Rasputin, Demon of the Women (Rasputin, Dämon der Frauen)

What have you come here for? -Grigori! -Father Grigori.

Rasputin.

Move aside.

Most of it, Your Eminence, I have written to you about. I don't know what to do now.

They keep on talking about miracles. My own countrymen... I don't recognise them anymore!

What's the matter with you?

Grigori has taken my sister!

Go give the driver some tea.

Hey, driver, want some tea?

Rasputin!

Oh they're here about Rasputin. Isn't he in prison?

Where is my daughter?

Where is Luscha, I ask of you?

Grigori, I've already told you. For the last time, it won't do!

Do you hear me? Did you hear what I said?

-What do you want? -Nothing... -Then, leave!

Well, Misha? The Bishop and Commissar are outside.

-People are saying they want to... -Arrest you.

Eminence, something must be done! He preaches sin, and seduces women.

And to what do you attribute Rasputin's influence?

I must see the Bishop.

What terrible thing did Grigori do?

Grigori, the Bishop.

God bless you.

What this man has just said-- many others have said the same!

Now, we will at last be rid of that dog.

Complaints have been made against you.

You work miracles, so I hear.

You were in a monastery... Did you work miracles there too?

I don't work any miracles. I only believe in God.

Help... Father Grigori, help us. Please help us, Father Grigori. Help.

We're taking this man with us to St. Petersburg.

Your Excellence, the Interior Minister.

Your Excellence, these are the reports gathered so far that reflect the current mood of the peasants.

The Commissar will arrive tomorrow and would like to give Your Majesty the full account himself.

Is Petroff here yet? Your Excellence, Petroff is not here yet.

-Here I am! -Misha! I'm so happy you're back!

Something dreadful has happened. Give me a kiss.

The doctor says I've made him ill. Tell me, how was your journey?

-I've some very important... -He's refused even chocolate for five days!

Well, whatever's happened? It's not my fault, I swear!

Is it that bad?

-Careful! He might catch something. -Careful? I'm always careful.

Come, quickly, with the towels!

He mustn't catch a cold.

You've got a nice face, but you'll be the death of me. For weeks now, twenty treatments a day.

Also a gift of God. He is ill, yes?

My wife's convinced that he is a miracle-worker.

We've got quite an epidemic going on with this 'miracle-worker.'

What was his name? Rasputin? Rasputin, Excellence.

Cured. Completely cured! He didn't do a single thing, apart from looking into his eyes.

The poor child.

Majesty, Rasputin could help...

My... my head. It hurts.

He must get better, I have prayed for it.

There's been more haemorrhaging.

Let us hope his temperature goes down. Then the danger may pass.

Rasputin!

God bless you.

Alioscha.

Can you hear me? Do look at me, Alioscha. Hmm?

It doesn't hurt anymore. It won't hurt anymore.

You are well. Well.

Completely healthy, you are. Alioschinka.

Soon you'll get up. Then travel with me to Siberia.

Siberia is a big country. A beautiful country. With beautiful fields, Alioscha.

My dear Alioschinka.

Look - it's just like Grigori!

-Where are you going? -To Rasputin. -Your name, please?- Mina Ivanova.

God grant him health, he has a good heart.

-He's a saint. -A saint? He's more than a saint.

-500 rubles, I offered him. -Did he take it? -Ha! What do you mean, did he take it?

My garter.

This isn't mine!

Thank you.

-And with that you can go to the minister. -Thank you.

-What do you want? -I have a personal request for Grigori.

Then you must make an appointment.

If you'd like to go through.

-What can I do for you, my child? -I have a great request for you, Father Grigori.

All of these from dear, good women. So, you have a special request?

God bless you, Alexander.

Alioscha, yes, of course I'll come.

I'll bring him that new toy. Yes, I'll see you soon.

Do not disturb me.

So, now I have time for you.

Come, sit down, little dove.

Shall I take your jacket off for you?

Love, yes? Yes!

This is a keepsake.

Mrs. Grey has arrived.

-Rasputin has come with her. -Rasputin?

Everyone's very excited.

My niece Musja, and Lieutenant Suschkoff.

Shall we sit down, Grigori?

You have a beautiful soul, child.

And you have bad thoughts.

Eat, little dove.

God speaks through him.

Now I understand his hold over the tsar.

The tsar wants to make a minister out of him. That wretch!

You're leaving?

It's intolerable! They're all so mad for that peasant.

If the tsarina herself swears by him, it has to be.

-And Muscha? -Ah, so her as well?

-Disgusting. -Goodbye.