[Metivier] Courage, mademoiselle.

Oh, Ilya, when shall we have our Natasha back?

The doctor says she's making good progress physically.

It's as if the spirit were gone from her, she doesn't want to read or talk or sing... Pierre seems to bring her a little comfort.

We should never have let her engage herself to that cold-hearted man.

But to gain her affections and then leave her alone for a year!

Almost as if he wanted her to betray him.

Oh, Ilya, where's our lovely girl gone?

Oh God, in your mercy forgive me and show me the way to lead a better life.

[soldiers cheering] [soldiers chanting] Vive l'Empereur!

Vive I'Empereur!

Across the river, Russia.

The time has come, gentlemen.

Sound the advance.

This breach of our treaty cannot and will not be endured.

[couriers agreeing] I will not make peace with that man unless he withdraws every one of his soldiers from Russian soil.

Drubetskoy .

Come here.

I appoint you to take my message to Napoleon.

I thank your Majesty for this great honour.

Make sure he understands.

Not one single French soldier to remain on Russian soil.

Now, go and may God be with you.

[french soldier] Wait here, sir.

[soldiers talking in distinctly] Monsieur Drubetskoy.

Sire, the Emperor, my master... You're very young.

I do not want war and I never wanted it.

Your master has brought it all upon himself.

He could have had Moldavia and Wallachia.

Let him bear the consequences.

Your generals have no stomach for a fight.

[stammering] On the contrary, your Majesty... Don't argue with me.

I know everything.

I know the state of your miserable army.

You have 200,000 men, I have three times that.

Sire, if you are prepared to withdraw your troops beyond the Niemen, then the Emperor will negotiate.

[speaking French] It's too late.

I'm going to take your country, but it's all right.

It's not your fault.

Tell your master he'll receive my letter.

It's considered a great honour, monsieur, to have one's ear pulled by the Emperor.

Oh.

Right.

Thank you.

Well, we're at war again.

Napoleon's crossed the Niemen and he's advancing towards Smolensk.

Oh, Ilya.

[Ilya] Oh, don't fret, my dear.

He'll be driven back before he gets anywhere near Moscow.

But Nikolai... Nikolai's a seasoned officer now, he knows how to look after himself.

All we can do is hope and pray.

-Papa, let me enlist.

-Absolutely not!

I won't allow it.

-A boy of 15.

-All my friends are volunteering.

If you won't find me a commission, I'll run away and find one myself.

It might be best to let him join up.

Ilya.

Find him a billet where he can look the part but stay out of danger.

[sighs] Is anywhere safe now?

[sighs] Ah, Tikhon, it's good to see you.

-How are things?

-All well, your Excellency.

[Bourienne] Ah, we have been waiting and waiting for your arrival.

Do step in, Prince Andrei.

Do I need your invitation?

No, of course.

[Andrei] Are you mistress of this house now?

-No, not at all.

-Where are my father and Princess Marya?

And my son?

Inside, waiting for you, Prince.

[sighs] -Papa!

Papa!

-[Andrei grunts] [chuckles] How are you, Masha?

So, you're going to war again?

[grunts] Run along.

What else is there for me to do?

The French get closer by the day.

Well, I wish you could stay with us.

Your little boy hardly knows you.

Well, it can't be helped.

I hope you're finding my son a responsive pupil, Monsieur Dessales?

Oh, yes.

Of course, he is still very young but already I detect a certain gift for la mathématique.

Ah!

[chuckles] Unlike his aunt Marya here.

[scoffs] The hours I've wasted trying to instil the principles of algebra and geometry into that muddled little head.

Ah, we ladies, the higher studies are not for us, I think.

We have a different kind of wisdom, you know?

[laughs] And what might that be?

[giggles] If you don't know, Prince, far be it from me to tell you.

[both laughing] I see you were entertaining your idiotic pilgrims again today, Marya.

They're good people, father.

[scoffs] They know when they're onto a good thing, I'll say that for them.

[laughs] How can anyone be so gullible?

I know.

I know.

I see you looking at me.

I should treat her more kindly.

But she drives me to distraction with her stupid religiosity and the way she moons about the house with her eyes full of tears.

What's she got to be mournful about?

And La Bourienne.

[laughing] Now, at least she makes the most of herself.

She makes herself agreeable.

Eh?

If you're asking me, I wouldn't have said it but as you ask, I think you treat Marya abominably, when anyone can see how much she loves you and respects you.

And again, if you ask me, I think that French woman stirs things up between you.

She should never have been my sister's companion, she's not worthy.

Oh.

So, that's it.

You had to say it, didn't you?

I didn't want to judge but you did ask.

And Father, you know that I'm right.

How dare you?

Get out!

Get out!

I don't want to see your face any more!

just come and say goodbye to him.

[prince Bolkonsky] I will not.

Go away!

But Andrei's leaving, think, you may never see him again.

-And whose fault is that?

-[gasps] You made me quarrel with him.

I blame you for this.

Andrei, I wish you didn't have to go.

Thank God I can.

It's a shame that you can't.

Why do you say that?

When you're going to that dreadful war and Papa's so old that he may not... Andrei, let me ask you one thing.

Don't go with bitterness in your heart.

Only forgiveness will make us truly happy.

Forgiveness is a woman's virtue.

I'm not capable of it.

When I see Anatole Kuragin again, I shall challenge him and kill him.

And then perhaps my mind will be at peace.

[carriage door closes] [Natasha humming weakly] [Pierre] I wish you would play again properly, and sing again.

Sometimes I try.

But it feels wrong, you know, as if I have no voice left to sing with.

It will come again.

You've been very ill, you know, it takes time.

-But what I did to Andrei... -He should have forgiven you.

To leave you alone for a year for no good reason and how could you have known what sort of man Kuragin is?

Natasha, you made one mistake, in a life that's all been bringing happiness to everyone you know.

One mistake.

I mean, look at me, my life is one mistake after another.

-Is that how you see it?

-How could I see it otherwise?

I wanted to change the world for the better, help my fellow men, and look at me, a fat, drunken aristocrat who makes a bungle out of everything.

Natasha, I've done nothing with my life, nothing.

You've been very kind to me.

And that's only because I... Never mind.

No one's as kind as you.

No one understands me as well as you do.

If you hadn't have been there then and now, I don't know what would have happened to me, because...

If you knew now... No, this is wrong!

What?

What's wrong?

Natasha, I think...

I think its best if I don't visit you so often.

But Why?

Because... Tell me.

[prince Bolkonsky] First get some stationery, eight quires.

Here's a sample, exactly the same.

Get it from Minsky's, nowhere else.

And the varnish, sealing wax, it's all on this list.

Give my compliments to the Governor of Smolensk.

But Papa, the French are already approaching Smolensk.

They're on our doorstep.

Didn't you read Andrei's letter?

Nonsense, don't interfere!

Off you go, Tikhon.

Off you go.

MARYA: [whispering] Tikhon.

Go to the Governor, tell him my father refuses to leave and ask him what can be done for us, for how many days will we still be safe here?

All right, Princess, I'll see how the land lies.

And come back quickly.

Safe journey.

No, no, no, no.

[muttering] The French can't be near Smolensk already.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

The town has surrendered.

Leave!

Leave.

[woman shouting indistinctly] Turn around.

[indistinct shouting] [man] Done for.

Russia's done for.

Go ahead, boys.

Take the lot.

Leave nothing for the French.

I'll set the fire myself.

Tikhon?

What in God's name are you doing here?

The master refused to leave, sir.

Tell him he must.

Tell him the French will be at Bald Hills within days.

Do you understand?

He must leave now, as must you.

Yes, Your Excellency.

Is everything lost now, then?

Far from it, but for now you have to go.

Go!

-No.No.

-But Papa, Andrei said... Did he think I would abandon my home to that accursed Frenchman?

Never!

Bald Hills must be defended to the last man.

Summon the militia.

Give me my jacket.

Not that one!

The full dress uniform.

Papa, the militia aren't here any more, everyone's going.

They would never dare disobey me.

You go if you want to.

I'm making my stand here.

Tikhon, buckle my sword.

Do it!

Do it!

Grandpa's going to war, isn't he?

No!

Quickly!

Papa.

-Papa?

-[groaning] [muttering incoherently] We must carry him to Bogucharovo.

We'll be safe there for a while, at least.

Carry on.

I'm going to take a detour.

There's a place ahead where the men can bathe if they want to.

Very good, Your Excellency.

[girls laughing] [sighs] [man] Good day, master.

Where are the family?

All gone away, sir.

Thank God for that.

[groaning] [soldier] May I be of any assistance, Your Excellency?

No, thank you.

We are going to our estate in Bogucharovo.

It's over there.

I wouldn't advise it.

The French are only two days behind us.

Go to Moscow, you'll be safe there.

[prince Bolkonsky groaning] Dear heart.

Daughter, my heart aches.

Forgive me.

Of course I forgive you, Papa.

[groans] Andryushka?

I want to see him.

[sobbing] He can't come, Papa.

He's away with the army.

[sighs] Russia lost.

They destroyed her.

[sighing] [mumbles] What is it, dear?

Put on your white dress.

I like it.

[softly] Tikhon.

[sobbing] Oh, Tikhon, I wished for his death.

I prayed for it and all the while he loved me.

He loved me.

As soon as we have buried my father, we must all leave for Moscow.

But are you sure this is the best?

If we stayed, I am sure we would be very well treated by the French officers.

I won't stay to see the enemy in my father's house.

-If you please, Your Excellency.

-Yes, what?

The peasants are making difficulties about the horses.

You see?

They know they too will be well treated by my countrymen.

The French will put us under their protection.

Truly, Princess...

I would rather die than beg my enemy to protect me.

It would be an insult to my father's memory.

Tikhon, I am sure this must be a misunderstanding.

Send Dron the headman to me, please.

Immediately.

They're waiting outside, Your Excellency.

[sighs] Dronushka, what is this?

Now, after our misfortune?

We all walk under God, Princess.

I need to leave, this evening or tomorrow morning at the latest.

Can you have the horses ready and the carts loaded?

There are no horses, Princess.

Of course there are horses.

What are you talking about?

It's God's punishment, Princess.

Most of the horses were taken for the army.

And as for the rest of them, there's nothing left to feed them with.

[Tikhon] Lies!

What it is, Your Excellency, they've got it into their heads that they'd be better off waiting for the French.

[Marya] You haven't understood.

You have my word that you will be housed and fed at our estate near Moscow.

If you stay, the enemy will destroy you.

The French will set us free and give us land.

What have you ever done for us?

How can you say that?

You wouldn't dare to if my father were alive or my brother were here.

Now, I order you to have the horses ready for departure!

It's beautiful country.

We should find plenty of fodder here.

We need to secure it before the French get to it.

And a few pretty girls?

Mine's the little one in front.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What can we do for you, sweet-face?

My mistress wishes to know your namea and your regiment, if you please, and if you would come to the house and speak to her.

Certainly.

I'm Lieutenant Ilyin of the Pavlograd Hussars and this is Count Rostov, our squadron commander.

And we will be delighted to speak with your mistress.

Might we know her name?

She is the Princess Marya Nikolaevna Bolkonskaya, Your Excellency.

Her father the Prince died yesterday.

And the peasants have been taking advantage of the situation.

I'm sorry to hear of it.

Please show us the way.

I am ashamed to have to beg for your assistance, sir.

Not at all, Princess.

This is an outrage.

And I am only too happy to be able to assist you.

It will be both a pleasure and an honour to escort you away from here, and I promise you no one will dare cause you any trouble.

Thank you, Count Rostov.

My dear Prince, can it be true?

Smolensk in flames and Napoleon advancing on Moscow?

Oh, our army will stop him well before Moscow, and you know Moscow is a long way from Petersburg.

But if it comes to the worst, what is to happen to us?

Are we all to be guillotined?

No, no, no, clear lady, Napoleon is magnanimous.

I suppose we shall all have to brush up our French again, though.

Ah, Bilibin.

Interesting times we live in.

The lovely Helene not here this evening?

Ah, no.

She had to accept another invitation.

Two lovers, one absent husband and she's in a delicate condition.

Of course, the child is not Bezukhov's.

I'm sure she'll sort it out.

Marry me and I'd be yours and yours alone.

[chuckles] But that's impossible, isn't it?

Aren't you still married to Bezukhov?

No.

Well, only in name.

You see, we've...

He's never... [chuckles] I can't say it in modesty.

You're saying... it could be annulled?

Why not?

I'm sure if I write to Pierre, he'll do anything I asked.

He's such an obliging soul.

You do want to marry me, don't you?

Well...

Yes, of course.

Then I'll write to Pierre directly.

You still wasting your time, turning over cards like a little boy?

I'm trying to determine my fate, Catiche.

Someone told me that you were going to the war.

Yes, I'm considering it.

You?

You know nothing about war.

Well, perhaps it's time I found out.

[Nikolai] My dear mother and father, I hope you are making plans to leave Moscow.

Otradnoe will be much safer for you.

As for myself, you will be happy to hear that I am well and safe.

The Pavlograd Hussars have been held in reserve, so I have been buying new horses for the regiment.

We're in a beautiful part of the country and no one would think that we were at war.

"A short time ago, I was able to be of service to Princess Marya Bolkonskaya."

Ah!

"The family estate was in the path of the French advance and as I happened to be in the area, I was happy to escort the Princess for part of her journey to a place of greater safety.

She was very grateful, as you can imagine."

There's a bit crossed out there, can't read it.

"And asked me to send her warmest good wishes to you all."

[Natalya] Well.

If something should come of that, it could solve all our problems.

[Nikolai] I will soon be arriving in Voronezh, where I have been invited to spend the evening with the Governor and his wife.

I understand they're old friends of yours, so I am very much looking forward to meeting them.

Ah, here they are, the men of the moment.

You are welcome, gentlemen.

Please, take a drink.

NIKOLAI: Thank you.

[laughs] [lively music playing] Rich pickings.

[chuckles] [laughter] It is such a pleasure to meet you at last.

It's a pleasure for me, too.

We heard of your rescue of Princess Marya.

Ah.

Well, it was fortunate that I was passing.

You made a great impression upon the Princess.

Did you know that she is here in Voronezh with her aunt?

-Really?

-Yes, she is.

And of course, you will call upon her tomorrow morning to pay your respects?

I should be very pleased to see her again.

You know, it's just the match for you, would you like me to arrange it?

[sighing] If only it were that simple.

[footsteps approaching] [door opening] He's here.

[both giggling] Count Rostov.

Princess.

I was so happy to hear you were in Voronezh.

It really does seem like fate, doesn't it?

Yes, it does.

I hope your family are well.

Yes, very well.

That is to say, my sister was quite ill -but l believe she's recovering now.

-Oh, I hope so.

I liked her very much when I met her and I hope to see more of her.

I hope you do.

Strange how things turn out sometimes, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

[inaudible] [general Kutuzov] Ah, Prince Andrei.

Welcome back, Your Grace.

I'm delighted to be under your command again.

Good lad.

I'm very glad to see you.

How is your father?

I learned of his death only yesterday.

Oh.

I am so, so sorry to hear that.

I loved and respected him.

He was a great soldier in his day.

Well, well.

So you'll be at my side on the day?

I thank you for the honour but I request permission to be allowed to fight on the front line with my regiment.

Ooh, it'll be bloody.

But you don't need me to tell you that.

I expect to lose 20,000 men.

God willing, he'll lose more.

He thinks he's invincible.

He'll find he's not.

We're fighting on our own soil now.

We can't give him a clear run to Moscow, not without a fight.

So, it has to be here.

We'll stop him here, at Borodino.

Good.

Good luck, my boy.

I hope we meet again.

[all talking in distinctly] Excuse me, sir, what's this place called?

Bordino?

No, Borodino.

And are all these ours?

That's right, and over there, the French.

Look.

There.

You can see their fires on the hill.

And you are, sir, what, a doctor?

No,no.

I'm just here to see what's going on.

[men singing mournfully in russian] [grunting] [Dolokhov] Count Bezukhov!

Dolokhov.

I am so glad I saw you, old friend.

God knows whether either of us will be alive after tomorrow.

I am very sorry we fell out.

I wronged you, Petrushka, and I beg your forgiveness.

[clatters] -Hey.

Watch yourself.

-I do beg your pardon.

I'm looking for Prince Bolkonsky.

He's that way.

[Andrei] Pierre?

What in hell's name are you doing here?

Looking for you.

And I thought I would see if there was anything I could do for Russia and so on.

For God's sake, Pierre, we're about to fight the bloodiest battle yet, I have to look after you now?

You just turn around and go straight home while you still have the chance.

No.

No, I'm here now.

It's all right.

I promise, I won't get in your way.

[sighs] Very well.

Come on, then.

[Pierre] So you think we'll win tomorrow?

[Andrei] I think we'll hold them to a standstill, which is as good as winning.

I sense it in our men.

They're ready to die this time, they won't run away.

It won't be pretty.

-Really, you should go back to Moscow.

-No.

No, not now I've come all this way.

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

-You're not afraid?

-No.

No, why should I be?

If death comes, it comes.

What do I have to lose?

I feel very much the same, my friend.

I spoke to Natasha just before I came here.

She still loves you, Andrei, and she longs for your forgiveness.

That's all over now.

And I thought we'd agreed we'd never speak of it.

I went back to Bald Hills.

I was walking through the orchard.

There were a couple of peasant girls there, very young, picking the plums and eating them.

They thought they were doing something naughty.

[inhales] When they saw me, they ran away laughing.

I wanted to tell them, "It's all right, take as many as you like."

They were picking up their skirts as they ran away.

I could see their little feet flashing white...

It was her soul I loved.

Was it all an illusion?

You know, one time, she was trying to tell me about some old man she'd met in the forest who had been very kind to her, she was trying to find the right words to tell it, how special the moment had been.

She couldn't find the words but it didn't matter.

-It was in her eyes, Pierre.

-I know.

-It was her soul I loved.

-I know.

And that animal Kuragin, all he saw in her was a piece of sweet flesh to feed on.

Well, it's all over and done with now.

-No, it doesn't have to be.

-Enough.

Time to sleep.

You need to be fresh in the morning and so do I.

-Andrei... -Enough.

Warriors.

Here at last is the battle you long for.

Act as you acted at Austerlitz and victory is assured.

Posterity will remember you as the heroes who fought and won in the great battle of Borodino!

[soldiers chanting] Vive l'Empereur!