We'd never have let him be humiliated.
It's no good living in the past.
We must find a solution.
There is no solution.
There is a solution.
Just one.
The last.
Kill the Tsar.
Either kill the Tsar
or lay our own heads on the block.
But who will do it?
Only the pure in heart
would be worthy of carrying out
so elevated a mission!
Pyotr Volynets,
I consecrate this mission to you.
Come, my brothers,
embrace for the last time.
God's servant, Peter,
who lately dwelt among us.
He has vowed himself to the grave.
He will repose beneath a cold slab.
He is entering into the shades.
He bids farewell to friends and relations.
He will lie with the dead.
He confiscated Church property.
We will exterminate the beast!
We must save Philip,
because he has incurred Ivan's wrath
for our sake.
That will depend on Philip's judges.
Who will preside at the Tribunal?
To whom must we send our gold,
plate and furs?
It is I who will preside at the tribunal.
That means he's saved!
That means he's lost!
Philip is more useful to our cause
as a martyr.
A corpse, a martyr.
A saint is more valuable to our struggle.
A dead man... A saint is invincible,
even for the Tsar!
His cowl is white,
but his soul is black.
Why are you always trying to make
a leader of me, mother?
Why do you want to sacrifice me?
A black beaver was bathing in the river
In the frozen Moscow River
He didn't wash himself cleaner
He only got blacker
Having taken his bath, the beaver
Went off to the capital's High hill
To dry himself,
shake himself and look around
To see if anyone was coming
to look for him
The hunters whistle
Searching out the black beaver
The hunters follow the scent
They will find the black beaver
They want to catch and skin the beaver
And with its fur then to adorn
a kingly mantle
In order to array
Tsar Vladimir!
I'd suffer the pangs of your birth
a hundred times over
for you to ascend the throne.
To see you seated on the Tsar's throne!
Take the crown.
Take the collar.
I've always been frightened of blood.
You won't have to shed it.
That will be Pyotr's job.
Yes... but after
to be haunted by remorse
for the rest of my life,
always seeing him wherever I go,
enduring his silent reproaches.
Whatever else you need fear,
it's not that.
When the throne is yours,
you will punish the regicide.
And others, too.
A sovereign should not stray
from the path of righteousness
if he can help it,
but he must be prepared
to tread the path of evil if necessary.
Our great sovereign offers you
a cup of wine.
Moreover our great sovereign
invites his cousin Vladimir Andreyevich
to the royal table.
The hand of God!
Our cause prospers!
You will accompany Pyotr to the banquet.
And don't forget to wear your new kaftan.
I'll remind him!
The hand of God!
Our cause prospers!
It's empty!
Holla! Holla!
Faster! Faster!
Bravo! Bravo!
Ah, Brother Vladimir, you don't love me.
You don't care that I am so alone,
that I'm just a poor abandoned orphan
whom no one pities.
It's not right for the Tsar
to fraternize with the landowners,
and above all not with the Staritskys!
It is not for you, Alexei,
to teach the Tsar his business,
nor to raise your hand
against the Tsar's relations.
But it was you who taught me
to weed them out.
The Tsar's connections
outshine all other connections.
As the celestial tamarind
outshines homely oak.
Aren't we the new forest
growing around you?
I don't hack down oaks
to make room for wretched aspens.
Don't touch the Tsar's relations!
The ties of blood are sacred!
Aren't we who are closest to you
bound to you by other blood,
blood which has been shed?
You're no relation of mine.
You are my slaves.
I raised you from the dust
to crush the boyar traitors.
I express my will through you.
Your function is to serve me,
not to teach me how to behave.
Keep to your