01x04 - The Horde Comes

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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 4

Russia, split apart and
drained by incessant feuds,

is still under the
yoke of the Horde.

Many princes have tried
to free their land.

But only Grand Prince Ioann III

will finally be able
to accomplish this.

Good day, Signor.

Sophia Paleologue,
Grand Princess of Moscow.

Greetings, Signora.

My name is
Aristotele Fioravanti.

Signor Fioravanti,

everyone in your entourage
has private chambers
prepared for them.

And a meal as well.

Please, be my guests.

-O, Signora...

Grand Princess...

Allow us to take a liberty...

We would like to inspect
the site straight away.

Of course.

Come.

Good day to you. Sister Zoe.

Here everyone calls me
"Princess Sophia".

And you ought to
speak Russian to me.

Sophia?

Well, and why, pray tell,
did you come here?

I am to talk

to your husband, the Prince
of Moscow, on business.

On business? But what
made you think that you

might have any business
with the Grand Prince?

That is of no concern for you.

This business is strictly
between him and me

for we are equals.

Sophia Fominishna, the Italian
architects have come to see you.

Let them in

Signora Princess.

We have inspected the site.

Do you find it agreeable?

We do not know yet.

We will need to study the soil.

Then, we can make
our calculations.

Very well.

And another thing,

Signora.

This stone,

it cannot be used
in construction.

It is too soft.

I have mined one hundred
and fifty cartfuls of stone,

the very best stone
you will ever find.

And now they tell me
that my stone is useless.

Now, now, do not cry,
Grigory Ivanovich.

Nothing has been decided yet.

The Romans are just
making drawings.

Walking around, looking
at the churches...

And our Prince's wife
follows them like a servant,

God forgive me.

They are devils.

Devils.

They will put a curse
on all our churches.

My Lady, if we were to
find, say, a hundred men.

All with clubs,

so they can break their bones
and chase them out forever!

Chase whom out?

The Romans, who else!

All this outlandish g*ng!

I never knew you're so wicked.

What else am I to be, My Lady!

I have emptied my pockets
to the last, My Lady!

Grigory Ivanovich.

You are a man of service.

This is your duty -
to empty your pockets
for the Prince's sake.

No, My Lady!

My duty is to serve.

And emptying pockets, now that
is the Prince's duty, My Lady.

Well, well, I do
see how you have

emptied your pockets to the
last doing your bitter duty!

Every week, you come
in wearing new boots.

Yes, you win, My Lady...

Go, for now.

Please forgive an old
fool for losing his temper.

You are no fool, and do
not pretend to be one.

Greedy, that is what you are.

But you cannot be greedy
in the Lord's matters.

Leave, and speak to
me of this no more.

I shall simply not listen.

I understand, My Lady.

And why would you
need to go to Vladimir?

We need to see everything
with our own eyes.

Who is "we"? You?
Or your craftsmen?

Please understand I
must be with them.

Signor Fioravanti does
not quite understand...

the temple - it should
not be so oppressive.

It should be filled
with more light...

We shall only be able to
make our calculations

once we see the
Church in Vladimir.

This is not right for
the Grand Prince's wife

to go on the journeys
alone with her craftsmen.

After all, it's dangerous.

And what am I supposed to do?

Languishing here in my chambers?

Let Khromyi travel with them.

And you stay by
your husband's side.

Khromyi does not care what
the temple will look like.

And I do care!

I have spoken my will.

And you do as you think best.

I understand, Grand Prince.

They have been lying here long.

Nothing but the bones
is left for now.

-Hold your horse.

My Lady!

You should not look at this.

Come, My Lady, come.

Oh dear God...

It's the Legate...

Burn in hell, you piece of scum!

Burn in hell!

You will never get my daughter!

Burn in hell!

Burn in hell!

You will never get my daughter!

What is this?

Apple cider vinegar.

And this?

Rose oil.

Eucalyptus oil.

Pumpkin seed oil.

Sweet briar infusion.

Nut shell infusion...

-And what do we have here?

A boy.

I do not know yet...

I do.

It's a boy.

Signora, I do not
believe my own eyes.

You have honored a
modest coin master

with your illustrious presence.

Do you mock everyone,
or just me?

Just myself, Signora.

Wait. I came to beg for help.

Gian-Battista della Volpe
is at your service.

This must stay between
the two of us.

Naturally!

Please, I implore you.

Send this to Rome

as if it were your own letter.

I hope this is not a wife's
letter to her husband.

I have no husband.

I appreciate your trust,

But bear in mind that
this will take time.

It does not matter.

I shall wait.

Just promise me

that my message will reach
the person it is destined for.

It will.

It will reach that very person.

-Thank you.

Upon my honor, I swear
to you it will!

Thank you.

My darling Daughter,

I guess by now you have
already learned to read...

Oh my God! Why are you
frightening me like this?!

Ioann Ioannovich,

do you read any books?

I do.

What do you know of
Stefan the Great?

I know that he is the prince
of the Moldavian people.

And that his realm
is flourishing.

Would you be willing
to marry his daughter?

Heh...

Is it not too early?

You might marry him off,

and then instead of a
boon for your throne,

there will be nothing
but harm and disorder.

There will be disorder

if I am disobeyed

in my own house.

I don't know.

Perhaps he should get
married after all?

Who is to say,

maybe I will live long enough
to see my great-grandchildren.

There is no need to hurry.

But no need to dally, either.

This is what your
Father used to say.

Well, you are a groom now.

Princess Sophia is busy with the
Italian masters by the moment;

she has asked that you wait
for her in the chambers.

What?

Where is Sophia?

She asked that you wait.

[speaks broken Russian]
Chee asked sat yoo wah-eet.

Here, we will have metal
framing for the arched vaults.

This will allow us to expand
the space below the dome.

Very beautiful,
Signor Fioravanti...

Very beautiful.

And these support pillars

will become thinner.

We will build them
out of burnt brick.

No-one here knows how
to make burnt brick.

I am already aware
of this, Princess.

We shall make the
bricks ourselves.

No.

You will need to teach
the local masters.

Oh, Signora...

Doing something oneself
and teaching others

are two completely
different matters.

Signor Fioravanti.

You are to do both.

Do you understand me?

Yes, Princess.

Are you Italian?

Yes. I was born
and raised in Rome.

Me likewise.

My name is Sergio, Signora.

I am apprenticed to the Master.

Laura!

One must speak Russian in
the Princess's presence.

I shall speak Russian,
for your sake.

This does not in the least
resemble Hagia Sophia.

Do you remember what
Hagia Sophia looks like?

I remember even the wart on the
neck of our Uncle Constantine,

the last Emperor.

As I recall, I had no
fondness for his palace,

but I was always mesmerized
by the glimmering gold.

The glimmer of gold can
make you just crazy.

Yes, it can.

And it suits me.

When will your husband
buy our crown from me?

Never. If you offer
him the crown,

you shall be a disgrace in
the face of all our ancestors.

Do you fear being a disgrace?

Yes, it is very bad
that you do not.

I do not fear anything.

I have the blessing
of the Pope himself.

I came here to do his bidding.

It is my duty

to make certain that the walls
of this beautiful cathedral

resound with Catholic Masses.

-This shall never happen.

If this does not happen,

the Pope shall seek revenge.

The Pope cannot seek revenge.
He is the Voice of God.

He is the voice of the devil,
and your fate is in his hands.

Then, I do not quite understand.

You will understand later.

They say, Prince,

that your stone church
has cracked and fell.

Your God is displeased.

And is yours pleased
all the time?

My God is displeased also.

So does the Great Khan.

And I am

displeased as well.

This "paizza" credential tag

extends the Great Khan's boon
granted to you for 10 more years.

I am immensely honored.

And what does the
Khan want in return?

This credential tag
shall be yours

if you give us what is due.

And what would that be?

For each year

you haven't visited us,

you owe



And what if I do not
collect the money?

Oh you will collect it, Prince.

Or the Great Khan will come for you.

Your city will burn.

Your warriors will die.

Your women will
scream and weep...

-And what about yours?

Your women - will they laugh?

My women sit silent

when men talk.

Well then, how shall
we agree, Ioann?

Or am I to discuss this
matter with your wife?

Cease this!

Go home!

And tell your Ahmed Khan
that if he comes here,

the same will happen to him.

He had k*lled my brother.

He owes me!

What have you done?

You have brought
trouble on all of us!

What have you done,
Ioann Vasilievich?

My Father had wanted
to fight the Tatars

throughout all his life.

He told me about this.

You let the gnats bite you
till it is time to swat -

now we shall be
swatting the Tatars.

Maybe you should not
have done this,

Ioann Vasilievich?

Hm?

k*lled the Tatars...

Enough.

Now listen.

Not to me, to them...

Come on!

Ioann Vasilievich...
I beg you...

Whilst it is still not too
late to make this right...

I have 50 people
in my household...

And if the Tatars come,
they shall burn them all...

They shall not leave a
single hovel standing...

Please, My Prince!!

Let us pay them off...

Not a single soul shall know.

-We will deal with them
ourselves, Ioann Vasilievich,

and you can stay aside...

You could leave Moscow, Sire...

And then come back...
after a while...

Come back as who?

The Grand Prince of
Moscow, or Judas?

For your sake, I shall forget
all that has been said here.

If I am to hear
another word about it,

I shall put you to death.

The Lithuanian Principality.
Casimir's Castle.

Tuck in, my boys, do tuck in.

I bet your journey
made you weary.

I was a friend of your Father,

so you are like kin to me.

Although God was merciful
enough to grant me the
children of my own.

Allow me to speak, Grand Duke.

Hold a moment,
Boris Vasilievich.

I have five thousand warriors.

He has three and a half.

That is far from sufficient.

We require your aid.

If Ioann is not stopped now,

he may someday come
to your land as well.

And which of you will
become the Grand Prince?

I will.

You had better tell me

what would I gain in
exchange for my aid?

Novgorod.

Why do you keep offering
me that Novgorod of yours?

It shall be mine soon
enough regardless.

Go now and rest,
Russian Princes.

And tomorrow we shall go
to meet my daughters.

Serai. The Great Horde.

Do not touch the pieces

Until you have
made up your mind.

Do not let the enemy
know of your intentions.

Great Khan.

The Prince Ioann of Moscow

has refused to pay his due.

And rejected the Khan's paiza.

And where did you
leave your hand, Timur?

In Moscow, Great Khan.

You have dared to insult me.

To humiliate me before my son.

Why did you not
die with your men?

Get up.

You were loyal to my Father.

How would you like me
to repay for that?

Grant me your boon, My Lord.

k*ll me.

I shall grant you
this great boon.

You will die.

But you will die as a warrior,
in the battle field.

We are marching on Moscow.

I shall deprive the Muscovites
of everything they have.

And burn down their city.

As the Great Khan
Tokhtamysh once did.

Call for the steppe warriors!

So here we all are in Moscow.

The Horde.

Casimir, the Grand Duke of
Lithuania and King of Poland.

And the Crimean Khanate.

You had better shown us

where Andrei Bolshoi
and Prince Boris are.

Either here or there
with Casimir, I bet.

Ioann Vasilievich,

do you think they
will rise against you?

Would you?

And what about the Khan?

Nur Devlet has gone
to see the Khan.

He has negotiated with him.

The Crimean Khan
will stand with us.

-No-one will stand with us.

All are against us.

And your brothers as
well, Ioann Vasilievich.

What are you saying this
for, Grigory Ivanovich?

Let His Grace read
out something,

out of John the Apostle...

And there came out of the
smoke locusts upon the earth...

Many people will be k*lled.

That is what I meant.

For when Tokhtamysh came to
Moscow, he spared no-one.

No-one!

But that was a
hundred years ago!

Everything repeats itself,

Fyodor Davydych.

Everything repeats itself.

Well then, Your Grace.

Will you be reading
me about locusts too?

I won't.

I shall read you out
of John Chrysostom.

It is said,

"Where the Spirit
of the Lord is,

there is liberty".

If you, Grand Prince,

take away all that we own
and give it away to the Tatars

bowing at their feet - where
will your freedom be then?

Where will our freedom be?

That is all, I shall
read no more.

If you march against the Horde,

I shall bless you.

And absolve you
of all your sins.

Each of you.

We have just learned that the
ambassadors of Great Khan Ahmed,

my friend and ally, have
been m*rder*d in Moscow.

Who have m*rder*d them?

It's the Grand Prince.

Ahmed-Khan will soon
move out against Moscow.

I shall join him.

And you will come with us.

With you?

With you and Ahmed?

You did want to invade
Moscovia, did you not?

To punish your brother?

Grand Duke...

We cannot invade our
land together with
the Tatar infidels.

Our people will curse us...

You asked me for aid,
and I am giving you aid.

In exchange, you
are to provide me

with your eight thousand blades
to attack Ioann from the back.

For how long have
you been languishing

in your own brother's cellar?

Give us time to
think, Grand Duke.

Very well, think it over.

But not too long.

Still no messenger
from Nur-Devlet?

No, Your Majesty.

That's too bad.

So what's now, Fyodor Davydych?

The Horde is circling
around the edges.

Along the border with Lithuania.

Casimir is helping them.

He has given them the guides.

Somewhere around here,
near Vorotynsk,

they will cross the Ugra River.

-We shall have to
meet them there.

It is a direct journey
from Ugra to Moscow.

-There is no time left.

They are moving fast.

We can move fast as well.

We can intercept them
with a regiment.

And with all our cannons.

They can only be hindered
with a great fire.

How long will it take to
drag the cannons to Ugra?

We will pull through
in time, Sire.

Ahmed Khan will not
dare attack alone.

He will wait for Casimir.

And we shall make
use of that delay.

Good.

Let you be the one to command
the intercepting army,

Danila Dmitrich.

And you will come with Kholmsky.

I will!

Many thanks, Grand Prince!

Hold Ahmed Khan off until
I arrive with the others.

And you, write down my Decree.

"All those who have been exiled
to Perm and the outlands,

are to be returned
and conscripted".

When we win, I shall
grant them all amnesty.

Hey, Godynya,

you've got a messenger
from Moscow.

From Moscow, you say?

Tell him I will be right over.

Load it with care.

That's it.

First, I will send the cannon
founders with my druzhina.

They will make a line of defense
along the Ugra bank.

If we arrive there
before the Horde,

we might have a fight yet.

I was too hasty,
Danila Dmitrich.

Too hasty.

Will there be w*r again?

We have been at w*r
for three hundred years.

If we do not pay the Horde,
it comes and slaughters us.

Three hundred years?

My Empire survived a thousand
years... Nothing lasts forever.

I have fought them before.

I have seen their horse herds
drinking the rivers dry.

The fear of the Horde
lives in each of us.

You do not have fear.

I do not have any allies.

You will find them.

-Oh!

-What?

-He has moved...

-He is glad to meet you.

Salve, Princess.

We would like to present
you with this box

to celebrate the birth of the
son of Grande Prince di Mosca.

Thank you, Signors.

And we would also like
to ask your husband

to let us go to Roma.

We want to leave Moscow.

Afraid of the w*r, are you?

We are no cowards, Signora.

But we are no fools.

The nomad army
will be here soon.

They will rob and burn the city.

My husband has a big army.

You saw the cannons yourselves.

O Signora,

These cannons are
not the best ones!

Your enemy

is Khan of Golden Horde,
he hires the best engineers.

From China, Persia.

Do you think wars
are won by engineers?

Yes, Signora.

You are mistaken,
Signor Fioravanti.

Wars are not won
by separate people.

Wars are won by nations.

If I cease the temple
construction now,

what am I to tell my subjects?

Am I to tell them that building
the temple is pointless

because it will get
burned down anyway?

Where will you go to?

To Florence?

To build palaces for
the wealthy murderers?

Signor Fioravanti.

You are here because...

because this is what God wants.

Here, you are needed
more, Signor.

Here, you are not
merely an engineer.

You are the beacon of light.

Just think of it for a while...

I did it, Signora.

If Fioravanti is needed -

Fioravanti stays.

I am very,

very grateful to you.

I bless ye, defenders of Faith

and the people, in the name
of the Father, and of the Son,

and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Farewell, Your Grace!

Farewell, Ioann Vasilievich!

Go - and please come
back, all of you!

God is with us!!

God is with us!!

God is with us!!

God is with us!!

God is with us!!

God is with us!!

You need to eat, My Lady.

Do not scorn food.

The body needs to
be strong as well.

What is the use of a strong body

if the Tatars will soon be here

and burn all of Moscow down.

Your Son will not allow this.

Do you even know what happened
here in the days of old?

All the men were k*lled.

All the children
were taken away.

None remained but the
old and the women.

And almost all of
them starved to death.

Moscow burned to the ground,

right down to the
houses' cellars.

For two years

the clouds were filled with ash!

And it shall be so once more.

That is all your
blessing's fault.

My Son has doomed himself,

and all of us, to certain death!

And you've blessed it!

That was his choice.

And to bless him was my choice.

And you, My Lady,

do not allow yourself
to be afraid.

What happened once
will not happen again.

A new age is upon us.

What gives you such
faith in a new age?

Why are you so certain that
Ioann will have enough strength

to vanquish the Tatars?

I have faith in but
one thing, My Lady -

that the Grand Prince shall be
Russia's very first free ruler.

And I shall not
renounce my faith.

Forgive me, My Lady.

-I shall go to see my Son.
-Go.

-Your Grace.

-My Lady...

-He has arrived from Uglich...

With a message for
the Grand Prince.

-What is it? Speak!

-Grand Princess, please forgive
me for the ill tidings...

The Princes Andrei Vasilievich...
and Boris Vasilievich...

they have ordered their
druzhinas to go to Lithuania.

To march against
Ioann Vasilievich.

Tell them to feed the
runner and send him back.

-As you wish, My Lady.

See now, Your Grace.

You are wrong.

There is no new age.

As brother used to wage w*r
against brother, so he does now.

Go downstairs.

Summon an escort for me.

Some five bodyguards.

No fools if you please.

I am going to Ugra, to
make peace between my sons.

-Please don't, My Lady.

You cannot go; such trip
is beyond your strength.

Upon Princess Sophia's orders.
Sturgeon pie.

-Allow me to help you, Signora.

-Thank you.

Thank you.

Please, I beg you.

Signora,

would you tell me who takes care
of you in this foreign land?

No-one does.

Thank you.

I could have taken
care of you, Signora.

My thanks. Perhaps you will
have a chance to do so.

I would be happy to.

Wait, My Lady,
what are you doing?

How can you go to Ugra?

Nazary the Healer

has ordered that you rest
and drink some herbs...

Give me that healer's poison.

I do not have time to rest.

I need to make my
sons stop fighting.

Grand Princess.

Sophia Fominishna.

Go, go.

Let her in.

Good health to you,
Mother Princess.

What is this?

Where are you off to?

I shall go to where you're
intending to travel.

I shall meet with the
Princes Andrei and Boris.

They will not even
wish to speak to you.

Oh, they will!

If I bring them a
letter from you.

Would you please write the
letter? And I'll deliver it.

You are my family.

Let us bring peace
to them together.

I shall leave my
child in your care.

My child is your grandchild.

Won't that be a burden for you?

No, it won't.

Hand me some paper!

-How should I announce you?

-Are you blind or what?

Don't you recognize
the Grand Princess?!

Once the Princes make peace,

they will cleave your
head right off!

Oh, they won't make peace.

Grand Princess of Moscow

Sophia Fominishna Paleologue.

Go.

My Mother is the Grand Princess.

And she is no-one grand yet.

Are you so concerned
about grandeur?

No.

I'm concerned about justice.

Why did you come here?

The Princess wanted
to come herself.

But she could not.

Is she unwell?

Yes!

She is troubled by the
quarrel between her sons.

This will change nothing.

Your husband

has broken the
laws of succession.

He has insulted his brothers.

And he shall be deposed.

Andrei, Boris, listen to me.

Your brother wants peace.

You are no enemies of his.

But if you ally yourselves
with the Golden Horde,

you shall go against
your own brother.

You should go back and
talk to the Grand Prince.

You are Roman.

And some say that
you are also a witch.

What?

Why should we believe you?

If you don't believe me,

then lock me up right here.

Keep me under guard

and do not let me go
until you talk to Ioann.

-That is not possible, My Lady.

-Yes it is!

The Grand Prince

regrets that

there is a rift
among the brothers.

He made a mistake,

but he will acknowledge that.

And if he won't?

Then you will k*ll me.

We do not k*ll women.

But you are going to.

You want to bring the enemy
into your native land.

Do you not understand

that if you do so,
women and children will die?

Please, I beg you, stop it.

-Moscow will have a new prince.

This is all you
need to tell him.

Please, write a reply
to your Mother.

-We will.

No, we won't!

There will be no reply.

And I do not need you either -

I do not parlay with the
wives of my enemies.

Leave.

-Princess!

Do not bear a grudge
against Andrei Vasilievich.

He is not an evil man.

-I know.

I do not want to
march with the Horde.

Tell that to your
husband. Will you?

I will.

We have found a way to
cross the river, My Liege.

Have my scouts returned?

No, My Liege.

If we wait, we might lose time.

Great Khan.

It's risky to march
without scouting first.

It is you to make the decision.

All is ready, Danila Dmitrich.

Are the archers ready?

Yes. Your druzhina
is waiting for you.

Will they handle it?

We shall see.

Command us, Young Prince.

Light it up

Fire! Fire!

Back! Back!