That's how you deal with a problem, isn't it?
I'm sorry you had to be here.
I hope you didn't tell Beria that he was going to be safe from harm.
You will be safe, okay? Vasily, too. If you listen to me.
What are you talking about? Just be quiet now.
I refuse to be quiet every time...
Just shut up! Vasily stays here in Russia where we can take care of him. Read it.
Vienna? If I stayed, I could contain Vasily.
No. No. No, you go to Vienna. He stays. We can't have a drunken madman spreading conspiracy theories all over the world.
He's not... He's not bad.
No. No. You understand what's going on? This is how people get killed, when their stories don't fit. Safe travels.
I never thought it would be you.
[Khrushchev impatiently motions her into a waiting car, and she is driven away.]
Now we can turn the corner.
Yeah. Put all the bloodshed behind us.
I'm worried about Malenkov, though. Can we trust him?
Can you ever trust a weak man?
[after Kaganovich, Mikoyan and Bulganin arrive]
Comrades, now that we're quorate, I propose we call a doctor.
All the best doctors are in the Gulag or dead.
Yes, yes because they tried to kill the boss!
So any doctor still in Moscow is not a good doctor.
What are peoples' thoughts on getting a...bad doctor?
What the **** are you talking about, that's mad! What if he recovers and finds out?
Well, if he recovers, then we got a good doctor. If he doesn't recover then we didn't, but he won't know.
[as Beria realizes he is being scapegoated for the massacre of civilians by the NKVD]
It's time all of you realized who kept the daggers out of your backs. Show some **** respect! I... I've got, I've got... [grabs files from an aide] I've got documents. I have documents on all of you! [to Kruschev] You, um, 30th of March, 1937. Zolotov trials. 42 dead, 173 exiled. Your signature!
Yeah, well, you signed off on the life of your own **** brother!
Oh, you think that was easy? You bastard!
[to Mikoyan]
Bagrov, Gorev! How did your conscience accommodate that? [to Bulganin] And Zykov! Zykov! Poor blameless, guileless Zykov! All of you! All of you! I have documents on all of you! I've seen what you've done. I know the truth. [grabs a fistful of papers] It's all written down. It's all written down on a very **** long list![hurls the papers to the ground; to a guard] Just... pick them up. [the guard does]
We will convene tomorrow, after the funeral. I will nominate... some scapegoats, we can arraign... a couple of the officers who fired.[he quickly leaves]
It's only comrades and friends who can shout at each other like this.
All right, so we'll fix this in committee, right?
He's using you, Georgy! He's using you, and then he's going to kill you! You saw those papers.
What are you talking about? Jesus, Nicky, he was pointing at you, he wasn't pointing at me.
No, no, he said, [twirls his finger] "all of you."
No, no, I was over there, and he went, [twirls his finger] "all of you".
Yeah, [twirls his finger] "all of you."
No, no, [twirls his finger] "all of you."
No, he said, [twirls his finger] "all of you."
[annoyed]
You know, [twirls his finger] all of you... [bends over and points] ...can kiss my Russian ass! All of you!
[at Beria's supposed "trial"; Malenkov attempts from a prepared statement while others shout at Beria]
This is a travesty! You are all witnesses- this is criminal! Criminal travesty! I demand my rights under Article Fort- [to Ivan Konev, who is slapping his hand against the table] Would you stop banging?!
NK Nikita Krushchev
Marshal?
IK Ivan Konev
Comrade General Secretary! Get on with it!
You're judging me-you're judging me! I judge all of you! All of you!
NK Nikita Krushchev
**** you!
[Beria keeps shouting hysterically; Malenkov gives up on reading the prepared statement, and Krushchev grabs it and starts to read it aloud]
You are accused of using your position as Minister of the Interior to plot against the Soviet Union...
Zhukov's Chief of Staff: Traitor!
...with the goal of forwarding the interests of foreign powers.
Foreign powers? From where, the **** moon?!
You are also accused of three hundred and forty-seven counts of rape, of sexual deviancy and bourgeois immorality...
Everyone in this room is responsible for someone's death!
...and acts of perversion with children as young as seven years old.
You've got it wrong! I deny-
Petra Nikova, aged 13. Nadia Ranova, aged 14. Magya Holovic, aged seven. Would you like to read the list yourself? [Beria doesn't respond] You are accused of treason and anti-Soviet behavior. The court finds you guilty and sentences you to be shot.
[Beria is hauled to his feet and dragged outside, kicking and struggling amidst general commotion]
No! Please, don't shoot me! Don't hurt me! I'm sorry, I-
[An unidentified soldier takes out his sidearm and shoots Beria through the forehead. There is a shocked silence as Beria falls to the ground, dead]
Well, that's got it done. [pause] Come on, have a look. Everyone.
This is for us! This is for the people!
Everybody happy? Proper dead?
NK Nikita Krushchev
Get 'im up.
You've ruined everything, Lavrentiy. You've ruined everything!
CP Coup participant
[as Beria's corpse is hauled away]
**** off back to Georgia, dead boy!
[Beria is hauled away to a lavatory to hide him from potential rescue by the NKVD]
I have been picturing this moment every day for the last three decades.
[handcuffed to a pipe]
Is this magisterial enough for you all? This charade? This is a lavatory!
Well, you should feel at home then, shouldn't you, you little coil of shit?
[looking at Malenkov's portrait on the wall]
**** me, Georgy's eyes really do follow you around the crapper. It's weird.
Why'd they hang a picture of my grandmother in here? [laughs]
[...]
Ho-how long until the Army gets here? We're in complete limbo now!
Not long. We have to wait for the NKVD to leave the Kremlin.
[ducking into a bathroom stall]
In that case, if nobody objects, I'm going to spend a kopeck. It's the excitement, I think...
[The members of the Presidium are all standing around Stalin's coffin, talking in low tones.]
Ask Beria if he invited the bishops.
Don't give me orders. [to Bulganin] Ask Beria if he invited the bishops.
[to Beria]
Did you invite the bishops?
I'm going to give everyone in Red Square a voucher permitting one kick each to his stupid face.
[to Bulganin]
Is he asking for some delicious hay?
No, he said something quite complicated about a voucher system.
[watching the Soviet Air Force hockey team at practice]
When we play Hungary, are we allowed to use guns?
IH Ice Hockey Coach
Comrade General, these are the best I could find since the plane crash.
What plane crash? There was never a plane crash. [to Tarasov] Was there a plane crash? [Tarasov shakes his head.] Soviet planes do not crash, and Stalin's son does not **** up.
