All language subtitles for Spasi i sokhrani (Aleksandr Sokurov, 1989)

SAVE AND PROTECT

You don't like it.

But when I give you this or this...

Do you like it?

Good.

Good, good.

Just wonderful.

Are we taking it?

Do you have any books? Voltaire?
Pushkin, for instance.

Here...

It's junk...

I'll take that.

Maybe I'll take that.

There will be a very good carrot harvest
this year.

As long as there's no drought.

Yes.

A strange people, these Japanese.

What is that?

- Here.
- What are you doing?

Have you dug up a grave?

As a sign of attention to your family.

And that's it?

What, should there be something else?

But that damn merchant said
that in phrenology,

the most important thing is the head.

He lied, as usual.

The most important thing is the heart.

I will probably go away.

When?

Soon. I want to go to university to study.

Well...

That's wonderful.

Lord, save and protect me.

I didn't find the Pushkin.

Stop talking about books.

What I'd rather buy from you today
is something that is more refined.

You see, for a present.

Refined?

And at the same time intimate.

Intimate?

Take my robe.

Anything but that.

I understand you, I understand.

Would this fit?

- Are you taking that?
- That?

But are you really sure?

There's nothing more intimate.
It's for the legs!

I'll take that.

And I would like something...
A map of Paris.

Paris! Paris! Or even Babylon,

or any other foreign capital.

- Do you want a map of Moscow?
- No. And where is that?

Too bad.

Paris, Paris.

Go, go and work.

How much do I owe you?

Can I pay you? Now?

Quiet, quiet.

What accounts?

By the way, here's a dress
from the body of a dead woman.

The Duchess of Monsoreau,
described by the late Dumas himself.

She lay in the ground 100 years.

A little wash, a little drying,

get the bloody stains out
with a little powder...

And it's like new.

Are we taking it?

Well, that's enough.
Everything's understood.

Perhaps we'll still show a mantle
from the body of Frederick the Great.

Well, of course, not really from the body...

Come on, bring it here, bring it here.

- Are you happy?
- Well...

Well, I'd like to come back sooner, since...

Now what will that cost?

- It's junk.
- Thank you.

We'll tally up the bill later.

Thank you.

Give this to your friend, in person.

Where should I put this?

Wherever you want.
You can put it on the window sill.

Let it remain as a memory for you.

But you're all busy with work.

A married woman
never has time to be bored.

Never!

I'm going away.

I will never forget you.

Yeah.

Remember, like the song.

"And again in the half-twilight of the night.

"Among the ropes stretched tight.

"I on this shaky board."

"We stand and depart from one another."

And the rug that you brought me...

I will take it to the grave with me.

Well, why not...

Come on now, let's go!
Come on! Let's go. Let's go.

What's up with you?

You little...

Hello, Doctor, I am your neighbor
and this is my worker.

He is babbling some sort of nonsense.
Listen.

Ants are running across my body.

Those aren't ants, my dear man.

You have an excess of blood.

Come now, sit here.

Take the cup. Come on, take it.

I told you, learn from the Englishman.

- Physiotherapy.
- Now that's he's here, let's work.

- Quickly now, come on.
- Hercules,

a warm bath before bed time,
horseback riding...

There. Put it here. Lower. Idiot.

This way.

Don't stand on the window sill.
Get down. Sit down. This way.

- My dear, just be patient.
- I can't stand it, Doctor.

The ants are crawling.

And people are shying away.

I will cure everything for you.

People are right to shy away.
You're horrible.

Now, now, don't shake over the table.

Do you understand?

Your eyes are clear.

Get back, I will poke you.

Don't smoke on me.

I think that's it.

Well, then, everything's fine.

Doctor, look how red it is.

Well, how did you want it?
But this isn't good.

He fell down again.
Be quiet, or you'll fall, too.

Give him some vinegar.

Come on, faster, faster. He's weak.

Wow, your blood stinks.

And yours?

We have to help her. How is he?

A very weak young man.

Quiet, quiet.

That's it, that's it. Breathe, breathe.

Everything's fine. Everything's fine.

And you, madame,
are a courageous person.

My wife never suffers from dizziness.

That's a rarity in women.

What do I owe you?

Nothing.
I don't accept payment for phlebotomy.

No, I can't have that. I will pay anyway.

Well, if you're so scrupulous...

Why don't you come to visit us instead?
Tell us an interesting story,

amuse my wife.

Gladly. Let's go.
What are you sitting there for?

Thank you, Doctor.

You can see right away
that he's a nice man.

You know, Mama,
I think you have a slightly twisted sole.

Well, of course, it's nothing terrible.
Well, on the whole.

Here, this is for you.

So... Well...

I think...

I think this is valgus.

Yes. Yes.

- Don't breathe.
- Exactly. It's valgus.

Equinus...

You are sick, Ippolit,

sick to such a degree

that only the immediate intervention
of surgery can save your life.

Don't breathe.

Don't be afraid, this won't hurt.
It will be like cutting off a callus.

I think you've been terribly lucky.

Who is it?

We'll cut.

I won't visit you anymore.

But why?

Because the blood of my man
has all drained out.

And I don't want to give mine.

Are you afraid of doctors?

And you?

Aren't you afraid?

I am not afraid of anyone or anything.

That's wrong. We aren't in England, after all.

There will be gossip, conversations,
articles in the periodical press.

I don't read the newspapers.

Well, you should.

Perhaps like this.
Does happiness really exist?

Sometimes, I think it does.

Besides, there is one more reason
why I cannot be with you...

Ever since I saw you,

your name has constantly resounded
in my soul.

That's excessive.

If you knew

how much I missed you all this time.

Hello, Doctor.

Hello. I'm awfully glad to see you.

Your wife was complaining of her health.

Tell me about it. The province
is wearing on her nerves unusually.

- But there is a way out.
- Yes?

Horseback riding
strengthens the nerves wonderfully.

That's a splendid idea.

But you don't have horses.

That's okay, I will give you mine.

You can congratulate me, Mama.

I have found a strephopodia.

- Yes?
- Can you imagine?

Our guard Ippolit has twisted feet.

And my meetings with him
don't seem strange?

Forget about it.

Fresh air and health
are more important than anything.

What a wonderful husband you have.

A month ago he came to my stables
to treat one of my mares,

and all the horses ran to him.

Yes.

I never noticed.

But horses can become mean.

They can bolt.

What will you do, then?

Then I'll throw myself under her.

And let her stomp me to death.

Maria Stuart taught me sacrifice.

Mary Stuart.

You, too? You, too. Read the novel.

The novel...

But did you? Did you read it?

Did you read Mary Stuart?
Mary Stuart... Mary...

Did you have a good ride?

Yes, it was good. I'm very tired.

- It's a good fatigue, Mama.
- Yes, of course.

I have a lover.

A lover, a lover.

A lover, a lover. A lover.

Hey! Hey!

- Did the operation start yet?
- No, not yet.

Not yet.

What, there are a lot of rats here?

Yes, but we poison them.

I have a lot of them, too. What should I do?

Poison them.

- What do you have there in that jar?
- What jar?

In this one? Lungs.

In that one? The heart of a dwarf.

- My God. The heart of a dwarf.
- Yes.

Don't touch that...

- it's arsenic for the rats.
- Arsenic for the rats.

Yes. What are you doing?

- Careful.
- Careful.

- Close the door.
- I forgot.

Well? Shall we go?

Yes, there's not much blood.

It's the diet.

No meat.

Construction...
Even so, there is little blood.

And no meat.

Why are you here? You're mad.
You're mad. You're mad.

What do you have in the blanket?
Daggers or pistols?

Pistols, in the event
of meeting your husband.

In the event of meeting my husband.

- You're not yourself.
- Wait a little bit.

You smell bad.

Because I broke in a stud.

- He didn't throw you?
- He did.

Why? Why didn't you write letters?

- Write, as often as possible.
- So your husband will read them.

No.

In order to publish them after your death,
or actually more likely, after our death.

Our son Nikolya will publish them.

But why? What son?

The son who I will give birth to,
from our marriage.

Oh, Lord!

And now admit it,

do you see me? Do you see me?
Or do you feel me?

- Both.
- Answer me, I beg you!

Don't torture me.

You know,
I lost my mother a long time ago,

and I am convinced
that she is blessing our love from heaven.

How much can be said?

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

- That's enough, that's enough.
- Wait a minute.

Listen, instead, to the voice of nature.

She is saying that there is
very little love in the world

and if we stop loving each other,
she will die.

The world will turn to ruin.

Swear that you love me
more than your horses.

Mama...

Hold him, hold him.

Take your hands off! That hurts!

Hold on to him!

Don't... Hold on.

- He's breathing.
- Not breathing.

Oh, Lord.

Help!

- Help, God damn it!
- Just a minute.

Here.

Admit it, Ippolit, have you eaten meat?

You ate meat!

You were warned.
You were warned, no meat.

Meat broth is not even allowed.

Don't touch me.

Is there a doctor in our district?

Yes, there is one doctor,
but he's a terrible slave to routine.

- We must write him.
- We will write him.

Okay, I will write.

Stop, I'm tired.

Enough.

Coward! I thought that you were not
like the others. You're a coward.

I just wanted to ask,
"Where do you think we can go?"

To Rome, of course.

And do you have relatives there?

The Pope is there. He will grant a divorce.

My dear, forgive me,
but I don't love the Pope.

I could dress up as a monk.

Give me a cigarette.

- Have you ever smoked?
- No.

You have a wonderful idea
about going away.

The Pope will be amazed.

But you have to think everything through.
Rent a room in the hotel,

chose an itinerary,
and then get a passport there.

I want to live.

- Live, do you understand?
- Me, too.

- Until tomorrow, my dear.
- I don't love goodbyes.

- You know, I lost my lancet.
- This is for you from my boss.

Yes?

Ants have started running
all over my body again.

My husband no longer lets blood.
He's done with that.

Yes.

Have you heard? Our neighbor has left us.

He packed for Rome and left.

The aroma. Here, try it.

Yes, of course, to Rome.

They say his cousin invited him.

He packed up and left, and they say
he doesn't intend to come home.

I finally finished university. In the fall.

You know, I truly loved you.

- Oh, God! Was it really like that?
- Yes, it was.

Something is creaking in the orchestra.

Remember how you sang the duet?

"Among the ropes stretched tight."

No, really,
something is creaking in the orchestra.

Perhaps it's because he is conducting
without a score.

It's too bad that tomorrow
I have to go away.

Dear, you can stay behind, and if you want,

you know, the art of Hanini is uplifting.

And tomorrow or the next day,
you can come.

I think I'm right.

I don't know, I really don't know.

I don't know.

No. Really...

But you will be bored with me.

People from the capital are
usually repelled by provincials.

Can't the provinces have wonderful hearts

that can reach spiritual enjoyment?

I almost died this winter.

Were you sick?

Yes, but it's not interesting for you.

Why?

And I, by the way,
for all the years of my study

only thought of the peace of the grave.

Don't torture my heart

I love you.

I don't believe you.
I don't believe anyone anymore.

Duty and self-sacrifice remain for me.

I must say something very important.
One more meeting, I beg you.

But I must... But I must return.

I must return home tomorrow.

I beg you, one more meeting.

- Yes! All right, all right.
- All right.

- I will come. Wherever you say.
- Tomorrow.

At 11:00. At the cathedral.

What is that?

It's a letter that says
we must no longer see each other.

No. No.

At the northern gates of our cathedral,
you can see the Rise from the Dead,

the Last Judgment,
the Sinners in the Fiery Gehenna.

I'm sorry.

Yes.

A patient of your husband's died again.

I know everything.

It turned out to be rheumatism,
but I treated him for gout.

Did you listen to Hanini?

And how did it end there?

Lucia fell off the stage set.

Of course you were very upset.

A little, yes.

But to a greater extent, it forced me
to think that I myself have long...

Take up music, I would be glad.

To hear you talk, you'd think that
it's very easy to find a teacher around here.

Why only in our town?

Aren't there good teachers in other cities?

Yes, but then I would have to
leave you completely alone once a week.

I'll handle it.

Handle it, handle it.

And everything will be fine.

I need the money.

You wear my clothes,

- but where's the money?
- I don't have the money.

What, music lessons are that expensive?

This does not concern you.
This does not concern you.

Don't you realize how much
my connections with Hong Kong,

with Honolulu,

with the Emir of Bukhara,
cost me in the end?

The blood is pounding in my temples
when I think about how much you owe me.

Pounding, pounding.

You are ruining me, ruining me.

And don't yell at me.

Then buy some morphine from me

- from Singapore.
- Leave it.

You don't want it? It helps a lot.

Too bad.

I understand everything very well.

But I simply don't have any money.

You don't have cash,
but you have houses that you can sell.

Which houses?

The house where you are staying now,

and the house left after the death of
the father of your worthy spouse.

That house can be mortgaged,
and the other must be sold.

I have four promissory notes,
the fifth can be fabricated.

I have a friend, of course, a terrible rogue,
but a genius at banking affairs.

He will take these notes

on account for your debt.

What debt?

And it is understood...

Well, this stays between us, right?

Where did you get so much money?

I am madly rich. Rich.

Rich.

Put it on the table. There.

You'll bring some more fruit and wine,
and leave it by the door.

Oh, Lord. Lord.

Lord...

What is it? What's wrong with you?

It's some sort of misunderstanding, Mama.

Your merchant came,
and showed a note signed by you.

- One?
- One, but on an entire thousand.

With what we spent, that is not so much.

Yes. But I haven't paid the penalty
yet for the incorrect treatment.

And here's a whole thousand.

You fool, borrow from somebody.
From the pharmacist, for example.

He himself hasn't received anything
for his article.

Tell me, you don't owe anybody
anything more?

No.

Mama, are you taking music lessons
from Teresa?

- Yes.
- Yes.

I ran into her.
And she says she doesn't know you.

- She just doesn't remember my last name.
- Listen,

perhaps we have
several Teresas here. Right?

I have a receipt for the lessons.
I'll bring it and you'll take a look.

No, that's not necessary. I believe you.

I believe you,
but I don't understand anything.

As you wish.

Open up!

Open up!

Open up, or I will break down the door.

Open up!

It's the debtor.

Debtor? Well, the hell with her.

Let me warn you right away,
hold on to your hat.

That little girl is to blame for everything.

I wanted to be a priest,
she forced me to fleece people.

I'm telling you, hang on to your hat.

There, that's what you deserve!
Who offered to mint coins?

Who lost the state loan securities?

Don't...

Now she'll get up,
and you'll beat her on her hump.

It's fake anyway.
You have to see what she is hiding there.

On her hump! On her hump! Hump!

That's it, that's it.

More! Victoria!

That's enough, that's enough.
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria.

Oh, no, that's against the rules,
that's already against the rules,

against the rules.

Go back.

Go back home! Go home.

- Good girls.
- Lord.

You shouldn't worry so much.

You think that something will be illegal?

Everything will be in order.

First, a list of the property,
income, expenses.

And then a trial.

I will file a complaint against you.

I will file a complaint against you.

I will file a complaint against you!

I will file a complaint against you!

You're already behind bars.

And I think it's you who is behind bars.

It all depends on how you look at it.

You take off your clothes
and look at all the bruises.

And why did you tell my husband?

Yes, I told your husband about your debts,

but it was to save your soul.

Look at what I found at home.
This is all silver.

This is all silver.

Made out of silver.

Silver. Is that enough for you?

- You have to take it.
- And you suppose

that this is worth a thousand?

Well, those that have an imprint, I'll take.

Those, so to speak,
are good enough for safety pins.

The rest, sell where you can.

We'll settle up later.

I need money.

Can you pawn this?

Here... This.

This is silver, silver, silver.

So what? This is nickel silver.
They won't take it at a pawnshop.

And it would be awkward for me, really.

I need money.

I need money. Do you understand? Money.

Money, money.

You're lying down...

You could be a beautiful woman.

Is that you?

You have become even more charming.

But not enough to hold you.

Let's not talk about that.
Destiny is to blame for everything.

I came to you.

You know how scrupulous I am
about honor,

but I think I behaved stupidly with you.

Brutally.

Yes, brutally,
but all that time I never forgot you.

My hands are dirty.

And we are broke.

And I always told your husband
that you can't treat people that way.

Yes, his impracticality has taken its toll.

No doubt you have come to me for advice.

- I need a thousand. I beg you.
- Now what are you fooling with there!

I was prepared to give you everything.

I worked with all my might.

I would beg for alms on the roads
for only one glance,

for only one thank-you from you.

And now, when I come to you,
who are sated and satisfied,

so as to once again offer my love...

You push me away

only because it will cost you a little money,
a little money.

This machine... This machine alone
would cost a whole estate.

A whole estate.

What estate!
This machine breaks down all the time.

Now it's my machine she wants.

Yes, yes, yes, I am to blame for everything.

But help me!

I don't have that kind of money.

The key... Give me the key.

Look, your door is open.

But what are you doing? That's arsenic.

What are you doing?

This is arsenic.

Poor child!

Wife! Wife! Explain what happened.

Bring me some water.

Here.

I'm suffocating, suffocating.

What did you say?

My daughter...

- Bring me my daughter.
- Bring her, bring her!

My little daughter, come here,
come here, come to me.

Here she is.

Let her go. Give her to me.

- Go away. Go away. Go away.
- Give her to me.

Let her go.

Let her go.

I came to offer

my deepest respects

to the departed and to your whole family.

I want her

to be buried in three coffins.

In an oak one, in a mahogany one...

Here.

...and in a metal one.

In oak, mahogany,

and metal.

Why in three?

What will this cost?

A Napoleon. Nothing.

Be brave, my friend. A philosopher
should not fear non-existence.

SAVE AND PROTECT

THE END