01x08 - The Exile

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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

Maria Andreeva as
Sophia Paleologue
Evgeny Tsyganov as Ioann III

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 Eight

There appeared
prophets in Russ

foretelling the upcoming
End of the World.

People were seized with
fright and despair.

Getting ready to die, they
stopped sowing, or feeding their
cattle.

Some waited for a deluge,
some - for a fiery rain,

others thought the earth would
burst open and devour them.

It was in the year 1492...

Could I be so wrong about you?

Maybe power blinded me,
and you betrayed me?

I'm gnawed by anguish and
emptiness, my heart refuses to
accept this.

I pray to God to give me asign
that will prove your chastity
and faithfulness.

And then I'll crawl on my knees
to you begging for forgiveness.

I'm sending you my love.
May God be your judge.

And here's two heads for you...

Allow me to stay
with you, Prince.

- Come, come.
- Allow me to share your grief.

Grief can't be shared. For
each - his own grief.

I'm scared to be alone
in my chambers.

Bring me consolation.

And I will bring it to you, too.

- What are you talking about?
- About my sadness.

About you being the closest
person in the world now.

All are strangers. Except you.

You know what.

Go back to your son,

my grandchild Dimitry.

He is no stranger to you.

After that potion of yours
he didn't even look at me.

Maybe Sofia's potion
was stronger?

You were her friend.

Sit down.

You were her friend.

You spent whole days near her.

Methinks you know her better.

Tell me.

Can the one

who created this temple

break the commandments
and k*ll a person?

If you are asking my
opinion, Grand Prince,

I am sure she is innocent.

None of us here questions
the pureness of her soul.

She loves you very much

and will never betray you.

I wish to believe you,

but I no longer believe

people or my own self.

Grand Prince!

Allow me

to ask you for something.

I'm pleading with you to release

the foundry master Pietro Solari

and to let him leave Muscovy.

Grand Prince, have mercy on
my friend and compatriot.

I can't imagine
what he did wrong,

but I'm asking you

to release him.

Let him go.

Let it be so.

- I got it first!
- Give it to me, Pietro.

I won!

You are the servant and
must do as I said.

I'll send you to the stables!

- I'll have you flagged! - Zoe!

To commit injustice is even
worse than to bear it.

You know who said that?

- Plato? - So you do know.

Still you mistreat the poor
Pietro. It is not fair. He has
won.

Yes, but he doesn't wear
a long skirt like mine.

And his legs are longer.

Lord teaches us to be merciful.

Lord teaches us to be merciful.
You are from the tsarist family.
And tsars pass judgment on the
Earth

You are from the tsarist family.
And tsars pass judgment on the
Earth

like Our Lord does in heavens.

Your Grace, may I read
books from your library?

- Of course. Why not?
- Thank you.

I hope they will teach
you a thing or two.

Vasya, why aren't you eating?

I want to go home to my Father.

You will go home.

Pietro.

The Grand Prince
has released you.

But you will have to go to Rome.

I need to see

Princess Sofia

before I leave.

She is not in Moscow.

Where is she?

I don't know.

Please, I beg you.
Find out where she is.

I can't promise that much.

Mother Superior, please.

Pass this letter to
Ivan Vasilyevich.

I want to intercede for our son.

Vasya is suffering here,
he wants to go home.

Is this what the
letter is about?

It is not sealed.

I am not going to
read your letter -

I will believe on
your bare word.

Thank you, Mother Superior.

Do you believe in the
End of the World?

No.

I only believe in
things one can touch.

Why are you sitting idle?

Don't you have to
be at the Mint?

Everyone is sitting idle
because the Grand Prince

is in his chambers, drinking.

And so am I.

- My lady.
- What are you celebrating?

Nothing. Just
healing my boredom.

I will heal you all right.

- We should finish our cause.
- What cause?

As long as Princess Sophia
is alive, we are in danger.

One day he'll change his
mind and will summon her.

She is behind the death of
the Grand Prince's son.

It is impossible!

Everything is
possible in Muscovy.

My lady presumes that...

- ...Princess Sophia is to be...
- Yes. And you'll do this.

No one will suspect you.
You brought her from Rome.

She trusts you.

My lady, do you know
what dismemberment is?

Fear not.

I'll say I sent you to
my father with a letter.

No one will think 'twas you.
My maid will confirm my words.

And what then?

And then the Grand Prince
Ioann will become my husband.

He will bestow his gratitude
on those as were kind to me

and will be merciless to
those who weren't helpful.

What an intricate plan.

But this job is not for me.

I'm a mint master, not a k*ller.

Bianca, be off with you!

Be off!

Ilincu...

Ilincu...

I'm seeing foul dreams

pushing me towards a mortal sin.

Daemons are torturing me,
giving my soul no peace.

Human soul is all-suffering.

Only fools live
without doubting.

Then I live like a fool.

I live amidst lie and
I sleep amidst lie.

- You're blaming yourself?
- Whom else?

I don't believe into
Light and Grace.

But I readily believe
into darkness and lies.

Such is my sin.

What do I do, Vladyka?

I feel the end of
the world is nigh.

We are not the ones
to judge about that.

Just don't let daemons
into your soul!

My greetings.

My greetings.

Pietro? They released you?

Yes. And where is
Princess Sofia?

She doesn't come here.
They say she was banished.

Farewell.

Pietro!

Last night the Grand
Prince was close to me.

And he will be even closer.

That is good tidings,
Your Highness.

You need a prince who
will be obedient to you,

so be it. But there is
one person on our way.

- Princess Sophia. - Yes.

Go to her tomorrow morning.

Go to her tomorrow morning.
I already told you.
I am not a k*ller.

I already told you.
I am not a k*ller.

I said my word, Freyr, and
I'm not going to repeat it.

The traveling letter.

With the Grand Prince's seal
you'll pass everywhere.

Don't you want to make this
journey yourself, scribe?

- They'll let you pass. - I'm
the chief ambassadorial clerk!

And this is a letter
from the Grand Prince.

You should hand it to the
Princess Sofia personally.

Do it!

If not, you'll never be
allowed to sit at this table.

Prove that you are on our side.

And then you'll have everything.

If not...

Don't tempt your fate.

There are things
worse than death.

Your travelling money.

Who is there?

- The Metropolitan is asleep.
- Let me in!

Metropolitan,

help me! I don't
know what to do!

- Metropolitan... - What
happened, Grigory Ivanovich,

that you couldn't wait
till the morning?

I lived for the sake
of my daughter.

I would think about her good
from morning till night.

But now she is no more.
And my life lost sense.

The fledgling grew
up and flew away.

Wait. But what do I do?

I wander around the
house, gazing about.

I always imagine
hearing her voice.

Save me, Metropolitan.

- Please!
- May God grant you consolation.

Why did He take away the one

I loved most?

It is for my sins.

I am a sinner, a big sinner.

The Devil has eaten me away...

...since long ago.

That was why God

took away my daughter from me.

I have committed most
terrible things!

You want to confess?

No,

I will just tell you.

I know who k*lled the
Grand Prince's son,

I know

who wronged

Princess Sophia.

I...

It was me who did all
this mischief...

I will tell you everything...

People are waiting for
the Judgement Day.

Many stopped sowing,

dropped their work in
workshops and smithies.

They flow to monasteries
for salvation.

The gifts to the Moldovian
Prince and his brothers

have depleted the
treasury even worse

than tributes to
the Khan used to.

The Novgorodian principality
does not pay tributes

saying they do not accept
Moscow's authority.

And it is not quiet
on the borders.

Lithuania can any
day, you know...

A messenger from the
Belozersky Monastery!

- Bring him in. - A letter from
Sophia Fominishna.

Grand Prince, I am not cross
with you or grumbling,

I humbly accepted your will.

But your son Vasily
is asking about you.

I dare not plead for my sake,
though I'm missing you,

but please come to see your son
who is unhappy without you.

Saddle the horses, we're leaving
to Belozersky monastery.

Our Sovereign Father! Your
son was poisoned by his wife

Elena Stefanovna.

The poison was
provided by Kuritsyn,

the clerk of the
ambassadorial prikaz.

They are spinning a conspiracy.

Fryazin is in their circle.
Me, too. And many clerks.

We fell into the nets
of Novgorodian heresy.

It's the devil's work,
the devil's work.

Is Princess Sophia
at one with you?

No, she is innocent.

She has always been by your
side. She was wronged.

They just planted
the poison on her.

Get everyone. Shackle them.

Subject them to inquisition!

- And this one, too. - Get him.

Father Sovereign, k*ll me,
k*ll Grishka Mamonov!

Father Sovereign, k*ll me
a rotten dog that I am!

Take them!

I am your Grand Princess!

You will all be ex*cuted!

You will burn in
flames, you dogs!

You recognized me?

You, bursting into the house
of an ambassadorial clerk!

Have you lost your head?

Watch out so that you
don't lose yours!

You son of a b*tch!

The bells in Novgorod ring
of a night by themselves.

And they sound as
daemonic voices.

In Rostov, a lake is
howling terribly.

Give way!

What things going on!

What are you fumbling?

May you drop dead,
you ugly otter!

Is it true we'll all be
saved at the monastery?

Of course it's true.

- Here's another one rushing.
- Give way!

Clear the way!

- Step off!
- You won't pass there.

The cart got overturned
on the road.

Vasya?

Where can my boy be hiding?

Vasya dear!

What did you come for?

I brought a letter.

From your husband.

A letter?

What is this?!

What are you doing?
You are not a k*ller.

I am so sorry.

Vasya!

Vasya, where are you?

Vasya, where are you?

- Mommy! - Vasya!

Where has she gone?

I will find you!

There is no running
away from me!

Gian-Battista della
Volpe never gives up!

I will k*ll you!

Sophia, wait!

You, Judas breed!

I will k*ll you!

Oh, my Jesus... Get up.

Mommy!

Damn!

You Judas breed!

Where is my sword?

Come here...

What message do I pass
to the Grand Prince?

Will you write an answer?

Run!

Help me!

Zoe, please!

- Run away.
- Forgive me, Zoe Fominishna.

Do you remember it was
me who brought you here?

- I taught you everything.
- Run and call for help.

You won't leave me
dying here, will you.

You won't leave me
dying here, will you.
Please forgive me
for everything!

Please forgive me
for everything!

Do your remember
your Italian lover?

He is down there.

Waiting for you. You
will join him soon.

Sophia!

Prince!..

The cannon founder. Was
released these days.

Father!

Princess Elena Stefanovna!

Boyar Grishka Mamonov!

Boyar Yurka Sterlyaga!

And also many
clerks and bondsmen

and accomplices, ambassadorial
clerk Fedka Kuritsyn among them
-

have fallen into the nets
of Novgorodian heresy

and conspired treason

against Ioann, the grand
prince of Muscovy.

And even worse - they acted
against Christian faith!

For such evil-doings

they are to be flagged

and beheaded!

Such is the ordinance of the
Grand Prince of Muscovy

Ioann, the son of Vasily!

May God keep you, oh our
great Father Sovereign!

Farewell, people!

Grant life to her.

No.

The child can't be
left an orphan.

She is to blame for
the death of my son.

I'm begging, have mercy on her.

The law is one for all.

Yes, it is so.

But you are the Grand Prince.

And you can pass
judgment on the Earth

like God does in heavens.

The Prince stopped the
execution. He was benevolent.

Your grandfather was called

the great gatherer
of Russian lands.

He had been bequeathed
the Orthodox Faith,

and so did he bequeath
it to his son

Vasily, your father,

for in as much it was said:

two Romes had fallen. And
Moscow is the Third Rome.

And there will be none other.

May it be so.

Ivan Vasilyevich, it's time.

Crowned to tsardom

is the Grand Prince of Muscovy

Ioann Vasilyevich,

and is thereafter to be called
the God-crowned, God-adorned,

most pious Autocrat
of all the Russias.

In the name of the
Father, the Son

and the Holy Spirit...