ANDREI RUBLEV
Part Two.
Raid. 1408.
They are coming, Prince. The Tatars are coming.
Squint-Eye, go muster the men. You hear me?
I say, Prince!
Can this really be the ford?
It's rains. They caused floods.
We'll ride on then. Follow us.
We expected you yesterday.
I was passing by a small town & couldn't resist the temptation.
I am late, sorry.
Let's go. Keep to the left, it's shallow here.
You're not bluffing, are you?
I am not. Vladimir is okay.
The Grand Duke is in Lithuania.
I hear the Grand Duke has a son
but you've set your sights on his throne.
Time will tell.
I see you want that throne very much.
Hey,
I said keep to the left.
Keep up with me, Prince.
You really care for your brother.
Such is our fate.
Did you try to make it up?
I didn't.
The Metropolitan said to swear in God's truth
that we will live in peace and chime.
There comes the Grand Duke.
So my brother is here.
Vladimir is beautiful.
A big city.
Go.
Keep up with me, you cur, or I'll maim you.
Keep up with the Prince.
Forward! To the gates!
Tatars! Run for your life!
Run, run!
Get him, Thomas.
Why, folks, we are Russian too.
You Vladimir bastard!
Catch him! Get him!
Go round, you sheep's head.
You deaf? Go round!
What is that? The place is people less.
They all ran away.
Your bitch has grown up and forgotten me.
My good man, let me go.
Let me go!
Well, Prince...
No qualms about the cathedral?
Thieves!
Rascals! Skunks!
What's that wench doing here?
She's not a wench, she's the Virgin Mary.
The Mother of God.
And who's in the box?
Christ, her son.
How can she be a Virgin if she has a son?
But then anything can happen in your Rus.
I wonder.
It hurts! Oh Christ, it hurts!
I am burning. It hurts!
I don't know where the gold is.
Perhaps your Tatars have stolen it.
They are all thieves.
Why don't you ask your men?
- Did he say? - No.
Wait, I want to say something.
Look at them torturing an innocent.
Orthodox Russian man.
Just look at it, Judas,
Tatar mug.
I am Russian.
I know you. You look like your sib.
You have sold out Rus.
Oh, it hurts.
I won't say...
Mark my words,
Tatars will never set feet on Russian soil.
I swear to God.
I'll kiss the cross.
Give me the cross.
Fine, you will have the cross.
If we have sinned
God will forgive us, for He is merciful.
Oh Lord, will you forgive me?
And you will all boil in boiling tar.
When you go, we will build it anew.
Your guts will burst in the blazing inferno.
What are you doing?
What have I done?
Bastards!
Theophanus, aren't you dead?
I had a dream
of you suspended from a window head down
and wagging your finger at me.
And I lie across a saddle
and two Tatars are twisting my head.
And you are tapping
your finger on the pane.
- I shouted to you. - Shouted what?
What on earth is going on?
Murder, rape,
Russians and Tatars are plundering temples...
And you said...
I am worse off than you.
You are dead and I...
I'm dead, so what?
I've spent half of my life
in darkness.
I worked for humans
day and night...
But they are no humans.
You were right when you said it then.
I said all sorts of things then.
You are wrong now and I was wrong then.
But we have one faith,
one land and one blood.
I remember a Tatar who said with a smile,
"You will cut each other's throats
without our interference."
Isn't it a disgrace?
They killed many guys,
Sergius too.
I found him on such a day!
She is all I have now.
- I must go. - Wait.
Please, don't go.
Do you feel bad or bored with me? I am sorry.
Let's sit and talk. Let me tell you...
I know it all.
I'll never paint again.
- Why not? - Nobody wants it.
Yes, your iconostasis was burnt.
And how many mine were?
In Pskov, in Novgorod, in Galich...
You are taking a great sin upon yourself.
I haven't told you the main thing.
I killed a man.
A Russian man.
I saw him dragging her...
Look at her.
Evil took human image
for our sins. God will forgive you of course,
but you mustn't forgive yourself.
So live between forgiveness
and your own torment.
As for your sin, the Scripture has it...
"Learn to do good,"
"seek the truth,"
save the oppressed, protect an orphan.
"Then come and we shall judge between you," said the Lord.
"If thine sins be purple,
I shall whiten them."
So I didn't forget.
I hope you'll feel better.
I know God is merciful, He'll forgive.
I will make a vow of silence to God.
I have nothing more to say to men.
Do you think it's a good idea?
Who am I to give you counsel?
Aren't you in Eden?
Here it's not the way you think.
Rus. Dear Rus.
She can bear everything.
Everything.
How long will it be like that?
I can't say. Always I reckon.
Ah, how beautiful it is.
It is snowing.
There is nothing more terrible
than snow in a temple, is there?
SILENCE. 1412
The apples are rotten.
I haven't seen the likes of such famine in my whole life.
We are dying out.
The area looks deserted.
So do the Villages.
Khotkovo people left their Villages.
Semenovka folks too.
Not a soul in Semenovka.
Three years of bad harvest in Vladimir.
Many fled.
Those who survived eat rats and mice.
I spent the night in the lake and caught cold.
Wolves were after me, so I walked into the lake
and prayed to God they didn't reach me.
I stood there all night, that's why I can't speak now.
- You come from Vladimir? - I lived there...
Here's another guy from Vladimir.
He never opened his mouth.
Gave a vow of silence. He repents for his sins.
A God's fool is with him. She's dumb.
So they both keep mum.
It's self-disgrace:
he wants his sin to always be with him.
That's what I call a saint.
And his artel?
There's no more artel.
Some were killed by Tatars,
others parted ways with him.
And Danila?
I hear he either went north or died.
So he quit his trade?
My, if it isn't Cyril.
Is that you, Cyril?
Now Methodius let in Tatars.
It's no good to eat dirty meat.
Don't turn me away. There is no truth in the world.
I can't bear to sin every day,
and one can't help sinning there.
Take my repentance, Father.
I know you have a glib tongue, but you won't move me to pity.
Father, if you only knew
how much grief and evil I suffered,
you would have forgiven me. And myself I will never forgive.
You are guilty before God, not before me.
You can stay. To redeem your sins
you will copy the Holy Scripture 15 times.
You can live in the late Nicodimus' cell.
Thank you, Oh Lord. Thank you, brethren.
Oh how good.
Thank you, Father.
Good Russian, he eats horse meat.
Come with me to the Horde, you'll be my wife.
I got seven wives but not one Russian wife among them.
You will eat horse meat every day,
drink koumiss and wear coins in your hair.
Bend your head.
A Tatar husband's wife will never go unwashed.
Come with me, girl.
Come. Gimme your hand.
Andrei.
Do you recognize me?
Don't worry. They'll just take her for a ride and let go.
They won't dare to hurt a God's fool, it's a sin.
Bell. 1423.
Is that Nikola the Caster's home?
Yes.
- Is he your father? - Yes.
Is he home?
No, he isn't.
He's dead.
Plague took them all -
mother, sister, father.
What about Gavrila who lives next door?
Gavrila is dead also. Kasyan too.
Tatars took away Ivan. Only Theodore is left.
You can see him but make haste.
He's so weak, he can't even open his eyes.
Looks like he is dying.
I refuse to go further. It's useless.
- Let's go back home. - Get up you.
How d'you like that! He wants to go home!
My God, there is no one to cast a bell.
Take me with you.
I'll make you a bell.
Please. I can do this job for the Prince.
They are all dead,
you won't find one better than me.
- Lay off. - You'll regret it.
I know a bell secret.
But I won't tell you.
Father knew the secret of bell copper.
No one else knows it.
Only me. I know.
Father told me the secret
before he died.
- Do we take him? - He's a liar.
The Prince will have us flogged to death.
- He lied about the secret. - Well, the worse for him.
Hey, come over here.
Climb up.
- What about my hut? - Sit still.
Well, is it a deal?
What are we looking for? We can dig nearby.
Here?
Closer to the belfry,
to avoid long trips with heavy loads.
Can't we dig here? Right here.
Start marking up.
Let's get down to it.
We are not diggers, we are casters.
Why should we dig?
Do you know what Dad told me
before he died?
"The casters must dig a pit themselves.
I realized this only when I grew old."
He said this - and died.
Say what he would, I am not going to dig.
Call us when you need us.
Well, have you found it?
There was no need to. Here it is.
No.
It's not the clay.
- We always used it. - It was a mistake.
- Is it really not good? - Really.
Hear that?
We are going to look for it till we find the good stuff.
D'you think we should keep trying?
I think not. We got good clay.
Had trouble finding a new place and you...
it's bad, don't you see.
It's the end of August and no clay.
I feel pity for you.
I don't need your pity.
Come, Boris, dear.
No. It's the wrong clay.
- What is the right clay? - I'll know it when I see it.
I don't need the likes of you.
I can do without you. I don't want you.
I found it!
Uncle Peter, I found it!
Clay! Hey, Uncle Simeon!
Clay! Hey, Stepan!
Where are you?
- Shall we embed it? - Wait, I am coming.
- Where is Nikolai? - He went for timber.
It should have been here already.
- Nikolai left in the morning. - Silly guy.
Why are you standing idly? Get to work.
The merchants charged an exorbitant price for the cord
and said it's dirt cheap.
- Do we buy it? - We do.
The Prince will kill you.
I couldn't care less.
Step aside, Father, you may be hurt by accident.
Don't do it without me.
Yes.
Well, what is it?
The mould will not hold. Put more armor on it.
We would coat it with clay if you've made the frame.
It needs armoring.
Dress it and start roasting by dusk.
If the mould is not armored properly
it will not endure the copper and crack.
If we don't start roasting before snow time.
- I'll be flogged to death. - The mould will give way here.
Fix the mould.
Do you hear me?
No.
Get out then.
Andrei, you do it.
He will not do it either.
- Will you fix it? - It'll not hold.
You obey me. Who is in charge here?
Put on one more layer.
Whip this one.
He won't do his work, nor obey me.
I am in charge here.
Your father did not treat us like that.
All right, you'll be flogged in his name.
Finish without me.
- Why aren't you embedding it? - We are waiting for you.
Do it, just do it.
Go have some sleep.
Why are you looking at me?
You lost your tongue or deaf?
Sorry for him, eh?
Go comfort him.
You're a monk after all.
Boris, wake up.
I've started roasting.
Why didn't you wait for me?
I told you to wake me up.
I know when to start.
The Prince's messenger wants to see you.
Is it hot here.
You've got enough silver.
No.
Tell the Prince not to be stingy.
Our Prince is never stingy.
We need eight kilos more.
Who is it that knows the secret of bell copper, you or me?
Tell the Prince not to be stingy.
I'm going to shake the Prince out of lots of silver coins.
But the bell will never chime.
I know the monk.
Give it to him everybody.
Why bounce on a man without rhyme or reason?
You've took him for someone else.
No, I didn't. I know him only too well.
He's shabby now, but he was sleek and well-nourished.
I sat in the pit for ten years because of him.
They chopped off half of my tongue.
Let go. Let go of me.
I'll kill you.
He's not guilty.
He didn't let down anyone, I swear.
Beat me, not him.
Get up.
Hey, stand up.
You are heavy.
The Prince's fool has died.
He asked me to entertain him. But I want nothing with Princes.
I'd rather work as a joiner.
And this guy I do know.
He sold me out all right.
Gimme a drink.
More is coming.
Haul it off.
Take a sample.
Go to the third kiln.
Do we throw more wood to the fire?
Don't stand, get busy, go to the third kiln.
Move it.
What about the second kiln?
More wood.
- Where is Boris? - At the foundry.
The second and third kiln, ready.
Come, all is set.
Open it.
We are ready. Shall we start?
Go!
Pour it.
Here it goes.
Look at this.
God, help me and save me.
We're in for a hot day tomorrow.
We need a nap now.
- Shall we, Boris? - Yes, in a sec.
Here is my story, Andrei.
I wasn't sure if I should tell you.
I always envied you, and how.
Like I was poisoned inside and consumed by envy.
I couldn't bear it and I left, because of you.
When I learned you quit daubing,
I felt a lot easier.
I wish I could copy the Holy Scripture.
The Father Superior gave me a hard penance in my old age.
I guess I won't make it.
Why am I confessing to you?
You are a great sinner yourself.
I'm but a worthless worm, I'm not cast in the same mould.
But you...
For what holy deeds
did God bless you with talent?
Forget it. I hear.
Nikon has sent messengers
asking you to do the Trinity
and you sent them back.
And in my sinful heart
a small joy arose.
My life is drawing to an end
and my soul is craving peace.
True, Nikon wants you there
to boost his authority using your talent.
But Nikon doesn't count.
Go and do the Trinity.
It's a sin not to use God's gift.
If Theophanus were alive he'd have said the same.
Look at me, a talentless man.
I am back for my daily bread,
and to end my days in peace.
I die and nothing is left after me.
You won't live long either you know.
Do you want to take your talent to the grave?
Come on, say something.
As for the skomorokh... It was me.
Curse me but open your mouth.
- It may give way. - No.
Ready?
Here we go.
Leave everybody.
- How are you doing? - All set.
Everybody goes up fast.
- Ready? - Yes.
Go.
Take the ropes. Mind the ends.
Wave your hand.
Go.
- Who is it? - The Grand Duke.
- And who's with him? - Aliens.
Oh what a day!
The Grand Duke is with a foreign ambassador.
Will you make it? You dare.
I bless and sanctify this bell
with this holy water.
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.
They run the whole show.
Where are you going?
Do it, you dumb head.
Shall I give you a hand or will you manage?
Don't.
That old brute of mine never told me the secret.
Never shared it with me. Took it to his grave.
You've done a good job of it. Why are you crying?
Let's work together.
You'll be casting bells and I'll be painting icons.
Let's go to the Trinity.
It's a holiday for folks.
You've made a beautiful bell. Why are you crying?
Come, come...
Come on, stop crying.
Calm down.
Cine Concern Mosfilm restored the film 'Andrei Rublev' in 2004.
General Producer - Karen SHAKHNAZAROV.
Executive Producer - Alexander LITVINOV.
Manager of restoration - A.PETRITSKY.
Restoration crew: P.DORIULI, S.DUBKOV, S.MIKHAILENKO, V.OREL, L.YAZYKOVA.
Materials for restoration submitted by the State Film Fund, Russia.
Post production sound - Tone Studio, Mosfilm