[birds chirping] [chanting] [indistinct chattering] [Anna Pavlovna] But mon cher ami, how can you be so calm?

This monster Bonaparte, he's crossed into Austria now and who's to say that Russia won't be next?

No, no, no.

Our illustrious Emperor has it all in hand, our great army will stop this monster Napoleon in his tracks.

You must remember, dear Anna Pavlovna, Russia hasn't lost a war in a hundred years.

-[woman squeals] -I do beg your pardon.

I'm so sorry.

[Anna Pavolvna] Who is that young man?

I'm sure I didn't invite him.

Oh, my young relative, I regret to say.

Count Bezukhov's son.

His natural son, of course.

Oh, did he have any other kind?

-[laughs] -Indeed.

But this one was something of a favorite, God knows why.

He's staying with me now he's back in Saint Petersburg.

1Well, please don't bring him again.

He looks like a wild animal.

So unlike your own lovely children.

Such beautiful creatures.

[chuckling] Look at Papa, scheming away.

I think he's negotiating to get you into a nunnery.

If he did, would you rescue me?

No, I'd say thank God and good riddance.

Beast!

[Boris] Please, Mother, it's embarrassing.

If you don't ask, you don't get.

Prince Vassily!

[sighs] Prince Vassily.

You know I've never asked you for anything.

I've never reminded you of what my father did for you, but now, I beg you, for my boy, Boris.

A word from you to the sovereign would be enough.

[Vassily] I'll do what I can.

What is it you wish for the boy, Anna Mikhailovna?

Get him a commission in the Guards and recommend him to the General.

You know a word from you would do it.

You know, my influence is nothing like what you imagine.

But I am seeing the sovereign later this evening.

Oh, thank you, thank you.

I know I can trust you.

And when you come into your inheritance, you will remember Count Bezukhov promised a regular allowance for my poor boy?

I know nothing of that.

And don't you think you've had enough from the Bezukhov family?

Go and beg elsewhere.

-[sighs] -[door closing] [viscount] Napoleon has utterly destroyed his own country.

[Pierre] No, no, that's not right.

[viscount] France is no longer a place where civilized people can live.

-Where is, though?

-I say Napoleon is a great man, sir.

[viscount] You think so, monsieur?

Shall we go to that table over there?

No, no, I must say this.

Yes.

Yes, of course Napoleon is a great man.

He stood above the revolution, he put an end to its abuses and kept all that was good about it.

You see good in revolution, sir?

The equality of all citizens, freedom of speech.

Liberty, equality, fraternity.

These are ideas we could learn from in Russia.

Our drawing rooms are full of overfed aristocrats who have no idea what real life is, who have even forgotten how to speak their own language.

By God, we could do with a revolution here.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't...

It was just... Pierre, old friend.

-Andrei.

-[both chuckle] It's so good to see you here.

Getting a taste of high society?

Yes, making a fool of myself, as usual.

You will excuse me, my dear Anna Pavlovna, we must take our leave now.

A reception I must attend at the ambassador's.

-Goodnight, goodnight.

-Goodnight.

-[Anatole] Having fun?

-[Pierre] Yes.

Come round for a drink tonight.

-We'll make a night of it.

-Yes.

She's ravishing.

No hope for me, though.

I see her every day and she hardly notices I'm there.

But your lovely wife?

Is she well?

See for yourself.

[Pierre] She's enchanting.

A woman like that spreads happiness wherever she goes.

You're a lucky dog, Andrei.

You think?

[Lise] Has he told you?

He's going off to the war and sending me away to the country to have my baby all alone.

That's the sort of husband I've got.

Are you really?

She won't be alone.

She'll be with my father and sister.

But to have my baby in that bleak place, with people I hardly know?

Lise, we have been through all this.

You know it's for the best.

Now, take the carriage home.

The doctor said you should rest.

-I'll walk with Pierre.

-You see?

He treats me like a child.

-Lise.

-No.

I don't care if Monsieur Pierre hears it.

You have no pity for me.

You were never like this before.

-[sighs] -You see?

I don't believe he loves me any more.

Dear Princess, please don't be upset, I understand how you feel, although how could I?

Not being a, but... Well, life is very... No, this is all wrong, this is, this is none of my business.

I should go.

-I should leave you.

-No, no, no, don't.

I'll be good.

[chuckles] I know Andrei wants to talk to you.

-You won't be too long?

-No, my love.

Goodnight, Pierre.

[Pierre] You're really going to the war?

You don't think Napoleon's the Antichrist like the rest of them?

-It's got nothing to do with Napoleon.

-Then why?

Because I can't bear any more of this life.

Drawing rooms, gossip, balls, vanity, night after night.

Don't look at me like that.

It's the truth.

Never marry, Pierre.

Don't make my mistake.

But Lise's not like that, she's the gentlest, sweetest-- I know, I know.

She's a wonderful woman and I love her dearly, but I...

I can't breathe here, Pierre.

I might as well get myself killed fighting Napoleon.

But you're the most brilliant man I know.

You could do anything.

So they say.

[Andrei] And what about you?

Have you decided what you're going to do yet?

[Pierre] Can you imagine I still don't know?

But I do think I could make something of my life, do something extraordinary, even.

Lead the revolution, perhaps?

I know, I deserve to be mocked.

If you could see how I waste my nights... Ah, yes, well, if you're asking for my advice, I'd chuck Anatole Kuragin and that gang.

That sort of debauchery doesn't suit you.

Oh, but the women...

The women and the wine but, yes, no, you're right.

I've been thinking that myself.

I should stop going round there.

I will stop.

There.

You promise?

Word of honor.

[chuckles] -[bells tolling] -[sighs] [screaming] [sighs] [cheering] [groans] [everyone shouting] [glass shattering] [cheering] Anatole.

Anatole.

Petrushka!

-Now, my dear boy.

Get a drink.

-Yes!

Dolokhov.

[men cheering] Well done, Petrushka!

[cheering] -[snores] -[glass shattering] [sighs] What time is it?

[Vassily] Nearly noon.

Your behavior, and my son's behavior, bring disgrace upon this house.

Your father is gravely ill in Moscow.

I'm leaving immediately.

Yes, of course.

Did he ask for me?

[receding footsteps] [Helene] You're in trouble.

You've been a very bad boy.

I'm really quite shocked.

I'm a damned soul.

[Helene] Oh, I don't think it's quite that bad.

Give my regards to everyone in Moscow.

[sighs] [chanting] [screams] [growling] [laughs] [gasps] You're thinking of your father?

Of course you are.

We must be prepared for the worst.

He has had two severe strokes and may have had another by the time we arrive.

As an illegitimate son, you mustn't expect to inherit anything.

No.

No, no, of course.

To think what your poor cousin Catiche has sacrificed, what a saint she is, while you...

However, I'll do what I can to see you are not left destitute.

God knows you've done little to deserve it.

[indistinct chattering] Stop here!

What's the matter with you?

Where are you going?

I'll just call in on the Rostovs.

It's Natasha's name-day.

I will come to the house, it's just...

I won't be long, I promise.

[chickens clucking] [Pierre] It's all right.

We're all friends here.

-We're all friends here.

-[pig snorting] I've just come to see Natasha.

It's her name-day, you know.

Okay, be good girls, now.

Monsieur Pierre?

Yes.

I thought I'd... come in the back way.

[laughter] [man] Monsieur Bezukhov.

-Oh!

-Pierre, my dear fellow!

We've just been hearing all about you and your drunken escapades.

[Pierre] Oh, please, please, don't mention it.

I'm so ashamed of myself.

I...

I just wanted to come and see Natasha on her name-day.

Surely you should be with your poor father.

Yes, I'm on my way there.

I just thought I'd look in on you all first.

I'm so glad you did, dear Pierre.

[indistinct conversation] [sobs] What's the matter with Sonya?

Natasha, go and see.

-Don't go.

Promise?

-Promise.

Champagne?

-Oh, I probably shouldn't... -Please.

[Sonya sobbing] [Natasha] What is it?

What's the matter?

He doesn't love me any more.

He loves Julie Karagina.

No, he doesn't.

[chuckles] He was just being polite to her.

He thinks she's ugly, and she is.

But now he's going to the war and he'll forget all about me and I know I'm just the poor relation and your mother will never let him marry me.

Oh, no.

Anything's possible.

And he does love you.

I know it.

Wait there.

Nikolai.

You're wanted.

Come on Excuse me.

Cousins.

I know, but what can one do?

[whispers] Look.

-[Sonya sobbing] -[Natasha] You've made her all upset.

Go on, go to her and make her better.

Go on.

[indistinct conversation] Look.

Would you like to kiss me, Boris?

Um...

I'm a little old for you, don't you think?

There, now we're engaged.

Don't look so horrified.

[chuckles] -[cheerful music] -[rhythmic applause] [unintelligible dialogue] [laughter] [music ends] [cheering] [pants] [Count Rostov] I need a drink.

[laughs] Monsieur Pierre, should you still be here?

Why aren't you at your father's bedside?

You're quite right.

I know I should be there.

Somehow, I'm afraid to go.

You know, I never really knew him, not properly.

-You have to dance.

-No, no, I'm too clumsy.

No, you're not.

Come, I'll teach you.

-Natasha, I can't dance.

-You can.

Follow me.

All right, so what do I do?

One, two, three.

-I'm off.

-[Natasha chuckling] Like this.

Yes.

That's it.

[laughs] -[applause] -Dear Pierre, I'm so glad you came.

[servant] Monsieur Bezukhov.

What is it?

My father.

He's had another stroke.

We'll go together.

Quickly, now.

It's a matter of life or death.

You need to let the old count see you before he dies.

He might give a little sign, you know.

In any case, it will be so much better for your soul if you can kiss him before he goes.

He always loved you.

Yes, yes, I've been a poor sort of son to him.

[Vassily] The count has asked for Pierre.

At times like this, Catiche, one must think of everything.

We must think about the future.

Oh!

Cousin Vassily, I think nothing of such things.

There's only one thing I pray for.

That his soul may peacefully depart this world.

Yes, yes, that goes without saying, but do you have his will in safe keeping?

-His true will, I mean.

-Yes, of course.

And that other will he made when his mind was disturbed, naming Pierre, that was destroyed?

He still has it.

He has made many wills over the years.

But he cannot leave the estate to Pierre.

I know you think I'm stupid but I know this.

An illegitimate son cannot inherit.

Un bâtard!

But didn't the count write to the emperor to say he recognized Pierre as his son?

Yes, yes, but it was never sent.

And what does it matter anyway?

[Vassily] Don't you see?

If it's discovered in his papers, Pierre will be Count Bezukhov and inherit everything.

[Catiche] But what about our share?

My God, don't you understand what I'm saying to you?

We will have nothing!

Nothing at all!

Where is the will?

You must know.

[hoofsteps] So at last you deign to turn up at your father's deathbed.

Am I too late?

We saw the undertakers outside and I thought... [Vassily] Just touting for business.

The Count still lives.

But really... what were you thinking of?

I'm so... You have no business here, I think.

I have a perfect right to be here.

You know very well the count is my near relation, and poor Boris his dear godson.

Who has more claim than us to be here at this sad time?

Yes, yes, very well, but you must expect nothing.

How is my father?

[Vassily] Very ill. After this last stroke, he's not expected to last the night.

Truly?

Can I see him?

Would he wish to see you?

Well, perhaps later.

He's sleeping now.

[Anna Drubetskaya] Is there any hope?

Has he been given extreme unction?

How precious these last moments are.

I must go to him.

We women understand what to say, how to bring comfort at such a terrible time.

He is not to be disturbed at present.

-Do take a seat.

-Of course he will wish to see his son.

Come, quickly.

[door closes] [door closes] Sit by him.

[moans] Take his hand.

[Anna Drubetskaya] Come.

He'll sleep now.

[door closes] [door opening] Ah, Princess.

-What do you have there?

-Nothing.

Just some old papers.

I don't even know what's in there.

It just needs to be in safe keeping.

I'll look after it for you, dear princess.

-Ladies.

Ladies.

Remember where you are.

-Here, let me.

[Anna Drubetskaya] Pierre, come here.

This concerns you.

Let go.

How dare you?

What has this to do with you?

Cousin, why do you stand there?

Help me.

Really.

This is ridiculous.

Let go, the pair of you, and give it to me.

Now.

What are you doing?

You leave me all alone with him and now he's gone.

[Anna chuckling] This is your future.

I know you will remember what I did for you this night.

And remember Boris.

He was his godson.

I don't understand.

You are Count Bezukhov now, my dear friend.

My friend.

We sin so much and deceive so much, and all for what?

Everything ends in death.

Everything.

[hoofsteps] But it's like a palace.

The Prince has just woken from his afternoon nap, Your Excellency.

Of course.

Regular as clockwork.

You're looking older, Tikhon.

[Lise] Mademoiselle Bourienne!

Quel bonheur for the princess.

I will tell her you're here.

No, no, please don't.

Let's surprise her.

[squeals] [Marya] Lise.

[Lise] Oh, Marya, it's so wonderful to see you.

I'm so very happy.

-[Marya] Are you happy?

-[giggles] [Lise] Of course I am!

I'm very happy to see you.

[women laughing] [Andrei] Marya.

Little sister.

Andrei.

Still the same, little crybaby.

Are you really going straight to war?

You're not even staying the night?

Better not to hang about.

He's abandoning me here and going to get himself killed.

God knows why.

I'm so frightened, Marya.

There is nothing to be frightened about.

She needs rest.

The journey was tiring for her.

You take her to your rooms.

I'll go and see Father.

How is he?

Still the same?

Daily walk, lathe, geometry lessons?

[chuckles] Oh, especially them.

I'm so stupid and he gets so angry with me.

Only because he loves you.

You know that.

[chuckles] And now you have someone else to think of.

Take care of Lise, won't you?

Of course I will.

[sighs] [knocking] Ah, the warrior.

So you're going to beat Napoleon, are you?

About time somebody did.

Come here, then.

Kiss me.

[kiss] How are you, Father, are you well?

Only fools and degenerates can be unwell.

You know me.

I'm busy from morning till night.

So, you're leaving your little wife with us?

You're very kind to receive her, Father.

Nonsense.

Best place for her.

We'll take care of her.

Don't worry.

And she'll be company for Marya.

They can be foolish together.

[laughs] And Mademoiselle Bourienne.

[Prince Nikolai] What about her?

Is she the best companion for my wife and sister?

Don't tell me how to run my own household.

Am I to turn her out to starve?

There's no harm in her.

Besides, it does me good to see a pretty face around the place.

Anything else?

Will you do one other thing for me, Father?

What?

What is it?

Go on.

Say what you want.

When the time comes for my wife to give birth, will you send to Moscow for a doctor?

A Moscow doctor?

[Andrei] I know no one can help if nature doesn't help and very few cases end badly, but... You know, people have said things to her and she's afraid.

And I have a little anxiety myself.

[Nikolai] All right.

I'll do it.

[laughs] Bad business, isn't it?

[Andrei] What is, Father?

Women.

Marriage.

They're all the same.

There's nothing to be done about it.

No use unmarrying them.

But don't worry, I won't tell anyone.

[laughs] But we'll take care of her.

She'll want for nothing.

She's a pretty little thing.

Now, listen.

Take this to Kutuzov.

Tell him I remember him and love him.

Stay with him, learn from him and you won't go far wrong.

Thank you, Father.

Very well.

Goodbye, then.

And remember: if you are killed, I shall be pained.

But if I learn you have not behaved like the son of Nikolai Bolkonsky, I shall be ashamed.

You had no need to tell me that.

Yes.

Well... We've said our goodbyes.

Off with you.

Off with you, I say!

What is it?

What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong.

It's just his way.

You know what he's like.

Andrei, one thing before you go.

I know...

I know you don't believe, but for my sake, would you wear it?

Father's father wore it all through the wars.

And it'll help me not to worry too much if I knew you were wearing it.

Please, Andrei.

For me.

Well, for you...

Thank you.

[Lise laughing] Better say my farewell to her.

Be kind to her, Andrei.

Why would I be anything else?

[sighs] Andrei, if you had faith, you would have turned to God and asked him for the love you don't feel.

Yes, if only it were that simple.

[Lise sobbing] [Lise] Already?

Can't be helped, I'm afraid.

[sobs] -Stay, please.

-[groans] No!

No!

No, please don't!

[sobs] [cries] Take care of her.

[continues crying] [sobs] [Natalya] Oh, Nikolai.

be careful, my dear.

Don't put yourself in any danger.

Mama, please don't fuss.

I am a man now.

-So is Boris.

-[Natalya sobs] [Nikolai] Mama.

[kisses] [sobs] Don't they look fine in their uniforms?

I can't bear to look, for fear of thinking what may happen to them.

Don't... Don't say that.

They'll come home safe.

I'm sure of it.

I wish I could come with you.

I'd chop old Bonaparte down like this.

I bet you would.

[Natalya] Will we ever see our boy again?

-There, there, my dear.

-War is a terrible thing.

What has to be, must be.

And boys will be boys.

I'm going to make you proud of me, Papa.

I know you will, my son.

I know.

[Natalya sobs] [sighs] [Nikolai] Let's go.

[sobs] Bye!

[rhythmic marching] [Kutuzov] They've marched a thousand miles, but are in excellent shape.

-You issued my order?

-[soldier] Yes, Your Grace.

We march tomorrow to join with General Mack's army at Ulm.

And that's where we'll stop Napoleon in his tracks, God willing.

General Mack and the Austrian army will be defending this approach.

We will attack the French from the East, here.

[man] I tell you I must see the General.

[officer] And I tell you he is busy.

-[man] I insist... -Go and see what that row is about.

[officer] As soon as he is available, I will let him know you are here.

Until then, you will have to wait.

I must see General Kutuzov.

As soon as he is available, I... What is it?

You may give your message to me.

With respect, are you General Kutuzov?

I am Kutuzov.

Your Grace, you see before you the unfortunate General Mack.

What are you doing here?

We were to join forces at Ulm.

Napoleon outflanked us.

We suffered terrible losses.

I was obliged to offer him our surrender.

What?

The whole army?

Seventy thousand men?

With regret, Your Grace.

So what's the matter with you, young Rostov?

Nothing at all, Captain, except retreat isn't what I went to war for.

I know.

You want to put that fine young horse of yours through his paces, huh?

Well, you'll get your chance by and by.

And you may not care for it when you do.

What's it like, Denisov?

What's what like?

Actually, you know, being in combat.

[chuckles] Bloody awful if you're on the losing side.

But seriously, it's one of those things no one can tell you about.

You have to experience it for yourself.

Like being with a woman for the first time.

Can be wonderful, can be terrifying.

[chuckles] You'll find out.

[chuckles] [Kutuzov] Ah, Bolkonsky.

There you are.

We're in trouble.

Napoleon's armies have moved so fast we're in danger of being outflanked.

Prince Bagration's very nobly volunteered to lead a detachment and engage the French in battle, whilst we continue to retreat with the bulk of the army.

[Bagration] Goodbye, General.

God bless you for a great deed.

[Bagration] I thank you for the honor.

May Christ be with you, dear boy.

[sighs] Your Grace, I request permission to join Prince Bagration in this action.

It's 7,000 men against 45,000.

If one quarter of them come back tomorrow, I'll thank God.

That's why I'm asking to be with them.

Death or glory, huh?

Well, I won't stop you.

[artillery whooshing] -[explosions] -[men screaming] For God's sake, pull back.

We can't hold them, Your Excellency.

It's not safe.

Cease fire and reform.

We need the Pavlograd Hussars.

You.

Take the message.

Sir.

[nervous neighing] [constant explosions] [heavy breathing] [soldier 1] It's all right.

He's one of ours.

[messenger] Captain Denisov?

[soldier 2] Over here.

[indistinct conversation] This is it, boys!

We're needed on the front line!

We'll need to break through to get there.

Yah!

Come on.

[distant artillery] This is it, now.

Stay close and do what I do.

God be with us, boys!

Forward!

Hold it!

There they are!

Hold it!

Here we go!

[everyone yelling] Stay about me, lads!

[shots] [everyone yelling] [shot] [groans] [pants] [muffled yelling and stomping] [pants] [Nikolai] All right, boy, all right.

You'll soon be up again, huh?

[nervous chuckle] Little Rook, what have they done to you?

[muffled artillery shots] Over here!

[soldiers speaking French] [shots] [constant shooting] Don't kill me!

Don't kill me, please, please!

[sobs] [soldier] All right, my little bunny rabbit, no one's going to hurt you here.

Where did you come from?

My name is Count Nikolai Ilyich Rostov of the Pavlograd Hussars.

M-my horse was shot from under me and I've...

I've hurt my arm.

[yelling and explosions] [Andrei] Tushin!

Tushin!

Tushin!

Tushin!

Pull the guns back, now!

You've done all you can.

[shots] [groaning] This is madness!

The guns are lost!

We should get out of this.

You go if you want to.

I'm staying.

[grunts] [credits theme]