Balashov, deputy of
the 4th Duma, monarchist
...the appalling corruption
which is staining our honor
will all be blamed on him.
It's true he's weak, he's cruel,
he's pitiful, but he's the Czar.
And in Russia, that is a word
that is sacred.
The Czar's reputation must
stay intact.
Or all is chaos, anarchy...
The bottomless pit of darkness!
Let shame be upon us
if we fail in our task
of catching you in the act
this very night!
Like a mad dog...
Grind him under our boots
like a serpent.
V.A. Maklakov, deputy of
the Duma, Constitutional Democrat
He's not a Holy Man,
he's a Holy Maniac!
The country is demoralized!
A wasteland, chaos...
It's time to apply leeches,
to let the blood out.
Murder is wrong!
No matter who kills whom,
it's immoral!
It's against God!
We can never establish
a moral society
if the means we use are
immoral ones.
The country is falling apart,
the tide may be irreversible.
You can save these arguments
for the Duma.
Can't you see what's coming?
And you talk about leeches!
Try to remember how many
heinous murders Russia has seen.
We must avert the catastrophe
by any means, including murder!
There had been so many palace
murders, and to no good result.
And no one got away with it.
All of it has latently led us
to this year.
And it means we have sprung
from the same dungheap.
Preaching on and on!
That's all you know!
I tell you the Czar will be deposed!
And the great Russian monarchy
will be gone!
And with the monarchy goes
all Russia!
To demolish Russia
is to demolish the world.
Why don't you eat, Grigory?
Come on, eat.
Have some pastries. I got them
for you.
If he doesn't fill his belly,
even a pope will die.
Go fetch your wife.
She's upstairs, with the ladies.
She'll be down soon.
She's upstairs, with the ladies.
She'll be down soon.
Who? Where?
Try some of this.
What are you waiting for,
Felix?
I don't have much time.
Go get her.
Get your wife here, Felix.
Your Madeira tastes terrible,
Prince.
Stinks of the barrel.
Well, where's Irina?
Go fetch her.
Keep it up, don't stop!
The poison isn't working.
What? I swear...
Lazavert!
That's pure cyanide, gentlemen!
Hey, watch it!
Irina!
Mitya, he's the devil!
We'd better let him go.
This is taking longer
than I thought. I have to go.
Gentlemen...
Can anyone drop me?
It's pure potassium cyanide,
I'm positive.
I think we all better go.
We'll try it some other night.
The man's stuffed with poison.
It will sure become known.
We can't let him walk out of
here alive.
Yes, yes, yes...
- Hurry, gentlemen.
- You're losing your face, Lieutenant.
You're a Grand Duke.
You're in the Imperial family.
They won't touch you.
For me it's Siberia!
Felix!
Damn him, the sorcerer!
What's the matter with you,
gentlemen?
Pardon...
Felix!
- Why me?
- You're the master of the house.
- So what?
- It'll be easier for you to do it.
He doesn't know we're here.
It's all right.
There are angels. I hear music.
Get her.
Come on, come on.
Oh, God...
Bastard! I hate you!
We have to wrap up the corpse.
Stop it!
Filth!
Are you crazy?
- We have to wrap up the corpse.
- I'll get a curtain.
Stop it! You put on his fur coat.
Go to the car, as if you were him.
- Rotten scum.
- Don't start again! Come on!
In the car!
Where is he?
Where is he?
Gone to a land without pain
or strife,
he will return...
to eternal life.
The tears we weep for him
turn to songs of joy...
Hallelujah, hallelujah...
I hate it! I hate this country!
The year of 1916 was almost
over.
One of Russia's blackest periods
was drawing to a close.
The Imperial regime was doomed.
The monarchy was living
its last days.
On October 25, 1917
the new history of Russia began.
Cast
V. LINE as Alexandra Fyodorovna
A. FREINDLIKH as Vyrubova
A. ROMASHIN as Nicholas II
A. PETRENKO as Rasputin
A. ROMANTSOV as Yussoupov
S. MUCHENIKOV
as Dmitry Pavlovich
Yu. KATIN-YARTSEV
as Purishkevich
B. IVANOV as