01x07 - Novgorod Obeys

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TV Channel Russia presents

TV Channel Russia

'Moskino' Production Company

Supported by the Ministry of
Culture of the Russian
Federation

Supported by Defense Ministry
of the Russian Federation

present

Maria Andreeva as
Sophia Paleologue

Evgeny Tsyganov as Ioann III

Nadezhda Markina as
the Grand Princess

Pyotr Zaichenko as
the Metropolitan

Boris Nevzorov as
Grigory Mamonov

Giuliano Di Capua
as Ivan Fryazin

Director of Photography
Denis Alarcon Ramirez

Art Director Evgeny Kachanov

Costumes by Natalya Saltykova

Make-up by Anastasia Esadze

Edited by Igor Litoninsky

Music by Artem Vasilyev

Produced by Ekaterina
Zhukova Maria Ushakova

Directed by Alexei Andrianov

SOPHIA

Episode Seven

The free city of Novgorod

has finally and completely
submitted itself to Moscow.

Moscow is no longer obligated
to pay tribute to the Horde.

The Grand Principality of
Moscow is expanding its borders.

You will have ovens here, here
and here, for even heating.

This is the same way your
masters cast church bells.

-Do you regret you've stayed?

-Not at all, My Lord.

Would you care to have
a look at the cannons?

-Zoe! Wait!

-I cannot speak with you.

I have spent years on
trying to get here.

I am married.

-We are waiting for you,
Sophia Fominishna.

-Signor Fioravanti.

What you have done
here is majestic!

-I'm glad to serve you,
Grand Princess.

And I am happy that you achieved
what you were dreaming of.

-My Lady.

Being in a family way makes
you even more beautiful.

-Do you wish to ask
something of me?

-Not ask. Share.

-Please do.

-The foundry master's
apprentice...

And Princess Sophia.

-Did you see them yourself?

-I swear upon my honor, My Lady.

-This means we must help them.

Two loving hearts must
be joined together.

-My Lady. I am your friend.

I shall do anything you ask.

-You know what must be done.

What are you doing here?

Waiting for you.

For us?

Yes, for you;

for you both!

Be careful.

When was the last time
you visited a temple, eh?

I am weak, My Prince.

Your child eats too much.

And you should visit
your Father more often.

Are you kicking me out?

No, My Prince.

I have a headache.

I want to sleep.

Would you mind?

If you do not need this...

I shall take it.

And this too.

Good day, Signor.

Do you know who I am?

I do.

I am a friend of
Princess Sophia,

which means I am
your friend as well.

I do not see the logic.

There is logic here, Signor.

True love cannot be hidden.

I do not understand.

Listen.

The Princess' husband
makes her unhappy.

She urgently needs support.

Perhaps you are precisely
the man she needs...

I do not think so.

You are mistaken.

I can arrange a meeting for you.

I do not need a meeting.

She does.

Not just meeting but help.

Is she in danger?

Write a letter to Sophia.

She has to know that
she can count on you.

Then, I can arrange
for you to talk alone.

Think on it, Signor Pietro.

I will come back for
the reply tomorrow.

Have a good day, everyone!

I will come back for
the reply tomorrow!

I had a dream about my Son.

About Yury, God rest his soul.

He smiled and laughed.

And waved at me.

Beckoned me.

Your Grace, what could this be?

A sign?

When I woke up in the morning,
I was all in tears...

Well, My Lady, if you
woke up in the morning -

this is it.
This is the main sign.

Get up and keep on living.

And never say such things to me.

Despondency, or acedia,

is a deadly sin.

Yes

This new age.

I have no knowledge of it,
no understanding.

The new age is meant
for new people.

When will you bring your
great-grandson to be christened?

Pretty soon.

Now, this is good.

See, you are having
a great-grandson.

And you're saying you have
lingered here too much...

Keep on living,
keep on rejoicing!

-God keep you, Your Grace!

Come on, come on...

Is the Young Princess also
a part of the conspiracy?

This is not a conspiracy.

Not a conspiracy at all!

All we want is renewal.

Unfortunately,

not everyone understands that.

But fortunately,

the Young Princess

does understand it.

She is one of us now.

Renewal.

But what do you really want?

To take away all
land and property

from the churches
and monasteries

and give it to the Crown.

And to explain to the Prince
that this is the right thing.

-When the Prince needs help,
he must consult not

the icons on the wall but the
knowledge of the wise men.

Do you truly believe
that the Grand Prince,

born and raised Orthodox,

will so easily agree
that all of his life

is commanded by the
orbits of the stars?

We believe that you

will help us to
convince the Prince.

But we have two Grand
Princes by the moment.

Which one needs convincing?

The older, obviously.

And the younger is no support
to you any longer, then?

Our true support

Is you, Princess.

Our support and hope.

The Grand Princes must heed
the wise men's counsel.

And our Prince Ioann Vasilievich

does not listen to anyone.

Except his wife

Sophia.

All flows.

All changes.

Nothing stays.

Excellent!

No fissures, no cracks.

Have you written
that letter, Signor?

-No. I shall not write it.

Why?

Do you not wish to meet
with the woman you love?

I would kindly ask you to leave.

Fool. She loves you.

To abandon her is to betray her.

I see that betrayal is
something you know very well.

I will have you know, Signor,
that I am a nobleman.

I do not doubt that, Signor.

Farewell.

The Master believes that the
tube is not wide enough...

He wants to expand it
with cold rolling...

Might I speak, Grand Prince?

Speak up.

Grand Prince!

I have finished my work.

Now the foundry workers
will manage without me.

Allow me to go home.

You say you have
finished your work?

You have barely started.

Until you have taught ten of
my local masters to your craft,

you will continue living here.

So go on...

Forgive him, Grand Prince.

Mother Untainted,
Mother Most Pure,

Mother Eternal,

The Ever-Virgin, The Unwedded
Bride, The Mother of Christ,

The Lady of Our World and
the Source of My Hope!

Help me, your humble servant,
in this hour,

you who from your blood
most pure have birthed

Our Lord Jesus Christ,

praise be for all
eternity. Amen.

Be merciful to me in
your Motherly prayers;

you who saw your Son condemned

and wounded your heart
with the weapon of woe,

wound my heart with
your Divine Love.

You who wept in sorrow, in
bonds and in humiliation,

give me your tears
of grief, Amen.

Praise be Our Lord.

Come in!

Well!

My Lady, Maria Yaroslavna.

They are asking you to come
to Elena Stefanovna's chambers.

To see your grandson!

Thank God! At long last!

He has taken pity
on the old woman.

Let's go, hurry now!

My cane, give me
my cane, come on!

Oh, thank God!

Why is he so small, eh?

Looks like a worm...

You, that's who he looks like!

A father before the
birth of children

is like God before
the birth of man.

Praise be Our Lord!

Dmitry!

Yes, of course.

Thank you for my
grandson, Princess!

Look who's here.

Oh my!

The future mighty hero!

Family resemblance.

I would bet you were not as
pleased to see your own children

And what were you expecting?

I have survived long enough
to see my great-grandson!

I have already picked out
a town to gift to him.

Not Moscow, I hope?

How to put it better?

"I am suffering from love"
or "I am dying of love"?

-"I am reveling in love".

Ah, but you see,

this letter is being written
by a very unhappy man.

What for? And to whom?

None of your business.

Well then. "My Lady!" No.
"My Goddess" sounds better.

"My Goddess! I cannot
forget our meeting.

I want to hold you tight again.

Please, give me some hope.

I love you.

And I know that you love
me as well. Your friend".

That sounds nice.

The Italian language

is the most exquisite tool
for seducing women.

Seduce me.

What's the matter?

Is there anything about
you that I do not know?

No. You know everything.

Do not be so hasty
with an answer.

I do not understand you.

It is all lies.

I have seen you
and him together.

Pietro and I were
acquainted in Rome.

That was long ago.

And now I am your wife.

And the mother of your child.

I love you. I swear to God.

I have seen you and him!

I have seen the way
you look at him!

What am I to do to
make you believing me?

You will remain here.

Locked up.

Until I learn the truth.

What, you said, was the purpose
of your visit to Moscow?

You know my purpose.

I am a foundry master.

A member of the Milan
Weapon Smiths Guild.

I was invited here...

-How do you know
Princess Sophia?

I was a servant at the
house where she lived.

Since then, there has been no
connection between her and me.

The letter!

Why did you write
her that letter?

I wrote her no letters.

We only had one
meeting, we talked.

She asked me about Rome.

About our old friends.

-Your old friends?

So it means you are
an old friend of hers?

No, no, no!

I am no friend of hers.

The Princess and I,
we are strangers...

I have done nothing wrong...

Miron!

This here fellow says that
he has done nothing wrong.

That's what everyone
says, Fyodor Davydych.

I am innocent.

-God be with you.

Wait! Wait, stop, I am innocent!

When will I be allowed
to see my child?

When you confess.

To adultery?

To deception.

Summon your people,
Grand Prince,

and judge your wife!

Be quiet.

Or else what?

You will toss me in your cellar?

Like your brothers?

Am I your enemy now?

Gavrila of the Emelyanov family,

a merchant from Kaluga.

My Lord!

Do not allow this
madness to continue!

The Lithuanian guard is
strutting through your land

like it was their own back yard!

I have already been told.

This shall be no more.

We have already sent
word to King Casimir.

Do not be angry at me
for disobeying you.

But King Casimir is dying...

And has already divided his
realm between his sons.

And they have no firm
hand to guide them,

so they do whatever they want!

We brought grain to trade in
Toropets, the last we had.

And they burned all our grain;
that's what they did.

And tossed all my fellows
into the fire, still alive.

This cannot be allowed,
Ioann Vasilievich!

It cannot.

Please, My Lord, protect us.

Well then,

it is your turn now,
Fyodor Davydych.

Call for your men.

Go.

We've united our lands

not to fall prey to
thieves and ruffians.

As you wish, My Prince.

If you catch the culprits,
punish them.

The way you choose.

Why, today people have
no fear of God or death.

The End of the World is upon us.

Go. Good luck!

Come on, go, hurry up! Get out.

Have you dealt with
the cannon maker?

He is being tortured.

With the wheel, the fire.

Doesn't say anything.

If he were guilty, he would
have confessed long ago.

Cease the t*rture.

I do not wish him to die.

Tell him that the
Prince is merciful.

And lock him in the dungeon
for the time being.

And tell Nastya that
I will return soon.

You take care of yourself!

What are you talking about,
Grigory Ivanovich?

I am scared for you,
Fyodor Davydych.

I have not perished
at seven wars;

God willing, I wont
at the eighth either.

-Fyodor Davydych!

Fyodor Davydych, wait!

Fyodor Davydych.

Why haven't you
said goodbye to me?

But what are you doing
out here in the rain?

I was embroidering
a scarf for you,

but had not time to finish.
Take it as it is.

I must go now, sweet Nastya.

My druzhina is waiting.

And you go in, run indoors.

Come on.

God keep you!

Ivan Ivanovich, it's not allowed
the Grand Prince has forbade it.

He will cut your head off.

-I am allowed to!

Good evening, My Lady.

Good evening to you,
Grand Prince.

What's this?

I've got a son.

So, we are celebrating...

I've talked to Father
on your behalf.

So that he might let you out.

On this grand day and all.
But you know him.

Thank you for asking.

Are you angry with him?

He is my husband.

It's not about any
anger at all...

He will forgive you.

Everything will change soon.
Trust me.

To your son.

To Prince Dmitry.

I cannot let you go...

But if you have anything
else to ask...

I do.

I want to be allowed
to see my boy Vasili.

Good. I give you my word.

Thank you, Grand Prince.

How is Elena Stefanovna?

She is well.

Although I think that she
does not need me any longer.

-I would like to
warn you, My Lady.

We have been joined
by Boyar Mamonov.

-Boyar Mamonov...

Can he be trusted?

I know him to be the most
cunning man in Moscow.

Leonardo of Florence, a
great master and wise man,

spent a lot of time
dissecting dead bodies.

And cut apart over
three hundred corpses...

Leonardo further writes that
all people are the same

on the inside and are made
out of the same parts.

Grand Prince.

Have you come to
listen to my friends?

Are these your friends?

Yes, My Prince.

Oh, I remember you.

You are that scribe we
relocated from Novgorod.

And so are you.

Grigory Ivanovich,
do not leave us.

You what -
practicing black magic?

Goodness no, Ioann Ioannovich.

These books are now read by
all those enlightened.

From Naples to Vilnius.

From Kiev to Novgorod.

What kind of books
are those that you

have to read them at
night and in secret? Eh?

We do not have any
time otherwise;

our duties take up
all of the day.

So we have to read at night.

Mommy!

My boy!

My boy... my baby boy...

Father says that I am
not a baby any more.

Of course. Of course.
You are a big boy.

Why do you sit here every day?

And never go anywhere?

I have a lot of important
things to do right here.

I read a lot.

-I don't like reading.

I like riding horses.

You should like both.

How's your father?

Do you talk to him?

Does he come to visit you?

He comes every evening.

-Every evening?

What do you two talk about?

I can't tell you.
That is men's talk.

I understand.

Tell me, what else do you do?

We were going to see you,
Grand Prince, oh yes.

We wanted to bow
down at your feet

first thing tomorrow morning.

And we have met to
consult each other...

Bow down at my feet?

But of course! My Prince!

We cannot live like
this any longer.

They say that by winter,

the Fires of Hell will
rain down on The Earth.

And our world shall cease to be.

So what is it you want,
Grigory Ivanovich?

Even if it does happen,
surely you do not think

you might stop the
world from ending?

But Grand Prince,

because of this, the people

have lost their will to live.

Those who once would
work, do not work.

Those who would
plough - no more!

They do not plough.

Nobody knows what we are to do.

So we have decided

to look through
some of the scrolls -

there, in the scrolls,

the wise men might have some
advice to give on the matter.

-The scrolls.

-Exactly.

And how many more of you are
there, you scroll-readers? Eh?

We all are before
your eyes, My Prince.

Does Ioann Vasilievich
know of this?

No.

If no, then go to him.

What are you saying, Ioann
Ioannovich, Our Gracious Lord!

We are afraid of
the Elder Prince.

He'll lock us up in the dungeon.

And we will meet the
End of the World

on a torturer's rack.

And what if I

lock you up just as well?

Eh?

Me too?

Let us go, My Lady
Elena Stefanovna.

Have a little talk.

And you go on without us.

What bloody dog forgot
to lock the door?

Well then?

Scroll-readers?

This is not good at all.

What are you doing?

Do you want to lose your head?

No, My Prince.

You have gotten entangled
in an evil plot

behind your husband's back!

You will be charged
with treason!

These people are right.

These people are swindlers

Like none before them!

You do not know them!

That Fryazin has tricked
the Pope himself!

Mamonov has been a Head Boyar
in the courts of three princes.

Just stay away from them all!

Yes, My Lord.

Let us go and tell my
Father everything tomorrow.

Very well.

But that will be tomorrow...

But today is not over yet...

This is not good.
Not good at all.

Where are you off to?

We have to go.

No, stay here if you please.

This is what we do.

Write a petition and tomorrow,

early in the morning,
we all get together

and hand it to
Ioann Vasilievich.

If we manage to make it earlier

than the Young Prince.

Then maybe we can
eel out of this.

And if we do not, well...

Take it serious!

If any of you does not come -
out of cowardice -

he shall be the one
we put blame on.

Am I clear?

-Quite clear.

-Go off then.

So which one of you, dogs,
forgot to lock the door?

That does not matter now!

What is the point!

Take a quill, Fyodor.

And start writing that petition.

This may be the last
time we see each other.

There you go -

The petition.

-My Lady!

-What are you doing here?

We all hear that Prince Ioann
Ioannovich is feeling unwell.

Here is some medicine for him.

Have you lost your mind?

Perhaps.

What I do not want
to lose is my head.

Do you want to lose yours?

He is my husband.

You are young and beautiful.

Your father will find
you another husband.

No. Get it away from me.

I cannot do this. I will
just talk him out of it...

-That is impossible.

Take it. Or tomorrow all
of us will be on the rack.

I will manage on my own!
I will talk him out.

No, you won't.

The son is exactly
like his father...

Hey, Dmitry Ioannovich,
look what I have here, eh!

Put it down. It's not a toy.

Our Mama is strict, isn't she?

Let's not make her angry.
All right?

Because we love her.

Look how pretty she is. Yes?

And she loves you and me, too...

though she doesn't show
it sometimes, does she?

God alone knows
what she is lacking.

She seems to have
everything she needs,

and yet keeps sulking.

Pour me a drink.

Get ready!

We are going to see
my Father today.

When you are the prince,
listen only to your father.

And to yourself.

Do not listen to anyone else.

This is what my Father
has taught me,

and this is what I
will be teaching you.

Never listen to anyone.

Can I give him kvass?

No!! He can't have
anything but milk.

Vanya!

Vanya!

Vanya!

Those guilty shall
be punished by God.

And me, I do not care
much for anything now.

His Grace said that there
is a cell ready for me

at the Alekseevsky Convent.

Do not visit me, any of you.

I do not want to see anyone.

I do not want to know anything.

Just keep your old
mother in your memory.

I have always loved you most

and I will keep loving you.

Swear to me, my boy,

that you will live in
peace with your brothers.

I swear.

Protect our Orthodox Faith.

Do anything else you want,

but protect the Faith

for it is the only thing
that keeps us alive.

Remember this, Grand Prince.

The Faith is the only
thing that keeps us alive.

May Lord Jesus keep you.

We found this in
Princess Sophia's chambers.

We sent it to
Nazary the Healer...

He says it is the same poison

that was used to
k*ll Ioann the Young.

And what do you think of it?

Forgive me, My Lord.

We cannot advise you
on such matters.

You should decide for yourself
how to get to the truth.

Yes, Ioann Vasilievich.

You should decide for yourself.

She is your wife, after all.

Who would benefit
from my son's death?

Princess Sophia has
already benefited.

That is true, Grand Prince.

Princess Sophia has benefited.

Her son is now the only
Heir to the Throne.

So what now?
Send her to the rack?

Maybe just threaten her?

So that she confesses...

t*rture and question her.

The Security of the Throne
outweighs all else.

-I agree.

If we feel sorry for her now,
we shall drown in blood later.

You fools, are you insane?

Do you realize who you want
to t*rture on the rack?

That is unacceptable!

The wife of the Grand Prince?

What is the point!
Come to your senses!

I am sorry, Ioann Vasilievich.

But on this matter,
I shall give you no counsel.

Well, he was a man of w*r,
old Fyodor Khromyi.

Spent his whole life fighting.

He would have gotten
k*lled sooner or later.

It's too bad, of course.

But there are other
fish in the sea.

I will have no other.

God does not want
me to get married.

I will become a nun.

I have decided.

She has decided,
she has decided!

Who was asking
for your decision?

Just think what you
are talking about!

I make decisions here!

I am sorry, Grigory Ivanovich.

This is not your decision
to make. It's hers.

I am her father!

And I am her spiritual advisor.

I have given my blessing
to your daughter's choice

to become a nun.

But... how could you,
Your Grace...

Accept this.

But she is all I have!

Was this really what I
raised her for, Your Grace?

How can she be a nun?

You need to get married!

Married!

You need to have children!

A family! A home!

Nastya, don't you love me
at least one bit? Nastya!

I do love you...

I am sorry.

What have I done
to deserve this...

Where is my Grand Prince's nose?

Where is my Grand
Prince's mouth?

I understand your
pain, yes, I do.

But answer me:

how do you know that Ioann has
visited Princess Sophia of late?

Why, I heard it from him!

He came to me and said;

well, I have visited
Princess Sophia.

And Bianca, my maid,
was there too.

She saw it with her own eyes.

It's pity Mother is not here.

She would have told
me what to do.

-This is God testing
you, Grand Prince.

Have I not had enough tests?!

That is not for me to say.

God is sending you these
trials to make you stronger.

Just believe.
And live on, believing.

They say the Last
Days are upon us.

Soon we will be devoured
by the Flames of Hell.

And all shall be no more.

When we do get devoured,
then we'll talk.

And now is not the time

for waggling our tongues idly.

Do you yourself truly
believe that my wife

could have poisoned my son?

I don't.

I do not believe it either.

But I may be mistaken.

And me, what should I do?

Listen to your heart.

It will tell you what to do.

Can you do that?

Yes, you can!

And then do as it tells you.

And another thing.

So that it does
not distract you.

Do you embark on the
journey to serve Our Lord

of your own sound
mind and free will?

Aye, I go with God, Good Father.

Will you endure all the sorrows

and hardships of a nun's life

so that you may enter into
the Kingdom of Heaven?

Aye,

I go with God, good Father.

Do you, of your own free will,
reject your old worldly life?

I do.

As a sign of your rebirth,

you shall now forever shed
your worldly clothing,

as you shed your old self,

and accept the new clothing
before the Holy Scripture,

as if it were from the
hands of God Himself,

becoming a new self.

Pack the trunks.

The Grand Princess is leaving.

Where to?

To a convent.

Hurry up!

Think of what you're doing!

After Prince Yury had died,

I was all the same accused
of causing his death.

But you did not believe in it!

Why do you believe now?

Pack your things.

Stop!

Stop it!