Mest

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Kazakhfilm Studios

Alem Film Group

Alexander Pan

Valentina Tyo

Kasym Zhakibaev

Lyubov Germanova

Oleg Li

REVENGE:

(THE RED FLUTE)

Prologue

Why does she always

run in the same direction?

The sea is on that side, Sire.

That's where she was born.

If even a being

as small as the turtle

has goals,

then what about man?

To what ends should he employ

his supreme efforts?

Down here, the humble

have only one purpose:

faithfully serve their King.

Stop!

The heir to the throne

may have involved himself in a fight.

Who is this child

who quarrels with the prince?

I'll dismiss him, Your Majesty.

No.

That would be without use.

If they quarrel, we'll observe them.

You should be ashamed.

Minister for the army!

Who is the bravest

warrior of the kingdom?

Khon Guk, Your Majesty.

The head of the palace guard.

Let him come here!

I am here, Your Majesty.

I intend to make a proclamation:

the captain of the guard

is relieved of his duties.

I appointed him tutor

of the heir to the throne.

The tutor...

shall ensure that in 20 years

the prince will

the best warrior in the kingdom.

To that end, he may do

everything he judges necessary.

He is therefore not accountable

for the life of the prince.

But if at the end of this period...

my wish is not fulfilled,

the tutor of the heir to the throne

will be executed.

Chancellor!

Distribute this proclamation

among the royal provisions.

The late Khon Guk has done his duty,

I will recognize him for his services.

But devil knows how many other

have supported him in

the cruel trials

he made me overcome.

I often escaped death by a miracle,

and I am now invincible.

You are my dearest friend.

I love listening to you,

my dear poet.

My skillful warrior

will always be at your service.

Sire, the executioners are here

as you wanted.

Let them begin!

Why do we execute this man?

As a faithful soldier,

he fought a duel with the King

while curbing his enthusiasm.

Why don't you grant him

your mercy?

He had Your Majesty down on the ground

but has not wounded you in any way.

He acted as a faithful servant

who loves his lord.

They say

you could have killed me.

If you still want to measure yourself to me,

I concede.

No, Sire, I rather prefer to die.

Beat him to death!

It is his will.

Forget about such trifles.

Let the dearest friend of the King

recite his verses!

We shall hear them with joy.

Poetry should not be born

out of an execution.

I will forsake it then.

Go then!

Away with you!

Music.

What's wrong with you?

Does you still wish to be my poet?

An act of justice, Your Majesty.

Injustice is not a field

fertile for poetry.

I see since some time that

the dear friend of the King is not happy.

What thoughts disturb

our prodigious poet?

Sire, please accept me

to move out from the palace.

What? Why?

My inspiration has dried up

by your strength.

Grant her her freedom

or she will die.

In the name of our friendship,

which was a source of joy for me.

I beg you for it.

Fine. You may leave.

You're free to go away

this very moment.

But from now on,

you shall not see me ever again.

I want to find refuge

in places without memory

become a being

without an understanding of things

like one has before

coming to the world.

Soon I will realize my plan.

I'll get happy

without looking back.

And without any regret in my soul.

My verses are useless to the world.

They have seen the light of day in vain.

In vain.

This is how we, poets,

pain ourselves among men,

with our unattainable dreams.

200 years before Gutenberg

there were already printed books in Korea.

This land gave birth to

the first professional poets.

Book 1 - Yan

In a small village in Korea.

Open up!

Hey, you! Open up!

Open the door!

Wait.

Master Yan,

look for another refuge.

We no longer

can afford to feed you.

I went into town to buy clothes.

That is not our concern.

It's cold outside.

At least let me in for this night.

- I'll find another home tomorrow.

- Find it now.

Wait!

Call Tsai! I want to talk

with the master of the house!

He is the one chasing you away.

Go away.

Go inside, quickly.

Silence! Be silent!

Repeat after me:
"Mie".

Silence!

I'm tired of your fooling around.

You're just asses,

good-for-nothings.

Silence! Be silent.

Read and repeat.

You, daughter of Tsai,

you're an ass like the others.

Only daughter, think!

You haven't learned anything...

Your father forbade me to punish you.

You're talking...

He killed my daughter!

My little daughter is dead!

My little girl!

He killed my daughter!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop it!

From that day Yan lived

aboard a jonk

on sail towards the Chinese coasts.

Book 2 - Tsai

An atrocious crime.

After such an incident,

we will never find back

peace on this earth.

We must revenge ourselves.

If we don't, heaven will turn away from us,

as if we were vile beasts

unworthy to exist.

Take my land in rent

for 10 years, Mr. Gu.

I'll ask you the equivalent

of half a crop.

In ten years,

you will earn three times more.

Well, I'll take it,

but on one condition:

I will take your land

11 years instead of 10,

and give you

half the sum in bills

that you can cash in China.

Isn't that where you are going?

I went to China

searching for Yan.

But China is a vast land.

It is not easy to find someone there.

I crossed it from town to town

for many years,

when I finally learned that Yan

could be found in the silver mines.

I threw myself on his trail.

I had hunted for so long

for a swift consumption

of my vengeance.

I had waited a decade

for this moment.

Out,

this is not a place for ladies.

Excuse me, do you

have shoes for me?

Mine have worn away on the road.

I come from afar.

This woman

came out of nowhere

prevented me

from concentrating.

I had to keep my mind clear

to accomplish my revenge.

I'll wash your feet

and heal your wounds.

Thank you, brother.

Here! Take.

These are mine,

they will be useful.

Thank you.

You will not be able to achieve

your plan, sir.

I am weak...

but I must kill him.

Man should not commit homicide.

Follow me, sir, please.

If you come with me,

you'll live.

You have won.

But you're intervened in vain.

You did not grant us our revenge.

Why have you come back?

Take a concubine.

We find a poor girl

or a young widow

that will give you a son.

Are you listening?

Are you listening?

Tsai soon took a concubine,

a silent young woman

daughter of an impoverished widow.

Book 3 - Nemaya

She falls asleep

before nightfall.

My Nemaya goes to bed early

and rises before anyone else.

When she sleeps,

it is impossible to wake her up.

Hedgehogs proliferate.

They cry out

similar to hares...

or ducklings.

Who would have thought?

Do not be angry with her.

She is retarded.

She does not understand everything,

she had a mind like a child.

But she works hard...

and will surely

give you a son.

Sun Gu,

you wrote new verses?

Yes, master.

Answer.

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