Give the papers back!
- No, damn it, you won't get them!
Grigory Efimovich,
you've been invited to Room 8.
His Excellency
Minister of Interior,
Mr. Khvostov,
and His Highness Prince
Andronnikov are dining there.
Do you want to be sent to
trenches?
Grigory Efimovich,
blessed Father, I beg you...
They've ordered me.
"Bring him or else..." they said.
I've got a family:
a wife and three kids.
And a mother too, old and ill.
Think what will they do to me?
What are you waiting for?
Send away the girl and go!
Don't you see, the man is weeping?
And a good man, too.
Varya, go to your friends.
Do you hear me, my good soul?
- Where do we go?
- I'll bring you to the door.
You just try to stand up,
Grigory Efimovich.
It's a secret meeting, isn't it?
We must creep quietly.
Please, Grigory Efimovich.
Your Highness? He's on his way.
- How much farther is it?
- Right down there.
This way, Grigory Efimovich.
Bless our dinner,
Grigory Efimovich.
I can smell that the soup is good.
Bless the Holy Spirit
that lives within us,
now and ever and unto ages of
ages!
Amen!
Please accept this
as a token of our respect
and in recognition of your
arduous work.
How about some Madeira?
Mine was excellent the other day,
but this would make an angel cry.
Why did you do that?
I meant to please you.
Soon you will all burn in hell.
We don't count. The Czar does.
And his son, the heir.
We're worried about them.
Russia needs an iron fist.
And Goremykin didn't fill the bill.
What's the use of discussing
him now?
Mother Russia appreciates your
intervention.
Now the crucial question is:
who is going to take up the reins
of government?
The next Prime Minister must be
a specialist, a man
who is well-acquainted with
our domestic problems.
All the troubles come from
within.
We're faced with mutiny,
revolution.
Would it not be logical
to appoint the man
who has held the post of
Minister of the Interior?
Two men meet on Nevsky Prospect.
One of them says:
"Yesterday I saw you at the Opera
with my mistress."
"My dear sir," the other says,
"that was my wife."
Aren't you pleased with yourself?
- Are you crazy? Let me go!
- I've got to have you!
- Let go of me!
- I saw you and I wanted you!
Scoundrel!
L.V. Nikitina,
lady-in-waiting,
daughter of Commandant of
the Fortress of Peter and Paul
Editorial office?
This is Nathanson.
Take this down for a front-page
special. Scandal in a restaurant!
Baroness N. has been assaulted.
The husband rushes to her defense!
That colonel hit Grigory Efimovich
right in the face!
- Arrest him immediately!
- Which one?
Yes, sir! Follow me!
Holy Father! Blessed savior,
I've been looking for you.
- Mama has sewn it...
- Come on, quick...
- Our Czarina herself.
...away from this debauchery.
Brute! I'm going to kill you!
Let me go! Scoundrel!
I'll kill you, bastard!
Clear the way!
All that work for nothing.
- She stole him, didn't she?
- You bet.
Boris Vladimirovich Sturmer,
Court Chamberlain,
member of the State Council,
owner of numerous estates
Progressing paralysis and
euphoria.
The squirrels have taken over
upstairs?
Exactly.
Dubious morals, has a mistress.
Who? Not this one, I hope?
Greedy, obstinate, ambitious,
loves power.
Who doesn't?
In our troubled times,
when there's no faith,
those who are at the wheel
of the ship
should first of all perceive
with their heart
the very essence of
Russian autocracy.
To fathom Russia with your mind
A futile task: no yardstick so pure.
Her might is of a special kind.
Have faith in Russia, that'll endure.
What do you think,
Grigory Efimovich?
I don't understand a thing.
But go on, go on.
The Slavs don't think with the mind
but with the spirit,
with the inner being, which is
the natural source of our strength.
The Czar has maintained his
popularity because he recognizes it...
- Sturmer, who are you?
- What?
- Who are you?
- What do you mean?
- German?
- God