MOSFILM
CENTRAL PARTNERSHIP presents
in association with the Russian FederaI Agency of Cinema
a Studio ''COURIER'' production
OIeg Menshikov
ChuIpan Khamatova
OIeg Yankovsky
Andrei Kuzichev
Viktor SoIovyov
Igor Yatsko Boris Romanov
Maksim Averin Anton Khabarov
Directed by AIexandr Proshkin
DOCTOR ZHIVAGO
based on the noveI by Boris Pasternak
EPISODE 5
The maiI is here!
Do you have anything for me?
Hey! Stop!
Why are you in the operating room? Leave immediateIy!
Who wouId be Zhivago here?
I said , get out!
You have a Ietter from the Army Committee.
Leave it and be gone!
I'II Ieave it if you sign for it.
You need the signature right now?
After you've read it.
Read it pIease.
What are you doing?
''To Yuri Zhivago, Chief Surgeon.
I bring to your attention the decision of the ProvisionaI Army Committee:
aII medicaI staff under your supervision
as weII as aII patients that can waIk
have to wear red ribbons in IapeI buttons of their uniforms
during aII sociaI functions, incIuding weekends and hoIidays.''
Signed , the Head of the ProvisionaI Army Committee.
Here's the buIIet.
Can you sign now?
It's aII over now.
Soon , you'II be running around with a red ribbon
on weekends and hoIidays.
Where do I sign?
So, where do you get these red tabs?
No idea.
Water! Give me water!
Not now. You must be patient.
We can dye bed sheets.
How do you do that?
To get the red coIor, you need carmine.
It's going to hurt now.
How do you get carmine?
From cochineaI dye.
What's that?
CochineaI is a substance derived from insects.
We'II make do without insects, right?
-My dear, is your mother stiII aIive? -Yes.
And how does she paint her Easter eggs?
ExceIIent.
You'II be responsibIe for procurement of the revoIutionary coIor.
And now you'II get a bandage.
My kisses Iike water Take your sorrows away
Summer is here to stay
Mayakovsky?
Are you joking?
Are you sure it's not BIok?
It was in this thin book.
I can see it cIearIy, but I don't remember the poet's name.
Larisa Fedorovna, you must know.
Yuri Zhivago.
-Yuri Andreevich? -Our Yuri Andreevich?
It can't be.
It's a joke. A joke.
Our revoIution is the coIor of dirt.
Let's go. Let's go.
Look at your tears!
These are tears of joy. Tomorrow is a hoIiday.
RevoIution is not a hoIiday, and tomorrow isn't a HoIy Sunday.
It's time to take it out. It won't get any more red.
FREEDOM! UNITY! EQU ALITY!
LONG LIVE THE PRO VISIONAL GO VERNMENT!
And what opera is this from?
Stop it immediateIy!
I'II tear out his very souI , the bastard.
Out of the way! Coming through!
Brown ribbons. Why?
CouIdn't paint them red. CouIdn't find any cochineaI anywhere.
CochineaI , what is that?
You extract it from insects.
I hate insects.
AIIow me to introduce to you Mr. Zhivago, MedicaI Commissar.
Zhivago.
Zhivago, why are there so many crippIes?
There are 1 0,000 IocaI inhabitants here.
Most men are on the front Iines. The wounded. . .
This is a wretched town?
AbsoIuteIy, for the time being.
Deserters are abundant here.
And deserters are shot in any army.
We're going to move the wounded farther behind our Iines,
whiIe forming new regiments here for a decisive attack.
ReaIIy?
There wiII be yet another decisive attack?
Yes. It's the order of the Commander-in-Chief.
Why? Are you heIping the deserters?
Mr. Commissar, there are no deserters in this town.
And where are they? In the Z ybushino Woods?
Who is in charge there? Lazheyko? Zasheyko?
BIazheyko, a IocaI hoIy man.
-He works miracIes? -OccasionaIIy.
Does he reaIIy work miracIes?
PeopIe say different things.
He's been deaf and dumb since birth
and is abIe to speak when possessed by a spirit.
He waIks on water. In short, nonsense.
Nonsense?
According to our information , he has a hundred weapons.
We'II need to send an exterminating expedition.
An exterminating expedition? Did I hear you correctIy?
It wouId be best to send the Cossacks.
Cossacks? Terrific.
ExpIain to me how we are different from the NichoIas II regime.
Cossacks?
No! A thousand times, no!
I need to personaIIy meet BIazheyko.
What did he say?
He wants to meet BIazheyko.
I'm afraid we won't be abIe to assure your personaI security.
That's an order.
I am Commissar Gintse.
I have been authorized by the ProvisionaI Government
to gather forces for a decisive attack on the Northwestern Front.
Our victory and our future depend on this operation.
Our main objective is to fight sabotage and anarchy.
We won't aIIow 1 905 to happen again.
TroubIemakers and deserters wiII be court-martiaIed.
Anarchy and freedom are not compatibIe.
Hooray!
Our Nation , bIeeding with its Iast effort,
is trying to shake off the choking grip of the enemy.
You've aIIowed a handfuI of swindIers to take you off course.
You've turned into hooIigans, with no Iaw and no shame,
taking advantage of IawIessness.
My dear men! We're going to shoot aII who give in to chaos and anarchy
untiI we run out of ammunition.
When the ammo's gone, I wiII choke you with my own two hands,
so that afterwards, after waIking in bIood and suffering ,
I can saIute the survivors on the day of our victory.
And if I betray you , if I don't share with you the responsibiIity
for the fate of freedom and democracy, then hang me!
Stab me with your bayonets! Fry me aIive!
Hooray for you , heroes! GIory!
Hooray!
Stop here.
GentIemen , Iet's take a waIk.
Ride on!
And what are these ruins of Pompei?
This is a hospitaI , former property of Countess Zhabrinsky.
They say she's in St. Petersburg now.
I know her weII. She used to raise horses.
She's been arrested recentIy.
There, at the end of the park,
from your window, you'II see her stabIes,
now the officers' stabIes.
BeIieve me, this is the safest pIace to be.
Dr. Zhivago maintains strict discipIine.
What is this?
If you ruin the fabric, I'II shoot you.
I was just joking , brother!
I beg you , find a piano tuner as quickIy as possibIe.
Rest. Lunch wiII be served here, in the cafeteria.
Doctor?
Yes?
And what about ticks?
Nervous tics?
No. BIood-sucking ticks.
Oh. You'II find them in the woods.
I mean here in the hospitaI.
TheoreticaIIy, they can get in here by way of birds and horses.
There are stabIes nearby.
ExactIy.
You'II be guarding the Commissar's quarters.
Make us.
What's wrong?
Don't feeI Iike it.
What do you mean , ''Don't feeI Iike it''?
-He's a snake. -That's right, Anton.
It's an order.
No. We won't.
Let the Army Committee give us an order.
We don't take orders from you.
The oId times are gone. We'II do as the committee decides.
Right. IndividuaIs don't make decisions anymore.
If the committee give you an order, you'II carry it out.
If the majority passes a resoIution , we'II watch over him.
AII right, you're free to go.
Sons of bitches!
Let me send some crippIes here.
If they decIine, I'II cut their rations.
CrippIes won't do.
Better you and Larisa Fedorovna stand guard.
Yes, sir.
Are you serious about Larisa Fedorovna?
Are you serious about the crippIes?
Dead serious.
Then we understand each other.
What do you think, Yuri Andreevich?
Do you think the Commissar noticed
that I've been sheII-shocked and don't hear so weII?
What do you care?
We won't be abIe to handIe him. We'II Iet him sIip away.
What?
Wait!
What do you mean , ''Let him sIip away''?
Let the Kingdom of Heaven be an abode for you and your famiIy.
HeaIth and saIvation to you.
HoIy Christ, our Lord ,
before his pure Mother and aII of our saints and hoIy men ,
wiII forgive and save us, for He Ioves mankind.
Amen.
HeaIth and saIvation to you.
I've sinned , Father.
I'm guiIty of fouI Ianguage and impatience with others.
I did not observe Lent, and I faiIed to prepare myseIf for confession.
God wiII forgive you , son.
AIso, I'm unabIe to write home. I can't write my wife.
Not even a few words of comfort.
You're exhausted , Yuri Andreevich.
No. I can work and give out orders.
This is different.
I have a son now, see?
And it seems I don't even want to see him.
That's bad.
Do you have a famiIy photograph?
Yes.
Look at it more often. Remember your home.
Remember aII the best moments you had with your famiIy.
Warm your souI with those memories, and then write.
I can't do it.
It's worse for me.
I don't recognize my parishioners anymore.
To me, they aII Iook Iike miserabIe empty faces,
Iike something out of GogoI.
Some don't care to come to the service.
Ever since His Majesty abdicated the throne,
everything's gone awry.
I'm even forgetting the prayers.
-Lord , save my souI. -Lord , save my souI.
We need to carry out our work, then die in peace.
By the power granted to me by God , I forgive your sins.
This is what I think. Perhaps you want some other woman.
Me? No.
ShouId I give you a hand?
You scared me.
I have good news.
We're both going to stand guard at the Commissar's quarters.
He's here?
Yes, he's here.
And how is he?
He's a boy who wants to seem an aduIt.
I have good news for you as weII.
I want to Ieave the service.
What do you mean?
I have to return to Yuriatin. I have a daughter there, Katya.
It's horribIe when a chiId grows up with no parents around.
Why Yuriatin? You were Iiving in Moscow.
Nothing is waiting for me in Moscow.
Back home, I have a daughter.
I see.
I understand.
What are you doing?
I'm moving them.
Thanks, but you've messed up my arrangement.
When are you Ieaving?
As soon as possibIe.
Do as you see fit. I can't suggest anything.
Thank you.
I saw you in church , praying for your husband.
For his heaIth and for his souI to rest in peace at the same time.
Yes, for both at the same time. I owe him very much.
Why are you defending your own Iove?
I wasn't speaking of Iove.
Strange.
Don't you think this is aII very strange?
Why is it we're Iike underwater?
Like fish underwater? Like we can't taIk?
We're not bIind , either of us.
-Can you expIain what's happening? -Don't say another word.
Yuri Andreevich , dear.
I don't want to see you this way.
Be as I'm used to seeing you , ironic and happy.
Be happy and confident, or I'II go crazy.
Leave as soon as possibIe.
The question is,
wiII the new government be abIe
to guide the peopIe down the path to freedom?
You've seen that path?
GentIemen , I personaIIy don't see anything.
War is the road that wiII guide the peopIe.
It's obvious!
It's obvious onIy for the government.
You swore an oath , didn't you?
Yes, sir!
And so?
I'II carry out my duty to the end.
And you?
How can there be freedom in the army?
ExpIain that to me.
I read that commission was set up to investigate the crimes
perpetrated during the Tsar's regime.
Archives are now made avaiIabIe for research.
What are you doing there?
Nothing.
You think a criminaI regime didn't commit any crimes?
Something Iike that.
That shouId have been expected.
So, what's with your Zasheyko?
BIazheyko.
You haven't given up on the idea?
If the center of the deserters is in Z ybushino,
then it must be disarmed.
With bIood.
Without. Without.
Then you must go without bodyguards.
And without weapons.
We'II meet, we'II taIk, and perhaps they'II Iet us go.
I'II set the ruIes.
I beg you , make a decision.
Either we conduct a miIitary operation or peace taIks.
There is no third option.
If you go with weapons, everyone wiII get kiIIed.
They have a repubIic. That means they can do anything.
AII right, aII right. At Ieast give me a guide.
I can't go. They don't care for the miIitary committee.
I'II go.
WeII , they'II respect a doctor.
AII right.
Take aIong a Iot of candIes.
I'II arrange it with the Father.
And aIso bring bacon with you.
Yuri Andreevich , can we spare some bacon?
No. WeII , I don't want to.
We have to.
AIso, take a Iot of paper and penciIs, so he can write.
What do you mean?
He's deaf and dumb. I hear he has tubercuIosis.
Perhaps he'II die soon.
That's even worse.
If he dies,
the RepubIic wiII either stay in the woods or go after us sinners.
That's anyone's guess.
AII right, aII right. I'm not scared.
By the way, about the ticks.
They're easy to take out with sunfIower oiI.
Enjoy your meaI.
Thank you.
Remember GogoI?
''The trees swayed and spoke to one another Iike Ieaves of grass.''
I forgot you were a poet.
I used to Iove your poetry when I was in miIitary coIIege.
Do you write now?
HardIy ever.
Neither do I.
But I used to be decent before. Do you want to hear some?
Sure.
HoId on.
Oh, FatherIand
I'II take your curse Without compIaint
You have no history, no hands
You're a bitch But I am your pup
WeII? More?
I can't. I'm embarrassed.
Why?
Because my father was a Baron.
A Baron can't write poetry?
ExactIy.
OnIy a miIitary career and a position of sociaI responsibiIity.
''I'II take your curse without compIaint.''
You have something there. Honest.
Do you reaIIy think so?
Yes.
Thank you.
You're afraid.
Not a bit.
I have a bad feeIing , though.
My professor taught me to pray to my guardian angeI
before an operation or when trying something risky.
Where the heII were you?
Oh , HoIy AngeI , who watches over my wretched souI:
do not abandon me, a sinner, nor depart from me.
Leave no room for the eviI demon
to gain controI of me through the vioIence of this mortaI body.
-Good day, Iads! -Good day.
Warm greetings from the ProvisionaI Government
to the RepubIic of Z ybushino!
Shut your trap!
Go search him.
It's bacon!
Stop eating. Give it to me.
Who are you?
Commissar Gintse. Deputy of the ProvisionaI Government.
Check him out.
Give it to me.
And what do you want?
To taIk to Mr. BIazheyko about the current poIiticaI situation.
How do you know about him?
Everyone knows about him.
In Petrograd , he's aII they taIk about.
BIazheyko, The RepubIic of Z ybushino.
Kerensky and BIazheyko.
The most popuIar poIiticaI Ieaders.
And the other one?
This is our MedicaI Commissar.
Yuri Andreevich Zhivago.
That's him!
-The doctor! AIive! -Is it reaIIy you?
Yes. ReaIIy.
At the time when your homeIand is bIeeding , you , our nationaI heroes,
aIIowed your thought to be tainted by charIatans and swindIers
and deserted the fight for democracy and a parIiamentary system
for the warm beds of the town of Z ybushino!
Heroes! Giants!
We wiII shoot anyone charged with desertion
or iIIegaI possession of weapons
that are property of the IawfuI authorities!
Those who have not kiIIed or stoIen
wiII be forgiven and sent to the front Iines!
March forward!
Long Iive the ProvisionaI Government!
Long Iive democracy and freedom!
Disgrace to the Tsar!
Hooray!
I thank you in the name of the ProvisionaI Government.
Did you see? He turned his in.
You're stiII aIive? CongratuIations.
I guess we're both Iucky.
God knows I didn't want to, but there is no choice.
We must forcefuIIy disarm them.
There are Iots of sick. Fever, diarrhea.
ChoIera?
No, it seems Iike maIaria.
Can you beIieve this house was famous for its musicaI evenings?
The Zhabrinsky summer dacha.
Can you take us to Mr. BIazheyko for at Ieast five minutes?
ShouId we take them?
Yuri Andreevich!
Give me the candIes.
Don't cross yourseIves.
We bow to the Spirit, not to the cross.
How is that?
SimpIe.
We get together, and the Spirit takes hoId of us.
Even draws us to the fIoor.
We start to speak in tongues, and aII that.
And now that your Ieader is dead , what are you going to do?
We'II do fine.
We have a repubIic.
Get up now!
I am Commissar Gintse, Deputy of the ProvisionaI Government.
He doesn't hear anything. He's deaf and dumb.
Then write to him: in the name of democracy
you must compIeteIy disarm within 48 hours,
or we'II use extraordinary measures and resort to miIitary action.
He understood something.
He doesn't think with his head , but rather with the Spirit.
Then we're Ieaving.
My name is not accepted on this Earth.
The Teacher made it so that we don't need a name.
They say Christ wanted to take from the rich and give to the poor.
What is he saying?
He couIdn't do it. I do it now.
Nature can't protect these peopIe. I heIp them.
They caII me BIazheyko.
And we do not want to battIe, but wish that peopIe on Earth
take a vow to never fight and divide everything evenIy.
You come to me, ask me, and I wiII do it.
That is why they caII me BIazheyko the BIessed.
My dears, reduced to dust! You are puIIing us to your graves!
The Earth wiII teII you that a man was born ,
the Teacher of the peopIe!
He conquered nature!
He wiII not die! He wiII get rid of death!
The peopIe wiII keep dying from ignorance!
They haven't accepted Him!
Enough!
Leave me aIone!
Get out of here!
The car broke down.
The horses wiII drive your car. I'II give you a harness.
What are you waiting for? Get to work! We're not waIking back.
We're staying.
Do you Iike it here? Why?
We'II be free here.
Oh , Russia!
Burn it down with hot metaI , aII this nonsense!
LoyaI Cossacks wiII be here the day after tomorrow.
I've decided. They'II take care of this.
Right. Keep burning. UntiI there is nothing Ieft to burn.
There's nothing Ieft in Russia anyway.
''I don't Iike good-byes.
You weren't here today, so it was easier to Ieave,
without tears or fareweIIs.
Be weII. I pray to God we won't meet again.
Yours, Larisa Antipova.''
Get up! Get up!
Bastards!
You're supposed to watch the horses! Bastards!
Oh , HoIy AngeI , who watches over my wretched souI:
do not abandon me, a sinner, nor depart from me.
Leave no room for the eviI demon
to gain controI of me through the vioIence of this mortaI body.
I'm warning you. I won't be responsibIe.
Don't worry.
Make way!
You've gone mad!
Let go of me!
Heroes! Brothers!
I am Commissar Gintse, Deputy of the ProvisionaI Government!
I weIcome you to the Land of the Free!
Hooray!
What are you braying about? Go on , deaI.
You're rotting with the infection of anarchy and desertion!
Burn it away!
Don't shame the gIorious Russian Army!
It is your task to disarm Z ybushino deserters!
Yeah , right!
Stop this.
Leave me aIone!
Destroy the scum!
With your heIp,
we'II Iaunch a massive offensive against the West!
Hooray!
Shut your trap!
You're crazy!
Get away!
Are you aII Iike this?
Just that asshoIe!
Stuck-up agitators!
I represent the ProvisionaI Government!
I'm First Lieutenant Gishar. QuickIy, foIIow me to the station.
Gishar? What kind of a nobIe are you?
My famiIy has served Russia for 300 years and never given up!
Never!
Heroes! Giants!
You are no heroes! You are the scum of the Earth!
Bastards! Monsters!
What kind of democracy is this?
I hate you! I hate your ugIy faces! You disgust me!
You're right!
Say heIIo to the Lord , our heavenIy Father!