The Young Rasputin Screenplay

Sartor was destined for a life of activism and politics. In fact, she spent a year working as a legislative aide for a state senator not bad prep for Hollywood. Instead remember that defying expectations thing? Two little girls go searching for fairies with there strange, older cousin.

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A lifelong story teller, who naturally gravitates to more dramatic, and often gruesome stories. Cinderella is living a post-fairytale life in the present day, when she is discovered by her evil stepmother and drawn into battle for the throne. It all begins when Red, a racist, red neck gringo acquires an isolated property in a forest of the Mexican territory so that, together with his granddaughter Lena, can both live in peace far from the conflicts from which they had to flee from the United States. I currently live in Mexico City where most of my time I dedicate working on feature films and series as a Director of Photography.

This is the field in which I have managed to understand the importance of working an atmosphere through light. Though a Professional DP, I have always felt the need to write and tell stories of my own. In these recent years I have wrote more than 20 short stories mostly Fantasy and Horror. Ella, the average working stiff, finally snaps after too many years of working in retail.

My name is Travis Darkow, I am 25 years old from Bremerton Washington where I live with my wife and our dog Jax, though we are planning on relocating to Los Angeles within the next year or so. I have had a passion for writing since I was very young. I was always writing stories, usually about aliens or monsters, or making my own little comic books.

As I got older I never stopped writing, all through school I took as many writing courses as I could and my passion only grew over the years. I enjoy all aspects of writing. I write poetry, I love writing and playing music, and have written around songs. My greatest passion though is film. I absolutely fell in love with movies when I was a kid, and am currently working on an ever expanding list of script ideas that I have been hard at work on.

Myers looks into the eyepiece. On the screen, Myers' cornea is scanned. His ID and badge numbers appear. Confused, Myers picks up his suitcases and complies. Immediately, the floor under Myers' feet starts down. He's on a small elevator. A row of safety lights comes on. Neon lights flicker on, illuminating a circular chamber.

Right in front of Myers: Myers knocks on it. An office made of them. The soft glow of green-shaded reading lamps bathes everything in an intimate, warm light. One entire wall is a thick pane of glass, the wall of a huge tank of water. Myers jumps, then moves closer to the glass. Each supports an open volume. He leans close to the glass, peering intently. He is slender, dolphin gray, with dark patterns streaking his soft skin. Bright blue eyes shine with intelligence. Behind a thin wound-like mouth, gills are bubbling. You're reading these --?

Through a side door, Broom enters. Every day -- as long as I'm here to turn the pages. Abe presses his webbed hand against the glass, closes his eyes -- all three lids. Abe's voice surges from the speaker. Myers, Kansas City, Scar on your chin happened when you were ten, you still wonder if it's ever going to fade away. Discovered alive in a secret chamber at St. Trinian's Foundling Hospital, Washington. Points at a small piece of antique paper, framed on the wall. Broom uncovers a tray by the tank: Myers gags and reels back. Abe smiles and takes a subaquatic bow, gracefully nabbing the eggs as they float through the hatch.

Do you remember what it said? The walls are lined with glass cases containing occult artifacts. Hitler joins "The Thule Society" -- a group of German aristocrats obsessed with the occult. He who holds it becomes invincible. They go through a series of pneumatic doors. Workmen are replacing two of the doors.

Big dents from an oversized fist have deformed the 2-inch thick metal plates. MYERS , you mean. Hitler died in ' A dinner pile at least 4 feet high. The door closes behind him. CLAY They're not speaking. Professor Broom had him grounded. You saw the fish man, right? CLAY Well, come on in and meet the rest of the family. Three solenoid locks turn. Dozens of CATS wander around; others are curled up on the furniture.

There are Zippo's everywhere, from every era. On a sofa made from the bed of a pickup truck is a heap of blankets and comic books. CLAY sotto voce He gets fed six times a day. He's got a thing for cats. You'll be his nanny, his keeper, his best friend. Clay points at a torn comic book: Myers picks it up, looks at the cover: Uniform, fighting a monstrous ape. Myers watches, amazed, as a bright red TAIL waves in and out of a pool of light about ten feet away. One of the cats playfully paws at it. The voice is a deep baritone, chesty and powerful.

Sixty years old by our count. But he doesn't age like we do -- think dog years: He's barely out of his teens. Myers gasps, seeing a monumental figure in the shadows, exercising with a lb. Crimson biceps like cooked hams. Finally got those implants?? Agent Clay blushes as he hides his scalp. CLAY It'll fill in. Where do you want your dinner, Red? On a nearby pile of junked TV sets, a loop of Fleischer cartoons and home movies cycles endlessly. One subject appears over and over: I'll be around, Red, just back in the field.

Hellboy lets the dumbbell drop. Give him the candy. Myers remembers he's holding the Baby Ruths. I -- I have these. Clay nods Still angry? You got yourself on TV again. You have a first name?? He hates when people stare. Hellboy finally enters the light. He's awe-inspiring, with chiseled features, patterned red skin and deep-set golden eyes.

In spite of himself, Myers is staring at the horn stumps. Myers looks around, bewildered. They're playing our song. CLAY We're on the move. You're taking me for a walk! Loud protests from the reporters as a line of black sedan cars are waved through. We've got SWAT vans, paramedics, you name it On its side a mirrored sign reads: Dozens of faces are reflected in the truck's mirrored logo.

The mirrors are see-through. The back of the truck is a fully-equipped crime lab, crammed with hi-tech gear and low-tech talismans. ABE fits a respirator over his face. It looks like a mechanized Elizabethan collar. Valves bubble and hiss as he inhales liquid through his mouth and out his gills.

One sheet of glass between them and us. ABE Story of my life. I could be outside -- ABE You mean, outside Hellboy straps on a huge utility belt heavy with amulets, rosaries, horseshoes. From an ashtray he grabs a handful of stogie stubs. Lights one, puts the rest in a pouch. ABE Nothing psychic about it. From a nearby roof, Agent Lime signals all clear. CLAY into a handheld radio Seal the doors.

Red and Blue are coming in. The truck stops, Clay pulls a lever. CLAY Okay, boys, let's synch up our locators. Abe, Clay and Hellboy activate lights on their belts. They BEEP and blink. On view, various display cases. CLAY reading a report At nineteen hundred hours an alarm tripped. Broom stands at the base of the marble staircase.

Myers observes as the red Goliath sheepishly averts his gaze from that of the fragile old man. Abe removes a leather glove from his hand. He closes his three eyelids and concentrates. Two agents arrive with a rolling munitions case. Myers observes as Hellboy opens it and looks over a potpourri of bullets of all colors and shapes.

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Saint Dionysius the Aeropagite. The Vatican deemed its contents dangerous enough to include it on the List of Avignon. Of which we hold a copy. Hellboy selects a clip full of bullets and a speed loader. Holy water, silver shavings, white oak: ABE pulling his hand away Behind this door.

A dark entity -- Evil, ancient and hungry. Abe quickly starts scanning a few leather-bound volumes of ancient magic. Lemme go in and say "hi". The exhibits are destroyed; piles of debris are burning. Hellboy walks past a fallen display case. He moves around cautiously. A couple of large carvings and statues startle him. Bitten belts and shreds of uniforms and hats. It stinks in here -- Finely aged roadkill. The sickening sound of snapping bones and mastication reaches his ears. Most of its face is hidden, but the jaws are shiny with blood. Six library guards, raw?

Plus belts and boots? ABE There's not much here: Part of the neck is exposed: I'm not a great shot, but -- raises his gun "The Samaritan" here, uses really big bullets, so whadyasay we work this out? His waist twists him degrees!! Screeching, Sammael leaps away!!! The high-caliber ammo rips a few columns apart and finally catches Sammael. The bullet goes through it and destroys a statue and a large window behind him. The monster squeals and goes down. With a rattling cough, it grows still. Puts his gun away, like a gunslinger. Sammael, the desolate one, lord of the shadows, son of Nergal -- INT.

Hellboy looks back at the corpse: How do I kill it --? From out of nowhere, Sammael appears and swings an arm!! Abe and Broom backpedal fast. Myers pulls out his gun, and starts looking for another way in. Broom observes this, pleased. Hellboy fights to stay conscious. Hellboy's in shock, confused. I ushered you into this world. Hellboy catches sight of his big gun, lying on the ground.

A 7-foot tongue lashes out from Sammael's mouth like a whip. It's arm-thick, with yellow sacs billowing from its sides. It wraps around Hellboy's right arm. Hellboy falls to the ground, writhing, grinding his teeth. The tongue squeezes and pulls. Smoke pours from Hellboy's skin. Myers appears at the end of the alley, firing round after round into Sammael's tongue. Hellboy manages to roll away. He takes cover behind the trash container. Myers proudly shows him the gun. He grabs his gun and tries to reload, but his arm hurts too much. Here -- He hands him the gun and a fresh clip.

Reaching into his belt, Hellboy extracts a vacuum-sealed packet. The tongue punches through the steel like a ramrod. Hellboy and Myers can barely dodge it. Myers cracks a safety pin. The glass head on the bullet glows like a chemical flare. What the hell is that? He's looking at Hellboy's smoking arm.

Inside a bloody gash, a big, black stinger is gleaming. Hellboy pulls it out, then steps on it. It pops like a ripe grape. Sammael's tongue instantly wraps around the gun's muzzle. His face lit weirdly green as the tracking bullet lodges within the gun. It hits him square in the chest: With a shriek, the thing leaps over a wall. Hellboy scrambles after it. He hits full stride, following it around a corner. Myers lands a second later, cradling his arm, chasing after him.

No, what are you doing? A ten-wheeler backs up, effectively blocking their way. A few workers load pumpkin boxes in it. A small carrousel and refreshment stand flank a pumpkin patch. Hellboy catapults himself onto the trailer's roof. The driver is almost crushed under the steel. He screams, showered by thousands of glass shards. Myers is a few steps behind. We're heading towards civilians He squeezes between the vehicle and the alley wall. The vendors are yelling at him. Cars swerve, avoiding a collision as Sammael lands on the opposite sidewalk.

He too dives straight into the traffic as Myers follows -- He runs into the road The impact somersaults the car over them both. It lands with a thud on the street, air bags exploding. Other cars stop, tires squealing and horns blaring. A major traffic jam. Myers opens his eyes, nods.

He moves after Sammael. At the far end he sees a metal grate has been moved. He comes up to the opening, then jumps in. Sammael is a few yards away. A train horn blares. Hellboy smiles and puts away his gun.

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Landing inside with a ROAR!!! His legs rattle over the tracks. Steam and sparks explode everywhere. I'm on your side!! After the train passes, Hellboy sits up, forehead smoking. A trail of GOOP is glowing. He follows it, until it ends abruptly. Then a fat drop of glowing goop hits his hand.

Sammael hangs from the ceiling, then drops. Then the creature lifts Hellboy in a ferocious bear hug. Hellboy twists around and cracks open the jaws of the creature, like King Kong and the T-Rex. Sammael staggers back and -- in an impossible maneuver, re- knits his jaws together! Sammael's mouth starts to open! Sammael's tongue rears back, a snake ready to strike.

Hellboy grabs the rail. An electrical discharge consumes both creatures and burns the frame like flashpaper. Hellboy lets go, his hand and body smoking. Sammael -- very crispy -- is convulsing in a cloud of smoke. Wreathed in smoke, Hellboy shakes off the shock and uses a flame on his arm to light a cigar. Myers -- his arm freshly bandaged -- signs a police form. Tell Father I'll be home. He shouldn't wait up. I do my job, I take a break. He turns off his belt locator and moves away into the darkness of the tunnel. A series of sinks and stalls, lined with dirty white tile.

A phonograph nearby plays Wagner. Kroenen stands next to it. ILSA is nearby, a straight razor glinting in her hand. She stands over Grigory -- his back to us -- lovingly shaving her master's scalp. Places them in Grigory's sockets -- his back to us -- as he turns, a glass eye shifts lazily into position. He opens his hand: He cradles it like a precious stone. Die in peace and be reborn again and again He closes his fist.

Rasputin stands, his neck and shoulders rising, engorged by moving flesh beneath his human skin. Ilsa stares in fascination. And so will we all -- Won't we? Behind him, in the darkness of a tunnel: A crew is cleaning up. The dead guards are carried out. I'm running out of lies, Trevor. What do you think this is, "The Brady Bunch? And I'm not the only one. You're up for review. You and your petting zoo. I'll get him back. Manning watches as Abe finds a sharp dagger embedded in the floor. ABE I need to touch it to "see" ABE The past, the future, whatever this object holds.

ABE Don't worry about fingerprints. I never had any. Abe holds the dagger in his hand, turns to Broom. ABE They were over here, Professor. You mind sharing your mystic insights? Broom examines the dagger: The dragon and swastika. He solemnly extends his hand. As soon as Abe takes it, the room But after the guard moves on, a spidery form emerges from the pool of shadows on the floor. On his chest, a close-fitting harness comprised of softly ticking gears.

Then, on the glass, a reflection: She uses her hammer to destroy the glass case. Warning lights come on. It spins, like a giant bone saw, slicing across the statue. No apparent damage until: Ilsa reaches into a hollow portion in the wooden statue and removes a large reliquary jar containing Golden sand. Six guards hurry in.

They point their flashlights and guns at Kroenen. The guards shoot again. Kroenen maneuvers the steel, deflecting the bullets which -- -- ricochet wildly -- and finally hit three of the guards. They fall silently to the floor. Kroenen dispatches two more in a flurry of knives. The last guard raises his gun. His hand breaks, twisted by an unseen force!! The flesh on his neck pushes upwards, held by an invisible force.

He starts floating in mid-air. The blinking lights of arriving police cars tint the windows red and amber. They outline a figure formerly submerged in shadows. He gestures with both hands, as if holding an imaginary doll. His arm muscles twitch under his skin, shifting, changing, gaining strength. With a quick gesture Grigory twists the lower and upper parts of the guard's body in opposite directions.

Grigory looks at Ilsa. Gathered from the tears of a thousand martyrs. Restraining the essence of Sammael, the hell hound, the seed of destruction. Grigory slices the air with his open hand, creating fleeting glyphs He deposits it in mid-air, at the center of the circle.

Then, the sand begins to move, like liquid mercury. Lines fuse into a pile.

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It melts and bubbles, growing and foaming. He steps away, wincing, enduring a bolt of pain in his side. Motions for the others to stay back. He extends his open palm and "feels" the air near the old man's back. And they are back -- in my lifetime, they are back. To finish the job. Lanterns hanging from the trees, couples drinking and listening to Pop music on picnic tables. As he shuts his eyes, a bright, red tail neatly snatches the six-pack. The mesh-covered windows are decorated with paper skeletons and jack-o'-lanterns.

A topiary garden surrounds the building. One sleeve of his overcoat is soaked in blood. Hanging from his tail: Behind her, a lithe young woman in a patient's gown carries the medicine tray. A scar mars her forehead. Three thick rubber bands circle her wrist.

And he has beer! Hearing this, Liz stops. She closes her eyes, tugs at one of the rubber bands on her wrist and lets it snap against her skin. She winces and peers out the window. The garden below seems empty. Hanging from her neck: She follows a trail of blood to a large, thorny bush. As she circles it LIZ Back so soon? Visible in the branches, a leg and part of Hellboy's overcoat.

His tail emerges, dangling the six-pack. Liz shoots a Polaroid. LIZ To wash down my lithium pills? But I'm still a patient. Shyly, he climbs out from the bush. She sees the bloody arm. LIZ You better have that looked at. Abe's crazier every day. And Father's still mad at me -- Liz smiles Come back, Liz.

Nicky, how long do I have to stand insolence and insubordination from your court favorites? Well, who is it this time? Should I leave, Nicky? No, no, my dear. And what's he done? He has been insolent, disobeyed orders, and grossly insubordinate in the presence of others! That's what you said last time. I know he's your little pet, but if Im to remain governor general of Moscow, I'll not be made a fool of by a colonel in her majesty's guards.

And where is he now? If I hear one more criticism of your behavior, I'm going to relieve you of your command. You must realize you're a soldier subject to your superiors. May I explain, your majesty? As colonel of her majesty's chevalier guards, I offer my apologies for insubordination while your imperial highness assumed the duties of public execution. I demand his arrest. What's this about executions? For the assassination of my brother It's for me to decide what action should be taken. This calls for immediate action. Under martial law, I acted within my rights. How many are dead? Four of them women.

After all our promises of reform Nicky, they started the killing. Paul left me alone.

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Your grandfather did not hesitate. There were no assassinations during his reign. This is another century, Igor. What you have done has put us back 20 years in the eyes of Europe. Or would you rather be called Kaiserin? The last empress Germany gave us Was usually called "The Great. Moderation might be all right in Germany, but here it would be fatal.

It has never been tried here. What if, instead of my brother, it had been your son? You really are a very cruel man, Igor. We must do something at once Something that will reach the people before the news of these executions. I'm glad I found you, Igor. Do you realize what's going on out there?

You mean the crowd? They're merely celebrating, your highness. Weren't they told the ceremonies are over? They're demanding the Czarevitch! It seems they were told he'd appear. But they're getting ugly! It's the only way we'll be able to get rid of them. Do you think Ill wave my son in front of that mob after what happened to Sergei? Nicky, Nicky, dear, We're always holding him between us and the crowd. Why can't you find someone bigger to hide behind? He's not a sacred image. The heir to the throne! Dearest Alix, we're not sending him out.

May I ask your permission to disperse them as I see fit? I'll disperse them if your majesty orders. It's perfectly simple for a few thousand soldiers to ride down a mob, but how long can you go on, sir? You can't shoot million people, and God help the dynasty if they ever learn to hate you, your majesty.

You haven't enough soldiers or enough walls to keep them back. Your majesty, punish my impertinence with death if you will, but you're on a volcano day and night. Your only bulwark, your only security is the love your people have for you and Aloysha, but that love could be killed by violence, And anyone who proposes it now Is a traitor to you and Russia and the Russian people. Nicky, why do you tolerate such impudence? There are women and children out there, your majesty.

Women and children have no business in a mob! I have a child. Nicky, I can't bear to think that someone will tell Aloysha when he's grown up that his safety was ever held Above the lives of his people. Tell the Czarevitch they're waiting. Some for you, Maria? I think it's charming. Paul, where have you been? Paul, how long are you going to be here? You should ask your father. I'm here at his command. I received your summons, sir. The task of governing millions of people is getting beyond my strength.

I want to share the burden of government with my people. I want men elected to that Duma by popular vote Leaders who would help me, Who'll represent my people. Such a Duma, sir, Would put us on an equal footing with any nation in the world. I want you to help me form it. These reforms take years to accomplish the good that's intended. Let's hope we live to see it. Aloysha will, at any rate. We can go over the groundwork in my study. Oh, Nicky, the Duma can wait one other day.

You promised me this afternoon. Is the photographer here? Nicky, if I let you off again, A whole year will slip by. Oh, Alix, Id rather play bridge with cousin Wilhelm. Remember, we are his first royal clients. Paul, do me a favor. Natasha, let's go and discuss my vices. I have to look after the Empress' letters. Your majesty, may I, uh, help her? I think you'll be a tremendous help, Paul.

I'll do my best. Come along, my brood! But I have to see about those letters. My dear child, you know, this letter-writing's a menace. I mean, you write them. Some poor wretch has to read them. He writes you back again. You have to answer it. I mean, where are you? I mean, the whole thing's interminable. It doesn't mean anything. Natasha, will you marry me? It doesn't help the dead any to stop living just because they're gone. You don't know how I feel about these things.

I suppose religion's a wonderful thing. Yes, I presume it is, but I mean, it can be overdone. It's helped you through a terrible time, I know, but it's changed you, too. I can't explain, Paul. If you could talk to him, you'd understand. Oh, is he a priest? You don't have to be a priest to have the power of God. If you talked to him, you couldn't help feeling the greatness of his soul. I think the saints must have been like him. Well, if he's helped you, I'm very grateful to him, darling. But it seems Ive lost you. There's something I can't see Something I can't fight. You'll never lose me Oh, darling, of course it is I will be a good wife, Paul.

I don't want a good wife Look at Paul and Natasha! I saw you, Paul! Aloysha, under certain conditions, one officer never sees another. Pull his hair, Maria. Hey, Aloysha, come on! Paul, send for Remezov at once. But, doctor, it's only a slight fall. It's more serious than that. Hello, operator, I want to talk to Dr. Franz Wolfe in Vienna. Did you ever hear of hemophilia? It's the heritage of her house. Well, they're all so healthy. It can only be transmitted from mother to son. There's an element lacking in the blood. The slightest injury may cause them to bleed to death. Paul has found Dr.

They'll be here in the morning. I must tell Nicholas. He's the greatest physician in Europe. I can't remember them. Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, look upon the little child. Is that the one? Your mother is happy because you're doing so well. She must have some sleep.

The doctor from Vienna will be here in the morning. Do you think this man can cure my son? If anyone can, he can. Your majesty, god won't let him die. Where is the boy? Who is this man? He is a man of God. He can cure him. He has cured many. There was woman called Nirushkin. She was dying, wasn't she, father? And the child run down by horses. He has healed them. He can heal Aloysha. The doctors have admitted they're helpless. He has the power of God. Let me pray with your son.

All the priests in Russia are praying, father. I am no priest. I am a simple man who believes God answers prayers. We are grateful for everyone's prayers. Go to the cathedral. The cathedral of God is here. Why, if you could believe like a little child, you'd say to me, "my son is getting well because Ive asked God to make him so. Don't you believe God can do more than they can? If only he could be spared that. There are no ifs, my daughter.

I can heal him. Say after me, "my son will live. Your son will live. What are you doing here? I've come to take care of the boy. Who let you in here? Your majesty, permit me to forget that you are my sovereign. This is your child. I am his doctor. I'm going to the Czar and demand That you be kept away from him.

This madman is the last straw. You and the other nurses report at once to your headquarters. Imperial majesty, your physician in ordinary begs to be relieved of his duties. He is already relieved. Now, there's no use calling her. What color are your eyes? Where did she go? She went to get a beautiful white elephant for you With purple eyes and a shiny golden house on his back.

But she's gone all the way to the zoo to get it, Aloysha. That'll take a long time. Look at my watch. A man gave that to me once for making him well. He was a great deal sicker than you are, Aloysha. Look at it glitter. See how it glitters? Look at it turn. We're going to ride in that golden house, Aloysha, on your elephant through the black, dark forest, and yellow tigers are going to be hiding in the trees, and we're going over beautiful blue rivers in the snow filled with silver fish. We'll ride on that elephant of yours, Aloysha, all the way to the moon, Aloysha.

All the way to the moon. Look at me, Aloysha. Look in my eyes. That's a good boy. Keep looking in my eyes now. Keep looking in my eyes. Keep looking in my eyes, Aloysha. You don't feel badly now, do you? You have no pain. It's gone out of your body, down your arms, through your hands, and out of your fingers. Now it's going out of the window, way up into the sky, And you are going to sleep. You're going to sleep. Your eyes are getting heavy. Lift up your hand. That's a good little boy. Who was it you were asking for a minute ago? Who was it you wanted to speak to? Well, we don't care, because he's going to sleep.

Dear little boy is going to sleep. It's been a miracle, doctor, a great miracle. I shall be the first to admit it What do you want? Have you any pain, your highness? Have you any pain, Aloysha? I'm not going to hurt you. Doctor, Im an old friend of his. I'm sorry, old mate. He's not quite himself yet, Paul.

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Could you sit up, your highness, just a little bit? He'll run around the room. Show them what you can do. Don't you believe he's cured? Come to me, Aloysha. We'll show them what two days has done. Now laugh at the doctor. Laugh at the doctor! Are you sure the diagnosis was correct? You saw the result of the blood tests. I should like to take another.

Your majesties, may I be alone with the patient? The way to lose God's power is to doubt his power. Do you want the boy to die? Even you should know better than to talk like that. You doctors have had your chance with the boy. You know what you did, and you've seen what God has done. Now, which will you choose? It isn't that, father. Which will you choose? We've already chosen, father. You've raised our son When none of you doctors have given us any hope. I hold him in my arms. Who do you suppose I would believe in? Who do you suppose I would have faith in? My daughter, your faith has made him whole.

Here's the hand that shook the Czar's. The Czar shook hands with him. Did he really do that, Grishka? What does he call you, Grishka? You mean, he talked to you? Well, what's so marvelous about that? He's just an ordinary human being. Does he really smoke cigarettes? I got one for you. One of the Czar's own cigarettes. Look what else he brought! Aw, don't be showing those things. Aw, they won't tell. Look at the eagles.

Are you going back? I've got to go to the palace every day. This will make your fortune, Grishka. How much did he give you? He didn't give him anything. He didn't give him a thing! What difference does that make, you old sheep's head? These aristocrats don't think anything about money. It wouldn't surprise me if I got rubles. I might get rubles! I saved his son's life, didn't I? Ah, you're just making up to me because Im an important man now. I've always loved you, Grishka. Ah, go on now! It's the chief of the secret police! Put those things away, will you? Don't worry, my friends.

Go on and eat. Are you sure you didn't go too far with that boy? Are you sure you didn't make him crazy like the boy in Kazan? If he's gone mad, too, they'll kill you. You can go out that door. I haven't anything to be afraid of. The boy is all right. Get out of the way. Go on over there. I have just come from the palace. Oh, you're asking permission? Your modesty is almost convincing. You know, father, it has just occurred to me that we might be able to help each other, you and I. How can I help you? Well, my department has been subject to a little criticism since the death of the grand duke Sergei.

Your post is in danger. We all have enemies. And the Czar being grateful to you at the moment, I thought you might drop a word. What makes you think that I can influence the Czar? Oh, come, come, father. You know you're the most important man in Russia at the moment. Ah, Im beginning to understand.

What is there in it for me? Your record, father, as far back as Tobolsk. There are one or two little items there that Im sure you wouldn't like to have known Now that you're where you are. You just said I was the most important man in Russia. You don't go to an important man and ask him to save your post for a ruble.

Do you keep your hat on in your own house? I beg your pardon, father. I'd almost forgotten about her. Have you got these things about everybody? Information of this kind Would be very valuable to an intelligent man. As someone once said, knowledge is power. I'll save your post for you. Yes, but I must look through some of your files. I'm going to be more important than even you think. I won't tolerate this meddling in my department.

I'm going to tell the Czar. Tell him of the 2 million kronen You received from Austria And what it was for. Tell him who planned General Sablin's murder and why you're going to meet the minister of the interior tonight at General Gadya's house. I think you can afford to take orders from me, your Excellency. Ah, you want your husband promoted, don't you? Have you done anything about General Karloff?