01x06 - Episode 6

Episode transcripts for the TV miniseries "w*r and Peace". Aired: January 2016 to February 2016.
"w*r and Peace" is an adaptation for TV from the book of the same name. Centered on a love triangle, the story revolves around five aristocratic families, set during the reign of Alexander I.
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01x06 - Episode 6

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Across the river, Russia. The time has come, gentlemen.

We're at w*r again?

Pa, let me enlist.

Absolutely not!

If you won't find me a commission, I'll run away and find one myself.

I've fallen in love before and I expect that I will again.

"A short time ago, I was able to be of service to Princess Marya Bolkonskaya."

It really does seem like fate, doesn't it?

Yes, it does.

Just to confirm, I have received a refusal from Countess Rostova.

Will you ask him if he can forgive me?

'No-one's as kind as you.'

No-one understands me as well as you do.

If you knew how... No, this is wrong!

We are fighting on our own soil now.

Look out! Get down, sir!



Napoleon's army has suffered a mortal wound from which he will not recover.

Do we go on the offensive?

No...we retreat.

Abandon Moscow?!

Abandon Russia's sacred capital without a fight?!

( Birdsong )

( Horse snorts )

At last, Moscow.

Here she lies in all her beauty, wide open to us.

With one word from me, she could be destroyed for ever.

But I will spare her.

And more than that, I will bring her justice, and show her the meaning of true civilisation.

I will be merciful with her former rulers.

I will say to them, "I come in peace. Your happiness is as precious to me as that of all my subjects."

This is the dawn of a new age in Russia.

( Smashing glass )

( Commotion )

Man: Thieves!

Thieves! Stop!

That's mine!

What are you doing?!

Get off!

( Man groans )

( Blows land )

( Grunting )

( Commotion )

( Blows land, shouting continues )

( Church bell peels )

Put all the silver in that one.

Everyone's leaving.

They're looting the shops and fighting in the street.

We have to leave now!

Let's not get ahead of ourselves, there's plenty of time.

There's all sorts of rumours flying around, but the Governor, Count Rostopchin...

People are saying he's left, as well.

What's happening?

Papa, we have to leave. Why do we always leave everything till it's too late?

Don't you understand? The French are coming now!

Oh, what's to become of us?

It's all going to be fine, darling.

Can I help?

( Men shout outside )

What do you want me to do?

Don't... Don't touch that.

( Hooves clatter )

( Man shouts orders )

( Silent trudging )

( She pants )

We'll re-dress those wounds, particularly...

Excuse me. Sorry.

Where have you come from?


Is there any way we can help?

Well, food and water, if you have any?

Of course.

Um, the wounded who can't walk, wouldn't it be better if they were brought in?

We've plenty of room. Would it be permitted?

You're very kind.

Forgive me, Your Excellency, are you permitted?

Should you not ask your father?

It's all right, he'll say yes, I know he will. Have them brought in.

Thank you.

Onward. Bring the horses inside.

Bring the wounded inside.

I don't know what to take and what to leave.

We should pack for Nikolai, too.

I wish he was here to say what he needs.

Oh, I think he has what he needs already.

Sonya, you know he loves you.

Yes, but what does that matter?

I can't imagine Nikolai loving anybody else.


Anyway, if anyone's going to be an old maid, it will be me.

No-one will want me after my disgrace.

You're still my friend, though, aren't you, Sonya?

I know I said some awful things to you at that terrible time.

Yes, of course, I'm still your friend!


Well, then, I'm happy.

You and Pierre, that's enough.

I do wonder what happened to Pierre.

Do you think we'll ever see him again?

Well, I can't imagine not.

No... Nor can I.

Oh, Sonya... What's going to happen to those poor, wounded soldiers when the French get here?

The French are not barbarians.

Well, perhaps we could take one or two of them with us?

We could make space. I'm going to ask Papa.

I won't allow it. Really, Ilya, you've brought us to the point where we're not getting anything for our house, and now, you want us to give up all our possessions, all our children's inheritance?

But if we can care for two or three of these poor fellows, Natalya...

It isn't our business to care for them, it's the Government's business to care for them.

The Government's gone, my dear.

Oh, so, you want us to abandon all our family treasures to the French, just to make room in the carriages for soldiers? No. No!

This is beyond your usual foolishness, this is...this is madness!

Mama, please, it's not abandoning everything, it's just things we wouldn't care about.

These are our things!

Aren't you ashamed of yourself?!


Do what you will.

Ruin us!

I give up!

( Natasha sighs )

( Bell peels in distance )

( Knocking )

( Chatter )

( Bell peels )

Take a last look at the old house, who knows when we'll return to it?

Never, no doubt.

Oh, I'm not so sure, things have a way of turning out for the best just when you least expect it.

Oh! Your blind optimism never ceases to amaze me, Ilya.

( Natalya sighs, he taps )

( Hubbub )


It's appalling. I can't look!


Wait, stop. Isn't that Pierre?

Please, stop the carriage!

Miss, we can't stop here.

Pierre! Pierre!

What are you doing? Why are you dressed like that?

You don't look yourself. Come with us. You can't stay in Moscow.

Yes, I'm afraid I have to.


There's something I have to do, something terrible.


k*ll Napoleon.




What's the hurry?

The French are here.

They're in the city.

( Man sings in French nearby )

( Singing continues )

Who the hell are you?

Who the hell are you, monsieur?

I'm Count Pierre Bezukhov. I own this house.


Capitaine Ramballe, Quatrieme Regiment de Chasseurs, a votre service, Monsieur le Comte.

I must inform you that your house has been commandeered in the name of the French Army.

Has it, by God?!

We're both gentlemen, monsieur.

I'm... weary of w*r... and hungry for a little civilised conversation.


Sit... and drink a bottle or two with me.

( Pierre sighs ) What the hell.

Capitaine Ramballe.

Is Napoleon himself in the city yet?

Certainement! He will be addressing the populace tomorrow evening from the steps of the Kremlin Palace. He is there now.

Tell me, Count, have all the women left Moscow?

I believe so.


All those who had the means to.


( Ramballe laughs )

I love women.

Women have been my life.

And I can tell you have known women too, eh?

( Ramballe laughs )

Just a month ago, I had the honour to save the life of a Polish Hussar.

And you know what?

He insisted on offering his wife to me.

( Ramballe laughs )

A very affectionate little thing, she was.

She wanted to run away with me, you know, but when I'd had my fill, I return her to her husband.

"Monsieur," I said to him, "I saved your life, and now, I will save your honour!"

( Ramballe laughs )

I must confess, I'm a romantic!

And I can tell, you are the same, my friend.

No, not quite the same.


I have a different view of love from yours and a different experience of it.

Yes, of course, I've known women. Many of them, I'm ashamed to say... but I have only truly loved one woman in all my life.


And she can never belong to me.

( Natasha groans )

What's this place called?

Mytishchi, I think they said.

Mytishchi, yes.

I hoped we'd get further, but we started out so late.

Sonya, come with me.


Please, let me help you.

May I help here? Is he very badly wounded?


He should have a room to himself, if that's possible, Miss.

He's quite an important person.



( Chatter )

Yes, I'll...I'll tell the mistress right away.

He'll have every care possible.

Look there, Your Excellency.

Back there.

That's f*re!

Moscow is burning.

( Chatter )

Poor Moscow...

Never mind, Excellency, they will put it out, no fear.

But...who's left to put it out?

Poor Moscow...

Our Dear Mother...

( Ramballe snores softly )

( Fires roar, shouting )

( Fires crackle )

Woman: Please! Please!

Please! Please!

Man: What's the matter?

My girl! Save her!

Help me, for the love of God!

My little girl, my youngest, she got left behind!

She'll be all burnt up!

Where did you leave her?

She's in there, God help her!

( Man shouts in french )


Come with me, you can get in round the side!


Hurry! Hurry!

Wait here.

( f*re roars and crackles )

Hey! A little girl, have you seen her?

( Child cries )

( Child screams and cries )

Oh, God! It's all right. It's OK.

( Child sobs )

I've got you. Hey...

It's all right. It's OK.

( Child wails )

It's all right.

There you are.

Where's your mother gone?

The soldiers moved them on.

Go that way, sir.

( Woman screams )

Hey! Laissez cette femme!

Here. Leave her alone!


Allez! Allez! Yargh!

( Commotion, shouting )


( Commotion )


Come on, then!

I'll fight you all!

( Soldier shouts in french )

( Pierre roars )

Assassin! Assassin et pyromane!

( Soldier speaks French )



( Pierre roars )

( His roars echo )

I think the whole of Moscow will burn down, Sonya.

It's such a terrible glow!


Your mother told me not to say anything, but I think you should know.

Know what?

Prince Andrei is here.

In this...

In this house?

He's in the back room.

He's very badly wounded. Too badly to see anyone, they said.

( Man splutters nearby )

Is that him?

No, no, that's the other one.

He lies very quiet.

Natasha, you'll catch a chill over there.

Come and lie in bed with me.

No, I'm all right, Mama.

I'll sleep over here on the floor.

Hey, miss, you can't be here.

No, let her stay.

It's really you.

( She sobs ) Forgive me.

I'm so sorry. Forgive me.

For what?

For what I did.


I love you.

You can't love me.

I love you more.

Better than I did before.

I was in the wrong.

It's for you... to forgive me.

( Chatter and bustle )

( Horse snorts )

( He knocks )

Oh, I thought you'd left.

I came to tell you that I've heard your brother is alive.

He's being cared for by my family. They'll be travelling to Yaroslavl.

They had to flee from Moscow.

Thank God! I must bring Nikolushka to see his father.

Yes, of course.

I would escort you, but I'm already late to join my regiment.

No, no, no, don't be silly.

Nothing ever happens exactly as one would wish, but...

I understand.

Bye, Nikolai.

Stay safe.

Say bye.

Where's Natasha?

She's not still with that man?

She won't leave his side.

Well, tell her to come and make ready, we have to move on.

She says that Prince Andrei isn't well enough to be moved yet.


Ilya, what are we to do?

Should we move on, or is it safe to wait a day or two?


Hard to say.

Er... I'll leave it to you, my dear.

I'm just going to step out for a breath of fresh air, see the goats, you know...

(Oh, my God! What are we going to do?!)

This has... broken him.

You know we're ruined, don't you?

We have nothing left.

Nothing at all.

Everything now... depends on Nikolai.


You understand me?

Yes, Countess, I understand you.

( She sighs )

( Bleating )

( 'Drumming' )

( Men converse in French )

( Man whimpers )

( Men whimper )

( Men groan )

( Soldier mutters )

( Wind whistles )

Presentez armes!

( Man mutters )

En joue!


( g*n )

Les deux suivants! Vite!

Man: No!

( Yelling )

En joue!


( g*n )

Non, non, non. Que le cinquieme!

( Prisoner screams )

En joue!


( g*n )

Ca suffit! Emmenez les autres!

Andrei: Everything's simple, really.

The world...

The world wants us to love it.

And it's not hard, it's easy.

I heard this little whispering voice... sort of little whispering music, and I realised it was a fly in the room.

And it wanted me to love it.

And I DID love it.

And I saw that one can love everything.

Don't talk too much, you'll tire yourself.

Am I talking nonsense?

I've been delirious, you know.

But I want -

I want you to know that I... I'm happy.

I saw him, at the hospital.

Who? Who did you see?

Anatole Kuragin.

My enemy.

He was hurt, and I was hurt.

And he looked at me... and I found that I loved him, too.

He's not so bad.

He can't help it, being like that.

And I'm the one to blame.

It was cruel of me to leave you.

It was cruel of me to break it off with you, I see that now.

No, please, don't talk like that, as if I were a child.

As if I had no responsibility for what I did.

I was wrong and I was foolish, and I didn't think of you, or how I was hurting you.

I behaved badly... and nothing can change that, nothing can make it right.

But we can forgive each other, can't we?

We can still love each other.

Now that it's all too late.

But it isn't, it isn't too late.

It's so strange.

I was thinking, if she could be here, I could tell her.

And here you are.

And I won't leave you. I'll never leave you.

'My dear Sonya.... Oh, Lord...'

Did I ask you to barge in?

Sorry, Your Excellency. But this letter...

All right, give it here.

Sonya: 'My dearest Nikolai, I am writing to tell you that I release you from our engagement.'

Oh, thank you, God!

'I know that your family wish you to marry Princess Bolkonskaya, that your family's welfare depends upon it. So, I beg you to consider yourself free, but to know that, despite everything, no-one could ever love you more than... your Sonya.'

Natalya: Sonya?


Sonya, we have to leave.

I say now is the time to att*ck Napoleon, while his divisions are scattered across the city, and his soldiers are preoccupied with arresting looters.

Those who are not looting themselves.

We could RETAKE Moscow, and secure a famous victory!


We do nothing.

Time and patience.

Napoleon will never survive the Russian winter.

In a little while, he will abandon Moscow, because he has no means of supplying his army.

Then, when he is retreating, we will att*ck.

Consider the advantage of fighting on our own ground.

( Clamour )

Your Grace, if I might propose...


Meeting concluded, gentlemen.

'This is beyond reason.'

They refuse to fight, yet they don't surrender and make terms.

What sort of men are they, that they would burn their beloved city to the ground, rather than accept my generous settlement?

Are they savages?

Do they want to go back to the Dark Ages?

I expected better of them.

I'm disappointed!

Ahem, sire...

Yes? What?

What with the disruption and the fires, we shall soon find we're running out of essential provisions.

And you think I don't know that?

I shall be glad to receive your solutions to these problems by noon today.

( Screaming, commotion )

( Muffled g*n )

( Yelling )

( g*n echoes )

( He breathes deeply )

Are you all right, master?

There are no masters here, I think.

I think you're right there.

Look like you've seen a bit of trouble.

I have.

Dare say you have, too.

Ah, we won't dwell on that.

You suffer an hour, you live a lifetime. It all comes round.

Don't have any worries here.

It's up to them lot to look after us.

( Dog whines )

Wait a minute.

( He coughs )

Good girl.

Come and meet my friend.

Here she is, little Sashenka.

Have you eaten today, master?

Here, you can have one of these.

And don't say I don't treat you kind, cos I do.

You'd share it with me?

Yeah, I would, why not?

And her, too.

Go on, take.

No, no, not like that, you won't taste it, master.


A little bit of salt.

Now, bit by bit, and savour it, master, you never know, this might be the last one you ever see.

Right, a little bit for you, miss.

Come on, sit up nice.

Sit up nice.

Good girl.

Good girl, Sashenka.

( He sighs )

Is it good?

( He chuckles ) It's very good.

Thank you.

Platon Karataev.

Pierre Bezukhov.

Helene: 'My dear Pierre - What is the matter with you? Why do you not reply to my letters? I know you would not wish me to be unhappy, and what I require from you is such a little thing, the work of a moment. All I need is a word from you agreeing that our marriage was never consummated. This will enable me to marry again. I know you would do this for me out of the Christian kindness of your heart. Dear Pierre, in eternal friendship and sincere regard, Helene. PS - this matter really is... quite urgent.'

Natalya: Dear Petya says he's enjoying army life, and he hopes very much to see some real fighting soon.

I don't understand, my dear.

It's from Petya!


Oh, yes, I see.
( Hoofbeats approach )

Someone's coming.

It's Princess Marya, and the little boy, Prince Andrei's son.

Come on!

Ah, mon enfant.

Oh, this must be his boy!

Princess, you are very welcome, very welcome. A sad occasion...

Forgive me - but he is here? May I see him?

But of course.

Why don't you sit down, my dear?

If you please, I would like to see him straightaway.

Yes, yes, sit down, we'll ring for tea, there's no hurry, really, no hurry...

( Both sob )

I'll take you to him.


How is he?

You'll see.

We were very hopeful. but there was a... change. Two days ago...

You'll see.

( Door opens )

Ah, Marya.

And Nikolushka, too.

How are you now?

Your health, I mean?

Well, as for that, you'll have to ask the doctor.

Thank you for coming.

So, here we are, all together.

Isn't it odd? This one taking care of me.

No, Marya.

No crying here.

Let Nikolushka kiss me, and then take him away.

I'm a little tired.

Hm... So like your mother.

Be happy, Nikolushka.

And make me proud of you.

I know you will.

( He clears his throat )

Come on.

Wait, Marya.

Let him have your icon, to remember me by.

Oh, Andrei, don't say that.

Do as I say, please.

Thank you.

Hey, come on.

( She sobs )

Oh, Marya...

( Both weep )

He's leaving us.

( Priest recites the last rites )

Marya: Is it over?


He's cold already.

Where's he gone?

Where is he now?

So, are your parents both alive?

Neither of them.

That's a shame.

Mine are still alive and well.

Any brothers or sisters?


Never mind, I'll be your brother while we're here.

It was a good job they took me for the army, then my brothers didn't have to go and leave their families.

Were you taken, or did you go of your own accord?

I went just to see what it was like.

I used to be a huge admirer of Napoleon - almost wanted to be him...

But when I saw what his ambition had done - so much senseless death and destruction -

I came to the opposite view.

That the world would be a better place without him.

I had this idea.... after Borodino, that I might assassinate Napoleon.

I thought it was my destiny.

And look at me now.

You and me, we're too tender-hearted for that game.

I've been in the army ten years, never k*lled anyone, or wanted to.

Look at little Sashenka.

She could smell your kind heart right away.

Dogs and cats, they know more than we do.

Gentlemen, with limited supplies and winter approaching, our position will deteriorate.

Convey my compliments to all the regimental commanders... and instruct them to make ready.

For what, sire?


( Steady marching )

Come on, everybody up! Get in line!

What's happening?

Leaving Moscow. Get in line!

Why not just let us go free? Less work for you.

And have you join up again and att*ck us?

No, we are stuck with you.

Worse luck for us!

You see, master?

They're prisoners, too.

Go, go, come on! Go!

Monsieur le Capitaine, look at this poor fellow - he can't keep up.

Can't he ride on a wagon?

He can march, or he can die. All stragglers to be sh*t.

Come on.

On! On! Keep up!

It's all right.

Look at this!

Oh, Moscow, what have they done to you?

Look at that poor fellow.

And they leave him like that.



Prisoners, stand here.

( He barks orders in french )

A la cote de la mur, tres bien.


Capitaine Ramballe!

Mon ami!

Do you remember me, my friend?

Look at that. Thieves!

There's nothing they wouldn't take.

( Soldiers wolf-whistle )


Hey, monsieur!

Leave a few for us!

Prisonniers! A l'ecoute!


Come on.



( Marching drums, trudging steps )

You must be patient, Contessa - two drops a day, no more, and nature will work its course, I promise you.

Is there really nothing else you can do for me?

Can't you see I'm desperate? I can't get married like this!

Pazienza, mi Contessa.

State calma, state calma - and all will be well.

I will come again to see you tomorrow.


I have other ladies to attend to now.

State calma, arrivederci.

(Duchess, did you see?)

( Whispering )


( Muttering, murmurs )

..We'll exchange letters.

Infrequently, you know how it is...


Excuse me.

Anna Pavlovna, I'm so sorry I'm late.

You must leave now, Countess.

Really, you never should have come.


Please, go now.


( Murmuring )

( She screams )

( She groans )

( She gasps )

( She pants )

( Coughing )

It's Borodino.

Were you here, brother?

I was.

Were you?

( Wind whistles )

She's happy anyway.

It's warmer down here out of the wind...

( He coughs )

You go on, I'll catch you up.

I'll wait with you.

Go on, go on.

Qu'est-ce qu'il se passe, la?

( g*n )

Get on, or you'll get the same.


( Sashenka whines )

( Trudging footsteps )

( Wind howls )

Andrei: It would have been terrible for you, you know?

To have to go on looking after me and suffering with me.

I wouldn't have minded.

To have suffered with you, that was the best happiness for me...

You didn't have to go. Don't you see?

I love you.

I love you, and now, there's no-one for me.

But I will remember you.

But not like this.


Yes, like this.

But also like...

( She sighs )

Nous pouvons reste ici?

Oui, ici c'est bien.

We could take them now.

Better to wait.

Let them make camp for the night. We'll take them at dawn.

As you wish.

I like this work.

Rich pickings.

Who's this, now?

What are you doing out here? You'll give us all away!

Sorry, sir, I didn't realise.

I have this letter for you?

I'm sorry, it got wet.

Give it here.

Tell him "no".

Colonel Denisov, don't you remember me?

Petya Rostov?

Is it you?

Yes! Of course!

How are you?

So, you're a real soldier now, huh?

Well, off with you, and tell your commander we do it our own way here.

Denisov, if you please?

Yes, what is it?

I have permission to join your squad, if you give your consent?

It's rough work for boys, you know?

I don't mind that, sir.

All right. We'll try and look after you.

This work, it's not death-and-glory stuff.

No heroics.

We work like the wolves do.

Watch, and wait, and pick them off at their weakest point while they're retreating.

Our job is to see them out of Russia and make sure they never return.

None of your crazy stuff with the boy now.

We need to send him home to his mother in one piece.

What do you take me for?

I have a mother, too, you know.

We need to know their strength.

I'll go down there, scent it out.

Up to you, if you want to risk your life.

I'll come with you!

No, you don't.

Let the boy come. Come on, son, follow me!

No, come back!

Damn you!

Remember, speak French or keep your mouth shut.

(In French): My God, your accent's diabolical!

Are they coming after us?

No. You did well.

Nerves of steel. We'll make a soldier of you yet.

Thank you, Dolokhov. And thank you for letting me come with you.

Good boy, you'll carry me well tomorrow.

Still awake, master?


Dolokhov and I went down to the French camp.

You're a brave one, master.

With Dolokhov, it's easy.

He's not afraid of anything.

Not even death itself.

He can handle himself, that Captain Dolokhov.


Yes, he damn well can!

Would you like some raisins?

They're very good.

Thank you, master.

Go on, take the whole bag.

I've got plenty more, I brought them from home, you know.

Would you sharpen my sabre for me?

It's got blunt.

Well, actually... it's never been sharpened.

Give it here, master, I'll put a good edge on it for you.

Thank you.

No heroics. Stay in the pack, follow me. Got it?

Yes, Colonel.

( Quiet chatter )

( f*re crackles )

( Thundering hoofbeats )

( Quiet chatter )

( Woodpecker clacks )

( Hoofbeats )

( Rumbling )

( Swords unsheath )


( Shouting, g*n )

( Yelling )

( Wet squelching )

( Clashing swords )

( g*n )

( Grunting, squelching )

( Yelling )

( Man groans )

( g*n )


( Shouting, g*n )


( Yelling )



( He yells )

( He sobs )

( He wails )

( g*n fade )

( Pained screams )

( He wails )

Francais! Laissez tomber vos armes!

A genoux!

A genoux.

On your knees!

( Thudding, man groans )

Surrender or die, it's all the same to me.

Prisoners, poor devils.

Let's have a look at you.

Weakly: Dolokhov! Dolokhov!





Let's get some help here!

Oh, oh!

( He pants )

Oh, my friend.

Oh, my friend.

( He gasps )

Oh, God, thank you.

( He weeps )

( He pants )

( Wailing )

Oh, my boy!

My boy!

Oh, my lovely boy!

( She wails )

( She sobs loudly )

( Silent trudging )

( Quiet murmurs )

( Knock at door )


Napoleon has left Russia, Your Grace.

We have our victory.

Nothing left to do.

( He chuckles )

Russia is saved.

Thank the Lord.

I'm so sorry, my love...

Shh, don't cry.

( He sobs )

But I've ruined you all.

No, no, no...

( Footsteps approach )

Close your eyes.

You should rest, Mama.


I'll stay by him.

No. He wants me by his side.

( Ilya murmurs )

( 'Priest sings a Russian psalm' )

( Male choir sings )

( They sob softly )

( They sing reverently )

( She sobs )

Is... Is anybody there?

( He groans )


So, I'm alive, am I?

Yes, Excellency.

How long have I lain here?

Days, Excellency.

The doctor said to let you sleep.

Captain Dolokhov has been here.

And Colonel Denisov.

I'm hungry.

Bring my clothes. Have I got anything to wear?

Of course, Your Excellency.

And bring me a barber.

( He sighs )

( He inhales deeply )

( Chatter nearby )

( She knocks )

I'm so sorry for your loss, Countess.

It must be very hard to bear.

I've been thinking about you all so much.

Princess Bolkonskaya.

( Running footsteps )

( Door opens )


( They sigh )

So, you're in Moscow now?

Yes, with Mademoiselle Bourienne and Nikolushka.

We seem like such a little family in that great gloomy house.

We take it very kindly that you came to call on us, Princess.

We used to have such a great number of friends, but very few have sought us out in our reduced circumstances.

Excuse me.

I wanted to express my thanks to Count Nikolai.

I truly believe he may have saved my life, you know?

I'll make sure he knows it.

And I was wondering, perhaps you could all come and stay with me.

We have so many rooms and I could ask your advice about all the improvements that need to be made in Moscow and at Bald Hills.

I hope you don't think it presumptuous of me.

( Natalya sniffles )

Have you no pride, Mother?!

What's the use of pride, Nikolai?

Princess Marya is our friend.

She has a generous heart and she has the means to help us.

Think of all the people our father helped when he was able to.

You may enjoy the prospect of her charity, Tasha, but I...I value my independence too much, that's all!

Well, I pray that you come to see things in a different light.

In the meantime, we WILL accept her generosity and you WILL pay her a visit!

Common courtesy demands that.

Is it because of me?

Is what because of you?

That you won't tell Princess Bolkonskaya that you love her and want to marry her.

No, it's because our family are paupers.


Yes, I do feel badly about you, Sonya. I...

Then, please, don't.

I always felt that we could never be married.

And she deserves to be happy, Nikolai.

You are too good.

How can you be so self-sacrificing?

Oh, because I'm used to it.



( Retreating footsteps )

( Market bustle )

( Footsteps approach )

My mother sends her compliments. Hopes you're well.

I'm quite well, thank you... in the circumstances.

How is she now?

She's bearing up, thank you.

She appreciated your coming to see her.

It was a great comfort to her.

And you?

You are well?

As you see.

Had to give up my commission, but that can't be helped.

You sacrifice yourself for your family.

That's...so good of you, and so sad...

No, really, there is nothing to praise.

I blame myself for my reckless conduct in the past and I deserve to pay for it.

Now, my mother and sister are to suffer for it, too.

I'm not worthy of your kindness.

I thought you'd let me sympathise with you.

We seemed... so close when we were together in Voronezh, and now something's gone wrong and I don't know why.

There are a thousand reasons why.

Our family has lost everything.

The w*r's over. I have no profession.

My poor mother, who has never wanted for anything, now has to darn her own stockings.

She's so ashamed. She can't even go out and face her friends.

My sister's life is over before it's scarcely g*n.

Then let me help you.

I have more money than I know what to do with.

Don't you see? How can I ask for your help?

People will say that I am a fortune hunter.

Nikolai, do you think I care what people say?

Look... you might have changed your mind... but, if you still feel what I think you felt when we were together in Voronezh...

I still feel what I felt then.

And, if you knew...

Tearfully: If you knew how long I've been waiting for you.

( She sobs )

Marya. Dear Marya!

( She laughs and cries )

( Street bustle )

Prince Vassily!

It's Pierre.

Pierre Bezukhov.

Ah, yes.

Of course.

How are you, my boy?

How are you? You don't look well.

She's d*ad, Pierre.

My lovely girl.

I know.

It's a terrible thing.

It's a terrible thing to have your children die before you.

I know I've done so much wrong in my life, but to take them both from me...

Both my lovely children.

I've wronged you, too, my friend.

Can you forgive me?

Of course.

Nothing to forgive.

Come. There's a chilly wind blowing.

Take my arm and let me walk you home.

Thank you.

Good evening, sir.

( Door opens )

I thought I should call to congratulate you on your betrothal.

Oh, thank you.

He's the dearest fellow, as I'm sure you know, and very lucky to have found you.

Oh, please. Don't embarrass me.

We were so glad to know that you'd been saved.

It was the only good news we'd had in such a long time.

Yes. Andrei....

That's a great blow.

Can you imagine, I knew nothing about him surviving the battle.

So, you were able to see him before he died?


And he often spoke of you, and always very fondly, didn't he?

So, you found him with the Rostovs?

What an ODD coincidence.

( They chuckle )

Was she with him...at the end?

Pierre, don't you see who's here?


Have I changed so very much?



No, I didn't see you. I didn't expect to see you. I...

I never thought I'd...

Very happy to see you, Pierre.

Yes. No, of course.



So, you didn't know of Helene's death?


No, she wrote to me asking to see me but I never received her letter.

We weren't on good terms, but such a death, without friends, without consolation, I feel so sorry for her.

So, you're a bachelor and eligible again.

( She laughs )

Yes, I suppose I am.

He was such an extraordinary little man.

He was just a peasant, you know, but he seemed to have grasped the secret of how to live.

He never worried, he took pleasure in the good things and endured the bad things cheerfully, and his little dog, how he loved her.

"She knows how to ask for love," he'd say, "and she knows to give it. What else can you ask?"

And he was right, I think.

So, now, I'm trying to live like him. Is that ridiculous?

No. No, it's not ridiculous at all.

Tell us more about him. Tell us ALL about him.

I should go.

I've kept you up far too late, but... might I call again...soon?

Of course. You'll always be welcome.

He's such a dear friend.

But, now, it's as if...

I don't know what it is. It's...

It's as if he's fresh from the bathhouse, all pure and clean.

Not just on the outside, but on the inside, too.

I knew he had a true heart the first time I met him.

( He sighs )

( Hoofbeats )

( Market bustle )

Princess, help me. I haven't slept a wink.

What am I to do? Has she said anything? May I hope?

I know I'm not worthy of her... but I've loved her so long.

Tell me what to do and I will do it.

Well, I think you should ask her yourself.

I'll go and fetch her.

( Retreating footsteps )

( Footsteps approach )

Dearest Natasha... I know I've been a clown and wasted my life, but I have to ask you...

Say no, and I'll go to Petersburg and never bother you again, But... do you think you could love me?


Yes, I could.

Yes, I DO, dear Pierre.

( They laugh )

( Chattering )

Oh, Nikolushka! How tall you've grown!

I think you're going to be taller than your father.

I hope not. I'd like to be EXACTLY the same height as he was.

Oh, wow! Really!

Ah, is she fast sleep?

Where's Pierre?

Here he comes.

( All chatter )

Did you help Daddy pick these?


Will you read this so we can argue about it?

Will do.

Hey, do I get a kiss on your name day?

'They say sufferings are misfortunes, but if I was asked, would I stay as I was before I was taken prisoner or go through it all again? I would say, "For God's sake, let me be a prisoner again."'

Come, let's sit and eat and give thanks for our good fortune.

'When our lives are knocked off course, we imagine everything in them is lost... but it is only the start of something new and good.'

( Chattering )

'As long as there is life, there is happiness. There is a great deal. A great deal still to come.'
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