What have you come here for? -Grigori! -Father Grigori.
Rasputin.
Move aside.
Most of it, Your Eminence, I have written to you about. I don't know what to do now.
They keep on talking about miracles. My own countrymen... I don't recognise them anymore!
What's the matter with you?
Grigori has taken my sister!
Go give the driver some tea.
Hey, driver, want some tea?
Rasputin!
Oh they're here about Rasputin. Isn't he in prison?
Where is my daughter?
Where is Luscha, I ask of you?
Grigori, I've already told you. For the last time, it won't do!
Do you hear me? Did you hear what I said?
-What do you want? -Nothing... -Then, leave!
Well, Misha? The Bishop and Commissar are outside.
-People are saying they want to... -Arrest you.
Eminence, something must be done! He preaches sin, and seduces women.
And to what do you attribute Rasputin's influence?
I must see the Bishop.
What terrible thing did Grigori do?
Grigori, the Bishop.
God bless you.
What this man has just said-- many others have said the same!
Now, we will at last be rid of that dog.
Complaints have been made against you.
You work miracles, so I hear.
You were in a monastery... Did you work miracles there too?
I don't work any miracles. I only believe in God.
Help... Father Grigori, help us. Please help us, Father Grigori. Help.
We're taking this man with us to St. Petersburg.
Your Excellence, the Interior Minister.
Your Excellence, these are the reports gathered so far that reflect the current mood of the peasants.
The Commissar will arrive tomorrow and would like to give Your Majesty the full account himself.
Is Petroff here yet? Your Excellence, Petroff is not here yet.
-Here I am! -Misha! I'm so happy you're back!
Something dreadful has happened. Give me a kiss.
The doctor says I've made him ill. Tell me, how was your journey?
-I've some very important... -He's refused even chocolate for five days!
Well, whatever's happened? It's not my fault, I swear!
Is it that bad?
-Careful! He might catch something. -Careful? I'm always careful.
Come, quickly, with the towels!
He mustn't catch a cold.
You've got a nice face, but you'll be the death of me. For weeks now, twenty treatments a day.
Also a gift of God. He is ill, yes?
My wife's convinced that he is a miracle-worker.
We've got quite an epidemic going on with this 'miracle-worker.'
What was his name? Rasputin? Rasputin, Excellence.
Cured. Completely cured! He didn't do a single thing, apart from looking into his eyes.
The poor child.
Majesty, Rasputin could help...
My... my head. It hurts.
He must get better, I have prayed for it.
There's been more haemorrhaging.
Let us hope his temperature goes down. Then the danger may pass.
Rasputin!
God bless you.
Alioscha.
Can you hear me? Do look at me, Alioscha. Hmm?
It doesn't hurt anymore. It won't hurt anymore.
You are well. Well.
Completely healthy, you are. Alioschinka.
Soon you'll get up. Then travel with me to Siberia.
Siberia is a big country. A beautiful country. With beautiful fields, Alioscha.
My dear Alioschinka.
Look - it's just like Grigori!
-Where are you going? -To Rasputin. -Your name, please?- Mina Ivanova.
God grant him health, he has a good heart.
-He's a saint. -A saint? He's more than a saint.
-500 rubles, I offered him. -Did he take it? -Ha! What do you mean, did he take it?
My garter.
This isn't mine!
Thank you.
-And with that you can go to the minister. -Thank you.
-What do you want? -I have a personal request for Grigori.
Then you must make an appointment.
If you'd like to go through.
-What can I do for you, my child? -I have a great request for you, Father Grigori.
All of these from dear, good women. So, you have a special request?
God bless you, Alexander.
Alioscha, yes, of course I'll come.
I'll bring him that new toy. Yes, I'll see you soon.
Do not disturb me.
So, now I have time for you.
Come, sit down, little dove.
Shall I take your jacket off for you?
Love, yes? Yes!
This is a keepsake.
Mrs. Grey has arrived.
-Rasputin has come with her. -Rasputin?
Everyone's very excited.
My niece Musja, and Lieutenant Suschkoff.
Shall we sit down, Grigori?
You have a beautiful soul, child.
And you have bad thoughts.
Eat, little dove.
God speaks through him.
Now I understand his hold over the tsar.
The tsar wants to make a minister out of him. That wretch!
You're leaving?
It's intolerable! They're all so mad for that peasant.
If the tsarina herself swears by him, it has to be.
-And Muscha? -Ah, so her as well?
-Disgusting. -Goodbye.
-Father Grigori, this is Count Yusupov. -Oh, Felix, right?
I've heard a lot about you, Felix. Come, sit.
What can I offer you, sir Grigori?
Come. Come, drink!
Olga... Lena... Sasha...
Where is Lisa? Lisa?
So, this is how a 'holy' man behaves.
How do you like this, Minister? The holy man, friend of the tsar...
Behind him is a prostitute. Yes, I've got that picture here.
And everyone else has copies. Oh yes, and many more!
Drinking, women, more drinking, more women.
As we are well aware, this peasant must be put in his place! We will find a way.
Since she met this holy man... It's like she's become a different person.
It hurts both your and her reputation to associate with that peasant.
God bless you, child.
Sit.
Love is not a sin. Love is God.
There's a lady on the telephone, sir.
Aha - Musja.
Someone who knows you well is now speaking to you. At this moment, the woman you love is with Rasputin.
With Rasputin?
Musja with Rasputin?
What's on your mind, Grigori?
Everyone is guilty of sin, and must repent for it.
But how can one repent, if one hasn't sinned?
Where are you going? To Rasputin!
Leave me. Let me pass! I'll kill him.
-Father Grigori, God has... -Saved me, yes.
Not you.
At the last moment, our agents were able to save Rasputin.
The overzealousness of the police can be damaging at times, Police Chief.
So no harm came to him? Thank God not, Your Excellency.
I will report to His Majesty.
The ministers are no longer chosen by the tsar, but by this peasant!
The Parliament would like to warn Your Majesty of how dangerous Rasputin is.
Members of Parliament have more important functions to fill.
Photos like these are being circulated daily. If Rasputin remains in St. Petersburg...
Thank you. I will see to the matter.
I called you here in order to ask you, to leave St. Petersburg for a while.
Why?
You have enemies... Too many enemies.
Your life is in danger. And you know how we value your life.
The tsar is well informed; changes will be made. At last, that peasant will...
Good evening, Father.
Won't you greet me? It's been so long since I've seen you. I'd like to invite...
-I want nothing to do with you. -Don't you know of the work I've been doing?
Yes, I know. You brought me trouble here; now you're you're doing the same thing over there.
You remain as you were; despised by the church. The church damns you!
A call to arms. Troops are to mobilize. By order of Nicholas II, ruler of the people.
Soldiers. Soldiers again?
Why, Sister? The tsar has mobilised his troops.
War? Why war? We don't need a war.
Write. Write to the tsar and the tsarina immediately!
No war.
No blood.
No war.
He's dictated a letter to the tsarina.
A fever. He's had a fever since morning.
The events on the front shouldn't make us uneasy. The war must go on until victory is achieved.
The army is in excellent condition. Thank you, gentlemen.
I haven't come to ask for them to restore my position.
The war is a great misfortune for Russia.
It will bring unhappiness to us all. Nicholas must not continue waging this war.
-You know he listens to your advice. -As long as he listens, nothing bad will happen.
-His Majesty wishes to see you. -I will talk to him.
-When do you go back to the front? -In about two weeks.
Then we must act fast. Rasputin is back, and his hold over the tsar is greater than ever.
See, little Father, that's Uncle Nicholas.
Father Grigori, you wishes are being followed. The tsar will take over high command.
Alioschinka, we'll put Papa at the head of the army and then the war will soon be over.
Forgive my lateness, but I bring important news.
Rasputin has made Petroff Interior Minister. What? Rasputin?
On his advise the tsar has taken High Command. It can't go on like this!
Speeches in parliament are useless. Something else must be done.
-What do you suggest? -Gentlemen...
And when?
I've been informed that there will be an attempt to assassinate Rasputin.
Tonight he is visiting the villa. Double up security. Understood?
Changed already? Where is Rasputin?
Taken down all the names?
So now we even have to guard him while he parties.
Well, what news? He rang at seven. He's a guest at the villa.
If he's there, he'll be drinking all night long.
You've dropped 5000 rubles.
-I thought it was ten... -Oh, but of course.
I'm so happy. Grigori promised to make me a minister! He promised.
Good day, gentlemen.
Thank you. It's cold out, what?
-I thought you'd leave us in the lurch. -Me? Please.
So those are the cakes, are they? Fine. We'll use only the black ones.
Please, be careful.
So, that's the last one. Just the black ones, right?
-Which are the glasses? -These two.
Did you know that Napoleon was scared of mice?
-Who? -Napoleon! Interesting, huh?
-I think it's time. -Right, I'm going.
Felix, nice to see you.
The tsar must... must make peace.
The tsar must make peace. Must.
What do you think, Felix?
Ah, never mind. Tomorrow I'll speak to the tsarina and everything will be fine.
Sing. Come, Felix, sing.
Carry on, Felix. Carry on!
Felix!
Dispose of him. Quickly.
Felix...