June, 1917 - Alexander Palace
The next scene begins with Nicholas taking tea alone with Alexandra in the drawing room one afternoon. The ex-Tsar tosses a newspaper onto the table in front of him in disgust...
Nicholas: Rubbish!
Alexandra: What is?
Nicholas: The war, the revolution, everything. How is it that every great accomplishment is met with an equally crushing setback?
Alexandra: The advance?
Nicholas: It's been repelled. All we've done is traded lives. Some of theirs for some of ours. No ground has been taken.
Alexandra: Alas, the fighting remains where it has been. A stalemate.
Nicholas: And for all the effort Kerensky has put in. Sometimes I feel like if he and I were working together, traveling about the country and haranguing soldiers, that we could accomplish great things. But there he is, alone, and here I am.
Alexandra (reaching across and taking his hand): You have us my darling.
Nicholas (after a pause): The children will be greatly disappointed.
Alexandra: They've learned to live with disappointment. They aren't little girls anymore, and Alexei is quickly becoming a man.
Nicholas (tears filling his eyes): Its now how it was supposed to be. God. I've never shied away from a fight. But all I can think about is getting away from here.
Alexandra: Livadia?
Nicholas: If wishing made it so.
Alexandra: God will keep us together and keep us safe, no matter where we are sent.
The scene cuts away and shifts to the bedroom of Olga and Tatiana. They sit at a pair of dressers with their backs turned to one another, trying on perfumes and brushing their hair...
Olga: Papa seems miserable these past few days.
Tatiana: Yes I know, it's awful. For once Mama seems like the cheerful one.
Olga: It breaks my heart. Thanksgiving was so lovely. He looked the happiest he's been in many months.
Tatiana: I just can not understand how things change so quickly. One day we are told of Kerensky's advance, and how well it is going, and then the next it's the German's with the upper hand.
Olga: It's war Tanya. It can all change that quickly.
Tatiana: It's madness...Have you spoken to Papa about it?
Olga: No not yet. I'm afraid to ask given the mood he's in. Besides I don't want look to sad in front of him and Mama.
Tatiana: Yes, I don't either.
Olga: Have you been speaking with Mama?
Tatiana: A little. She has been looking more kindly on Kerensky of late.
Olga (surprised): Kerensky?
Tatiana: Yes, she admires his bravery and his consistency. She does not like that he's a socialist, of course, but she tells me he is a good man with the courage of his convictions. That for better or worse he has always been a socialist, and that he does not change his views to meet the fashion of the moment.
Olga: The newspapers said he's been ill recently. A lot of touring around Russia and reviewing troops at the front. He must be exhausting himself.
Tatiana: Yes Mama mentioned that too. Says she hopes the poor man will not break down before he puts things right for Russia. She pities him and wishes there was something as nurses we could do.
Olga (after a pause and brushing her hair): Well, I'd leave the Minister's care to you and Mama. I think a desk job suits me better this time.
Tatiana (chuckling): Oh Olenka.
Olga (amused): Ah! Dammit, again!
Tatiana (alarmed and moving over next to her sister): What is it?
Olga: Look, more clumps of hair. It keeps falling out little by little.
Tatiana: Mine too. You must brush it gently.
Olga: Will there be anything left in a few weeks?
Tatiana: I don't know. Doctor Botkin said it's from the measles, or perhaps the antibiotics they gave us. He said we probably wouldn't lose all of it, but we will have to cover the patches until it has had time to grow back.
Olga: It looks awful. I'd just assume shave my head and wear a wig until it all grows back at once.
Tatiana: Now there's a thought.
Olga: What? Shave our heads?
Tatiana: Well, I had to, remember?
Olga (middy amused): Yes, and I remember you despising every minute of it.
Tatiana: It takes some getting used to. I might not even bother with the wig this time.
Olga: Bald? You'll look like the cue ball on Papa's billiards table.
Tatiana (suppressing her laughter): Only when we're together maybe. Walking outside or in the presence of others we could wrap scarves around our heads. It might even look quite fashionable.
Olga: Well I guess you might be onto something. It can't look any worse than bald patches and falling clumps of hair.
Tatiana: No.
Olga (excitedly): Lets go see what Marie and Nastya think!
Tatiana (taking her sister the hand): They'll think we're crazy.
Olga: They already do.
Tatiana (amused): Alright. Lets go see what they're up to.
The scene shifts inside the bedroom of Marie and Anastasia. Each of the sisters are shown gathered around each other. Anastasia seated in the ledge of a nearby window sill, Tatiana leaning against a wall, and Marie and Olga both seated in chairs. Things pick up in mid conversation...