tushin! tushin! tushin! pull the guns back, now! you've done e l you can. (gunfire and explosions) (shouting and screaming) adjutant: this is madness, the guns are lost. we should get out of this. you go if you want to, i'm staying. (men shouting) i have to tell you that the minister of war is very busy and may not be able to see you this evening. it's imperative that he does. i've come directly from the battlefield, my orders were to report to the austrian emperor himself! no, no, this is s t how we do things here, your excellencnc i'll have to have a word with the minister. he's asked to see the emperor.

he will see you now, please, come in. so, you are from general kutuzov? and the reason for your visit? to report the success of the action at schongrabern. here is the dispatch. you call it a success, do you? ititeems of little consequence now the french have taken viennnn coming after the defeat of the austrian army at ulm, yes, it was a success. the french advance was stopped long enough to allow our armies to regroup. but there were terrible casualties on our side too. we await napoleon's next move. well, this is a war, you know,

general kutuzov thought that you'd like to hear some good news for a change. ank you. his majesty will be informed. and now, if you would excuse me, i have work to do. or was there something else? (bells tolling) to think of nikolai in danger, i can't bear it. i used to cry when he fell over and hurt his knee, and now he has to face bullets. (sighs) don't. do you think about him all the time? of course i do. you remember him really well?

yes, of course. i do too. nikolai, i mean... when i think of boris, i can't really remember him at all, even though he kissed me. that's because you really loved that funny one with the glasses. yeah. (laughs) i did not. where did you get that from? seeing you dance with him. (laughs) what strange ideas you have. i just can't get used to the idea that suddenly i own so much. all these houses, all these estates, so much land, plantations, forests! surely it's wrong that one man should own so much. well, you know, count bezukhov, the saying is that, "we don't own our earthly possessions, "we merely curate them for our heirs." for the generations to come. looked at that way, it's an honor and a duty.

i want to change the way things are run. well, not that i have any experience managing anything, but... i want to do something useful. something good. you've a noble heart, count. but i'd advise you not to rush into things. it'll be my privilege to look after all those business matters for you. your priority now must be to ensure your own happiness. how? oh, it's you. what a lazy sister i have. (giggles) i was out riding at dawn. get out, you smell awful. (moans) what lovely smooth skin. stop that, anatole. i know you love it. (titters) listen... has papa spoken to you? what about?

me to andrei bolkonsky's church little country-mouse sister... oh, she'd suit you perfectly. and you, darling... who? guess. i can't. what do you say to... pierre bezukhov. you're joking. i am? not. oh, he's such a buffoon, anatole. (moans) stop doing that. he's a very wealthy buffoon and he worships you. he'd make a very docile, adoring husband. hardly cramp your style at all. honestly, pierre bezukhov. oh, that feels nice. do that again. (moans) you'd better make up your mind to it. papa is determined. it's not a bad situation, you know. just think of all those houses, all that land, and all that money. (exhales deeply) what a lot of jewels you could buy.

so, you're considering it? i suppose i shall have to consider it. lucky pierre. (sighs) anna: my dear count bezukhov. how very good of you to come along to my little salon, when you must still be feeling so acutely the death of your poor father. oh, yes. but i hardly knew him. mostly, i feel embarrassed by my good luck in inheriting such a great fortune. i've done nothing to deserve it. ah, now, count. there you are, too modest. (laughs) the very fact that your father singled you out for greatness shows that you must have exceptional qualities, which i discovered for myself long since. really? i had no idea. and prince vassily is advising you? yes. yes, he's been very kind. you couldn't do better. may i ask, what has been his advice? well, he thinks i should get married. (gasps) and so you should.

the prince is absolutely right. yes, the trouble is that women don't care for me. society women, that is. i don't seem to have the knack of talking to them. believe me, my dear count, it is not for you to concern yourself. it is for the young ladies to make themselves pleasing to you now, rather than the other way around. as you can see for yourself. (women chattering) i will leave you with the princess helene. such a bore these things, aren't they? no, not exactly. i like to listen and talk about the big things, politics, ideas, the war, and how to live and what life really means and so on, but i always seem to say the wrong thing and upset people. no, you speak from the heart. of course that frightens people. does it frighten you?

(door shuts) (count rostov sobbing)

is it from nikolai? yes. dear nikki... he was wounded, but it's all better now, he says. and he's been promoted. 's an officer now! an officer of the line! my little nikki! an officer! (exclaiming in joy) oh! but wounded! i know. what will i tell your mother? oh. tell her about the promotion first. yes. yes. and he's really quite recovered? uh... so he writes. oh. thank god. (chuckles)s)ays he's short of money. that's our nikki! i'll send him some. nikolai was wounded in battle but it's all right and he's been promoted! petya: hurrah! did he kill many frenchmen? i don't know, papa didn't say. if i were him, i'd have killed hundreds of them!

you knew, didn't you? yes. he writes to you? he must really be in love with you. oh, i have to go. what time is it? parade's not till noon. no, i've got an appointment. my cousin, boris drubetskoy, he's in the guards. oh, very grandnd can you take care of the bill for... i'll pay you back! off you go, my boy.

(horse neighs) hmm. rostov! i didn't expect you so soon! (both laugh) sorry, you know captain berg? he's in our company.tphappy to make your acquaintance. well. you look... i don't know... you look like a real cavalryman now. (laughs) and you look like the cat that's got the cream. you guards get the best of everything, don't you? we do, we do. the receptions, the dinners, the balls... but t u've been in action. come and sit and tell us all about . oh. you were at schongrabern? that must have been some affair! yes. we, um... we were cut off. so, there was nothing for it but to charge head on, sabers drawn. there's no feeling like it, boris, nothing in the world. you have bullets flying around your ears

just a strange mixture of joy and fury... n't get up. please don't let me interrupt you, sir. boris: count nikolai rostov, prince a arei bolkonsky. please go on. you were in the cavalry charge in schongrabern, you say? yes, i was there. yes. there are many stories told of that action. perhaps. but the stories told by the men who were actually there, under enemy fire, in the thick of it, are a different thing to the stories told by fellows on the staff who get rewards for doing nothing. and you consider me one of those, do you? i'm not talking about you. i don't know you, and i don't wish to. i speak of the staff in general. let me tell you this. you wish to insult me, i'd be glad to teach you a lesson, but this is hardly the time or the place forueling. very soon we shallll be engaged in something much greater and more terrible than schongrabern.

i won't stay, drubetskoy. we can settle our business tomorrow. i wish you all good day. damn him. (exhales) he as good as called me a liar! come, come. drink up. some of us know a hero when we meet one. (chuckles) (people chattering) (exclaims) (laughs) just hold on tight here.

helene: yoyoll have to hold me. like this? oh! charmant! it's going well. yes. yes. but he seems unable to make up his mind. i may have to force the issue. pierre: hold onto me.

touch me. come on, touch me. (door shuts) (gasping) (people chattering) pierre? yes? is there something you wanted to say to me? the goose was very good. oh, don't tease me. it's not fair. after all of our conversations.

it's complicated. vassily: pierre, helene... congratulations! for what? take your glasses off. what's happened? we're engaged.

my lovely wife! you are an inexhaustible treasure, full of wonderful, wonderful secrets and delights. the more i discover, the more it seems is left to be discovered. more secrets... more delights. does that make sense? (moans) actually... i don't think i am inexhaustible. one can get a bit tired of having one's secrets and delights discovered all the time, over and over. my love, forgive me. what an inconsiderate brute i am. mmm... you're not so bad. but there are more things to life, aren't there? you are count bezukhov, after all. yes, i have been thinking that. and taking advice, and so on. i think one of the first things we should do is make a tour of all my estates in the country. well... the thing is,

and all that country life sort of thing. and i have rather a lot of engagements in thcity. i think it would be much better if you went on your own. i'd only be a distraction anyway. yes, but a wonderful, wonderful distraction... mmm, no. i think you should start as you mean to go on. duty before pleasure. don't you think it'll do us good to spend a little time apart? if you say so. and dodot they say that absence sharpens the a aetite? mine doesn't really neededany sharpening, hehene. you are a wicked, ticked man! (moans)

is it really him?

all: hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! hurrah for the tsar! tsar: fine men. makes my heart glad to see their eager faces. i think we shall have a great victory tomorrow. with respect, your majesty, we should not engage with napoleon at all tomorrow, or any time soon. bonaparte has withdrawn his troops, he's asked for talks, he's desperate to avoid a battle. all my generals are in agreement except for you. again with respect, your majesty, that doesn't make them right. and what would you do? retreat. retreat?scoffs) i never hear anything else from you. any more retreat would be humiliation. i think k u may be getting too old for this game, kutuzov. my mind is made up. we'll engage with him here, and defeat him! (soldiers continue cheering) the die is cast. what do you think will happen tomorrow, your grace?

you're a married man,bolkonsky? yes. my lise is with child. ah. i should have better kept in touch with her. i haven't been a very affectionate husband. it's no use saying that now. write to her before you sleep tonight, my boy. it might be the last chance you get. andrei: my dearest lise. forgive me for not having written before. i have been a neglectful husband, but now i think of you with nothing but tenderness and remorse. marya... i wear your icon and think of you every day, my dear sister. papa...

man: sire. (horse whinnies) madness. do we join the attack, your grace? hold your ground. but the orders are to advance and engage the enemy on their right flank, your grace. do you take your orders from me or not? of course, your grace. then hold your ground. at least we won't make fools of ourselves. to hold this hill is vital.

sir. ah, our glorious leader. your majesty. kutuzov. why have you not advanced? because that's wt napoleon wants u uto do, your majestyty tsar: but you understand the disposition, do you not? perfectly well, your majesty. however, if you order me to advance... i do. kindly give the order. forward! (horse neighs) (horse snorting) (sighs) excellent. i can't see e thing. where are e ?

sir, look there. (screaming) even worse than i thought. (screaming) forward on the dououe! rostov, ride over to kutuzov.

well, go on, man. quick as you like. (screaming) soldier: it's all up, lads. run for it! (man groans) stop those men! my god, bolkonsky, what a shambles. forward, lads! hurrah!

(mortar blasts) (indistinct yelling) where's general kutuzov? where? answer me, damn you. where is the tsar? i don't know, excellency. they say the tsar's dead, and kutuzov too. wounded. taken away on a cart. where? that way, excellency.

that'll do.

(horse grunting) (flies buzzing)

andrei: how beautiful. how is it i've never seen this before? we are all nothing, compared to this clear, blue, infinite sky. (horse snorts) napoleon: he looks like a fine young man. a good way to die, you see. carrying the standard. helene: oh, it's you. what do you want? are you going out this evening?

why? pierre: i was thinking that could go out together. (chuckles) or stay at home together. are you perfectly well, pierre? (chuckles lightly) i've been thinking we should... we should have a child, helene. oh, pierre. don't be silly. you know i'm not the motherly type. we get along all right, don't we? don't spoil things. i'm not jealous. you can have other women, as many as you like. have children with them, like your father. why not? i don't want other women. i want us to be a proper husband and wife. we are a proper husband and wife. now stop fussing me, you'll make me late. oh, by the way, i ran into dolokhov today. they're all back from the war. poor fellow's penniless. i said he could come and stay here as long as he likes. (sighs) that brute. pierre: he's my friend, helene, and a war hero. he is an insolent brute with no respect for women.

and you will treat him as an honored guest. all right. whatever you say. (door opens) (door closes) (sighs) nikolai: look. those lights. that's our house. driver: whoa! nikolai: wake up, denisov. we're here. already? natasha: (squeals) nikki! (laughs excitedly) (chuckling) oh, nikki. my darling boy. i didn't know you would be here so soon. well, i wanted to surprise you.

vassily denisov, friend of your son. yes, yes, i know, i know. you're very welcome. this man taught me all i know about soldiering. (laughter) looked after him as best i could. well, then you are doubly welcome, my dear denisov. are you hungry? denisov: yes. let's find you something to eat. (indistinct chatter) is this one yours, nikolai? ah, that one's mine. (knock on door) natasha: nikolai, are you awake? come out, i want to talk to you. look, denisov's saber. he killed four frenchmen with this. (gasping) close the door, petya. (laughing) okay, come out, nikki, i want to talk to you. all right. i wanted to talk to you about sonya. what about her? well... how do you really feel about her? is she the only one for you? why do you ask that now? well, because it's very important. for her, if not for you. of course she's important to me. well, then? well, it's simple. i gave her my word,

no, no, that's duty, not love. i do love her, tasha, but... how can i say that i'll never fall in love with anyone else? hmm? hmm. what does she say? she adores you. she doesn't want you to be bound by your word. she wants you to be free. she's so good. yes, she is, but if you keep her hanging on and then break your word, you'll break her heart. i could never do that, tasha. well, remember you said that. (chuckles) here he is. (sighs) dolokhov: countess. your wife is even more beautiful than i remembered, bezukhov. pierre: thank you, dolokhov. i understand you're a war hero now.

fight, drink, and i can't remember the other one. (chuckles) i think you're an absolute ruffian. i can't deny it. i hope you'll make yourself at home here. thank you, i shall. (chuckling) don't, don't... let's have a drink! (dolokhov chuckles) horseman: for the master. (knock on door) (door opens) yes? is that the letter that came this morning? prince bolkonsky: yes, it is. is it about andrei? yes, it is about your brother.

kutuzov saw him fall, carrying the standard and leading an attack. unfortunately his name doesn't appear amongst the dead. kutuzov gives that as a reason to hope, but what hope is there? of course he is dead. papa, don't turn away from me. let's weep together. villains! scoundrels! the army is led by blockheads who don't know how to fight, all they know is how to lead fine russian men to be slaughtered. and now your brother's dead. he's dead. (crying) leave me alone. go and tell his wife. go on. go on.

(weeping softly) (crying) (footsteps approaching) oh, marie, come here. give me your hand. there. there. do you feel it? yeah.

as if he's talking to us. you know, marie, i'm going to love him so much. i love him already. (chuckles) (sniffles) (loud whirring) i didn't tell her. (whirring stops) and you must not tell her either. she is in such a delicate state, and so close to her confinement, i... all right. do you agree? i said "all right." thank you. that's the end of it.

mmm. (dolokhov gulps) mmm. dolokhov: mmm. dolokhov, really? funny how it always tastes better from another fellow's plate. mmm. i'm sorry. hello. sir. all right. remember me? (pigs grunting) you're a fine fellow. you've all grown.

look who's come to visit us. oh, pierre. (chuckles) (squeals) we haven't seen you in ages. now i see you, i wish i'd come sooner. how are you all? nikolai... you're a real man now. i can tell. (all chuckle) something's changed in you, i think. for the good, i hope. pierre: yes, yes, of course. my friend, captain vassily denisov, of the pavlograd hussars. pierre: i'm privileged to meet you, sir. i feel ashamed of my lazy life when i see men like you and nikolai. heroes. i should have been with you. i used to think of napoleon as a hero, you see. and perhaps he was, once, but not now. he seems to think of nothing but conquest and glory. he had to be stopped. i was wrong. papa's... papa's hosting a banquet for our returning soldiers. i hope you'll come, pierre? yes, yes, indeed. it will be an honor to drink to their health. count rostov: talking of heroes, isn't dolokhov making his home with you? yes. yes, he is. hmm. it was so kind of you to take him in. well, one does what one can.

it's so good to be here with you allllgain. what is it, pierre? why are you sad? oh, it's nothing. and i'm not sad. just happy to see you. hmm. i thought you might have brought the countess. sadly she's otherwise engaged. (helene moaning)g)(cutlery clattering) helene: what a vile creature yoyoare, dolokhov. dolokhov: and don't you love it? (both panting) helene: no, i hate it. you're an animal. mmm. mmm. (footsteps approaching) when did this come? just now, your excellency. thank you. woman: "perhaps you should get some new spectacles, count bezukhov, "then you might see what everyone sees but you.

(footsteps approaching) what's the matter? nothing. well, i'm going out. are you going to the men's dinner this evening? yes. no, i don't know. i suppose i might as well. why not? your disgusting friend dolokhov's going. (chuckles lightly) try not to drink too much, the pair of you.

(glass clinking) to the health of our sovereign emperor, and to our fearless prince bagration. bezukhov, the emperor. all: hurrah! the choir will now sing a cantata in praise of our great general, and souvenir copies of the music will be distributed. (singing) to the husbands of pretty women. yeah. to the health of beautiful women. eh? to the health of beautiful women,