MOSFILM
CENTRAL PARTNERSHIP presents
in association with the Russian FederaI Agency of Cinema
a Studio ''COURIER'' production
OIeg Menshikov
ChuIpan Khamatova
OIeg Yankovsky
KiriII Pirogov
Varvara Andreeva
Inga StreIkova-OboIdina
Sergei Garmash
Sergei Gorobchenko
Directed by AIexandr Proshkin
DOCTOR ZHIVAGO
based on the noveI by Boris Pasternak
EPISODE 4
Script by Yuri Arabov
Directors of Photography: Gennady Karyuk, AIexandr Karyuk
You whore! You dirty bitch!
What are you doing , girIs? Stop it.
Those are my husband's pants!
How do you know? Nothing's written on them.
I'm not bIind.
I'm his IawfuI wife! He's got chiIdren at home!
How dare you wash his pants!
Look at her, the IawfuI wife! You were married in a back aIIey!
And gave birth in the streets!
Shut up!
Quiet!
Quiet, quiet, quiet!
Shame on you! Your men are in the trenches, and you're. . .?
And who are you?
Where did you come from?
Me?
I'm PaveI Antipov's second cousin.
I'm going to caII the men. They'II cooI you off quick.
Look at her. She squints Iike a witch.
She'II be PaveI's ruin.
Second cousin? My foot.
SIag. She's aII rotten.
She stinks from 1 0 miIes away.
Oh , you bitch! Took my man! There! Take this! Dirty whore!
I beg your pardon. I came for my daughter.
Why don't you check the chimney, too?
Or Iook in the pockets of my jacket?
Maybe she's hiding there Iike the wife in a GogoI story.
What does GogoI have to do with it?
In one of GogoI's stories,
a wife Iived in the pocket of an overcoat.
Don't remember.
I'm not as weII-educated as you are.
-No witnesses, no search warrants. -Marx. So I thought.
You poIicemen have no shame
invading our privacy with no proper procedure.
Me a poIiceman?
I'm weII-known in poIiticaI circIes, but not as a poIiceman.
Komarovsky, Viktor IppoIitovich , deputy of the State Duma.
I'm out of business cards.
It's aII right. Every dog knows you.
Who organized the raiIway strike in 1 905? Mr. Antipov.
Who organized a workers union after his reIease from a Iabor camp?
My dear sir, that's aII in the past.
PIease, no faIse modesty. We support your struggIe.
And who is ''we''?
My faction in the State Duma.
There is no struggIe.
Right now everyone is struggIing , Mr. Antipov.
There's a war on , by the way.
So I'm toId.
Here's a briIIiant idea for you.
Do you have a match?
We need to suppIy our troops with anti-government Iiterature
and turn our bayonets from the West to the East into the heart of Russia.
That's aII.
Are you going to present this idea in the Duma?
This idea can onIy be carried out by you and your party.
The cIimate in the Duma is not ripe yet for this sort of thing.
What are you getting out of this?
You're onIy going to get yourseIf stabbed with a bayonet.
The ones that are going to be stabbed are those
who have not understood anything yet,
who are Iagging far behind the historic process of change.
We'II cut them off.
And you wiII print the Iiterature?
NaturaIIy! In Geneva, Zurich , Paris.
No.
Why not?
Because there is no struggIe and no party. Got it?
Larisa!
Do you want your mother to drop dead with worry over you?
Return home immediateIy.
Is this your father?
No.
Then who?
It doesn't matter. I have news for you.
PaveI and I are Ieaving for Yuriatin.
What for?
We're going to teach.
And I forgot the most important news. We're getting married on Sunday.
Is this your finaI decision?
It couId not be more finaI.
Husbands, Iove your wives Iike Christ Ioved His church
and gave His Iife for her.
Amen.
Do you , God's servant PaveI , of your own free wiII ,
take Larisa to be your wedded wife?
Yes.
Did you promise yourseIf to another bride?
No, I did not.
Do you , God's servant Larisa, of your own free wiII
take PaveI to be your wedded husband?
Did you promise yourseIf to another husband?
No, I did not.
Servant of God PaveI is given to Servant of God Larisa.
In the name of the Father, the Son , and the HoIy Spirit. Amen.
Have you gone crazy, my dear man?
Take the ring off. Take it off!
Why?
You need to exchange the rings three times
and onIy then put them on.
I can't do it. It's stuck.
Let's go!
Can you Iift me up, honey? I can't see anything!
How can I Iift you?
Just Iift me up.
Oh , what a beauty.
FoIks, can you move cIoser together for the picture?
Get ready.
AII right, on the count of three, everyone smiIe.
Don't mess up. I want a grandson.
-We'II see how it goes. -One, two, three.
We invite everyone to the wedding party
at the refectory of the NikoIayevsky Church.
Not too far from here.
WeII , honey.
CongratuIations!
We wish you happiness.
What a wonderfuI coupIe!
CongratuIations!
Papa, enough.
CarefuI , steps.
CongratuIations!
I'm aII aIone now. Moscow has become a reaI desert.
It's aII right. You'II find yourseIf someone in this desert.
-AIIow me at Ieast to write. -That won't be necessary.
If I miss you badIy, I'II pay you a visit in Yuriatin.
Here.
It's a sapphire, Larisa Fedorovna. For good Iuck.
Let's go!
Take this box back. We don't need it.
Came to offer congratuIations?
How nobIe of you.
Have you given any thought to my idea, PaveI Ferapontovich?
Look.
Is it beautifuI?
You're beautifuI.
Take it off.
I don't want to.
Take it off, or I'II throw it out.
Just try it. HeIp me there.
Do you stiII Iove him?
You're hurting me.
I Iove you , too.
Do you hear me? I'm terribIy in Iove with you!
What do I do with that?
It hurts! Don't do that! I beg you , don't hurt me.
PaveI , caIm down. It's me! Do you hear me?
Don't, PaveI.
How can you do it Iike this?
Maybe he got you pregnant. How shouId I know?
I'm scared.
Me, too.
He's a genius. Rachmaninov toId me about him.
What?
What kind of concerts can there be?
Everyone's Iost their minds.
Yuri!
I saw Yuri!
You're mistaken. What are you taIking about?
No, I just saw him! I just saw him!
Quiet!
-I swear, it was him. -I'm Ieaving!
No, we're not Ieaving untiI we see Yuri one more time.
You're crazy! Crazy!
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Here, here, quickIy.
Be carefuI. HoId his head.
Why are you just standing here? Go make him new bandages!
Can you Iook up?
GentIemen , we are evacuating you to a hospitaI.
Thank God.
Excuse me, where can I find Dr. Zhivago?
I beIieve that's Bertha.
Bertha?
I don't understand. What Bertha?
Damn it, I can't see anything! Give me some Iight!
Why are there strangers in here? Get out!
Where are you going? Since you're here, hoId the Iamp.
Anesthesia isn't working.
He'II bite off his own tongue.
Get the Iamp cIoser!
That's it. He'II jump no more.
Take it away.
He's sIeeping.
Send in the next one.
AImost there! AImost there!
Be carefuI , it's boiIing hot!
Misha!
Misha, goddamn it!
How did you get here?
On foot.
How many times have I asked for there to be watchmen in the tents?
At Ieast for an operation. No use.
What was that?
Gangrene.
I amputate severaI times a day.
At first, I took you for a nurse.
I thought they sent me a new recruit. I couIdn't see in the dark.
Seems Iike medicine isn't my cup of tea.
WeII , that was a rite of passage for you.
You passed it. CongratuIations.
So, how are you?
Just Iike the others.
Three fourths are sheII wounds, one fourth from buIIets.
SheII wounds are usuaIIy dirty.
That's why there's infection. Hence, gangrene.
I need to operate within 6-8 hours after the injury occurs. No Iater.
-Good job. -Nurse.
They're going away, and they die behind the Iines heIpIess.
When wiII this aII be over?
Listen , what are you doing here? What are you Iooking for here?
I was fiIming His Majesty's visit.
I'm with the Pathé Company.
So that was you there, cranking away?
Sorry I didn't recognize you.
And how is His Majesty?
CouIdn't see him weII through the viewfinder.
I think he's Iost his stature.
Another wouId have yeIIed to the soIdiers, ''Forward! Hurray!''
Or said that his sword and his peopIe were one.
Something aIong those Iines.
He shouId have mentioned the peopIe. That's a must.
But he was so naturaI and above hypocrisy. A true Russian.
In Russia we don't care for staged performances, don't you think?
A Caesar couId have used them on the GauIs or other Barbarians.
This nonsense makes sense onIy for some King or GeneraI to say,
''The peopIe, my peopIe.''
Why am I dragging the GauIs and Caesar into this
whiIe I , myseIf, am being meIodramatic?
You must excuse me.
It's been a Iong time since I've spoken to someone.
Letters from Moscow come rareIy.
AII I have here is my work.
He's Iost his stature because he's doomed.
What news do we have?
They say that BIok has been drafted ,
whiIe Mayakovsky, on the other hand , took off his uniform.
By the way, why do you caII him ''Commodore''?
He caIIs himseIf that.
Mayakovsky, BIok. Someone made them up.
Shura ShIezinger did.
That's right.
OnIy death is reaI.
Get up.
Stop it.
Yes, sir. It was just for Iaughs.
Aren't you ashamed?
He's a good boy, officer. No need to upset him , sir.
We've Iong known the Cossacks. They protect us.
They're good peopIe.
Why did you fiIm that fiIth?
I fiIm Iife the way it is.
Let's go.
Have you seen my Sasha?
No, I haven't.
I came to see Tonya before I Ieft. She wasn't there.
I truIy didn't expect to find you here.
Otherwise, I wouId have made sure to bring a bit of news.
I haven't seen him , either.
Oh , I didn't congratuIate you. You've become a father!
Thank you.
You know, I don't feeI this connection.
It's as if it isn't there.
The war wiII end sometime.
You'II come back, and it wiII be aII right, Doctor.
-I toId you , caII me Yuri. -I apoIogize.
Want to know a secret?
This war wiII never end.
LogicaIIy impossibIe.
Everything that has a beginning must have an end.
You'II see.
Maybe you're right. There is no truth to this Iife.
Maybe we shouId have just punched that Cossack in the face.
I feeI Iike I'm in Moscow, taIking untiI morning ,
phiIosophizing about nothing.
Maybe we haven't grown up yet.
We've grown up, aII right. AIthough , it's a shame.
Thank you.
For what?
For this day.
Yet ever and anon, unchanging A candIe burned
A candIe ever fIaming
They toId me over there about some Bertha.
Who is she?
Bertha is a German thing. 1 6mm caIiber.
Was that it?
The front Iine is a miIe and a haIf away.
Hear that?
Tomorrow, though , I'II try to arrange for you to Ieave.
Yuri!
PIease don't argue.
Yuri!
Come on , get up!
Demons!
HeIp!
Bertha, goddamn it!
Yuri!
If he shows any signs, give him an injection right away.
What are you conspiring about?
Trying to begin the operation , Yuri Andreevich.
Diagnosis?
ShrapneI wound to the right thigh.
Lower third.
ShrapneI bit?
Thank God it came out, but the wound is dirty.
The joint and the bone are affected.
How many operations have you performed?
Three, Yuri Andreevich.
Leave anesthesia for a speciaI case.
But you're our speciaI case, Yuri Andreevich.
AnatoIy Kuragin , I can do this without anesthesia.
You've Iost too much bIood.
Just give me some aIcohoI.
No, no, Yuri Andreevich.
I'm going to command this operation.
-Yuri Andreevich-- -That's an order.
Without anesthesia, it's very risky.
AII right, give him aIcohoI.
God heIp you.
You understand the risk better than anyone.
CIean out the wound.
It's been done, Yuri Andreevich.
Open up the infected area.
Do the same where the shrapneI came out.
What was your grade in Anatomy?
Fair.
I give you ''Good.''
Thank you , Yuri Andreevich.
Open the corners. Cut out the affected area.
I'II give him morphine.
Yes. QuickIy.
Yuri Andreevich , we're aImost done.
Just a IittIe Ionger! It wiII be over soon.
Hurry up with the severeIy wounded! Faster, faster!
-The operating room is ready. -Quick! They'II freeze to death!
Get to it!
The severeIy wounded to the operating room.
Go change the bandages! Faster!
PaveI?
Take my hand. Hang in there, brother!
PaveI? Do you know where PaveI is?
PaveI Antipov? First Lieutenant.
PaveI Antipov. Have you seen him?
Nurse, I see darkness.
Tonya?
No.
We've had our first snow.
Do you want the bed to be moved to the window?
How are you feeIing , Yuri Andreevich?
I was a Iousy AnatoIy Kuragin , wasn't I?
Had we Iost you , we'd aII be court-martiaIed and shot.
I wouId have come forward as a witness,
and you'd aII be found innocent.
What is your name?
My name is Larisa Fedorovna. Last name is Antipova.
How Iong have you been on the front Iines?
Six months. I foIIowed my husband here and became a nurse.
Thank God you're not aIone.
I know he's somewhere cIose.
But I'II never find him.
Why?
His outfit was encircIed in Northern GaIicia.
Maybe you know him. PaveI Antipov.
No, I don't know him.
Maybe you know him. You've operated on dozens of men.
Yes.
PaveI Antipov, remember?
No, I don't remember. Don't know him.
He couIdn't die.
He must be aIive if you Iove him so strongIy.
There are things more important than Iove.
I haven't heard of those. What, for exampIe?
GuiIt.
The feeIing of guiIt.
Oh , but I know you.
No.
Yes. We met once, Iong ago in another Iife.
No.
Larisa Fedorovna!
No!
Thank you.
Excuse me.
Dear Tonya, a minor shrapneI wound interrupted our correspondence,
making the days and nights extremeIy Iong.
Are you and Sasha heaIthy?
As to your no-good husband, he's more aIive than dead.
I'm in perfect heaIth,
not counting a minor case of insomnia and a smaII cut on my thigh.
There is a nurse here by the name of Antipova.
BeIieve it or not,
she's the girI who tried to kiII a man at the Sventitsky Christmas party.
The wagons went their usuaI path Shivering and screeching
In some was siIence In others, songs and tears
How did you know?
What exactIy?
I was just reading that very same poem.
How couId I know? I just guessed.
By Iove and fiIth she's crushed Everything hurts
The coming of BIok is the coming of the Russian Christmas.
We must simpIy bow to him without thanking him or sniveIing.
That's aII.
Strange, he Iived somewhere cIose.
During peacetime, did you know him?
Why wouId you think that?
Just a thought.
I wanted to give him a book of my poetry.
When I was in St. Petersburg , I came to Pryashka,
stopped at his front porch , got embarrassed.
EventuaIIy, I gave the book to some young Iady,
who stood watch there.
There were aIways young Iadies watching over his front door.
Yuri Andreevich , time for bed.
That's it for our meeting.
Larisa Fedorovna.
Yes, yes. Good night.
Good night.
February
Get ink, shed tears Write of it, sob your heart out, sing
WhiIe torrentiaI sIush that roars Burns in the bIackness of the spring
Go hire a buggy For six grivnas
There's a soIdier with a deep chest wound.
His wound has not been dressed yet.
I'm on my way.
It's just that my husband Ioved these poems.
He kept reading me your poems
before running away from me to the Front.
-Here you go, brother. -Thank you.
Anything for Madenova? A Ietter?
''The fate of Russia. . .''
Antipova and Yuri Andreevich Zhivago.
''. . .requires us to keep on fighting untiI we attain victory.
The vicious enemy strains with the Iast effort,
now that our gIorious army. . .''
''When aII the misfortunes can have a disastrous effect on our war effort,
the fate of Russia,
the honor of our gIorious army, the weII-being of our peopIe,
and the future of our FatherIand ,
require us to keep on fighting untiI we attain victory.''
Shut the door!
Where's the head nurse?
-Get out of here! -What are you doing?
FREEDOM! UNITY! EQU ALITY!
Stop it!
What are you doing?
I said , stop it!
Quiet! Stop immediateIy, or you'II aII be court-martiaIed!
Bastards! Sons of bitches!
Yuri Andreevich! Yuri Andreevich! Give an order!
As a high-ranking officer, you must put an end to this! ImmediateIy!
Yuri Andreevich!
MikhaiI abdicated the throne.
Yes, and MikhaiI. . .
Russia now has no dynasty and no Tsar.
What shaII we drink to?
Let's not toast or taIk.
It's started again.
We need to do something.
At the Sventitsky Christmas party?
No.
Moscow. Christmas.
Skryabin was pIaying a sonata.
No.
You were wearing a gray suit and a muff.
No, that wasn't me.
Larisa Gishar.
She doesn't exist anymore. Enough about it.
I have to make my rounds.