So, you are guessing…
- Who cares what am I guessing?

You are guessing, my wife's guessing,
and God decides.

Well, did you bring something?

- Pilikhin saw about it.
- Yes, he's a sharp one.

And very intelligent, too.
He sees it all, he understands it all.

We've spent the childhood together. I am…

Climbing up the mountain, and he…

Sits there,
reading books and digging the soil.

Doesn't stick out as if he were not there.
But he is there.

Here.

So what did you say about God?

- He decides?
- You still don't get it?

Who's our god now,
the pagans like ourselves?

He decides.

I am worried about something else now.
What's gonna happen to my wife and kids?

It's a good vodka.

Oh, the sun, my dear sun.

We, the Slavs, goofed it up.
We had this wonderful religion.

And the thing was
that it had a leaf,

it had the water, the air,
the sun, the nature.

That's something to worship.
Look at this beauty.

And now Christ is canceled, too.

A boor took God's place.

And if there's no God,
one can do whatever they like.

It's such a filth,

and there is no end to it
if a boor prevails.

And it doesn't matter who is this boor.
It could be you, could be me, could be...

Well…

If I didn't break out at that council
and said whatever I thought to Stalin,

Abakumov'd make a beshbarmak out of you.

Heh, Georgy… Only a while ago,
I did a pistol squat while riding a horse.

I feel my body. What routine examination?
Why would I need it?

I remember the moment
when my body yelled at me:

"What are you doing?
Don't drink that swill!"

But how could I not to
if my doctor said so?

- A professor.
- So what do you think?

Stalin and Abakumov poisoned you?

But why? The bullets are free today.

- Why would they bother?
- I saw his look.

He said everything with that look.

"Hey, a tankie, why are you meddling?"
Well, let's finish this bottle off.

Just like at the front.

With some brown bread and salt.

Hello!

Hello, my namesake!

- Are you Lidiya Vladimirovna?
- Yes, I am.

Oh, Lidiya Ruslanova! Good evening!

Ruslanova, yes!
Let's make acquaintance!

- Really? Sure!
- Shall we?

Let's talk!

We could take a ride.
I have a car. Right?

- You are inviting me?
- Yes.

Don't be embarrassed! Come on, get in!

It is so unexpected!