Gogol. A Terrible Vengeance (Гоголь. Страшная месть)

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A FILM BY EGOR BARANOV

The bodies of young women

have been found near Dikanka village.

A horseman was seen near each crime scene.

You're capable of solving the most difficult cases.

- I can prove useful to you. - Well, Gogol...

I'm Alexander Binkh,

head of the local police.

I'm Danishevskiy.

I see you've met my wife alpady.

Lisa.

These murders cannot be connected.

It happened about 30 years ago.

Mr. Gogol's abilities may be

beyond your understanding.

There's another world. A dark one.

You can enter this world.

It is your gift.

Mr. Guro!

We must find the murderer.

Starting tonight, all of Dikanka

will fall under a special provision.

Sniffing around, are you?

Run along, little witch.

Evil spirits rage, their strength increases tenfold.

The horseman marked not seven, but eight girls.

The eighth is Lisa.

I love you.

We brought the girls here to be slaughtered?

Let us ask the man who planned it all.

I need Gogol.

We must perform a rite in the church.

You serve the horseman? Tell me his name!

I summon Viy!

He's not breathing.

ATERRIBLE VENGEANCE

THE HORSEMAN'S LAIR

Created by: ALEXANDERTSEKALO

Written by: NATALYA MERKULOVA, ALEXEY CHUPOV

Director: EGOR BARANOV

What grieves you, Papa?

Director of Photography: SERGEYTROFIMOV

Remember this, Vasilina:

only what I tell you is the truth.

Mr. Gogol was a godly man.

He had a great soul.

And should anyone have a bad word to say about him,

ignore them.

Don't believe it.

Why are you talking about Mr. Gogol as if he were dead?

He isn't dead.

You're right, my girl.

His soul is eternal.

He will live on in our hearts forever. God rest his soul.

You're wrong! He isn't dead!

So, did you find a place?

- I did. - Splendid.

We'll carry out the funeral rites tomorrow at dawn.

- Is there something else? - Yes sir,

only please don't thrash me for this, Mr. Binkh.

I just can't understand

why you have decided to bury Mr. Investigator secretly.

Is he now a criminal, to be buried like a dog, in the wild?

Then allow me to explain.

Those who died at the farm shall be buried tomorrow.

They died because of Mr. Investigator.

If we bury him at the same time as them,

all hell will break loose...

civil unrest, or God forbid, a revolt.

And who wants that, I ask you?

But, why did you conclude that the girls died at the farm

because of Mr. Gogol?

Well, who suggested they be taken to that damned farm?

He suggested it...

but you gave the orders.

Never mind.

I hope the doctor has dissected the body.

I need the exact cause of death for my report.

Mr. Binkh,

the doctor is refusing to cut him open.

What do you mean "refusing"?

This is sabotage!

Why are you not dissecting?

I'm completely...

unfit to, at the moment.

I can't carry out the dissection...

in this state. I'm afraid I'd...

diagnose inaccurately.

You're in a perfectly fine state.

Drunkenness never stopped you before.

- Stop fooling around. - I will not.

Are you mad?

You are disobeying a direct order.

I don't care.

Doctor Bomgart, pull yourself together.

What is the matter with you?

He was my... only friend.

I do not intend to dig around inside him.

You are simply heartless.

Mr. Binkh, this is outrageous!

Your people will not allow my master a funeral.

Splendid. No dissection, a grand funeral...

- What? - Nothing. Where do you want it?

The church, of course. I've arranged with...

Impossible. We mustn't attract attention.

Good God, this is almost sinful!

The funeral cannot be held in the mortuary.

This is all very unchristian, Mr. Binkh.

You keep out of it.

Tomorrow...

the priest can recite prayers in the graveyard. That's all.

I see you hold a grudge against my master.

One mustn't be at war with the dead.

You are a godless man, sir.

How wonderful.

I am heartless, godless, and to blame for the death of the girls.

Perhaps I'll be struck by lightning next.

Where are you, my beloved falcon?

Rise and come to me!

Perhaps I do not cry bitterly enough,

to warm and awaken your soul.

Why are you neither among the living nor the dead?

Where are you?

How can I find you?

A loving heart will hear all, and will find you.

We shall be forever inseparable.

Have mercy on me, oh God,

according to your great compassion blot out my transgressions.

Wash away all my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin.

For I know my transgressions, and my sin is always before me.

Give rest, oh Lord, to the soul of Your late servant, Nikolai.

If he has sinned in his life...

Oh God, who loves mankind, forgive him and have mercy.

Spare him eternal torment.

Grant God's Kingdom to...

We must hurry, the others shall soon be brought here.

Amen.

Wait.

I would like...

to say a few final words.

Mr. Gogol was a man of extraordinary mind.

- He was a man... - No time for speeches.

Lower the coffin.

Wicked souls!

You've made the coffin of rotten wood.

- I'll rip your hands off... - We had to make lots, quickly.

The others are made of fresh wood.

This is enough for that monster.

Come on, hurry, or we'll be here till Christmas.

Lower it.

Finish the job.

Stop! Why are you burying him alive?

Little one...

He isn't dead!

He's alive!

Papa?

What does this mean?

I'm dead?

Forgive me, son.

For what?

For all the wrong I did you.

I am to blame.

What for, Father?

I don't understand.

I shouldn't have.

I shouldn't...

It will take your father an eternity to redeem himself.

He will never redeem himself! It is not easy for him in the afterlife.

His soul is burning in the flames...

...burning in the flames of Hell.

And while he burns, you shall live.

You shall live... dark one!

N. GOGOL 1809 - 1829

Thank God that's done.

Forgive me, sir.

I couldn't protect you.

It should be an old fool like me lying in this damp earth.

Help!

Holy Mother of God.

Lisa, don't!

Lisa, please, you are in my way.

No, we don't need any more compresses.

He can't have solid food, make some porridge.

Yes, ma'am, at once.

How do you feel?

Already...

much better... thank you.

It's a true miracle that you are alive.

Gentlemen, I do not wish to disappoint you,

but there is nothing miraculous about it.

It was simply a two-day lethargy.

- A lethargy? - Correct.

A deep sleep, known to science, often mistaken for death.

In fact, there was a similar occurrence in 1785,

in Toulouse.

The Marquis de Messey fell into a three-day lethargy,

waking up, believe it or not, in the coffin at his own funeral.

His family were rather astonished.