Hey, driver! Oh!
- Happy Easter, Excellency. - What is it you want, Stepan?
Could you drive to the Kasbek and ask General Bounine to come here immediately?
Isn't it too late for the Church to save that master of yours?
- Twenty-five francs? - No. Ten.
On Easter night? Twenty.
- Fifteen, Excellency. - All right, Stepan.
- Happy Easter to you. - Please. Hurry.
- Leave it to me. - It's very urgent. Please.
Look, Bob. Don't you adore Russian food?
Faster! Faster!
Faster! General...
- I'm just mad for your place. - It's always a pleasure to see you here, madame.
General Bounine, my husband.
Excuse me, General. The Count Beresoff is waiting outside in his taxi.
- He has a message for you. - From Stepan?
- Yes. He says it is urgent. - I'll be right out.
Will you forgive me for just a moment?
- Is she here? - Yes, sir.
- Where? - Over there. By the tree.
- Are you sure? - Yes, Excellency.
All right. Wait here.
Happy Easter. Happy Easter, Anna Koreff.
It is Anna Koreff. Or at least, so you were called in the asylum at St. Cloud.
- You see the resemblance? - No more than 100 women might have.
There is nothing to fear, I promise you.
- Why do you always run away? - Always questions. I've lost the answers.
Perhaps if you hadn't told the nun who you were, there wouldn't be any questions.
- Who am I? - Grand Duchess Anastasia, I believe.
In an asylum, a nun might be mad.
- It's contagious. - Then you do admit that you were in that asylum, don't you?
Stepan, are you positive she is the same woman you saw in St. Cloud?
- Yes, sir. - Come on.
Let me go, please! Let me go!
The General said to wait for him at the usual place.
Wait! How do you like that? The nerve of that Bounine.
- Didn't he leave us a message? - Yes. He said he'd be back shortly.
Late! Always late.
- Petrovin, the hour has arrived for me to tell... - I know.
You only tell me what you're going to tell Bounine.
Still, be happy now. In one week, you shall be telling it in prison.
Petrovin, I forbid that word.
- I didn't hear it. - It's the logical end to what was always a ridiculous scheme.
Ridiculous scheme, huh? But your eyes lit up like those of a mad monk...
when you heard our tsar's daughter might be alive.
- That was ridiculous. - And yours lit up...
when you heard he had a 10 million inheritance.
- Equally ridiculous. - Not equally.
The 10 million lie waiting in the Bank of England.
But the Grand Duchess Anastasia Nicolaevna lies buried in Russia.
- Vodka? - No, thank you. My digestion has been shocking...
ever since Bounine decided to form our corporation.
Bounine decided? The idea was mine!
My years of banking experience are for nothing, huh?
I devised the method of selling shares to stockholders...
to pay for the search for their beloved grand duchess.
I worked out the ratio of so many shares in her inheritance...
to so many shares of our stock.
- And my advice... - I know! Bounine was nothing.
Bounine was nothing...
Good evening, comrades.
If the term doesn't grate on your White Russian ears.
- Huh? Oh, I'm sorry. L... - Excuse me.
- The meeting is called to order. - "Called to order."Just like that?
May we have the financial report, please?
- The financial... - Yes, the financial report.
- There's another report, General. - All in due time, Petrovin. Go ahead, Chernov.
As of today, our treasury shows assets...
of, uh, here... exactly 5,250 francs.
That new suit looks very well on you, Chernov.
Am I wrong, or were there not some 9,000- odd francs at our last meeting?
My dear general, may I ask you...
May I ask you what paid for this club of yours?
15,000 francs from the stockholders, that's what!
- We live in one room, Petrovin and I... - Two.
- We share the bedroom. - This is not a meeting on your housing problem.
- Proceed with the accounts. - Housing problem, hmph!
Umm, 275 francs to Natalya Yakovski...
formerly dressmaker to the Imperial family.
Paid for the information received on clothes and measurements.
- I see you have made good use of the information. - I drew it myself.
- Those are her exact measurements. - The crown is a nice touch.
Yeah. A face would be a better one.
It's all too late now! We're facing disaster.
As a son of the former deacon to His Majesty's court, you should have more faith.
I wish my poor father, bless his soul, had had less.
All right, Chernov, please. Give him the news.
I would rather have his first.
- Mine? - I know that smile.
I'll bet you have another of your brilliant surprises for us.
- Never mind. What happened, Petrovin? - Chernov was called...
I was summoned by the stockholder's committee.
- Oh, how kind of them. - Kind, huh?
Old General Anikin came straight to the point.
"Years ago," he said, "rumors started that the Grand Duchess Anastasia Nicolaevna...
"daughter of His Imperial Majesty Nicholas II...
"had not been murdered with the rest of the royal family...
"but had escaped miraculously.
"Ayear ago," he went on, "you and your friends came to us with the claim...
"you knew Her Highness was somewhere in Berlin.
Then you said you found her, but she ran away."
Was it then we thought of using the redhead?
- No, no, the one who was always giggling. - Ah yes, the redhead came later.
- Go ahead. - "Then," he said, "you needed more money to find her.
"Again we subscribed. Then you said you found her, but she was too sick.
- More money." - Too sick?
- Oh, that was Galina. Too stupid. - "How long can she be sick, Chernov?
How much money can you drain from our thin pockets, Chernov?"
- How much have they got, Chernov? - The joke is on us, General.
- They give us exactly eight days. - Eight days for what?
Eight days to produce Her Highness, the Grand Duchess Anastasia.
- Or we go to prison for fraud. - For fraud!
- Well, it has taken them long enough. - Is that all you can say?
It really sickens me how you let him make you suffer...
how you like to suffer... and you delight in making him suffer.
Not particularly. I merely thought it advisable...
to determine exactly what our situation was...
- before suggesting how to deal with it. - What did I tell you?
All right, General. Let's have your surprise. Where is she?
- Where is who? - The woman Stepan saw in the asylum in St. Cloud!
Correct. We have finally tracked her down.
- Really? - No!
- Of course, she does not admit that she was there. - No.
- Really? - Nor does she admit that she told a nun there...
- that she was the tsar's daughter. - What does she admit?
- Nothing. I think she may be lying. - Then why do you believe...
But the important thing is that properly used, she may serve our purpose.
- How? - She has certain surprising features.
- Such as? - You will see.
She also has a rather intriguing strangeness.
Of course, that may be simply the result of amnesia.
Him and his surprises. If he were looking for a grand duke...
- he wouldn't find so many. - Stepan!
Bring her in.
- Come over here.
Don't worry. These two gentlemen are friends.
Here. Sit down.
How about a glass of vodka? It'll do you good.
Thank you.
There's nothing to fear. They merely want to examine you.
Examine? Are they doctors?
- They don't help. - Doctors? No.
- They are not doctors. - No, no. We should have kept the redhead.
The tsar's daughter drinks like a cossack.
- May I have a cigarette? - Sure. Here.
- Where am I? - I told you. With friends.
- Strange. - What?
- The resemblance to the other. - Yes. Both female.
Have you gentlemen considered what she went through?
The streets, probably. I can imagine her walk.
- Stand up. - What did you say?
Ho, ho, ho! I said, "Stand up."
We would like to see you walk over to there, if you please.
Mm, no. At least with the redhead, we could have dyed her hair.
But a walk? The grand duchesses learned with books on their heads.
- You could recognize them by their carriage alone.
Oh. Stone walls.
What's she talking about? - Chernov?
That bookkeeper who nearly ruined you twelve years ago in the forgery affair...
Would you recognize his walk today?
Would you recognize the smile of a girl you knew ten years ago?
- I didn't think of that. - You are both fools.
You're examining her as if she was the real Anastasia.
There is no Anastasia.
She was shot to death ten years ago by a firing squad.
We're not looking for her, gentlemen.
We're seeking only a reasonable facsimile.
Reasonable, yes. But that is unreasonable.
Please. Let's be constructive. - What will the committee say?
- Most of them have seen the original. - How?
At a court ball, from a balcony?
In church, by candlelight, flickering shadows?
Yes, you saw her. Many saw her. From a distance.
- Or in the newspapers. - What about the servants? Some of them are here in exile.
They saw her through devoted tears, and they will again.
- All right, and the family... - The family? If it was the immediate family...
I would not try it... but they are dead.
And do you have faith in the memories of uncles, aunts, cousins?
- I don't. - You have faith in nothing.
They will closet themselves in their bedrooms, and secretly peer at yellow photographs...
- which that woman will resemble. - That?
Yes, that. Rouge will turn the mouth up a bit.
Some powder, a new coiffure.
Dresses to suggest the other period.
Walk, manner, voice taught along with faces, names, places.
It would be easier if we could present her to the committee...
- lying in her coffin. - Yes, no questions, no answers, no mistakes.
- No money, either. - I know. Now I know!
- Know what? - It's a cellar. You brought me down here to shoot me!
- Are you mad? This is absurd. - It's a cellar!
- Sit down. Sit down, I said! - No!
Pretty good, pretty good.
- A little more rehearsal, perhaps. - What?
He told her how the real one was shot in a cellar and instructed...
Don't be stupid. I told her nothing.
The woman can undoubtedly read.
And certainly, enough has been written describing their death in the cellar.
- Some say she did not die. - Huh? Where did you get that?
He just said so: From a book, or a story I was told.
- A rumor, a whisper. - Or it happened.
It did not, and that woman is too... too something.
Too crazy, too clever, too tricky.
I don't care what she is. The important thing is that she fits.
Get up. Go over there.
- What is it? - Just a drawing. Stand closer.
Turn around.
- The correct height. - "The correct height!"
Yes. The crown might belong on her head.
A drawing of whom? Who is it?
A princess. A Russian grand duchess who died in 1918.
A princess!
G...
Petrovin, a glass of water.
- It's all right. - It's all right, Petrovin. Her Highness is better.
- Don't call me that! - How well you hear.
And how well you know how to use what you hear, and when.
It was you who told the nun that you were the Grand Duchess Anastasia.
- Sick people get sick ideas. - Then you were in that asylum in St. Cloud.
And before that, in Berlin.
- Let me out of here! - You know you were.
You were and you weren't, and why and why not?
Questions like that can only be answered by lies.
- Let me go, let me go! - Stop it! Stop it!
No. No. Please.
Please, don't. Don't!
- Look at her hand. Go on, look. - What?
Well, he wants us to look. All right. Come.
Now, come under the light.
Sit down.
Open your hands.
I told you there were surprising features.
- On the palm of each hand, a scar. - As from bullets.
Now, look at her head. Above the left temple.
A narrow depression, extending almost to the forehead.
- Just as we were told. - Where did you get those scars?
A gift from an unknown admirer.
- Where? - I don't remember.
Wounds like that and you don't remember?
- Huh! Who are you? - No one.
- Who are your parents? - None.
- Where are you from? - The river.
- Before that? - A madhouse.
- And before that? - Another river, and another madhouse.
Oh, come on now. Who are you?
- You tell me. - You must be someone!
- Why? - Nobody, nothing, no one!
- Incredible. - But most convenient for us.
All right, gentlemen. Come over here. Add up the facts.
One: She has a certain resemblance, which we can heighten.
Two: She's obviously smart enough to learn what we teach.
Discrepancies in her memory can be attributed to the head wound.
Three: She has no identity whatsoever.
Which means it will be exceedingly difficult for anyone to prove she's someone else.
- Four... precisely. - We have eight days.
All in favor of the candidate... two to one, elected.
Two to one elected.
Do you realize there are 10 million at stake?
- Ten million? - Yes, my dear. The inheritance of 10 million...
left by the tsar in the Bank of England!
And you want to risk it all on a madwoman.
I must still be in the asylum...
with the one who sat covered and crouched on the floor because she wasn't born yet.
It's you who are mad! I'll have no part of this.
Now, now, my dear. The carriage of the head not quite so high.
Grand duchesses are proud, but also modest.
- They are to be killed, not to be sold. - There you are!
Mad as a hatter! Now she really thinks she is Anastasia.
- I do not! I am not. - But you can be.
- I can make you Anastasia. - She is dead. You said so.
- That doesn't matter. - Please, please. No one will believe it.
- The family. They'll call the lie. - No matter, they will accept you.
For 10 million, gladly.
They would accept me, and pretend to love me for money?
- Is that what they are like? No. I'm going. - Isn't everyone?
- Where? To the river or the madhouse? - You have no papers.
The police will pick you up soon enough.
- If you don't die of starvation sooner. - Oh, come, come.
Why then did you tell those stories in the hospital?
To the little nun? Her eyes grew big as a child's.
But then, in the evening, she brought me special things to eat.
- An orange, or some grapes. - We can bring you much more.
But in another hospital I told other stories, and they believed them, too.
Especially the one where the train blew up.
We were too close to where the mine was planted...
so when the train hit it, pieces of metal fell like a shower of fireworks...
all about us.
The man beside me was killed, and the man beside him, too.
But I was only wounded.
Oh. So that's how you got those scars.
Yes, so it would seem.
I thought you couldn't remember.
- L-I can't, always. Things come and go.
- Like waves of mist. - But look, to be her is what you want, what we want.
Even what the royal family wants.
So I've heard before. All of it. Say this, remember that.
You are, you are not. I know you, I don't know you...
- Oh, I've heard it many times. - Where?
- Bucharest, Berlin... - Berlin?
China, I don't remember!
But the enthusiasm and the promises, those I remember.
And then when memory failed:
Disappointment, anger, dismissal!
Out in the street, failure, fake, nobody!
There you're wrong. There will not be failure this time. Not with me.
Now, listen. You want to know who you are, don't you?
Oh, yes.
You want to find the family to whom you belong, don't you?
Yes, yes.
By yourself, you are lost. But with me, you will find yourself.
Oh, please, I... I'm tired.
You know I am right. The album. Take the chance! It's the only one you have.
Oh, I'm too tired to argue.
You don't have to do anything. I will do it all.
Now, here. Look.
It's you on the deck of your father's yacht.
- The Standart? - The Standart?
- You know the name? - It's written on the lifeboat.
Oh, yes. Now, here you are with your family:
Your father the tsar, your mother, your sisters, your little brother.
- My family. - And here.
Look.
1913. The anniversary of the House of Romanov. 300 years.
There they are on the balcony of the Winter Palace:
And that little girl, there...
- that is you. - Thousands kneeling.
Singing, "God Save the Tsar."
- The people. Your people. - Yes. Yes.
- You can see it, can't you? - Yes, I can.
And now, may I present your staff: Boris Andreivich Chernov.
Formerly of St. Petersburg. Banker.
Piotr Ivanovich Petrovin. Former student of the theological seminary.
Sergei Pavlovich Bounine...
General of the Tcherkess Regiment, former aide- de- camp...
attached to the person of His Imperial Majesty, Nicholas II...
Tsar of all Russia.
Then I... I am Her Imperial Highness...
the Grand Duchess Anastasia Nicolaevna.
- Now, once more.
"Awakened in the middle of the night and taken down to the cellar.
- "And then, without warning..." - "...guards appeared in the doorway...
"and began firing.
- One fainted, shielded by the body of her sister." - Which sister?
- Was it Olga? - Right.
Yes. A white dress. Then darkness.
"One of the executioners crashed down with his rifle.
"Later, two brothers were among the guards that came into the cellar...
"to remove the dead.
- "One of the bodies moved. - Hers.
"Hidden in a farm cart under straw...
"wrapped in sheets filled with snow for her fever.
"They fled across the country...
bribed guards with jewels sewn into her blouse."
- Skirt. - Was it?
- "And they made their way to..."
- I don't know. Balta. - Balta.
And from there across the Romanian border to...
- Bucharest.
- And there? - There?
There she died of heartbreak...
and was thrown into the sea...
to the strains of an old Russian waltz.
It was all quite good up to the end.
This icon. You're supposed to have seen it before.
- Remember? Where was it? - In my mother's bedroom.
She was very religious, and she placed holy pictures everywhere.
- Right. - And books, and albums...
just like these, scattered about, overflowing the tables.
There was a sitting room between the bedroom of my mother and my fa...
Oh, no, that was that little reading room in the hospital. How silly.
- More coffee? She won't sleep. - She hasn't got time.
I don't very much anyway, but thank you.
- All right.
- Where were we? Oh, yes. Your mother. - Don't get excited.
But I know what I'm talking about! We have exactly three days left.
Let us worry about one thing at a time.
One thing at a time.
- All right, Piotr Ivanovich, I'll take over. - I think she's very tired.
No, I've had my coffee. Besides, it all helps to bring my memory back.
And maybe one memory will convince someone.
Even if it's only me.
Where did you live in the winter?
- The Winter Palace, St. Petersburg. - Right. Spring?
Spring? I don't remember.
- Tsarskoie Selo. - Tsarskoie Selo.
- Summer? - Peterhof. Livadia.
- Preferred for the sea air. - Hunting seat.
- Spala. In Poland. - Where?
- Piotr Ivanovich. - And on the Baltic?
No luck, General. The commit...
- In Moscow, you stayed... ...at the Kremlin.
Sergei Pavlovich, no. The committee will not give us even one more day.
- You think she's ready? - No.
- Of course, she thinks she is. - Oh! Listen, she thinks she's Anastasia.
And the great Stanislavski once said, when an actor believes he is...
- the character he's playing, fire him. - It's a bit late for that.
It's a bit late for anything. The eight days are finished.
The play is finished. We are finished.
- The play is merely being replaced by a pantomime. - Huh?
Our leading lady will be very weak, exhausted, too sick to talk.
- With careful staging, the committee will be satisfied.
And careful casting. Her Imperial Highness will be too weak...
to see any more than, let us say, six members.
- Why six? - Three stupid enough to accept even you as Anastasia...
three important enough to spread the news that she is Anastasia.
Your Highness, may I present a few members of our colony here...
who, as I told you are anxious to see you for just a moment.
His Excellency, Count Ilia Feodorovich Bechmetieff...
and his brother, Count Andreikovich Bechmetieff.
His Excellency, Court Assessor Schischkin.
- Schischkin. - What?
Your Imperial Highness.
His Excellency, Von Drivnitz.
- It's very rude to stare. - Forgive me.
Difficult to say.
Madame de Lissenskaia.
Come closer. No. You, please.
I think I know you. Were you not a lady-in-waiting to my mother?
Many people know that, I'm afraid.
I'm trying to remember more.
When I was a child, I used to watch the faces of the ladies-in-waiting...
to see if they were wearing lip rouge... my mother did not allow makeup, so I...
I was not mean, just... just mischievous.
I used to report to her.
What was it my mother used to call you?
Shura? No. Zina.
I'm sorry, it escaped my...
Nini. Yes, Nini.
Your Highness! Your Imperial Highness!
- What's the matter? Don't you like my borscht? - No.
Too bad. The General says you have to eat it.
- She won't eat! - All right, go.
This entire household, everything has been turned upside down just for you.
To make you comfortable, to help you get well.
- I don't like borscht. - I don't care whether you like it or not. Eat it.
I specifically warned you not to say one word to that committee.
You could have ruined everything.
- I told you about Nini, didn't I? - Maybe, I don't know.
Yes, I did, or Petrovin did, or you overheard us. But the important thing...
Are you angry because you're beginning to wonder who I am?
Or because you want me to do nothing except what you tell me?
I know who you are not, just as I know that unless you do as I tell you...
I'll have an extra cigarette girl at my club.
We now have a breathing spell we need badly.
You still have a great deal to learn to achieve what we have agreed. Understand?
Yes, I understand, Excellency.
Then finish your dinner and get to bed. Work begins again in the morning.
- And now, royal etiquette. - All right? One.
One, two, three, four. A queen.
- Your Majesty. - A prince of royal blood.
- Your Highness. - A prince of ordinary station outside of the royal family.
Prince, I suppose, or Your Excellency.
- Cabinet ministers of... - This is absurd!
- Even Anna Koreff would know all of it. - Pick up the book.
- But why do I need it? - Pick up the book.
Put it on your head, and walk over there.
You don't seem to realize that the gesture, the grace...
- the carriage of a true daughter of a tsar...cannot be taught.
Either she learns as a child how to hold herself, or it's too late, Excellency.
- Did she like to play as a child? - No.
- But your mother wanted you to. - I still don't like it.
My hands don't have the strength anymore.
All right, we can use that as an explanation.
But listen to this. Now, this is important.
Your tutor wanted you to learn this, to prove to your mother...
- That the lessons were not in vain.
Did I ever learn it?
Yes, but you hated it.
Mm, mm, mm
I like it now.
It's quite pretty.
Now around. That's it.
Once more.
- All right. Now the Polonaise.
- Can't I rest? - Yes, after dinner. Here we go.
- I can't! - You will. Head up.
Back straight. One, two, three.
- One, two, three, one, two, three.
- Please. - Please concentrate.
- And one, two, three, one, two, three... - My feet hurt. I can't anymore.
- A little rest. - There is no time. The waltz, Petrovin. Come on.
I'm sure you won't mind doing this. This is the waltz you like so much.
The back, the back. With ease, style...
Didn't you say the other day it reminded you of something?
Yes, of my first boy.
- And your first love, no doubt. - Yes.
- Who was he? - I can't remember.
Was he fair, or was he dark with a mustache?
I don't know. One day he's fair, the next he's dark.
I don't know.
One, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three.
- What are you doing here? - Oh, I can't anymore.
I don't know who I am anymore.
I don't know what I remember, and what I've been told I remember.
- What is real? Am I? - Anna...
Anna. Am I Anna? Why not Tamara, why not Lisa?
Why not Tatiana? Yes, why not Tatiana?
I can't anymore. I want to be me, whoever I am.
I want to be me! I want someone to tell me, someone to accept me.
You have been working very hard, and you're overtired.
- But we're almost finished now. - Are you?
- Well, then you know who I am? - A good night's sleep...
- But you must know. You must! - Just go to bed.
- No, I'm leaving! I'm leaving! L... - Stop it!
- Go to bed at once!
My father was very strict.
I did not like to obey, but he was ringmaster in a circus.
General Bounine?
- Yes? - Who am I?
I don't know.
- Excellencies Countess Iliana Petrovna...
- and Prince Tigantseff. - My dear madame!
Her Highness and the general will be here shortly.
May I thank you again for all of us for what you're doing.
Oh, I should not be thanked. It makes me happy to do anything that will help restore...
- what is rightfully... - Yes.
- Oh, Excellency!
I cannot tell you how important your presence is here today.
My dear Irina, I promised your late father I'd keep an eye on you.
And occasionally, it's a little trying.
I promise you will not regret coming.
That's a promise you may have some difficulty in keeping.
- May I sit down? - Oh, do, please.
- This abominable gout. - This way.
Albert, a chair for His Excellency.
Take care of His Excellency. You know how he is.
- Baron and Baroness Royalvich. - The old fox himself.
- I never thought he would come. - Well...
we may wish he hadn't.
- How many are you taking?
- People will think you're hungry. - Hungry?
I'm not hungry, I'm nervous. No, thank you.
His Excellency, Count Marzumov.
- Xenia! - Grischa!
I must say, a truly wonderful occasion!
- Yes. Red caviar. - What?
- You mean... - Yes.
- If the caviar were real... ...she would be real.
- Vasilli Dimitrovich, please remain here, Your Excellency.
- Hmm? - Remain here! We will see that they come to you!
- I understand. So many dear old faces. - Ah, yes.
- And it is their dear old names we want... - Hmm?
We want their names on signed statements that will convince the Bank of England...
- Yes! Yes! - Yes, yes, convince...
Her Imperial Highness, the Grand Duchess Anastasia.
- This way, Your Highness. Close by the alcove. - Stepan.
My dear general, this is all so exciting.
Your Imperial Highness, please.
So, Piotr Ivanovich, here we go.
Ladies and gentlemen, dear friends...
- Oh, I would like to say a few words, but... - Too much. She's doing too much.
It is very difficult for me to speak today.
General Bounine, would you, please?
As you all know, I am the last one to believe in miracles or resurrections.
But reality cannot be established without help.
Legal help. Witnessed and signed statements.
It is frankly our hope, and our need...
that those among you who believe will come forward after the reception...
and sign these testimonials voluntarily.
Now, I am quite sure...
that some of you have come here to obstruct.
The reasons... political, monetary... we all know.
There are some who have been made understandably cynical by the revolution.
And there are some who will testify to anyone, and anything, and have.
To none of you do we bring any pressure.
To all of you we bring someone who has literally suffered worse than death for ten lost years.
It is our duty to restore this extraordinary person to the world of the living.
If you are sentimental, say it is because she has suffered enough.
If you are humane, say justice must be done.
If you are Russian, a loyal subject of His late Majesty, then say with me:
Our only hope is his daughter...
Her Imperial Highness, Anastasia Nicolaevna.
Her Excellency, Countess Baranova.
Your Highness. When Irina... When Madame de Lissenskaia told me...
I confess I really had doubts. You can understand.
- It really is a miracle. - Is it?
- Yes, Your Highness. We met only once... - I remember.
- Near the tennis courts at Livadia. - Yes!
I remember that my uncle Alex got you the title because he liked dancing.
But from then on, you made a fool of him. My mother never liked you.
My father never liked you and I never liked you. Please go.
- Now just a moment. You're not Anastasia yet... - I said, please go.
You are mad. Don't answer. But I warn you for the last time.
- Your Excellency, you're not leaving...
- without seeing Her Highness. - I have seen her.
But she will be so disappointed at not having seen you again.
- And how do you know that? - Huh? You mean, how do I... Uh, well, uh...
Truthfully, Excellency, we don't, but we are sure she will.
- We are sure, Excellency. - And I! Dear Ivan Wassielevich, you stayed this long...
- and after all, you did promise me... - Now, don't wheedle, Irina.
- Oh, all right. But don't keep me there too long. My foot hurts. - Excellency.
I think you are due for a surprise.
- His Excellency... - I am so glad to see you, Ivan Wassielevich.
- They told you my name. How kind. - Won't you sit down?
No, thank you. I don't expect to stay.
My father's chamberlain was a man of great courtesy.
His Majesty complimented me on many things.
I don't recall his mentioning courtesy.
My father's chamberlain was also a temperate man, who did not judge before...
Madame, forgive me. I've a miserable attack of gout...
undoubtedly a punishment for being intemperate.
And I'm eager to return to my tub of hot water.
There are many characteristics which you could recall...
many details, but so could dozens of others.
My relations with His Majesty's children were impersonal, public.
So in the end, myjudgment could only be a matter of opinion...
and that opinion can only be determined by resemblance and manner.
Your Excellency, ten years is a long time.
No, I've already noted the resemblance.
As to the manner, I've been watching.
And you have given me pleasure. You've taken me back to my seat...
in the Imperial Theater at St. Petersburg.
Second row on the aisle, every Tuesday night.
For the purpose of acting is not only to imitate reality...
but to create illusion.
I'm not being sarcastic when I say you are an excellent actress, Madame.
Extremely well trained. My compliments.
- I do not accept them. - Madame, my foot is troubling me.
My life is troubling me, and it has yet to be lived.
You do not believe because you do not wish to believe.
You say my words will not convince because you're afraid I know the right words.
You misquote, Madame. I said that the manner, the deportment of a grand duchess...
would convince me, but...
I don't see it in you. Not a gesture.
Though one would be worth more than all the words you undoubtedly can produce.
Good day, Madame.
How dare you smoke in my presence without my permission?
Who are you?
Fifteen, 16, 17, 18.
Out of a possible 31.
And you were so sure it would be almost a clean sweep!
Didn't the old fox himself say her performance was great art?
We're not doing this for art, we're doing it for money!
Now listen, this can go on forever!
- Some saying she is, some saying she isn't. - Precisely.
- My mind is made up. - Oh? To what?
There's only one way: To go straight to the top.
- You mean, the old icon? - Yes, the dowager empress.
Sure, the old ramrod sits in her castle in Copenhagen biting her nails...
because she's waiting for Sarah Bernhardt here to give her performance.
She's the one chance. As head of the family, no one would dare dispute her word.
- "Dispute her word." - Excellency, Her Highness would like to see you.
- Her what? She can wait. - Isn't she?
Not too long. She's packing up.
Packing up?
- And where's Her Highness going? - I don't know, and it doesn't matter.
- I thought you enjoyed yourself today. - Yes, until I became ashamed.
Ashamed of allowing myself to be put on display.
Ashamed of conjuring up tricks like a circus freak.
Ashamed of asking people to sign papers that I'm real.
I am real, and I will not stoop to prove it to them.
- Who are they? I think I know. - Who are you?
Today? And tomorrow? Will you be so sure tomorrow, and the day after?
Why? Why can't you let me believe?
I will even help you believe, when I'm sure of the truth myself.
No one will ever be sure, and you least of all. I know that today, too.
Wrong. Those people today were not worth your efforts.
But there is someone who is. One word from her and they will all grovel.
- The Dowager Empress Maria Feodorovna. - Grandmama.
- Grandma-MA. - Grandma-MA.
- She'll never see me. - She will.
- How do you know? Words! - I know she will.
Call me schemer, plotter, call me what you will.
Deep down you know that if anyone can get you to see that old woman, it is I.
- And I'll get you there for your sake. - For my sake?
- Yes. - You never did anything for the sake of anybody but yourself.
You enjoy playing with people, making fools of them.
That's why you're doing it, as a joke! To prove that you are great, and alive...
and the others are small and dead.
Yes, and for money... Go ahead.
It won't hurt.
Sit down.
If you want to leave after I am through, I won't force you to stay.
Let us say you are right.
As a matter of fact, you are.
That's all the more reason for you to go with me to the empress in Copenhagen.
Never trust anyone who functions from noble motives. The good are never sure.
And in the end, they'll let you down.
Our motives are different, agreed.
But our goal is the same. And that's the only thing that counts.
Well?
We'll go to Copenhagen?
- I had a dream the other night. - Yes. About your father being a ringmaster.
No. This time he was a doll maker.
My mother, his assistant who painted the faces.
The correct ancestry for a puppet.
You know I'll go. You always know.
She always wore black, the empress, didn't she?
Yes.
For ten years, I've wanted to see her.
- She was never very easy, even before the end. - Yes, I know.
You know, or you remember?
Prince Paul. Let's see. Nephew to the empress, second cousin to me...
- engaged to me when I was... how old? - Sixteen.
Quite attractive.
- Do you remember him? - No.
You should. I'll tell you a secret, that first waltz you remember...
- It was with him.
- Danish customs. Have you anything to declare? - No.
Madame. Thank you.
- Madame Anderson. Madame Anderson! - Oh, yes.
Oh, yes. Bounine. Everything in order?
Yes, it seems to be. Welcome to Denmark. I hope you enjoy your visit.
- Thank you.
- I'm sorry, I forgot.
- I've had so many names. - It was a struggle to get you that one.
- Why Anderson? - Oh, well you needed some name...
- and once I was in a situation with... - With a lady?
Well, as an alias, it is innocuous enough.
"Madame A. Anderson."
The least real thing about me is my legal reality.
What happened to the other Madame Anderson?
- Oh, nothing very important. - Just got tired of her?
- This visa is good for only 14 days.
Two weeks. Most people have a lifetime in which to be accepted.
- Suppose two weeks are not enough. - They must be.
- What's that for? - In the cavalry, we used to do it...
when we saw the infantry marching.
- Driver, what is this parade? - Nothing special.
We have it every day the king is here in Copenhagen.
Thank you. The king?
- Uncle Chris. Cousin to Grandmama, the empress. - Good. Very good.
Excuse me, sir.
- Will you see Mrs. Anderson to her rooms, please? - Yes.
Excuse me, please. Where is the bar?
That way, sir.
- Well? - Not good. - Uh- uh.
The empress absolutely refuses to see you, let alone her.
- And him?
No. Our Prince Paul lives on the old lady's allowance.
He was always rather courageous.
One possibility. Remember Baroness von Livenbaum?
That crazy lady-in-waiting of the empress?
- Mm, vaguely. - She remembers you clearly.
Uh, just a moment. You have a rendezvous with her tomorrow at 4:00.
- Rendezvous? - Yes.
- At the Tivoli Gardens.
真假公主
主演：英格丽·褒曼
1917年
俄帝罗曼洛夫王朝遭革命推翻
贵族与侍从完全逃脱
不幸的沙皇及其妻小入狱
并于1918年枪决
不久民间流传有一皇亲遁逃没死
经年累月之后流传大开
后来有一名女子出现
据说是末代沙皇的小女儿
也就是公主安娜丝黛茜雅殿下
她若是果真没死
只有她知道本片故事的真假
巴黎，1928年
俄国复活节
嘿，司机！
阁下复活节快乐 什么事？
请你立刻驱车去卡沙贝克
叫伯尼将军过来，好吗？
不嫌见你的主人太晚了吗？
25法郎？不行，10法郎
复活节之夜打折20
15，阁下
好吧，复活节快乐
请尽速交给我办
紧急要事，拜托
你不爱吃俄国菜吗？
快一点，快一点
快一点！
将军，我为你拜倒
见到夫人是荣幸
布南将军，我的丈夫
将军，打扰了
白利索伯爵在计程车上等候
带了话过来 西潘的？
是，他说很紧急
马上过去
请原谅我失陪一会儿
她在吗？是，大人
哪里？前面等候
你肯定吗？是，阁下
好，在此等我
复活节快乐
复活节快乐，安娜可莉芙
塞库的精神病院叫你这名字
我像那种人吗？
最少有100个女人像这样
我向你保证不要害怕
你为何一直在逃避？
问不完的话，我没话可答了
你没告诉尼姑你的身份就没问题
我是谁？
想必是公主安娜丝黛茜雅
我住精神病院是因为得了传染病
你是承认曾住精神病院？
你确定她是在塞库见到的同一人
是，大人走
求求你让我跳下去
将军交代在老地方等候
等候？什么意思？
不把人放在眼里
有带话给他？有，他马上回来
迟到，老是迟到
我收到信
我知道
你只说你要告诉布南话
况且，高兴了吧
他一星期后会请你入狱
我禁止你说那字眼，我没听到
愚昧阴谋必将导致的结局
愚昧阴谋？
沙皇女儿没死的传闻才是愚昧
她有一千万英磅遗产的传闻
同样是愚昧 不一样
一千万英磅正在英国银行等候
安娜公主正静静躺在俄国墓里
伏特加？ 不用
布南决定成立公司之后
我的胃一直在痛
布南决定是我的主意
我不会平白资助他
我设计脱股给股东
支付搜寻心爱的公主的费用
她的遗产和我们股份的
多数比例要拨给我
我知道布南没有用
晚上好，同志
白俄罗斯人的耳朵有耳背
对不起
抱歉
会议宣布开始
财务报告呈上来
财务…
对，财务报告
另外有份报告等一下，你先
目前的资产短缺…
5250法郎整
你的新西装很合身
上次会议不是报告有9千法郎
将军大人，容我问你…
这俱乐部是哪来的钱？
股东出的1万5千法郎
原本的房子狭小
这不是住宅问题会议，继续报告
住宅问题？
275法郎支付，前皇室裁缝师
买来公主服装尺寸的资料
你买到资料了
我画的，她的正确尺寸
安娜丝黛茜雅的皇冠
画出脸更不得了
迟了，我们面临灾难
身为前宫庭执事的儿子
要有信心
但愿我父亲能含笑九泉
向将军报告消息
我要先听他的消息
我的？
判断你的笑容打赌会给我们惊喜
不说也罢，你有什么报告？
股东委员会召集我
他们大仁大德
仁德？尼根将军直截了当说：
数年前谣传安娜公主
尼古拉二世的女儿
未与家人一同丧生
奇迹式的逃脱
他继续说：一年前
你跟朋友找上我们宣称
知道殿下她在柏林出没
找到她之后又给跑了
是那个红毛说的？
不是，爱傻笑那个
他后来才来的，说下去
后来你说：要有搜寻资金
又获批准
然后你说：找到她时病了又要钱
病了？
不是她，真是笨
要让她穿着得体，你想要多少钱
他们有多少？
对方给我们8天的期限
8天做什么？
制造安娜公主殿下
不然我们会诈欺坐牢
诈欺
8天够多了
你只能说这句话？
他存心让你吃苦
你喜欢让他吃苦吗？
不太喜欢
我只想在建议处理方法之前
先清楚我们的处境
我说嘛，你有惊喜，她是什么人
什么人是谁？
西潘在精神病院看到的女人
对，我们找上她了
真的？
她不承认住过院
也没承认有告诉尼姑她是公主
她承认什么了？
都没有
你为何相信？
我认为她在说谎
重要的是可利用她达成目的
方法呢？
她有出众的特征例如？
等着瞧
她还有一股谜样的异乡气质
可能是健忘症
我们不怕找不到这样的公主
西潘！带她进来
过来这里
别怕，他们是我的朋友
过来坐
喝杯伏特加补身体谢谢
别怕，他们只是检查
检查？他们是医生也没用
他们不是医生
可惜不是红发的
公主喝酒很没品味
给我烟好，拿去
这是什么地方？
我说过是朋友的住所
奇怪 怎样？
跟本人很像
对，都是女的
你们知道她的苦境吗？
流落街头吧
我能想像她的走姿，起立
你说什么？
我叫你起立
看看你的走姿，请起立
红发可以染
走姿无法纠正
公主走路头顶着书本
光是步态就不及格
石壁
她在说什么？
你12年前认识的那个被毁的簿记
你现在能认出他的步态吗？
你能认出你十年前女友的笑容吗
不大可能
两个傻瓜
你们就当她是真的公主在检查
根本没安娜丝黛茜雅
她十年前被枪决队枪毙了
我们不是在找她
而是像样的翻版
她那样根本不像话
有点建设性
委员会大都见过真的，无法瞒骗
在宫庭的包厢？
教堂里的闪耀烛影？
你跟很多人也都在远方见过她
流亡法国的仆人怎么办？
他会再流下伤心的眼泪
好吧，那家族…
家族？
若是近亲就没话讲
我会试一试，但他们都死了
你还依稀记得你亲戚的容貌吗？
我记不得
他们会躲在卧室偷偷比照像片
那女人很相像
那个？
对，下巴往上敲
略施胭脂，整形美容
教导步态和礼仪
灌输人名和地名
不如叫她躺棺材里呈给委员会
对，不问，不答，没差错
也没钱
我现在知道了
知道什么？
士兵到这地窖来枪杀我
你疯了？
地窖
你着魔了，坐下
我叫你坐下
非常好，非常好
有待加强磨练什么？
他教她真正的公主在她窖遇害
别傻，我完全没教她
她绝不是文盲
而且地窖遇害的事记载很多
有人说她没死
哪来的消息？
书上写的
我听到的故事，谣传和耳语
真的是…
不是，那女的太疯狂
太聪明，太狡猾
我不管她是什么，适合就好
起立，去那里
什么东西？图形，站近点
转身
高度刚好
皇冠非她的头莫属
谁的图形？她是谁？
1918年死去的俄国公主
公主？
给她水喝
不要紧
不要紧，殿下身体很好
别叫我殿下
你怎逃到法国？
是你，告诉尼姑，你是安娜公主
疯人说疯话
你怎会被送进疯人院？
之前你是在柏林
放我走
回答问题
你为何要逼我回答不实的问题
放我走站住
不，别过来，求求你
求求你，不要，不要！
瞧她的手 什么？
过来看
要看就看
过来到灯光下
坐下
手打开
我说过有出众的特征
每只手掌各有疤痕
子弹的疤痕
看她左侧的头部
完全吻合特征
跟叙述的一样
你怎会有这些疤痕？
不知名的崇拜者给的礼物
哪里？
不记得
这种伤你会不记得
你是谁？
无名氏
你父母是谁？不在了
哪里人？河流
之前在哪？疯人院
再之前？另一条河别的疯人院
少来了，你是谁？
你告诉我
你总该有名有姓
为什么？
什么都不是的无名氏
不可思议
正合我们所需
二位过来，整理事实
第一，她有公主的特征
可用来使我们升级
第二，我们教的她显然可以吸收
她丧失记忆可能是因为头部受伤
第三，她身份不明
表示很难为人识破真实身份
第四…
只剩8天
正是，赞成她的举手
2比1，通过
你知道是在拿一千万英磅赌注吗
一千万英磅？
对，继承沙皇存在英国银行遗产
居然拿来跟疯女人赌注
我本来住疯人院
自认为是尚未出世的无知婴儿
你们才是疯子，我退出
慢着，亲爱的
公主不会摆架子
她是骄傲但也谦虚的人
杀我，别出卖我
你看，火冒三丈
她现在真当自己是公主
我不是
你无法证明你不是
你说她死了
无所谓求你，没人会相信
皇亲会揭穿
没关系，他们自然会接受你
看在一千万英磅份上
他们会接受我假装为了钱而爱我
他们会如此吗？
谁又不是？不行，我走了
去哪？河川或疯人院？
你没证件，迟早会被警察逮捕
你没先饿死的话
你又为何在医院说那些话？
告诉那小尼姑？
她瞪大了眼睛
到了夜晚她带特别的给我吃
桔子和葡萄
我们可以给你更多
我到别家的医院也这么说
他们也相信
尤其是火车爆炸那次
我们过于接近地雷埋设区
当火车被炸后
金属满天飞像是在放烟火
我身边的男的死掉
他身边的男的也死掉
我只是受伤
因此你才留下疤痕
对，我想是如此
我以为你失去记忆
偶而
时有时没有
像是烟雾的消散
成为公主是你，我们和皇室
乐于见到的
我以前也听过，一大堆
说这个，记那个
你是，你不是
我认识你，不认识你，听多了
哪里？
布加勒斯特，柏林
中国，我不记得
我只记得那些热心和承诺
当记忆减退时
得来的是失望，愤怒，遣散
流落街落的失败骗子，一文不值
错了，这次你不会失败，有我在
你想知道你的身份？
对
想找到你的家人？
对
你以前是孤独失落
我替你找到自我
我累了
我没骗你，像簿
掌握这次仅存的机会
我累到无法争辩
你不用操劳，一切由我包办
你看
你在你父亲的游艇上
史坦德号
你知道船名？
写在救生艇上
哦，对
这是你跟家人的合照
你的沙皇父亲，母亲，姐妹，弟弟
我的家人…
还有这个，你看
1913年
罗曼洛夫家族300周年庆
家人在冬宫的阳台上
那个小女孩就是你
成千的百姓高呼“天佑沙皇”
你的百姓
对
你看得到吗？可以
介绍你的部下
白利索契洛夫
圣彼特斯堡的银行家
伊凡彼特维亚博士
原神学院的学生
布南爵士，查克奇连队的将军
俄帝尼古拉二世的帖身副官
全俄国人的沙皇
我就是皇帝的女儿
安娜丝黛茜雅尼可莱娜沙皇公主
再来一次
半夜叫醒他们带到地窖
冷不及防的…
卫兵在门口出现并开枪
我昏倒躺在姐姐尸体旁边
哪个姐姐？
是欧嘉吗？对
黑暗中的白衣服
有个枪决执行兵的手电筒坏掉
后来卫兵中的一对兄弟
进入地窖搬走死尸
有个尸体被搬走
她的尸体
藏在农车上的麦草下
包裹住御雪寒
我们逃到国外
以珠宝和上衣买通卫兵
裙子
是吗？
他们也成功了吗？
不知道
巴尔达
从那里穿越罗马尼亚边界？
布加勒斯特，那里之后呢？
那里？
她死于心脏病
被扔到海里
俄国老式战争的海葬法
还可以
这个圣像你该有见过
记得吗？在哪见过？
我妈的卧房内
她是信徒，所以四处悬挂圣像
包括书，像簿
就像这个，四处散落
我父母的卧房中间有间客厅
我跟医院的阅览室搞混了，真笨
再倒咖啡提神
她没空睡觉
我也没心情睡，谢谢
说到哪了？
对啦，你母亲…
我很清楚只剩三天期限
一次担心一件事
一次一件事
交给我
我觉得她很累了
靠喝咖啡，况且能使我恢复记忆
也许一个记忆能说服某个人
哪怕只是说服找
你冬天住哪？
圣彼特斯堡的冬宫
对，春天呢？
春天，不记得
扎斯克西洛夫
夏天呢？
彼特赫夫
利瓦迪亚，在海边
狩猎季节呢？
史派拉
哪里？
波兰
换你
行不通，委员会…
在莫斯科你住哪？克里母宁宫
爵士，委员会一天都不通融
你看她可以了吗？
不可以，她自认可以
她自认是公主
伟大的演员史拉斯基说过
当演员自认是剧中人时，开除掉
迟了
一切都迟了
八天到期，这地方结束
我们完了
这地方不是我的朋友的
女主角到时会很虚弱没气力
病重无法说话
仔细演出和选角色
会让委员会满意
殿下虚弱到无法接见超过6个人
为什么6个？
3个笨到也当你是公主的人
3个重要到发布她是公主的人
殿下，容我介绍几位皇室的成员
他们都渴望晋见你
伊利费德维治伯爵阁下
他的兄弟，安德瑞伯爵
宫廷辅佐谢斯金阁下
谢斯金什么？
公主殿下
格兰阁下
打量很不礼貌
请原谅
很难断定
德利章斯卡夫人
靠近一点
不，是你
我好像认识你
你不是我母亲的婢女吗？
恐怕是众人皆知
我竭力在回忆过去
我小时候常看婢女的脸
看她们有没有擦口红
我妈不准有化妆
我没那意思，只是很淘气
常向她打小报告
我妈以前怎么称呼你
雪娜？不
琴娜？
对不起，想不起来
尼尼，对，尼尼
殿下…
公主殿下
怎么啦？嫌我的罗宋汤
不是
不幸，将军说你非吃不可
她不吃去吧
屋里上上下下为了你大肆翻修
让你舒适，痊愈
我不爱喝罗宋汤
你家的事，喝光
特别警告你别向委员会
说出会毁了全局的话
我有告诉你“尼尼”的事吧？
也许，我不清楚
你糊里糊涂，重要的是…
你生气是因为开始怀疑我的身份
或是要我完全照你的吩咐？
我知道你不是
你听话我就赏你烟抽
你知吗，当时我们捏了一把冷汗
你要想达成约定还要多加学习
懂吗？
我懂，阁下
吃完晚饭上床，明早开始集训
皇家礼仪
好吗？开始
一，二，三，四
皇后
陛下皇太子
殿下
皇族以外的王子
我想是王子或殿下
内阁部长
荒谬！
公主本人都不能完全会
书捡起来
为何我要全会？
书捡起来
放头上走到那里
你大概不晓得公主的
动作，优雅，步态是…
教不来
小时候不认真学习
长大就来不及了，阁下
她小时候爱弹吗？
不会，但你母亲强迫你
我还是不喜爱
我的力道没了
这可以作为藉口
听着
事关重大
你老师要你学吉它向你妈证明
并没有白学
公主有学吗？
有，不过也不喜欢
我现在喜欢了
很优美
绕转，很好，再一圈
换跳波兰舞
我不能休息吗？
可以，要在晚餐后，开始
我不会
你会的，抬头
挺胸，一，二，三
一，二，三…
请…请专心
一，二，三…
我脚伤到了，跳不动了
休息一下没空，换华尔兹
来，这个包你喜欢
你最爱的华尔兹
腰打直，面带笑容
这曲舞令你想起什么？
我的第一场舞会
不用说还有你的初恋情人对
他是谁？
不记得
金发或黑发蓄胡子？
不知道，一天金一天黑
不清楚
一，二，三…
你在这做什么？
我做不下去了
再也不知道自己是谁
分不清是原有记忆或灌输的记忆
哪个是真的？是我吗？
安娜我是吗？
为何不是黛马拉，莉莎
黛茜安娜？为何不是黛茜安娜？
我撑不下去了
我要当自己
我要人来照顾我，接纳我
你工作过度劳累了
可是快结束了
你知道我是谁吗？
好好睡个觉
你一定知道
去睡觉
不要，我要走了
安静，立刻上床
我父亲很凶
我不想吹嘘
他是马戏团的表演指挥师
布南将军
什么事？
我是谁？
不知道
夫人，殿下和将军马上到
再次感谢你的协助
不用谢，我乐意效劳让公主复位
阁下
你今天的驾临太重要了
夫人，我答应不早死尽保护责任
但往往都是骗局
我保证安娜会来
你的承诺都黄牛了
我能否坐下请坐
痛风症发作
这边请
欧迪，给阁下座位
服侍他阁下，你知道他的脾气
尊贵的男爵和男爵妇人老狐狸
想不到他会来
他要来也没办法
你要拿多少？
人家会以为你饿了
饿了？我不饿，是紧张
谢了
阁下，康特.马朱姆
辛尼雅！伊利夏！
千载难逢的盛会
对什么？
难得的鱼子酱
你是指…
对假如鱼子酱是真的
她就是真的
阁下，坐这里
坐这里，我会向你介绍
我懂了，好多的熟面孔
对，正是我们要的名字
我们要他们签署让英国银行信服
对
安娜丝黛茜雅公主殿下驾到
殿下，请坐上座
将军，太令人振奋了
殿下，有请
我们正式开始
各位贵宾，朋友们
我很想讲几句话
她太做作了
今天我很难户口
布南将军，请代言
我万万不敢相信复活的奇迹
但事实没有法律支持是无法成立
见证人和签署的声明
我们所希望的，需求的
相信者请前来到接待处
在这项证明书上签名
我非常肯定…
有部份人是来阻止和干扰的
不外是政治上和金钱上的理由
有的人仍执着于革命的犬儒主义
也有的人是绝对作证到底
你们没受到任何压力
只会使得遭受十年生不如死的人
更加痛苦
让这位非凡的人生存于世
是我们的义务
有感情的人会拯救她免于受折磨
有人道的人会高呼正义公理
凡是俄国人民
先皇的忠诚臣民
我们的唯一希望在他的女儿身上
安娜尼可莱公主殿下
史派洛娃伯爵夫人
殿下
当主人告诉我时
我承认曾大表怀疑
你该会谅解，实在是奇迹
是吗？
是，殿下
我们见过一次面
我记得
在利瓦迪的网球场旁对！
我还记得我叔叔让你有些头衔
因为他热爱跳舞
是你欺骗了他
我父亲母亲和我根本不喜欢你
请你走
慢着，你还不是公主
请你走
你生气了，别回答
最后一次警告
阁下不见过殿下就要走了
我见过她了
她没再见到你会感到遗憾
你怎么知道？
你是说我怎么…
我们是不知道，但相信她会失望
阁下，你答应要多停留
我不想食言
我的脚痛没办法久留
阁下
令人讶异
阁下…
幸会，伊凡包希留维治
你知道我的名字，很荣幸
请坐
不用，我不打算留下
家父的侍从是中规中矩的人
陛下在很多方面给我恭维
我不记得他有提到中规中矩
家父的侍从是性情中人
不会妄下判断
请原谅，我饮酒过度
导致痛风的后果
我迫切要回去泡消痛水
你能记得很多人和日常琐事
但还有许多别的事情
我跟陛下的子女的关系
仅止于公共场合
因此我的判断结果可能只是观感
此观感由外貌和举止所确定
阁下，十年的岁月很长
不会，我对外貌印象深刻
至于举止，我一直在观察
你给了我喜悦
令我回想在圣彼特斯堡的
帝国剧院
每星期二晚我都与你坐在过道第2排
表演的目的不只是呈现真实
而且是创造错觉
我称赞你是一流演员并非是讽刺
训练有素，恭喜
我不接受
夫人，我的脚在痛
我的人生苦难都还得活下去
你不想相信所以不相信
你说我的言词不教人信服
因为你怕我知道正确的言词
你引述不当了
我还说公主的举止也能折服我
可惜我没见到，没半点姿势
一个姿势能冠过所有言词
你完全没能摆出来
日安，夫人
你居然没我允许就抽烟
你是谁？
15，16，17，18
51人中占18人
你还大言会一致通过
老狐狸称赞她的演技是一大艺术
我们推出不是为了艺术，而是钱
不能再拖下去
有的说她是，有的说她不是
正是，我下定决心了
决定什么？
只有一条路，找最上位者
你是指老圣像？
对，皇太后
她正在哥本哈根的城堡里咬指甲
因为在等候这位名演员前去表演
她是试金石，她的话没人敢质疑
质疑？
阁下，殿下想见你
你叫她什么？不是吗？
让她等
等不久，她正在收拾行李
殿下去哪？
不知道，无所谓
你今天很风光
我为自己献,像是马戏团杂耍
请求人签名认同我是真而丢脸
我是真的，不用屈首向他们证明
他们是谁？你是谁？
我想我知道
今天？明天呢？后天呢？
你为何不能让我相信？
我确信后甚至会协助你相信
没人会信，你更不会
我今天终于明白
错了，今天的人不值得你去努力
有个人只要讲一句话大家都同意
皇太后
祖母
皇太后
她绝不会见我
会你怎么知道？
我知道她会
空口无凭
我是阴谋大师，策划者
不是别人所能安排你去见那老女人的
这一点你应该深深知道
我看在你份上替你安排
看在我份上？对
你从来都是只看自己份上做事
你喜欢玩弄别人操在自己手上
所以你才推出我闹笑话
证明自己高高在上别人一文不值
为了金钱，动手啊
我不怕痛
坐下
事成之后你要走，我不会强留你
事实上你也说得对
带你去见皇太后的理由复杂
别信任善意协助你的人背后动机
不然你会失望
动机不同，事先同意
但目的相同，这件事才是重要
如何？
去哥本哈根？
我前晚做了一个梦
关于你父亲是表演指挥师
不是，这次他是做玩偶的人
我母亲协助上脸部颜料
真正的玩木偶世家
你知道我会去，你一直都知道
皇太后习惯穿黑衣服？对
我十年来一直想见她
她是个难缠的人
我知道
你是知道还是记得？
保罗王子
皇太后的外甥，我的堂兄
我几岁时他跟我订婚？
16岁
很迷人
你记得他吗？不记得
你该记得
告诉你秘密
我对他很清楚，我就是他
丹麦海关，有申报吗？
没有
夫人？谢谢
安德森夫人，安德森夫人！
哦，是的
布南，一切正常吗？
是，欢迎光临丹麦，祝你旅途愉快
谢谢
抱歉，我忘了
我有太多名字
好不容易得到的
怎会取安德森？
你需要普通姓名
有名人陪同
一个小姐？
字头A就够争议了
A，安德森夫人
最不符合我合法事实的真实事情
另一个夫人呢？
不重要
对她厌倦了？
签证有效期限14天
二星期，一般人有一辈子
求得让人接受，二星期不够呢？
一定要够
做什么？
骑兵见到步兵行军所做的手势
司机，为何阅兵？
没什么，国王每天都来哥本哈根
谢谢，国王？
克利斯叔父，皇太后的表弟
好极了
抱歉，先生
请送安德森太太到房间，失陪
请问酒吧在哪？
这边请
如何不太妙
皇太后悍然拒绝见你，更别说她
他呢？
保罗王子靠老太婆的津帖过活
他勇气不足
有个可能性
记得皇太后的侍女
李文堡男爵夫人？
模糊了
她清晰记得你
等一下
你明天4点跟她有约
约会？对，在提佛利公园