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MARS MEDIA ENTERTAINMENT

AMEDIA

present

MARS-FILM production

The creators of this film did not seek

to reconstruct the events of the Mongol-Tatar Yoke epoch.

The plot and the heroes are the product of the authors' imagination

ALEXANDER USTYUGOV RAMIL SABITOV

YULIA PERESILD SVETLANA KOLPAKOVA

SABINA AKHMETOVA SANJAR MADI

SERGEI PUSKEPALIS ARTUR IVANOV

ARUZHAN DJAZILBEKOVA DINA TASBULATOVA

KARINA ANDOLENKO ARTEM ALEXEEV

EVGENIA DMITRIEVA LARISSA DOMASKINA

SERGEI SOTSERDOTSKY BORIS KAMORZIN

WRITTEN BY OLGA LARIONOVA

DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY MORAD ABDEL-FATTAKH

MUSIC BY ZINOVIY ARVANITIDI

ART DIRECTORS - DAVID DADUNASHVILI YURY GRIGOROVICH

EDITED BY ELENA DENISEVICH DENIS LUZANOV, IGOR REPIN

SOUND BY OLGA SUBBOTINA VADIM RUDOBELETS

COSTUMES BY MARIA YURESCO

MAKE-UP BY ELENA ARSHINOVA ELENA MAMEDOVA

CASTING BY LIKA LEONIDZE

EXECUTIVE PRODUCER GALINA NAKHIMOVSKAYA

POST-PRODUCTION BY ALENA KORNEEVA

LINE PRODUCERS - VAZGEN KHACHATRYAN ALEXANDER MARTYNOV

PRODUCER ARAM MOVSESYAN

PRODUCER ELENA DENISEVICH

GENERAL PRODUCERS RUBEN DISHDISHYAN

LEONARD BLAVATNIK NELLI YARALOVA

a film by TIMUR ALPATOV

THE GOLDEN HORDE

Episode Thirteen

We can't find her, Prince. Nobody has seen her.

Brothers.

Hello, brother.

Where were you?

Where's Nargiz?

I've been looking for her.

I found this in the woods.

There was blood there.

I'm afraid wolves could get to her.

Calm down, Prince, you're going to kill him!

Get out of my sight.

If I learn her death is our fault, you'll see no mercy.

I found this in the woods when I searched for Nargiz.

And I found her amulet nearby.

I have no idea whose it is.

Liar. I saw one like it around your neck.

So the old jeweler lied to me that it was unique.

What if I showed it to your father?

What if I told him you killed the Tatar girl?

And you want to set me up for it.

Let the girl go.

You have no idea what kind of mistake you're committing now.

Prince, say a word and I'll kill the girl myself!

Wait. If everyone wants her so badly, she might be of use to me.

Wait.

What's your name?

I don't have a name.

They call me

the freak...

the freak...

Gather your things,

you're going to live in the servants' marquee.

Saadat will stay with me.

How so?

At these hard times I need a companion, not a strict judge.

I've taken care

of a good place for you.

They'll send me to the mines.

- Or the plague marquee. - No. You'll help washing the pots.

Or help cooking for the warriors.

My lady, forgive me!

My lady, forgive me! Have mercy,

I've given you my entire life! Ustinia, dear!

I've made a decision, Matriona!

- My lady! - Go!

My lady! Why...

Hello, Princess.

The Great Khan grants you a great favor.

He takes you into his harem.

So tell your servant to pack your things.

His harem?

Does Mengu-Timur know about that?

Of course.

It was him who gave you to the Great Khan.

It's a great honor to be in Khan Berke's harem.

Now we'll be closer to that viper Aizhan.

What will happen now?

We'll go to the main harem.

And when a new marquee is finished, you'll live separately again.

I don't want to go there.

Everyone hates me.

Nonsense, my lady.

How's Zeineb? Can I see her at all?

You can't. The plague is very contagious.

Smoother,

- make it smoother. - We need more water.

Bakhtiar,

tell your people we need more lime for the temple.

It's a mosque, not a temple.

And anyway, I'm not talking to you.

Won't the Great Khan get angry?

Your choice of ornaments is daring.

But it's Paradise.

What do you see, Rafik?

When I look at your drawings,

I see a garden with blooming magnolias and poppies.

And when I look at my drawings,

I see diligent work.

Who is it that you, a kaafir young enough to be my son,

is better in our art than me, a pupil of Albo himself,

the great Chinese master?

Perhaps, God took pity on me.

He thought, "I should give this silly man at least some skill

so he won't die of starvation."

I'm an orphan, adrift since I was small.

Father Grigory took pity on me and took me in.

And that was only because he saw my skill of drawing faces on planks.

Your God smiled down on you, Russian.

My eyes are as bright as the stars;

My skin is as soft as velvet;

Why the Khan doesn't love me

But the one who is paler and sadder with each passing day.

Aizhan-khatun is like the shining Moon.

She eyes are as dark and deep

As the waters of the Lake Kara Kum,

That's why the Great Khan has chosen her

Instead of you, Aigul.

Well, will no one answer her?

Can I answer?

I'm not sure a foreigner is allowed.

Let her, Bakhar-agha. It's a jocose contest, isn't it?

Well, since Aizhan-khatun doesn't mind...

The Khan plucked you like a flower

And brought to the steppe.

Dry winds blow here

And it's easy to get lost among the sands.

But if love warms you,

You must grow thorns.

Bakhar-agha, let this woman sing some more.

Sing one of the songs you sing in Russia.

Please.

A tempestuous wind is blowing

And stirs a blade of grass.

It stirs a blade of grass,

It bends a blade of grass,

It dries my shirt,

It dries my shirt,

It dries my shirt,

It hurries to my mother,

It hurries to my mother.

Don't ask me, mother, about my health, my health,

About my health.

Ask me, mother, about my sorrows,

About my sorrows.

My first sorrow is having no bread and no salt,

No bread and no salt,

My second sorrow is having no coal and no candle,

No coal and no candle.

My third sorrow is having no sweetheart,

No sweetheart.

I'll scatter my sorrows across the field,

Across the field.

They'll grow up as the black grass,

As the black grass,

As the black grass, bitter wormwood.

Bitter wormwood.

Are you unwell?

I'm nauseous.

It's very stuffy, I can't breathe.

Let's get some fresh air.

It's better here.

Saadat,

thank you for taking care of me.

I thought you was holding a grudge against me

after Kekhar-khatun's death.

Kekhar-khatun went against the Khan's will.

By doing that she brought death upon herself.

Breathe, breathe deeper!

Am I ill?

No, it's not that.

Let's go or else they'll search for you.

Do you feel sick?

How far gone are you?

How far?..

When did you conceive?

What?

No!

Anything but that!

The Khan will kill him!

Kill who?

The heir he's been waiting for so many years?

Isn't it his child?

Take it. Breathe deeper.

Don't draw attention.

No one must know about it.

I'll think of a way to help you.

Great Khan,

A builders' guard reported

seeing the Russian artist draw your wife on the mosque wall.

Get me my horse.

Out.

Everybody, get out!

Seize the artist.

You too.

What?

What did he do this time?

Like you don't know.

You told on him, no doubt!

What are you talking about?

Finish the ornament for him.

Bakhtiar-agha will advise you.

Have mercy, Khan,

it's just a silly boy's doodles.

Take this one too.

Don't worry, dear. As long as the Khan doesn't know

you're pregnant, Saadat and I have the time to save you.

We've found a woman who'll help you to get read of the child.

We just have to sneak away from the city. We can't do it here.

To get rid of it, how?

The way everyone does it when their pregnancy threatens their lives.

You've told me yourself that if the Khan learns of it,

he'll kill both you and the child as well as your beloved.

From this moment the Khan's wife is forbidden to leave the marquee.

Watch her so she doesn't harm herself.

Let her watch her beloved's death

with her own eyes.

She has been moved to a separate marquee.

She won't be able to leave it.

What's the sentence?

The artist's death. But the Khan doesn't know about the pregnancy yet.

Them we still have time.

Everyone's dead.

But me.

Balaban-Pasha is getting better as well.

The healing potion has saved you.

Together with love.

Mine for Balaban-Pasha.

And yours saved you.

Your love for someone who still needs you.

Where did it come from, this love?

No one knows where love comes from.

Thank you.

For everything.

Aizhan.

Zeineb!

That witch Saadat didn't want to let me in.

I've sneaked in while she's away.

What is she doing here?

The Russian Princess put a word for her.

It's strange.

Why does the Russian Princess care for Saadat?

Saadat suffered a lot

and found strength in herself to forgive me.

You're so naïve.

But I'm very glad to see you.

I've glad too, Zeineb.

What happened?

Khan seized Nikolka again.

Tomorrow he'll be executed.

I won't let that old spider drag him down with him.

Hurry up. The night shift will be here soon.

I've brought you bread and milk.

The Khan felt charitable with my last supper?

They say you'll live.

But Nikolka will be executed tomorrow.

- Are you the Khan wife's maid? - Yes.

We have to save him.

If only I could get out of here.

Is there anyone else who can help him?

There is one man.

Grishka the illusionist.

- Grishka who? - Balaban-Pasha.

Nikolka said he had gotten

this crook out of a jail where he had been for a theft.

Balaban-Pasha doesn't want any part in it.

Let me look this crook in the eye!

No.

Hey, you, the magician!

You've spent your life deceiving people! Make a real miracle for once!

He saved you, you ungrateful coward!

That fool escaped death many times,

still he didn't learn to value life.

He just values love more.

Life is empty without love.

Nikolka!

Zeineb?

There, drink this.

Fear nothing.

Great Khan,

we came for the artist this morning

and found him dead.

We fear it's plague.

I need to see him.

But, Great Khan, the body might be contagious.

Bring Aizhan-khatun.

No!

No!

Don't touch him.

Curse you!

Get her out of here.

Burn the body.

Right now.

Healer Balaban-Pasha offers a good price for the body.

Where do you get your courage

to go against me?

Don't lie.

You won't be able to save yourself anyway now.

Answer me.

What is your power?

- Love. - Nonsense!

Lust!

That's the name of your love.

And a woman who's unable to resist it

is a dirty animal.

I feel like an animal

when I stand here before you.

With him I become a human.

Balaban-Pasha! He's awake!

Where are we?

Where are you carrying me?

Well, whom did you see in the underworld?

What happened to me?

They saved you from the execution.

Thank you,

I'll play for you always.

But now I need to get back.

- They'll execute you. - Aizhan is there.

I must return there.

I beg you, give me a horse.

Give him a horse.

Thank you.

Wait!

There's water and some bread.

Thank you,

my kind Zeineb.

Farewell,

good people!

Let a guardian angel protect you.

- Farewell! - Heavens bless you.

Great Khan!

Aizhan-khatun was found in her marquee unconscious.

A midwife has examined her and said

that moon-faced Aizhan is pregnant.

Say that again.

Aizhan-khatun is expecting.

Heavens gifted the Great Khan

and all of us with the long-expected heir.

Aizhan-khatun must cleanse herself before the Allah through suffering.

Her punishment must be very strict.

Even if it costs her life.

I've been dreaming of a son.

And now my lesser wife is carrying him under her heart.

The one who will carry on my name.

The rightful heir

of Great Khan Berke.

My son will cheer his father.

And later, upon gaining his throne,

he'll protect our clan's honor.

Unless Aizhan-khatun is severely punished,

her soul will be damned forever.

She will die

as soon as she gives birth.

I've made some soothing tea.

Drink it and have some sleep.

I don't want to waste my time on sleep.

The Great Khan ordered me to feed you better.

And he ordered you to eat it all,

sleep more, and protect the one you're carrying under your heart.

And remember,

as long as he lives, you live as well.

Let's go.

You're neither Mongol nor Persian. Who are you?

I'm Nikolka,

an artist;

I run away from Sarai Berke.

If you run away from Sarai Berke,

you're a brave man.

Well,

if you've decided not to kill me,

can I have some water?

If you spare me a piece of bread, I'll also be grateful.

Our war started

when noion Temüjin called himself a Khan,

took up the name 'Genghis Khan', and pronounced himself our ruler.

Then Berke took our lands and, most importantly, our freedom.

Now we must roam the steppe and hide in someone else's lands.

But as long as at least one of us is alive,

Berke's people and he himself won't travel this steppe.

But how do you earn your living?

The same way all outlaws do.

But the poor people and vagrants

we can feed and give water to.

That's why our gods protect us instead of punishing us.

So if your heart is loyal to your bride,

we can help you.

I don't even know whether she's alive.