One of the men advances towards him angrily.
The reactionary grows frightened.
The man continues to advance towards him.
The reactionary pulls his straw hat over his eyes and tries to walk away, but
he is stopped.
The man looks at him in fury.
The reactionary
is surrounded by men.
They pull his straw hat over his face and
begin
to attack him.
Pathetically, the student delivers his speech.
The sea of people
surges in agitation.
Pathetically, the student delivers his speech.
The women frenziedly wave their arms.
Pathetically, the student continues his speech.
The women shout in their frenzy.
The student appeals to the crowd:
[TITLE:] 'Shoulder to shoulder!'
The multitude descends the long, narrow steps by the bridge.
[TITLE:] THE LAND IS OURS!
Under the arch of the bridge the sea of moving people sways convulsively.
[TITLE:] THE FUTURE IS OURS!
Along the bridge the people move.
The women in the crowd near the tent containing the body of Vakulinchuk
continue to shout in their frenzy.
The sea of people surges with excitement.
Pathetically, the student continues his speech.
The excitement of the crowd
reaches
its peak.
The sailors make their appearance
on the decks and by the gun-turret of the battleship,
and begin to listen to the speakers.
[TITLE:] THE DELEGATE FROM THE SHORE
A worker speaks to the sailors:
[TITLE:] 'We must inflict a decisive blow on the enemy!'
He appeals to the sailors:
[TITLE:] 'Together with the revolutionary workers throughout all Russia ',
and he exhorts them passionately.
The sailors answer him:
[TITLE:] 'We will be victorious!'
The worker's speech seizes the imagination of the sailors on the decks and
in the watch-tower.
The sailors, taking off their caps,
rapturously
applaud
the delegate.
The sailors standing in the watch-tower also take off their caps and wave
their arms to the delegate.
[TITLE:] TENSELY AND VIGILANTLY, THE SHORE KEEPS ITS EYE ON THE 'POTEMKIN'
The inhabitants of the town, standing on the harbor steps, gaze at the
battleship in the distance.
On the battleship, the sailors, their heads thrown high,
watch tensely,
as the red flag is raised.
The inhabitants of the town joyfully praise the insurgent battleship.
The red flag is raised victoriously up the mast of the battleship.
PART FOUR: THE ODESSA STEPS
[TITLE:] IN THOSE MEMORABLE DAYS THE TOWN LIVED AT ONE WITH THE REBELLIOUS
BATTLESHIP
In the harbor, the townspeople load their sailing-boats with provisions.
[TITLE:] A FLEET OF WHITE-SAILED YAWLS RACES THROUGH THE WATER TO THE SIDES OF
THE BATTLESHIP
The sails of the boats are put up,
and they fill with wind.
The boats push off,
and sail past the town,
and the wharf,
and out into the open sea.
The passing boats are seen as a background to a curved colonnade overlooking
the water from the height of the town.
A demonstration takes place beneath the arch of the bridge.
In the distance can be seen the white sails of the boats.
On the wharf, an educated young woman, an umbrella in her hand, and a man --
apparently a professor -- look ardently, but with reserve, in the direction
of the rebellious battleship.
A group of workers (two men and a woman) tumultuously hail the rebellious
sailors.
The young woman with the umbrella opens it out joyfully and waves her
black-gloved hand, and the man with the appearance of a professor takes off
his hat.
Standing with a young schoolgirl, an elderly woman in pince-nez rapturously
waves her hand.
A student shouts joyfully.
A yacht sails across the sea,
and the fleet of white-sailed yawls.
On the mast of the battleship the red flag flutters victoriously.
The boats sail towards the battleship.
The sailors on board the battleship wave their caps in delight.
The boats
sail up,
one after another,
to the sides of the battleship.
Sailors pull the oars of the rowing-boats.
The sailors on board the battleship wave their caps in delight.
The sailing-boats draw up by the side of the battleship.
Sailors from the battleship quickly descend the gangway.
Sailing-boats and rowing-boats draw up.
The sailing-boats
drop their sails.
The sailors on board the battleship wave their caps in delight.
Sailing-boats
surround the battleship.
The sailors on board the battleship wave their caps in delight.
The inhabitants of the town, standing on the harbor steps, look at the
battleship in the distance.
A woman with a live goose in her hands climbs up the gangway and gives it to
the sailors.
On the sailing-boats, bread is passed from hand to hand.
The inhabitants of the town, standing on the harbor steps, look at the
battleship in the distance.
The people in the sailing-boats look at the sailors on board the battleship.
Cigarettes, a sucking-pig are passed to the sailors,
a crateful of poultry,
geese.
On board the battleship, the inhabitants of the town embrace the sailors.
Along the gangway are carried a basket of eggs,
another sucking-pig.
The inhabitants of the town, standing on the harbor steps,
look into the distance,
and hail the battleship.
A lady with a veil and lorgnette
and a lady in an expensive white dress, an umbrella over her arm, also
look at the battleship. Past them, a legless invalid drags himself on his
hands.
The lady in the expensive white dress, an umbrella over her arm, waves
elegantly in the direction of the rebellious battleship.
From behind the lady with the veil and lorgnette, the legless invalid moves
on his hands,
and he looks in the direction of the battleship.
The lady with the veil looks through her lorgnette at the ship.
The legless invalid joyfully waves his cap with one hand.
A woman draped with a shawl stands beside her small son.
On the mast of the battleship the red flag flutters victoriously.
The woman, draped with a shawl, and her son look joyfully at the battleship.
A girl and a boy wave their small hands in delight.
The crowd, standing on the harbor steps, tumultuously hails the insurgent
battleship.
[TITLE:] SUDDENLY
A woman with bobbed hair throws back her head in terror.
The crowd on the steps shudders and begins to run down the steps.
The legless invalid, trying to save himself, leaps precipitately on his hands
down one of the high balustrades flanking the steps.
A rank of soldiers draws near to the top of the long, broad steps.
The lady with the veil and lorgnette, having fallen, raises herself and runs
down the steps.
In terror, the crowd runs down the steps.
Fatally wounded, a man begins to fall.
In the instant before his death, the steps appear fleetingly in front of his
eyes. He falls
onto the steps.
A small boy, wounded, falls nearby.
In terror, the crowd runs down the steps.
The boy clutches his head with his hands.
In terror, the crowd runs down the steps.
Relentless, like a machine, ranks of soldiers with rifles trailed descend the
steps.
In terror, the crowd runs down the steps.
Behind the balustrade a group of terrified women hide -- among them the
elderly woman in pince-nez.
Men leap from the balustrade onto the ground.
Behind one of the balustrades, a man and a woman hide.
Behind the other balustrade an old man in pince-nez, a small schoolboy and a
woman hide. The old man in pince-nez is unexpectedly hit by a bullet.
A rank of soldiers fires into the crowd.
The man hidden with the woman behind one of the balustrades falls dead.
In terror, the crowd runs down the steps.
A man jumps over the wounded old man in pince-nez. The old man raises himself
and looks at him.
In terror, the crowd runs down the steps.
The old man in pince-nez looks from behind the balustrade.
The woman draped with a shawl runs down the steps, holding her small son by
the hand.
The ranks of soldiers aim, and fire into the crowd.
The son of the woman draped with a shawl falls onto the steps.
Mechanically, the woman draped with a shawl continues to run down the steps.
The fallen boy raises himself and shouts.
The fleeing mother stops
and turns.
The boy falls back, unconscious.
In horror, the mother tears at her hair.
In terror, the crowd runs down the steps -- over the fallen boy.
Her eyes crazed, the mother goes up the steps.
In terror, the crowd runs down the steps.
trampling the slaughtered boy.
In terror, the crowd runs down the steps.
The fleeing people
trample the slaughtered boy.
Her eyes crazed, the mother goes up the steps.
The crowd runs down the steps.
Her hands to her head in horror, the mother goes up the steps.
The crowd tramples the slaughtered boy.
Her hands to her head in horror, the mother goes up the steps.
The crowd runs down the steps.
Her slaughtered son in her arms, the mother goes up the steps
towards a rank of soldiers.
In terror, the crowd runs down the steps.
The elderly woman in pince-nez, hidden behind the balustrade, exhorts
the women with her
to advance towards the soldiers, in order to stop the massacre.
Her slaughtered son in her arms, the demented mother goes up the steps.
In a frenzy, the elderly woman in pince-nez exhorts the women with her.
[TITLE:] 'Come! Let us plead with them!'
She regards them boldly.
In terror, the crowd continues to run down the steps.
The elderly woman in pince-nez smiles
encouragingly
at the women with her and at the old men,
all frozen with fear.
Relentless, like a machine, the rank of soldiers with rifles trailed descends
the steps.
Her slaughtered son in her arms, the demented mother goes up the steps.
The women are frozen with fear.
The elderly woman in pince-nez smiles encouragingly.
A young girl,
the old men,
men, an old woman,
and an invalid on crutches
stand up behind her.
The rank of soldiers fires into the crowd.
In terror, the crowd continues to run down the steps.
Her slaughtered son in her arms, the demented mother goes up the steps.
Led by the elderly woman in pince-nez, the group of women and old men go up
the steps towards the rank of soldiers,
and pleadingly hold out their hands to them.
Through the corpses strewn on the steps, her slaughtered son in her arms, the
mother continues up the steps.
Through the corpses strewn on the steps, relentless, the rank of soldiers
with rifles trailed continues to descend the steps.
Her slaughtered son in her arms, going up the steps strewn with corpses, the
mother shouts to the soldiers:
[TITLE:] 'Hear me! Don't shoot!'
Inexorably, the rank of soldiers moves on.
The shadows of the soldiers fall on the steps.
Her slaughtered son in her arms, the mother shouts again to the soldiers:
[TITLE:] 'My boy is badly hurt!'
She draws close to the rank of soldiers, their rifles aimed
and to the officer, his sabre raised.
Led by the elderly woman in pince-nez, the group of women and old men,
pleading,
go up the steps.
The officer lowers his sabre, and a volley is fired.
Her slaughtered son in her arms, the mother falls onto the steps.
At the bottom of the steps, the people run onto the carriage-way,
.. and horsemen charge them.
Her slaughtered son held tight to her breast, the mother lies on her back.
Her hands are arranged in the form of a cross, and
over them creep the advancing shadows of the soldiers.
[TITLE:] THE COSSACKS
The cossacks charge straight at the crowd, and
the people are trampled by the horses' hooves and beaten with the whips of
the horsemen.
A rank of soldiers descends the steps
and fires into the crowd.
The group of women and old men, pressing themselves against the balustrade,
go up the steps.
The rank of soldiers fires volley after volley into the crowd.
The group of women and old men fall onto the steps.
The legs of the soldiers move on.
A beautiful woman [a young mother] shields a pram containing a child from the
fleeing people.
Relentless, like a machine, the rank of soldiers descends the steps.
The beautiful woman opens her mouth in terror
and clings to the side of the pram.
With her body, she shields the child in the pram from the fleeing people.
The rank of soldiers descends the steps
and fires.
In terrible pain, the young mother throws back her head.
The pram with the child comes to rest at the edge of the steps.
The young mother, her mouth open in terror,
clutches her dress with her hands.
The fleeing people are trampled by the horses' hooves and beaten with the
whips of the cossacks.
Blood on the young mother's stomach.
The young mother, her mouth open,
begins to fall,
and the pram with the child rolls to the very edge of the steps.
The rank of soldiers with rifles trailed
descends the steps.
The young mother, falling onto the steps,
pushes
the pram with the child.
A cossack attacks a man with his whip.
The fleeing people are trampled by the horses' hooves and beaten with the
whips of the cossacks.
Fallen, the young mother
jolts
the pram with the child
over the edge of the steps.
The elderly woman in pince-nez is frozen with horror.
The pram with the child
bounces
down the steps.
The young mother lies dead on the steps.
On the carriage-way, the cossacks beat the crowd with whips, and,
at the foot of the steps,
a rank of soldiers fires point-blank at the people.
The pram with the child bounces over the steps.
The elderly woman in pince-nez is frozen with horror.
The pram with the child bounces over the steps.
A terrified student presses himself into the corner of a building.
At the foot of the steps, the rank of soldiers fires volley after volley into
the crowd.
The pram with the child leaps across the steps.
A terrified student presses himself into the corner of a building.
Down the steps,
over the corpses,
careers the pram with the child.
The rank of soldiers fires into the crowd.
The pram with the child careers over the corpses down the steps.
The student pressed into the corner of the building shouts in terror.
The pram with the child overturns.
A cossack brandishes
his sword,
and puts out an eye of the elderly woman in pince-nez.
The battleship: the gun-turret looms ominously.
[TITLE:] AND THEN THE CANNONS OF THE BATTLESHIP OPEN FIRE IN RETALIATION
AGAINST THE SAVAGERY OF THE ARMED FORCES OF ODESSA
The muzzles of the cannons, pointed menacingly towards the town.
[TITLE:] THE BULL'S EYE -- THE ODESSA THEATRE!
The sculpture on the pediment of the theatre.
[TITLE:] THE ODESSA THEATRE -- THE TOWN'S MILITARY HEADQUARTERS
The cannons of the battleship open fire
at the cupids
adorning
the cornice of the theatre.
A shell bursts
against the iron gates of the theatre building,
enshrouding everything in smoke.
The sculptures: a lion dormant,
a lion with evil face raised,
a lion up on its paws, snarling.
The iron gates of the theatre building
are enshrouded in smoke.
The smoke disperses -- to reveal that the theatre building has been
destroyed.
PART FIVE: MEETING THE SQUADRON
[TITLE:] ON THE BATTLESHIP, MEETINGS CONTINUE PASSIONATELY UNTIL EVENING
A speaker cries to the sailors:
[TITLE:] 'The people of Odessa look to you for their liberation. Disembark now,
and the army will join forces with you.'
The speaker
continues. The muzzles of the cannons loom menacingly.
The sailors
argue among themselves.
One of the sailors says:
[TITLE:] 'We cannot disembark. The admiralty squadron has begun to move against
us.'
He continues to speak.
The sailors wave their arms about excitedly.
The sailor exhorts his comrades,
who wave to him
with their caps.
The sailor exhorts his comrades.
The sailors wave their arms about excitedly.
The sailor passionately exhorts his comrades.
One of the sailors listening to him is lost in thought.
The sailor continues to exhort his comrades,
but the other sailor interrupts him.
[TITLE:] WITH ONE HEART THEY DECIDE TO FACE THE SQUADRON
The empty deck.
[TITLE:] A NIGHT OF ANXIETY BEGINS
The flag comes down.
The moon appears from behind the clouds.
Moonlight plays upon the water.
On the battleship, the watch looks tensely into the distance.
The sea splashes gently.
The watch moves along the side of the battleship.
The sea splashes gently.
A sailor gazes tensely into the distance.
The silhouette of the battleship stands out starkly and majestically in the
moonlight.
The motionless needles
of the pressure-gauges.
By the engines -- sleeping sailors.
The watch looks tensely into the darkness.
A searchlight directed on the water.
The watch and the sailor gaze into the darkness.
The searchlight directed on the water.
By the engines -- sleeping sailors.
The motionless needles of the pressure-gauges.
[TITLE:] THE SQUADRON CREEPS UP IN THE DARKNESS
Murk over the water.
The squadron on the horizon.
Murk over the water.
Matyushenko, fighting against sleep,
smokes
in one of the cabins.
Smoke pours from the funnels of a passing ship.
By the engines -- sleeping sailors.
The helmsman asleep at the wheel.
By the engines -- sleeping sailors.
The searchlight directed on the water.
In a cabin, a sailor asleep on a divan.
Matyushenko, with other sailors, awakens the helmsman.
The cabin: the sailor asleep on the divan.
Another sailor at the wheel.
[TITLE:] THROATS HOARSE FROM CONTINUAL SPEECH BREATHE HARSHLY AND UNEVENLY
The cabin: sailors asleep
on the divan,
in a deck-chair.
Matyushenko enters the cabin and looks at the sleeping sailors.
The sailor on the divan awakens.
Sailors close the shutter over the searchlight.
Matyushenko talks with the awakened sailor,
and goes out of the cabin.
The sailor turns over onto his other side.
Sailors close the shutter over the searchlight.
The sailor on the divan sleeps.
Sailors run over to a handrail.
By the engines -- the sailors roll over uneasily in their sleep.
The sailor on the divan awakens again.
The helmsman at the wheel.
A sailor by the handrail beckons to another.
By the engines -- the sailors roll over uneasily in their sleep.
The sailor by the handrail
looks through a telescope.
The sailors by the handrail gaze tensely into the distance.
The motionless needles
of the pressure-gauges.
Sailors look through a pair of binoculars
and the telescope.
The watch looks through the binoculars.
The pressure-gauges.
Sailors look through the binoculars and the telescope.
The watch looks through the binoculars.
A sailor in the watch-tower shouts.
The sailor turns the telescope.
Near the muzzle of a cannon, a sailor gazes into the darkness.
The watches look into the distance.
The sailor turns the telescope.
The squadron is visible on the horizon.
The sailor looking through the telescope bends and cries:
[TITLE:] 'Squadron on the horizon!'
The sailor near the muzzle of the cannon turns quickly towards the cry.
The sailor again looks through the telescope.
The alarmed figures
of the sailors.
Matyushenko rapidly descends the ladder to the cabin.
In an instant, the sailor in the deck-chair is awake,
and the sailor on the divan.
The one
and the other raise themselves,
stand up,
and quickly run out.
A running sailor can be seen through a grating.
The sailors run up to Matyushenko and question him.
In the cabin, Matyushenko stops a young sailor.
The young sailor looks confusedly at Matyushenko.
Matyushenko throws off his jacket.
The young sailor tightens the jacket round himself, and Matyushenko takes the
midshipman's cap off the young sailor's head.
Sailors climbing up holdfasts.
Matyushenko puts a sailor's cap on the young sailor's head.
The young sailor ascends the ladder from the cabin, followed by Matyushenko.
The sailors rush up the holdfasts,
up the deck ladder,
up to a platform by the funnel.
The sailors on the platform can see
the squadron on the horizon.
They continue to look at the squadron on the horizon.
The sailor looks through the telescope.
Sailors looking into the distance,
..climbing up the holdfasts,
ascending to the platform by the funnel,
on the platform.
Matyushenko blows on his pipe.
[TITLE:] ALL HANDS ON DECK!
The bugler
sounds his call.
A sailor blows on his pipe.
The sailors come running.
[TITLE:] ACTION STATIONS!
The bugler
sounds his call.
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