Doctor Zhivago, he came third in all Moscow.
Now, listen, please!
Dr. Zhivago is betrothed in marriage to--
My dear Victor!
My dear man!
Get her out.
What?
Get her out. Get her out!
Yes. Yes. I'll get the police.
No!
I don't want you to get the police.
I do not want the police. I just want you to get her out!
Let her go!
Please!
Quiet, please. Please. Give way.
Please, would you mind?
Would you mind? Thank you, thank you.
Our destinies seem to be interwoven, don't they?
Yes.
I was a close friend of your father.
I knew you were his business partner.
Rather more than that. I was present at his death.
Also, I am in contact with your brother.
Yevgraf?.
I should say I'm in contact with those who are in contact with him.
Oh, I disagree with Bolshevism.
Thank you.
You seem to know your trade.
But, I can still admire Bolsheviks, as men.
Shall I tell you why?
Yes.
They may win.
I'd like to meet him, Yevgraf.
He sent me a marvelous letter.
He likes my poetry.
That would have pleased your father.
Your father was not a bad man, Yuri. If I may call you Yuri?
I hardly knew him.
You perhaps may not credit this...
...but he was devoted to your mother.
I suppose I may continue to rely on your professional discretion?
You mean, will I tell anyone the truth about that girl?
That's what I mean, yes.
You may continue to rely on my professional etcetera.
You are fastidious, aren't you?
What happens to a girl like that, when a man like you is finished with her?
Interested?
I give her to you.
You shouldn't smoke. You've had a shock.
I give her to you, Yuri Andreyevich.
A wedding present.
Where have you seen that girl before?
What makes you think I've seen her before?
Haven't you?
- Yes. - Where?
I'm not supposed to say. It was on a case. Not very nice.
No, don't tell me, if you're not supposed to say.
In bourgeols terms It was a war between the Allles and Germany.
In Bolshevlk terms It was a war between the Allled and the German upper classes.
And, whlch of them won was a matter ofIndlfference.
I was ordered by the Party to enllst. I gave my name as Petrov.
They were shoutlng for vlctory all over Europe...
...praylng for vlctory, to the same God.
My task, the Party's task, was to organlze defeat.
From defeat would sprlng the Revolutlon.
And, the Revolutlon would be vlctory for us.
The Party looked to the conscrlpt peasants...
...most of them wearlng thelr flrst good palr ofboots.
When the boots wore out, they'd be ready to llsten.
When the tlme came, I was able to take 3 battallons wlth me out of the Front Llne.
The best day's work I ever dld.
But, for the moment, there was nothlng to be done.
There were too many volunteers llke me.
Mostly, It was mere hysterla.
But there were men wlth better motlves, men who saw the tlmes were crltlcal...
...and wanted a man's part.
Good men, wasted.
Unhappy men, too.
Unhappy In thelr jobs.
Unhappy wlth thelr wlves.
Doubtlng themselves.
Happy men don't volunteer.
They walt thelr turn and thank God If thelr age, or work, delays It.
The ones who got back home wlth the prlce of an arm or an eye or a leg...
...these were the lucky ones.
Even Comrade Lenln...
...underestlmated both the angulsh of that 900- mlle- long front...
...and our cursed capaclty for sufferlng.
By the second wInter of the war...
...the boots had worn out...
...but the llne stlll held.
Thelr great coats fell to pleces on thelr backs.
Thelr ratlons were Irregular.
Half of them went lnto actlon wlthout arms...
...led by men they dldn't trust.
Come on, you bastards!
And, those they dld trust--
Come on, Comrades. Come on!
Come on!
Comrades! Earthshakers!
Show them!
Charge!
At last they dld what all the armles dreamed of dolng:
They began to go home.
That was the beglnnlng of the Revolutlon.
Deserters.
Replacements.
Tote arms!
Come back.
Stick together!
Stick together and we'll be all right.
And be ready for them.
Turn around, lads!
- Don't go any farther. - Come on, lads. Turn around.
Pigs to the slaughter! Look at you!
Turn around, lads.
Listen, lads.
Ten miles up that road are the Germans!
- Rubbish. - Not rubbish.
They're coming. And they're coming fast.
You've let them in.
They're coming for your wives...
...your houses, your country.
Your country, Officer!
Yes, my country! And proud--
Get back in your ranks!
Get back!
Get back in the ranks!
Are you a nurse?
Yes.
- Are you all right? - Yes.
Then help me.
Doctor, I ought to tell you, I'm not a trained nurse, I'm a volunteer.
I see. Right.
Why did you volunteer?
- I came here to find my husband. - Very gently.
- Have you ever seen an operation? - Yes.
We'll manage.
They're in the next village, brothers. The Germans.
- Your Honor-- - Keep still.
Did you find your husband?
No.
Your Honor...
Yes, we'd better be off.
You know, you often look at me as though you knew me.
I have seen you. Four years ago. Christmas Eve.
Were you there?
No wonder you look at me.
Did you know Victor Komarovsky?
Yes, I did. That young man, who took you away--
My husband.
A lot of courage. He made the rest of us look very feeble.
As a matter of fact, I thought you both did.
Good man to shoot at.
I'd give anything never to have met him.
The tsar's in prison.
Lenin's in Moscow.
Civil war has started.
Good!
Civil war, good?
Not good, Comrade Nurse, inevitable.
But Lenin in Moscow!
This Lenin, will he be the new tsar then?
Listen, Daddy. No more tsars, no more masters.
Only workers in a worker's state. How about that?
Are you a doctor?
- Yes. - Follow me, please.
I can't deal with this.
Order of the Provisional Government. You'll have to try, friend.
"If you could see how hard we have been working here...
"...I feel sure you'd forgive me, dear, for not writing more regularly."
When was that written?
July 20th.
Eight weeks!
"But now the war seems really to have stopped.
"The hospital is emptying, and I shall have more time.
"I may even get time to write some verse, if I've not forgotten how to."
Oh, I do hope so!
"Larissa Antipova is still here, and I admire her more and more.
"She seems to have the strange gift of healing, which doctors don't believe in.
"She often does the wrong things, but it always seems to work out right.
"How is Uncle Alex?
- "Can he still get his English tobacco?" - Would that he could!
"Can Sasha say his letters yet? And how is Auntie Anna?"
He didn't get my letter.
"Most of all, my dearest, how are you?"
Strangely upsetting. He doesn't know she's dead.
Can't see what difference it makes.
They're at it again!
I wish they'd decide once and for all...
...which gang of hooligans constitutes the government of this country!
Cheer up, Sergei.
Don't you want to go home?
There's fighting at home, Your Honor. I've had enough.
Red Guards and White Guards, this old man's had enough.
Your Honor is a kind gentleman.
And, the nurse is a kind lady.
Finished?
Just about.
In a couple of weeks you'll be with your little girl.
If I can get on a train.
I want to be with Katya more than anything in the world.
Yes, of course.
But, now that we're going, I feel sad.
Sad.
Really sad.
- Well, we've been here some time. - Yes.
This must have been a lovely house, once.
Don't you think?
What are you going to do?
In Gradov?
Yes.
I'll be all right.
I wish I could think so.
You could run a laundry.
What will you do?
I suppose I'll go back to the hospital.
It's funny to think of you there.
I used to pass it on my way to school.
Do you ever come to Moscow?
From Gradov?
If only there were someone to look after you.
Of course, if there were, I'd be destroyed by jealousy.
Zhivago, don't.
My dear, don't, please!
Now, look what you've made me do.
We've been together six months, on the road and here...
...and we've not done anything you'll have to lie about to Tonya.
I don't want you to have to lie about me.
You understand that, Yuri?
You understand everything.
Come on, Comrades! I'm in a hurry.
Going home, Kuril?
Home, Your Excellency?
Petrograd. I'm joining the Red Guard.
What about your wife?
Sometimes, Comrade Nurse, women have to wait.
Right!
Goodbye, honored Doctor.
Want some advice?
- Said the millstone to the barley. - That's right.
Adapt yourself!
Goodbye, Durinev.
Goodbye, Your Honor.
Goodbye, Andr.
Goodbye, Simyon.
I'll never forget Your Honor.
Never!
Goodbye, Zhivago.
Goodbye. Thank you.
Pilenko.
Goodbye, brothers!
The doctor is a gentleman.
Right. Written all over him.
He's a good man.
God rot good men.
Yuri!
This is Comrade Yelkin, our local delegate. He lives here.
How do you do?
Welcome.
Comrade Kaprugina--
Welcome.
It's not for you to welcome us, Comrade.
Comrade Kaprugina is the chairman of the Residents' Committee.
- Yes, of course. - Your discharge papers?
Oh, yes.
I signed them myself, I'm afraid.
Holy Cross?
What?
- Holy Cross Hospital. It's on-- - The Second Reformed Hospital.
Good. It needed reforming.
Medicals report to their place of work at once.
Yes. I believe there's typhus?
You've been listening to rumormongers, Comrade.
There is no typhus in our city.
Well, that's good news. I'll report tomorrow.
When you've started work, you'll get a ration book.
I've always worked.
Whatever is the matter?
You are.
There was living space for 13 families in this one house.
Yes. This is a better arrangement, Comrades.
More just.
Well, it is more just, Tonya. Why did it sound so funny?
Is it good to be home?
Sasha?
Who else?
It's your daddy, Sasha.
Sasha!
Naughty boy!
No, don't say that.
May I come in?
Watch carefully.
I am about to ignite the last half of the last cigar in Moscow.
Good meal?
- Very. - Say something.
That was very good, Tonya.
That was nothing.
She's been saving that salami for three months.
Have you, darling?
I got it for a clock.
She's a marvel. Coffee, you observe.
Stop it, Daddy. He knows I'm a marvel.
Did you write any poetry?
Quite a lot.
Is it good?
Yes, I think so.
Can I see it?
Well, of course.
What happened to Nurse Antipova? Your letters were full of her.
Yes, I suppose they were.
That's the girl who shot friend Komarovsky, isn't it?
Yes, Daddy. You know it is.
She's gone home to her little girl.
- Oh, we shan't see her then? - No.
What a pity!
Farewell, the pleasures of the flesh.
What I don't understand is how we're going to stay alive this winter.
You have no right whatever to call me from work.
As a Soviet deputy, I--
That gives you the power, not the right.
It's noticed, you know. Your attitude is noticed.
You should have called the area doctor.
I want this done quietly.
Why, what is it, typhus?
I'll take him away. Get me some transport.
It isn't typhus.
It's another disease we don't have in Moscow: starvation.
That seems to give you satisfaction.
It would give me satisfaction to hear you admit it.
- Would it? Why? - Because it is so.
Your attitude is noticed, you know. Oh, yes, it's been noticed.
Hello.
The stove's out!
What's the matter with you? No wonder he's losing weight!
She lets it out as soon as you've gone, and she lights it before you come home.
We haven't enough fuel.
I told myselflt was beneath my dlgnlty to arrest a man for pllferlng flrewood.
But nothlng ordered by the Party Is beneath the dlgnlty of any man...
...and the Party was rlght.
One man desperate for a blt of fuel Is pathetlc.
Flve mllllon people desperate for fuel wlll destroy a clty.
That was the flrst tlme I ever saw my brother.
But, I knew hlm, and I knew that I would dlsobey the Party.
Perhaps It was the tle ofblood between us, but I doubt It.
We were only half-tled, anyway, and brothers wlll betray a brother.
Indeed, as a pollceman, I would say "Get hold of a man's brother...
"...and you're half way home. "
Nor was It admlratlon for a better man than me.
I dld admlre hlm, but I dldn't thlnk he was a better man.
Besldes, I've executed better men than me wlth a small plstol.
Now you'll have to live like the rest of us, Doctor.
Bring that! Bring that back!
Oh, listen to His Excellency!
I want no anarchy!
I want this carried out correctly.
What are you doing?
Re-allocation of living space, Comrade Doctor.
Fifty square meters for a family of less than five persons.
Dammit, whose house is this, anyway?
Father, be quiet!
All right, 50 square meters. What're you doing with my things?
They're being stored.
They're being stolen.
Just a minute!
And where did you get this?
I pulled it out of a fence.
I told them who I was.
The old man was hostlle, the glrl cautlous.
My brother...
...seemed very pleased.
I thlnk the glrl was the only one who guessed at thelr posltlon.
You're just as I imagined you. You're my political conscience.
I asked hlm hadn't he one of hls own.
And so he talked about the Revolutlon.
You lay life on a table and you cut out all the tumors of injustice. Marvelous.
I told hlm If he felt llke that he shouldjoln the Party.
Cutting out the tumors of injustice, that's a deep operation.
Someone must keep life alive while you do it.
By living.
Isn't that right?
I thought then It was wrong.
He told me what he thought about the Party and I trembled for hlm.
He approved of us, but for reasons whlch were subtle, llke hls verse.
Approval such as hls could vanlsh overnlght.
I told hlm so.
Of course, I can't approve this evening something you may do tomorrow.
He was walklng about wlth a noose round hls neck and dldn't know.
So I told hlm what I had heard about hls poems.
Not liked?
Not liked by whom?
Why not liked?
So I told hlm that.
Do you think it's "personal, petit-bourgeois and self indulgent"?
I lled.
But he belleved me.
And It struck me through to see that my oplnlon mattered.
The glrl knew what It meant, what It was golng to mean.
They couldn't survlve what was comlng In the clty.
I urged them to leave and llve obscurely somewhere In the country...
...where they could keep themselves allve.
We have, used to have, an estate at Varykino, near Yuriatin.
The people know us there.
He dldn't reslst.
I offered to obtaln permlts, passes, warrants...
...told them what to take and what to leave behInd.
I had the Impertlnence to ask hlm for a volume of hls poems.
And so we parted.
I thlnk I even told hlm that we would meet agaln In better tlmes.
But perhaps I dldn't.
Fifty persons!
Fifty persons only!
Fifty persons!
Tonya, here!
Fifty persons only!
Get back!
Fifty persons only!
Fifty persons!
Only 50 persons!
Charming accommodation.
That's very good.
I'm an intellectual.
Shut up, you "intellectual."
Shut up, you lickspittle.
Forced labor.
Attention, Comrades.
Your train will leave tomorrow morning.
Health regulations for the journey:
Night soil will be emptied every morning without fail.
Straw to be replaced at ten day intervals and the old straw burned.
In the event of fresh straw being unavailable, old straw to be turned.
This is disinfectant. Use it.
In this wagon is a detachment of Voluntary Labor.
Liar.
You are required by Military Committee to show them all assistance.
One carriage is occupied by sailors of the heroic Kronstadt Sailors' Soviet.
So you'll be in good hands.
They're idiots.
Attention, Comrades.
In approximately 11 days' time you'll pass through the Urals province...
...where White Guard units, aided by foreign interventionists...
...and other criminal reactionary elements, have recently been active.
The Military Committee assures you...
...that the criminals have been completely routed in that area...
...by Red Guard units under the command of People's Commander Strelnikov.
There's a man.
Clap him.
The line is definitely clear.
Long live the Revolution!
Long live anarchy!
Lickspittle! Bureaucrat!
Is that necessary?
Six volunteers I've signed for, and six I'll deliver.
I'm a free man, lickspittle.
There's nothing you can do about it.
I'm the only free man on this train.
The rest of you are cattle.
Help me, brothers, for the love of God.
Come on!
Yuri, the child is dead.
It wasn't my child, dear...
...and his little soul's in Heaven now, that's certain.
Who did it, Comrade, the Whites?
The Whites?
No, Strelnikov.
Well, then, you must have done something.
It wasn't us, Comrade.
The commander said we'd sold horses to the Whites.
It wasn't us, it was those pigs in Kuniko.
We told him, but he didn't believe us.
I expect you were lying.
- As God's my witness. - But he isn't.
Commander Strelnikov is a great man.
A commander, Sasha, and he lives on bread and water.
Does he?
I don't know. They say so.
It's true.
No one knows where he comes from.
And they never know where he is.
- He's back up the line. - Yes?
Someone's for it.
Oh, really, not again!
What this time?
Never mind, Father. Get a good night's sleep.
I know what I'm going to do.
Look!
The Urals.
Look, Sasha, look. That's where we're going, darling.
Through the mountains and into the forest.
Then it'll be much warmer still.
Will there be wolves in the forest?
Strelnikov!
That's Strelnikov.