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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 Fifteen
I want to ask you, Yaroslav.
I have 2 wives
and 300 concubines.
But neither of them
I'd give to another man.
How did your brother
decided to give his wife to Khan Mengu?
The Khan valued the Princess' intellect and courage
and her husband Boris was admittedly tired of those.
Let's drink for family ties.
Today I've learned, Great Khan, that one of our civilians,
Ivan Timofeyev is in your Horde.
He's a builder.
A trader and an honest man.
His children are orphans at home. I'd like to ask you to release him.
Your mosque is finished now.
I'm ready to pay any price.
I can't refuse
the honorable guest.
Long live the Great Khan!
Also he has a relative in your troops, Nikita.
He's like a younger brother to him, his charge.
I ask for him to.
That's the general's decision.
If Nogai lets him go, you can take him.
He's one of my best men.
I'll think about that.
Let's celebrate
our friendship.
And the yarlyk to rule for Grand Prince Yaroslav.
Long live the Great Khan and the Grand Prince!
To the Great Khan and the Great Prince!
Did you want to see me, Nogai-agha?
The Grand Prince asked the Khan to let your husband go back to Russia.
They let him go home with Yaroslav's envoy.
Thank you for the good news!
The Khan has agreed to let you go with him.
But only if I allow it.
Stop it, Nogai! You're drunk!
What's your name, woman?
Please, don't do it...
Let me go.
I won't!
You'll be executed for your imposture, woman!
My name is Nastya.
Hello, Matriona.
My lady...
Just look at you.
Why have you come?
I recognized a man among the Great Prince's envoy.
He served in your husband's troops.
He remembered me too, so we talked about our old lives,
had a little drink, and he spilled
that he brought a letter to the Great Khan from your husband Boris.
- What? - I was surprised too.
He also brought a letter for you.
But he was ordered to ask you first.
If you say no, he'll give that letter to the Khan.
If you say yes, he'll burn it.
That cursed man!
That coldblooded viper!
I thought he couldn't hurt me anymore but he managed.
Scum!
My heart feels
there's mine and Mengu's death in that letter.
So why are you here?
You ought to hate me for everything I've done.
Out of habit.
I'll go now. I have a lot of work.
Matriona!
If I call you back, will you come?
My lady!
Forgive me, Matriona.
Please, forgive me.
I've become hardhearted.
I've become angry here.
Did he let you go?
I'm going to kill him.
Why are you here?
You should run immediately.
My husband sent Berke a letter. And the Khan read it.
Prince Yaroslav received the yarlyk.
It proves that the Khan doesn't suspect we're in that compact.
Please, believe me. You should run.
While there's time to save yourself.
- Where to? - To the one man
who's stronger than Berke and won't give you away to him.
Do you want me to become a criminal?
You're already a criminal, Mengu-Timur.
- I should warn my mother. - No, there's no time.
- There's no time. - She may be in danger too!
I'll warn her today.
She has plenty of friends and informers.
She'll leave before they get to her.
My love...
Hulagu will greet you as an ally
because you're the future Great Khan of the Horde.
Come with me!
I'm more useful for you here, Khan.
I'll kill you!
Are you showing off your power?
The Great Khan lets Nikita go but you don't?
I release you.
Let's go home.
Thank you, Nogai-agha, for the horses and provisions.
My warriors will escort you.
I'll be grateful.
Where is Mengu-Timur?
Mengu-Timur drank a lot during the celebration.
He asked me to say farewell to you in his stead.
I must say that my head
is heavy after yesterday too.
Are you feeling unwell? Don't rush to leave.
The road will rid me of the cobwebs faster.
Thank you, Nogai-agha,
for the Russian warrior. You're an honorable man.
Great One!
I don't know where my son is, I swear.
I don't believe you.
He always did your bidding.
He hasn't been listening to me for a long time.
Since he brought that Russian woman to the Horde.
She bewitched my boy,
robbed him of his will.
She persuaded him to run.
She isn't allowed
to see Mengu-Timur.
But they saw each other, Great Khan.
Saadat, the servant of late
Kekhar-khatun, saw them.
- Interrogate the servant. - She'd dead.
Really?
She wanted to tell everything to the Great Khan
and the Russian woman killed her for it.
So you're saying
that it's the fault of your son's lover?
Interrogate that viper
and then crash her.
Take her away.
No! It's all her fault! The Russian!
You've learned our written language.
The rules for women, in order to adhere to them precisely.
Well, that's commendable.
Our people are ignorant and don't reverence the law.
My warriors guard my harem
but they are easily bought.
I'm sorry to hear that, Great Khan.
I guess I need to monish those lost lambs more severely.
For example,
what do you think I should do
to a woman who bribed the guards
and continue to see her previous lover?
Only the Great Khan can decide what to do to her.
But certainly the punishment must be the most severe.
I think the concubine must be stripped naked,
tied to a wild horse's tail,
and let out into the steppe.
Or buried upside down in a deep hole.
Or perhaps,
she should be blinded.
Forgive me, Great Khan,
I was wrongly accused.
And I even know who it was.
Who do you think committed this evil deed?
Ush-khatun, Khan Mengu's mother.
The crone thinks I have influence over her son.
As if a Genghis Khan's descendant will trust
words of a foreign slave.
You're right.
Ush-khatun indeed told against you.
But I didn't believe her.
For now.
What's wrong, Prince?
I'm not feeling well.
Don't tell anyone.
I'll feel better when I return home.
Yaroslav will return with the yarlyk.
Again the pagans decided everything for us.
If we are in a hurry,
we'll catch the army unawares and capture Vladimir.
- While Yaroslav is absent. - You're stating an ugly affair.
Are you, voevode,
turning against your Prince?
Biting the hand that feeds you?
No, you're the master here.
- My part is small. - So don't forget that.
We need more men.
Yaroslav left almost all his troops in the city
and took only a small detachment with him.
I think we'll call someone.
Don't be sour, you crooks! Soon we'll have a high time!
- To Prince Vladimir! - To Prince Vladimir!
Greetings, Prince.
I have an order from Prince Vladimir
to go with you immediately to meet him.
Why can't he sit still at home?
The Great Prince did him a great mistreatment.
He put the sissy Daniil in Vladimir instead of his older brother.
So our Prince is coming to restore his right.
What is that,
- a coup? - Call it what you want.
But we're not going against the Great Prince
but against the pagan yoke. The Khan can't write our laws.
Tell your Prince:
I'll see him at the walls of Vladimir.
I am guilty towards you.
I brought you something to make it right.
This gold won't wash our blood off your hands.
Prince Shigarkan was killed by Yaroslav, not me.
And I offer you to take revenge on his murderer.
Afterwards I give you one day to plunder the city.
Mother Etugen,
I know you expect a sacrifice from me.
But I have nothing to give you.
Why are you so quiet?
You don't get up,
don't smile.
Will you have some food?
Help him, Mother Etugen.
Help him.
Take me, Mother Etugen.
Girl?
Tatar girl!
Hello, Princess.
Thank you for letting me in instead of chasing away like a dog.
Don't jest, Prince. Tell me why you're here.
I'd like to talk to you in privacy.
Leave us, everyone.
I'm listening.
Vladimir came to me.
He begged me to help him restore justice.
He said his father got angry at him
and put Daniil on the throne sidestepping his older brother.
Restore justice?
Prince Vladimir is gathering troops.
He wants to make war against you and your son.
And he asked me to be his ally and his right hand.
What did you tell him?
What could I say?
I called him a mutineer and kicked him out.
But you know him.
He won't back down.
And you're here alone with the young heir and no protection.
What do you think I should do?
Accept my help and protection.
I'm also a Prince, and I'm a man. Your troops will listen to me.
And if we have to fight,
it's not for you to mount a horse.
Daniil will do that.
What are you saying, my lady?
Daniil against Vladimir? A lamb against a wolf?
Stay for now, Prince.
And thank you for your warning.
Miron!
Yes, Princess.
Give the Prince and his men the best accommodations.
Give them anything they want. Go, Prince, have some rest.
Polovtsians!
Polovtsians!
Polovtsians!
Trouble, my lady! Vladimir the demon
turned the Polovtsians on us! They besieged the city.
Get everyone to the throne hall.
The enemy is at our gates and it's clear we'll have to fight.
So let's fend off the traitor and his pagan dogs.
I think all of you are brave men and agree with me.
It's bad when bravery goes together with stupidity.
I think the young Prince is right.
Boris! What do you think?
I can be a negotiator.
And what will you tell them?
I'll remind them of the Novgorod Prince's heroic deeds.
About the way he cheated them and what he did to their people.
I'll ask him to show wisdom and foresight
and not to quarrel with future Great Prince Daniil.
I'll promise him a reward for his prudence.
It's not in our right to squander the coffers.
But it's even less in our right to sacrifice people's lives.
Hardly any men are left.
There are only widows and orphans.
You're right, my lady.
At the church you see so many black scarves.
Let Boris negotiate with the Polovtsians!
God willing, Prince Boris will come to an agreement with the Polovtsians.
But I'll be on the watch with the troops.
If something goes wrong, we'll charge
from the western and northern gates in two cavalry wings.
And the archers will cover us from the walls.
It's decided then.
I hope you'll surrender the city without a fight.
Otherwise you can say a farewell to your head.
I didn't come to talk to you.
Do you know who I am, Prince?
You're the Khan of Suzdal.
We had an agreement with your father Shigarkan.
Perhaps, he told you about it.
Follow me.
That's not what we've agreed on!
Shall we rid of the prying ears?
You want to plunder the city and I'm ready to give you that.
And not a drop of Polovtsian blood will be spilled in Vladimir.
What awaits a traitor after death?
Unless he repents,
the fiery hell.
What if he betrayed his own father and brother?
The same, I suppose.
So he will begin his suffering while he's still alive.
Otherwise it's not fair.
Only God knows
what's fair and what's not.
And if you mean Vladimir, the Prince of Novgorod,
he's suffering already.
Anger, envy, lust, greed -
there isn't more suffering
for a man besieged with those sins.
Do you trust Prince Boris now?
Is that true?
I'm a weak woman.
And my son isn't a full-grown man yet.
And he's not a stranger
but my husband's brother.
Let's pray
for everything to end up in peace.
I talked to the Polovtsian Prince.
I promised him a drove of horses and 8 sacks of gold.
What did the Prince say?
He's thinking.
We shall wait.
It's dawn soon. Why aren't you sleeping, Prince?
This demon Boris, what was he
talking to the Polovtsians about?
What do you think?
I don't know.
I don't like it.
The Polovtsians have attacked, they're killing our people!
They're moving away!
The Polovtsians killed the Novgorod men!
They've decamped and are moving away from the city.
Thank you, Boris.
Don't mention it.
You're my family.
My responsibility.
Go get some rest.
And you go as well, it's alright now.
Mother!
Quiet. Or I'll cut your head off.
My husband told me not to trust you.
My son and I do what he told us.
Take him away!
I'll double the archers on the walls.
Tell the troops to get ready to battle.
In case the Polovtsians return.
Choose the best horse for the Prince.
- And armor to size. - Will be done, my lady.
Shall we go, Prince?
God,
please, let him come back soon.
Look, Prince! A rider's on the hill!
Greetings, Great Prince!
Princess Radmila sent me to meet you.
We're going to Novgorod.
- To Novgorod! - To Novgorod!
She's in labor.
- It hurts so much. - She's in labor.
- What's wrong? - A stomachache.
You're in labor.
My servant Matriona will help you
better that any healers. Trust her. Don't be afraid.
- Give me your hands. - It's too soon!
Stop it!
I can't stop it. You're having a baby.
Hush, hush!
Breathe, breathe.
All's fine.
Hush, hush!
Now try to push it out! Come on!
I can't!
I'll help, I'll try to press on your belly.
- Brace yourself, it'll hurt. - Ready? Now!
Good!
Good boy.
I've barely managed to find it.
A slave girl aborted it.
She's asleep. So tired, she's lying like a doll.
Oh, my lady.
In the afterlife we'll be held accountable for such a sin.
What if she knows it's not her child?
She came to her senses and fell asleep.
She didn't see her son.
Take him away!
As we've agreed.
My lady, let's leave him in the city?
We'll find him a nurse and tell her he's a foundling.
Have you lost your mind?
Have you?
There's no place for him in this city.
My lady...
Do as I tell you!
What did I say?
My lady...
- My lady... - Take him away!
And then let God take care of him.
- What is it? - Great Khan,
there's a servant from Aizhan-khatun's marquee.
She says it's urgent.
Let her in.
Great Khan, have mercy on me.
- I have a bad news for you. - Speak.
Tonight
Aizhan-khatun gave birth to a stillborn child.
What sex was it?
A boy.
Bring Aizhan-khatun.
Aizhan-khatun to the Great Khan.
You turned out to be
a useless lover,
a useless wife,
and a useless mother.
Women like you we throw to the slaves
and then
to the jackals.
I'll grant you
the same shameful death.
The most terrible death is not what you're giving me.
It's more terrifying to die knowing no one will cry for you.
You are
a sinner.
Execute her.
Our man came from the Horde.
Aizhan-khatun gave birth prematurely.
Thank you for everything!
We're going with you.
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