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COSMOS STUDIO

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PRESENTS

A COSMOS STUDIO PRODUCTION

WRITTEN BY
ARIF ALIEV

DIRECTED BY
DMITRIY IOSIFOV

CAMERA DIRECTOR
MAXIM SHINKORENKO

ART DIRECTOR
SERGEY VOROBIEV

MAKEUP ARTIST - ARTEM DEMIDOV,
COSTUME DESIGNER - SVETLANA MOSKVINA

MUSIC BY NIKOLAY ROSTOV
CASTING DIRECTOR - VALERIA GANKINA

EDITORS-IN-CHIEF - SERGEY KOZIN
POST-PRODUCTION BY NONNA ARISTARKHOVA

SOUND DIRECTORS
VLADIMIR LITROVNIK, ANNA IVANTSOVA

PICTURE EDITORS
OLGA GRINSHPUN, GLEB ROSS

EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS
LILIA CHEKSTER, SYUZANNA MUAZEN

ASSOCIATE PRODUCER
ANASTASIA KORETSKAYA

LEAD PRODUCER
DMITRIY GOLUBICHNY

PRODUCERS - ALEXANDER AKOPOV,
ANTON ZLATOPOLSKY, NATALIA SHEIDOROVA

IN REMEMBRANCE OF EXECUTIVE PRODUCER
ALEXEI KUBLITSKY

PAVEL PETROVICH - PAVEL TABAKOV
NIKITA PANIN - SERGEY KOLTAKOV

YEMELYAN PUGACHEV - ARTHUR IVANOV
PRINCESS TARAKANOVA - ANGELINA STRECHINA

STEPAN SHESHKOVSKY - MIKHAIL GOREVOY
ALEXEI ORLOV - ARTEM ALEXEEV

ANDREY RAZUMOVSKY - ALEXANDER TKACHIOV
NATALIA ALEXEIEVNA - ALINA TOMNIKOV

GRIGORY POTEMKIN - VLADIMIR YAGLICH
GAVRIIL DERZHAVIN - DANILA DUNAEV

EKATERINA NELIDOVA - DIANA MILYUTINA
LEFEBVRE - IGOR GRABUZOV

KAZIMIERZ OGIŃSKI - ARTEM KRETOV
MICHAŁ OGIŃSKI - DANIIL SLUTSKY

MARIA KAROLINA - OLGA MAKEEVA
FERDINAND - SERGEY TESSLER

DENIS FONVIZIN - KUZMA SAPRYKIN
ADAM OLSUFIEV - STANISLAV STRELKOV

EKATERINA THE GREAT
MARINA ALEKSANDROVA

EKATERINA: PRETENDERS

ST. PETERSBURG
CAPITAL OF THE RUSSIAN EMPIRE, MAY 1774

- Why here?
- A mouse is safest in front of a cat.

Wonderful paintings, aren’t they?

Russia can be proud of its sons.
It’s not my first time in Petersburg,

but I’ve never had time
to see all the pictures in this hall.

And now the carriage is waiting
to take me to Paris.

Viscount, I don’t know much about
fine arts, I’ve come on business.

Her Highness Natalia Alexeievna would
like you to pass a letter to king Louis.

Aren’t you worried
about your fate, count?

There’s nothing unexpected
in a letter to the French king.

I used to be in correspondence with him.
We discussed history and literature.

I assume Her Highness isn’t writing
about Goethe’s poems in this letter.

What induced her to do
such an unsafe thing?

Her Highness is concerned that
there’s not much time left to change

her fate, along with Pavel Petrovich.
The Empress may produce a new heir.

What help does she expect from the French
Crown? To enthrone the Grand Duke?

She doesn’t see him as an Emperor.
Her ideal is Ekaterina the Great.

- She wants to follow her path.
- Coup d'états and her husband’s murder?

- Murder?
- It wouldn’t be safe to let him live.

Who’s going to kill him? Is it you?
To rise high you need to have faith.

Doubts are a heavy burden,
they won’t let you soar.

Tell Natalia Alexeievna I’m waiting
for her in the bathhouse.

- What?
- You heard me.

Tomorrow at nine.

Go, I'll be right there.

- Good evening, sir.
- Same to you.

I attended His Excellency to the Palace
this morning and knew I would see you.

- How are you feeling?
- Hell if I get a word of it...

Listen, His Excellency
won't be back soon...

Let’s go, why should we
stand in the rain? Come on.

It’s a bit wilted...

- What a beautiful flower.
- You like it?

That’s good.

Listen, Gertrude...

"Gertrude" doesn’t
sound Russian, you know?

Let me call you Glaphyra.

- I’ll call you Glasha.
- Me?

- Glasha?
- Glasha, yes.

Yes, good.

Tell me, Glasha, are
you free or a serf?

Am I free?

- Are you free?
- Yes.

I am a... free woman.

Free? It’s good, good.

Let’s give it all up and run away.

With me. Do you agree?

I can’t understand your words,

but my heart tells me
what you mean.

Run away. With me.

Of course you can
come to visit me.

Around three, Her Highness
is usually resting after lunch.

I don’t understand.
Do you agree? Glasha...

We’ll have lots of kids.
I’ll be a cabman.

We’ll be happy,
away from this snakepit.

Do you agree, Glasha?

I have to go now, but...

Let’s meet tomorrow, at three.

- Right here.
- I don’t know your language.

Tomorrow, here, at three.
Three o’clock.

Three... Three days?
You need time to think?

Glasha, my sweet thing...

Glasha...

My sweet Glasha...

At the passing of your brother
let me offer condolences

to you and the Danish people.

Sorry to come without notice,

but I need to discuss
the reception of the French ambassador.

- Pavel Petrovich, be quiet!
- The situation is dangerous...

I can understand Louis’s reaction,
but the whole world’s in anticipation.

Benighted and slaveholding Russia
is too dangerous and unpredictable.

And how do you like this news
about Elisabeth’s daughter?

It’s a lie, of course,
but what an impudent one!

- What are you reading?
- It’s... Voltaire.

Your mother likes to read it.

Come in!

- Your Highness, your coffee.
- Come in, bring it here.

If Europe sides with this impostress
it may come to a war on all fronts...

- Count Andrey set up a meeting...
- Later.

Russia could just be gone! A lean peace
is better than a fat victory.

- Russia can’t be ruled the old way.
- Pavel Petrovich, walls have ears.

- Would you like a cup of coffee?
- No, thank you.

I heard you prefer something
stronger now, don’t you?

I prefer tea. My respects.

Pavel Petrovich, I would like
to come to your chamber tonight.

I’ll be waiting.

Natalia Alexeievna Romanova.

The Frenchman was quite insolent,
he is asking to be taught a lesson.

What he said about Russian fleet,
does it make sense?

Can they block our squadron?
Is the risk so evident?

Unfortunately, yes, Your Majesty.

We had dispatches from
Samuel Greig’s squadron in Naples.

They’re having problems with supplies
and materials for repairs.

In a word - the ships are rotting.

They need to change rigging,
wood to board bilges,

to make new masts, bowsprits...
Otherwise we’ll lose the fleet.

- We must recall the squadron.
- And you will take this over.

I trust you.

What about Grigory Grigoryevich?

I trusted Grigory.
But I don't know if he trusted me.

He loves you.

I didn’t see anyone, but Grigory.

Younger brother hid
in the shadow of the elder one.

But now I can see clearly...

There’s nothing to see.

The younger reflects the elder.
One blood, one upbringing.

No, I see the difference.

The younger one is more thoughtful,
more suave, clever.

More resolute, more insidious.

Let’s stay here. Wonderful place!

- What is it, pan Kazimierz?
- Be careful, Your Highness, it’s loaded.

Don't tell me what to do,
it’s me who has a pistol.

Take it. I pledge myself to you.

What is this place?
Why didn’t we come here before?

- It can be dangerous there.
- I’ll go and have a look.

Catch up, pan Kazimierz.

- You saved us, Your Highness.
- It’s you who saved us. Don’t die!

- Where’s Michal? Michal!
- Michal!

Kazimierz...

Grigory...

Whose name did you call me?
My brother’s or Potyomkin’s?

- What do you think?
- I think you are testing my feelings.

It’s needless.

- I love you.
- I like your sincerity more and more.

- Too bad we have to part soon.
- You didn’t need to remind me.

I must go to Naples.

I’ll find you a man to help.

What are you thinking about?

About you.

What's keeping you awake?

What is it so fascinating?

I’m reading a comedy by Fonvisin.
Really funny. Listen...

"Truly, if we keep talking
about the ways people make mistakes,

we’ll stay here until the end of days".

Look at this, it’s about each one of us.

We all like to blame people for
their mistakes without noticing ours.

I have no interest in comedies,
especially by Fonvisin.

It’s too bad, monsieur Fonvisin
is a very talented person.

- We have a daring project with him.
- A daring project?

- That's interesting.
- We won’t talk about it now.

- Should I ask Luka to bring wine?
- I don’t need wine, Your Majesty.

All I need is you.

You called me "Your Majesty"...
by mistake?

- Didn’t you like it?
- I have to admit, I was flattered.

In that case you may do the same,
I would like it too.

Call me like the Empress
while no one is listening.

Yes, Your Majesty.

But I’m hurt that you don’t want
to show me your daring project.

I never meant to conceal it.

But you know quite well
that walls have ears.

Is there something improper?

It’s a project of a constitution.
It is very dangerous.

Even reading it
can be regarded as a plot.

Can’t we discuss it in the open air?

- Do you like to shoot?
- My God, what are you up to?

Mother wants us
together day and night,

let’s please her and
go duck hunting.

To shoot poor ducks?

If it makes you unhappy,
you may leave shooting for me.

As long as shooting muffles our talk.

Good, I agree.

Then I’m getting our hunting lodge
ready for tomorrow.

Tomorrow?
Maybe some other day?

- If you have better things to do...
- No, let’s go tomorrow.

Fine. Where are your ducks?

They are waiting, Your Highness,
trembling with fear.

It seems we are alone at last.

Tell me of your constitution. What is it
so daring that your Fonvisin wrote?

He suggests to transfer
all legislative power to the Senate.

The Emperor is supposed
just to supervise it.

- I can see nothing daring in it.
- In the restriction of royal power?

The Senate would fear the Emperor,
look back to him. It’s not enough!

What is Russia? No roads...

You can go by rivers or on ice, and
spring mud won’t let you go at all.

Empress’s dispatch reaches Kamchatka
in 5 months. Dispatch, not just a letter.

If most power is not transferred
to local authorities,

Russia will split into numerous states
or shrink to Moscow Tsardom.

I don't accept any kind of power
but enlightened monarchy.

Only an active and just monarch
can unite Russia for years.

We should end all wars
and focus on internal challenges,

ensure the rule of law and reclaim
some traditions we had before Peter I.

For example, to exclude women
from succession to the throne.

Why aren’t we good enough for you?

A woman on a throne
is still guided by her feelings.

- It often leads to injustice.
- In Russia it’s not enough to be just.

One needs to be strong
and sometimes cruel.

- Do you have these merits?
- If I need them I’ll find them.

You're ready for anything?

So...

- Do something cruel.
- What, for instance?

You may kill a duck, for instance.

Everything ready, Your Highness.
Do you wish to commence?

Yes, Luka, I think it’s time.

Your Excellency, don’t wait
for Natalia Alexeievna.

- Why?
- She is hunting with Pavel Petrovich.

- She didn’t want to go.
- He insisted, she couldn’t refuse.

It was heartless to keep me
waiting here like this.

- What else did she say or order?
- Nothing, Your Excellency.

Come here.

She must have told you
to apologize for her.

- Your Excellency, I'll scream!
- If you scream, someone will come.

They’ll see me naked
and think I have a date here.

I am much older,
I could be your nanny.

Great, I was in love with my nanny,
I tried to gain her love when I was 12.

Where do you keep this thing?

The Constitution is kept
in a safe place in my room.

Is it that safe?

- No one knows about it.
- What about me? I know it now.

I completely trust you.

When I take the throne, I’ll have a box
hung on the wall of the Winter Palace,

so that all my subjects
could put in their petitions.

- And I’ll have the only key to it.
- Why wait? Have it done now.

That’s a good idea, I’ll do it.

And it will be written:"Petitions to the Crown Prince,

His Highness the Grand Duke
Pavel Petrovich".

At times I feel that you understand me
more than anyone in the world.

Things might be difficult between us

but I thank God
for bringing us together.

- I love you.
- I love you too.

Your Imperial Majesty.

When you call me this,
I have a strange feeling...

Get used to it, Pavel Petrovich.

Come in.

Your Highness,

I have something to say, but don't
know exactly how to do it.

- It’s about count Andrey.
- What about him?

Andrey Kirillovich seduced
the nanny of Natalia Alexeievna.

There's nothing to worry about.
Andrey’s a famous womanizer.

- And now he values the elderly.
- But there’s one other issue.

It happened in the bathhouse. Why
would he be there? How dare he?

Bathhouse is a public place, it’s mainly
used by the Empress and her lovers.

Count Andrey just couldn’t
damage their reputation.

That’s it, Your Highness!
The Prince has long gone.

No one goes there,
but you and your wife.

Do you think he went there
to see the nanny?

I don’t care why he went there.

You’d better do your duty, Luka.
It’s time to go to bed.

As you wish.

Take your hands away!
Take them away!

You, whore!

Whore!

- We’d better leave her by the kitchen.
- She said outside.

It’s too cold, she’ll freeze to death.

Do what you’re told
or they’ll throw us out.

- Good God...
- Come on, hurry up.

Vasya!
Feed the horses of His Excellency!

Vasya! Are you deaf or what?

Glasha... Glasha, darling...

Glasha, my sweet thing,
who did it to you?

It’s Her Highness.
I saw her in bruises many times.

- Take her away, or she’ll die.
- Bring some water.

- Take her. Get out of the way!
- Go to hell!

We’re Secret Police, what do you think
you’re doing? Want to be whipped?

Where are you taking her,
you bastards?

To Sheshkovsky Stepan Ivanovich.
Take her, let’s go.

Now tell me: who, what, why?

- Who beat you?
- Her Highness.

For what?

What do you want, Vlas?
I didn’t call you.

Your Excellency,
Sheshkovsky took Glaphyra...

He took my Gertrude to the
fortress, they’ll torture her.

- You are the only hope I have.
- What a strange name.

- Who is she? Where is she from?
- She’s my fiance, Your Excellency.

Who? Your fiance?

What's it got to do with Sheshkovsky?

She was taken by his agents
from the Secret Police.

She needs help,
she’s beaten and injured.

- She might die.
- I don’t understand.

- Are you sure about Sheshkovsky?
- Pretty sure.

That’s what his agent said.
Save my fiance, Nikita Ivanovich.

- Save her from certain death.
- Engaged, oh God!

What should I do with you?
Understand this, you fool...

I can’t go butting heads with
Sheshkovsky on any occasion.

All the more for this dummy of yours.

Find yourself another one. Aren't there
enough women? To hell with her.

Your Excellency,
I never asked you anything.

I'll do anything for you.
Help me, please.

I’m told you, I’m busy.
I have things to do. Go, Vlas!

I’ve never asked anybody twice.
Never. That’s why I’m still alive.

But now I’m asking you.
I beg you. Please, help.

Don't test my patience, Vlas!

I'm into things of national interest!

Lay off me with your woman!

Get out!

And remember who you are.
And the place I got you out of.

Fool!

As Thou art merciful, fulfill
the desires of us all

unto good hearken and have mercy.

Have you rested?

Then we'll continue. So...

How did you know Her Highness
and count Andrey had an affair,

and not just some
innocentfriendly connection?

It’s a serious accusation.

Her Highness Natalia
cries loudly while being intimate.

On the ship from Hamburg,
Count Andrey was the captain.

What else do you know
about Her Highness and count Andrey?

I am hurting...

I want to go home... To Hessen.

I’ll tell you everything.
Let me go.

- No.
- No?

Mama...

What else must I tell?

Why? I’ll tell everything.

Of course, you will.

Don’t torture me. Please.

Believe me, I take no pleasure in it.
But these are the rules of inquiry.

Then change them, please.

You all swear you'll tell everything
and you all try to conceal something.

I must be absolutely sure
that your statements are true.

Let’s suspend our conversation
and get back to it later.

And you will tell me everything
from the beginning.

- Your Majesty...
- Stepan Ivanovich.

I’ve got news for you. There’s
a carrier pigeon from Venice.

What did it sing to you, your pigeon?

That the ultimate solution
to the problem of Tarakanova

was unsuccessful.
She's well guarded.

Alternate solution?

Did I give you any orders?

Your Majesty, I took the liberty of...

I thought that by burning her
letter you were giving me a hint.

- You said: "Let her go to hell".
- Did I order you?

- Is she alive?
- Yes.

You see what you've done?

You've made a savage of
me for all of Europe.

If you want to live
like a savage, do what you want.

But if you want to serve me
and be worthy of enlightened monarchy.

The Russian Empress
does not cut throats in the gutter!

Your Majesty, forgive me!

- Forgive me, the devil tripped me!
- I know your devil.

Trying to curry favor?
Get up, stop with this comedy.

Never forget, you are a servant
to your Motherland, not a highwayman.

One more time
and it will cost you your head.

That is not all,
Your Majesty.

What else?

Her Highness,
Natalia Alexeievna

informed the Danish Queen

about the death of
her brother, Antony Ulrich.

- How did she know?
- We are still investigating.

The Danish Queen might block
the sea route for us.

Oh, Natalia Alexeievna...

- What else?
- The worst news.

I'm ready for anything.

The nanny of Her Highness
stated under torture,

that on the way from Hamburg,

Her Highness had repeated relations
with count Andrey Razumovsky.

I wouldn’t doubt these statements.

So, the Great Duchess
betrayed everyone she could.

- What are your orders?
- Arrest Count Razumovsky.

Interrogate him secretly,
don’t inform his father.

- What about Her Highness?
- It’s the right time for a scandal.

I’ll talk to her
myself. You may go.

Now set it in motion.

Am I doing better?

There’s always room for
improvement, Your Highness.

How's your head?

Don’t worry,
the Virgin Mary protects the Poles.

I hope you wouldn't mind me taking
your sword while you were sleeping.

Your Highness, I would kill anybody for
this, but you’re allowed to do anything.

- Who is that?
- Lefebvre’s guard. They’ve just come.

He is waiting for you in the house.

- We shouldn’t keep him waiting.
- Gentlemen, follow me.

- I am happy to see you, milord.
- I'll be brief.

- Time is tight. Pack your things.
- Are we moving?

They say the scouts
you killed were local mercenaries.

Who hired them and why -
no one knows. A republic of slugs...

It’s too dangerous
for you to stay here.

You are moving to Naples.

I will arrange it with King Ferdinand,
promise him some trade preferences.

You’ll be safe under his protection.

Is he as young and
handsome as they say?

And married.

It never makes a man any worse.

Natalia Alexeievna,
can you call Russia your home?

- Do you miss your former life?
- My life is here now.

I live for my husband and Russia.

Do you lack friends or support?

I never even thought of it.
Pavel Petrovich is everything for me.

He is not only my husband,
but also my best friend.

But you are still looking for friends.

Dangerous ones,
judging by your correspondence.

My correspondence? With whom?

With the Queen of Denmark.

- Your Majesty, I...
- It’s treason.

- Don’t you want to justify yourself?
- No.

- It would compromise another person.
- Whom?

- Speak!
- Your son.

- He made me write to Juliana Maria.
- Pavel Petrovich?

- Don't make me laugh.
- You don’t know him, Your Majesty.

He hates you,
he is making up a conspiracy.

All he can make up is
some stupid play.

If he could make up a more or less
decent conspiracy, I’d be proud of him.

It’s just a mask. He dreams of
becoming the Emperor.

I've never heard of it.

He’s had a box for petitions
hung on the gate by the Blue Bridge.

He wrote a draft constitution, it’s kept
in a secret place in his office.

When he becomes an Emperor he will
adopt a constitution. His own words.

Pavel Petrovich,
I found you at last!

- What is it? You don’t look yourself.
- Listen to me.

I will check it. And as for your
fidelity... don't hurt Pavel Petrovich.

You should lead the life
of a faithful wife.

And if you happen to have an infatuation,
no other soul should know about it.

As Diderot said: "Women hate women,
yet every single one stands for another".

I can understand you. I also was
a stranger in a foreign country.

Yet don’t look up to me. Do you
really think I wanted to stage a coup?

I didn’t. I was
in a difficult position.

Your Majesty, does it mean
that I am forgiven?

Now I’m leaving you in the hands
of Stepan Ivanovich Sheshkovsky.

He’ll take you to the Fortress.

- Why?
- You have no clue?

To take your nanny’s body
and give her a decent burial.

To mourn her passing at least.
She raised you from your childhood.

What’s the matter?
Where is Andrey Kirillovich?

Another duel. Count Razumovsky
is nowhere to be found for three days.

- Checking his private correspondence.
- A duel?

- With whom?
- I don’t know.

Honestly, Your Highness,
he is nothing, but trouble for me.

Why is he wanted by Secret Police?

I have no idea.

I need to know the contents
of the letters, preferably in detail.

The details will come out even
if you miss something.

But then we’ll have to doubt
your loyalty.

What did she say before she died?

- Who attacked her? And why?
- I do the asking here.

She slandered me. She always
hated me. Stole from me...

I don’t want to look
at her dead body.

There’s no point in
going to this, Fortress.

I can’t deny myself the pleasure
of having a talk with you in my office.

And my office is in the Fortress.

- Stepan Ivanovich...
- You are so insightful, Your Majesty.

Fonvisin... Are they together in it?

Act one.

Uncle was tall, the gateway was low,
he didn’t bother to duck his head,

smashed his forehead on the lintel.

Hardly you can find a wise head
that would stand a blow like this,

but uncle, may he rest in peace,
just wondered after sobering up

if the gate was intact.

What is it?

It’s a play, Stepan Ivanovich.

Put everything back.

- Should we withdraw the weapons?
- Weapons?

No, a man should
have arms about him.

He’s already soft enough.

What shall we do with
Natalia Alexeievna’s evidence?

We can’t trust this cheat anymore.

We’ll check her room
and see what’s she hiding.

Put everything in order.