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M. Gorky Film Studio

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT

Based on the novel by Fyodor M. Dostoyevsky

Part One

Screenplay by N. FIGUROVSKY L. KULIDZHANOV

Directed by L. KULIDZHANOV

Director of Photography V. SHUMSKY

Production Designer P. PASHKEVICH

Cast:

Raskolnikov Georgy TARATORKIN

Porfiry Petrovich Innokenty SMOKTUNOVSKY

Sonya Marmeladova Tatiana BEDOVA

Avdotya Romanovna Victoria FYODOROVA

Svidrigailov Efim KOPELYAN

Marmeladov Yevgeny LEBEDEV

Yekaterina Ivanovna Maya BULGAKOVA

Pulkheria Alexandrovna Irina GOSHEVA

Luzhin - V. BASOV Razumikhin - A. PAVLOV

Alyona Ivanovna Ye. YEVSTRATOVA

Yelizaveta Ivanovna - L. SOKOLOVA Nastasya - I. MAKAROVA

Zamyotov - V. NOSIK

Lebezyatnikov - Yu. MEDVEDEV Zosimov - Ye. LAZAREV

Lieutenant Powder - Yu. SARANTSEV Nikodim Fomich - Yu. VOLKOV

The Marmeladov Children - L. SHEPELEV L. PESKOVETSKAYA, M. SOLDATOVA

Oh, my God!

Here I am, getting ready to commit such an act, and I'm frightened!

Frightened of the least little thing.

A man holds everything in his hands,

and he lets it all slip through them because he is afraid.

That is a truth.

I would like to know what people are most afraid of.

Of taking a new step,

of using a new word they've just made up.

But I'm talking too much.

I don't do anything because I talk too much.

Or maybe I talk too much because I don't do anything.

It's this last month that I've learned to talk too much.

Staying cooped up in my hole for days on end, thinking, thinking...

Thinking of the days of yore.

Why am I going there?

Why am I taking this walk?

Isn't it possible to stop?

To change everything?

Not to go there at all?

Am I capable of doing such a thing?

Am I serious?

No!

Not in the least!

So... I'm only amusing myself.

Playing a game...

Yes, I'm just playing a game.

Always muttering to himself...

I've brought tea. Would you like some?

Tea? From the landlady?

No chance of that! She's going to the police about you.

Police? What for?

You won't pay the rent, but you won't get out either.

Damn!

It's so untimely. She's a fool!

Well, she may be a fool,

but if you're so smart, do something.

Before, you gave lessons to children. Why don't you do anything now?

- I'm doing something. - What are you doing?

Working.

- What kind of work? - I'm thinking.

Did you make a lot of money by that?

They pay kopecks for the lessons.

Do you expect to get a fortune?

That's right! A fortune!

I forgot to tell you. A letter came for you.

- A letter? From whom? - I don't know.

I gave the postman 3 kopecks of my own. Will you pay me back?

Nastasya, leave me alone, for God's sake.

My dear Rodya,

It's over two months since I last had a talk with you in by letter,

which has distressed me and even kept me awake at night, thinking.

You know how I love you.

You're all we have to look to, Dunya and I.

You are our all, our hope and our consolation.

What a grief it was to me and your sister when we heard

that you had given up the University for want of means to keep yourself.

But how could I help you out of my 120 rubles a year pension?

The 15 rubles that I sent you four months ago,

I borrowed, as you know, on security of that same pension.

I know, Mother. I've read about it. Why are you going with me?

Don't I know how you read?

Something here, something there, just to grasp the meaning.

No, Mother, I do remember the details very well.

How you and Dunya lived in poverty, how she found a job as a governess.

How that scoundrel, Svidrigailov, began making passes at her.

Imagine a situation an honest girl got in when she agreed to a date with him,

only to persuade Mr. Svidrigailov to leave her alone and open his eyes

to a scandalous nature of his behavior, as a husband and a father.

And, all of a sudden, Marfa Petrovna catches them together

and makes a scene of jealousy in front of Dunya.

I remember it, Mother.

They flung her things in a plain peasant's cart... driving her out like...

Yes, yes, yes!

What are you ringing for? You know that there's no one there now.

When Mr. Svidrigailov began getting close to Dunya too conspicuously,

she wrote him a letter.

Well, I've written you about it.

Please, don't, Mother. These people are eavesdropping.

- Luzhin's put them to look after us. - Luzhin?!

Yes, Dunya's fiancé, a relative of Marfa Petrovna Svidrigailova.

When she found out the truth, she wanted to make amends

and decided to arrange Dunya's happiness.

- Happiness? - Well, well-being.

Of course, Mr. Luzhin is not young, but he's got money.

Enough! I remember! You've written about it. But it'll never happen!

I know for whom all this is being done! But I won't accept this sacrifice!

I won't! I won't!

No, I won't!

May I venture, my dear sir,

to engage you in polite conversation?

Though your exterior would not command respect,

even so my experience tells me...

...that you're a man of education and not accustomed to drinking.

I've always respected education in conjunction with genuine sentiment.

Besides, I'm a titular counselor.

Marmeladov, that is my name.

May I ask you if you're in the state's service?

- No. I'm a student. - So you're a student!

Or you must've been a student. I knew it.

I could tell it!

That's experience, my dear sir. A life-long experience.

Poverty is no vice and that's the truth.

And drunkenness is no virtue either.

But misery, my dear sir, that's what is immoral!

May I ask you out of simple curiosity,

if you have ever slept on the Neva,

on a hay barge?

- No, I have not happened to. - Well, I have.

I've just come from my fifth night on one.

Funny fellow!

Why don't you go to work?

Why don't you go to your office if you're a counselor?

Why don't I work, my dear sir?

You think it causes me no suffering to know that I'm good for nothing?

Have you ever asked to lend you money when you knew it was useless?

Yes, I have. What do you mean, useless?

Knowing, in advance, that you'll get nothing.

Why should they give you money?

They know they won't get it back.

And even knowing he won't give it, I set off to him...

Why do you go?

Because there are times when you must do something,

you must have somewhere to go.

When my only-begotten daughter

first went on the street with her yellow card...

Yes, my daughter has the yellow card of a prostitute...

I'm Raskolnikov, the student. I was here a month ago.

I remember you. Yes, I remember when you came.

Well, I'm here for the same reason.

Come in then.

What do you want?

Here. I'd like to pawn this.

- You haven't repaid the last loan. - Be patient.

It's up to me whether I'll wait

or sell your pledge.

Give me at least 4 rubles. I'll redeem it.

It was my father's. I'm expecting some money soon.

A ruble and a half, an you must give me the interest now.

- A ruble and a half?! - Take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

That's ten kopecks per month for each ruble.

So for a ruble and a half that makes fifteen kopecks.

With twenty kopecks for the other two rubles from a month ago,

it makes thirty-five kopecks.

So for the watch you've just pawned you get one ruble fifteen kopecks.

I may be bringing something else soon.

A silver cigarette case.

We'll talk about that when you bring it.

You're always at home, Alyona Ivanovna? Is your sister Lizaveta Ivanovna here?

What business is it of yours where she is?

None at all. I was just asking, that's all...

- Goodbye, Alyona Ivanovna. - Goodbye, young man.

Are you sorry for me, sir, or not?

Tell me, sir, are you sorry or not?!

What are you to be pitied for?

Why am I to be pitied, you say?

Yes, there's nothing to pity me for.

I ought to be crucified, not pitied!

Do you suppose, seller, that this pint of yours has been sweet to me?

No, it was tribulation I sought at the bottom of it, and have found it.

And I have tasted it.

But He will pity us who has had pity on all men,

who has understood all men and all things.

He will come and He will ask:

for her consumptive stepmother

and for the little children... of another?

Who had pity for her earthly father, the filthy drunkard. >>

He will say:

I have forgiven thee once.

I am forgiving all your sins now. >>

And He will forgive all.

The good and the evil. AII! AII!

Come forth, ye drunkards!

Come forth, ye weak ones!

AII! AII!

And He will say:

made in the image of the beast and with his mark.

But come you also. >>

And we will kneel down and weep.

Lord! Thy Kingdom come!

That way, Yelizaveta Ivanovna, you could decide for yourself.

- Come along tomorrow at seven. - At seven?

So frightened of Alyona Ivanovna. You're like a little child with her.

She's only your half-sister, but she's bullying you...

If I were you, I wouldn't say anything to Alyona Ivanovna.

You just come along. It'll be worth your while.

And your sister will see it too.

- Perhaps I'll come. - Tomorrow, around seven.

- We'll have a cup of tea. - All right, I'll come. About seven.

About seven.

All right, I'll come about seven.

About seven... about seven...

About seven, about seven, about seven...

About seven, about seven...

About seven, about seven.

It's already seven o'clock!

Anybody there?

Mitka, hand me the bucket!

Can't you get it yourself?

Here. Grab it.

Good evening, Alyona Ivanovna. Come in here, to the light.

What do you want? Who are you, anyway?

Don't you remember me? I'm Raskolnikov.

I've brought something to pawn, as I said I would.

Why do you look as if you don't believe me? As if you don't know me?

All right, I'll pawn it somewhere else.

What's the matter? Why are you so nervous?

What have you got?

A silver cigarette case. I told you about it.

Why are you so pale, young man?

Did something scare you?

It's a fever.

You'd be pale, too, if you didn't have anything to eat.

Well, what is it?

It's a silver cigarette case. Take a look.

It doesn't seem heavy enough to be silver.

What a knot!

You certainly have tied it up!

What's going on? Are they both asleep? Or murdered, or what?

Alyona Ivanovna! Old witch!

Yelizaveta Ivanovna! My dear beauty!

Open up!

Are they asleep?

It can't be that there's no one there.

I've almost broken the door.

Strange. Where could the old woman be?

Why did she tell me to come at this hour?

She made the appointment herself, the old witch! I don't live next door.

Look!

You see how the door gives when you pull it?

That means it's only hooked.

See how it moves?

To fasten the hook in the inside, someone must be there. Understand?

Well, you're right. What the hell then...

Let's go down to the watchman. We'll make him wake them up.

Good idea.

You wait here. I'll run down and get him.

- Why should I wait here? - One never knows.

- Right. - There's something peculiar going on.

What the hell...

What the hell!

- We should check if it's hooked. - It is, I assure you.

- I told you to wait upstairs. - I got scared, damn it.

You got scared! There's something funny about it.

I thought it was stupid to just stand there.

Open the door!

Are you alive or not? He's always snoring away.

Open up! It's almost eleven!

- Maybe he's out. - The door's bolted from the inside.

As if somebody's going to steal him. Open the door, idiot! Wake up!

A notice for you from the station.

What station?

The police station. Everybody knows what station.

- What for? - How should I know?

They call you, so you better go.

Oh God, he looks downright sick.

Don't go if you're sick. There's no fire.

What's that you got in your hand?

Look at him sleeping with some rags, like it's a real treasure.

No, I'm going.

I'll go at once.

Furov!

You may sit down, Louisa Ivanovna.

Excuse me.

What do you want?

See the secretary over there.

You'll have to wait.

What do you want?

It's about the recovery of a debt from this student.

At what time were you told to appear?

I was only given the notice a quarter of an hour ago.

Isn't it enough that I've gotten out of a sickbed to come?

- Will you please not shout? - I was speaking very quietly.

- You're in a public office! - So are you!

And not only are you shouting but smoking too. You show no respect.

I beg your pardon, but it's none of your business. A fine student you are!

You'd better give your statement.

And you, hussy! You shameless slut! What happened at your place last night?

Another brawl! The whole street heard you!

You want to get sent back to jail?

Ilya Petrovich.

No brawl, no noise, my dear captain.

He came drunk and ordered three more bottles of wine.

He played piano with his feet and then he screamed

that he'd write satirical pieces in paper.

Haven't I warned you? That's what they are like.

Those writers, students, gossipmongers!

Get out of here! I'll call on you myself. So you'd better watch out!

Thunder and lightning! Hurricanes!

You exploding again? I could hear you all the way downstairs.

And here we have a writer, I mean a student. An ex-student.

Won't pay his debts. Prefers to give I.O. U's. Won't vacate his room either.

And has the nerve to reproach me for smoking in his presence.

Just look at him at his best!

Poverty is no vice. Our gunpowder explodes whenever he's slighted.

You must have taken offense too and lost control. You shouldn't have.

He's a splendid fellow, really. But he's gunpowder!

He explodes when he gets worked up.

But really he has a heart of gold.

His regiment called him Lieutenant Powder.

And a great regiment it was, too!

Forgive me, please, Captain.

I'm ready to beg everyone's pardon if I've been ill-mannered.

I'm only a poor and sick student.

But I'll get the money, my mother and sister will send it to me...

These details do not concern us.

Now you're being too harsh.

Go on, write.

- What do you want me to write? - Just follow this model.

I, so and so, confirm the accuracy of this I.O.U. Letter and declare...

I think the rest is clear.

It's impossible.

They're both bound to be released. The whole story contradicts itself.

Why should they have called the watchman if they did it?

To report on themselves? Or was it a clever ruse?

No, that would have been too smart.

One of them was seen at the gate

by two watchmen and a woman just before he went in.

Koch spent a half hour at the jeweler's before he went to the old woman.

How do you explain this? They've said themselves that the door was locked.

And when they returned with the watch- man, the door was open.

But that's just the point. The murderer was there, bolting the door inside.

He would definitely have been caught, if Koch hadn't been a fool.

He must have seized that moment to slip downstairs somehow.

Koch keeps saying prayers of thanksgiving.

He's sure that if he'd stayed,

the murderer would have leaped out and slaughtered him with an axe.

What's wrong with you? Are you sick?

Yes, it's my head... Anything else?

No.

You just sign at the bottom.

And no one saw the murderer?

How could they? The house is a regular Noah's Ark. It's all quite clear.

No. It is not all quite clear...

What's the matter with you?

How long have you been ill?

Since yesterday.

Did you go out yesterday?

- I did. - In spite of being ill?

Yes.

Where did you go, if I may ask?

For a walk.

Short and clear.

- He can hardly stand, and you... - Never mind.

Very well, we won't detain you any longer.

POLICE STATION

What's wrong? Are things as bad as that?

Well, you beat us all by your turnout.

You're not well. Do you know that?

I came here...

Well...

I don't have any lessons, and I would like...

Though it doesn't matter, I don't want any.

Wait a minute, idiot. Why the devil did you come then? Have you gone mad?

I came because I don't know anybody else but you.

And you're better than the others, you can judge.

And now I realize I don't need anything.

Stay a minute, you sweep!

I haven't any lessons either, but it doesn't matter.

There's a bookseller at the flea market.

He publishes pamphlets on natural science.

I translate them for him from the German for six rubles a signature.

Some scandals from Rousseau's Confessions. You can do them.

Here, take three rubles and start translating.

When you finish the signature, you'll get the other three rubles.

I don't want translations.

What the devil do you want then?

Where are you living?

The devil damn you!

Silence!

Silence!

Where are you going?

I hate you! I hate you!

I was telling you! I have warned you!

Haven't eaten all day!

Why have you been wandering all over when you should've been in bed?

Nastasya, why did he beat the landlady?

Who beat the landlady?

Lieutenant Powder from the police. Just now on the stairs.

Why don't you say something?

It's the blood.

What blood? What are you talking about?

No one beat the landlady.

I heard them. I wasn't sleeping.

That man from the police. And everyone came out to watch.

No one has been here. It's your blood you heard.

When there's no way for it to get out,

it gets clotted and then you begin to hear things.

Give me something to drink, Nastasya.

It's good you came to yourself.

You've hardly eaten for four days. You've been delirious.

The improper diet. Hasn't been getting enough beer and horse radish.

Who are you?

Your mother has sent you a money order through Vakhrushin.

If you've recovered your senses, I'm to give you thirty-five rubles.

- Vakhrushin? - Yes.

Oh yes, I remember.

He knows merchant Vakhrushin. That proves he's recovered his senses.

He'll have to sign the receipt.

He will. Now, Rodia, scribble us a nice Raskolnikov.

These days money for us is sweeter than molasses.

No. I don't want it.

You don't want it? So you're joking again?

Don't pay any attention. He's delirious again. He'll sign it.

- I can come back some other time. - Why come again? You're a wise man.

Rodia, you don't want to delay our guest, do you?

I can do it myself.

Bravo! How about something to eat now?

- What are you doing here? - It's a long story.

When you decamped in that rascally way without leaving your address,

I resolved to find you out and punish you.

I ran about making inquiries for you. Then I went to the address bureau.

And only fancy, in two minutes they looked you up. Your name is down there.

- My name? - Sure thing.

And yet a General Kobelev they could not find while I was there.

Well, it's a long story. Now to business.

Here are 35 rubles. I take ten of them I'll give you an account in 2 hours.

- Did I say anything in delirium? - Sure. You were beside yourself.

- What did I rave about? - What people do rave about...

- What did I say? - You said nothing about a countess.

Something about chains, about a gray stone, about a watchman.

You asked so piteously for fringe for your trousers.

Oh, my God!

Tell me, God... tell me, do they know or don't they?

What am I to do?

That's what I've forgotten.

All at once I remember and then I forget.

It doesn't matter. I'll escape.

I'll go to America.

What if they have their watchmen there too?

Here are two specimens of headgear.

This Palmerston or this jewel?

What do you suppose, Rodia, I paid for it? Nastasya?

Twenty kopecks, I dare say.

Twenty kopecks, silly? Nowadays you would cost more than that.

Eighty kopecks, and that only because it has been worn.

United American States.

Quite respectable, although a little worn.

And a waistcoat to match. Quite in the fashion.

The underwear and some other clothes.

- Just look at these boots. - Perhaps they won't fit?

Not fit? Just look.

They took the size from this monster.

What money was all that bought with?

Why, what the messenger brought from Vakhrushin yesterday.

Your mother sent it. Have you forgotten that too?

I remember now.

Nine rubles and 55 kopecks. Your change, please, 45 kopecks.

So we've got 25 rubles left.

Don't worry about the rent. A complete harmony with your landlady.

She gives you a limitless credit. Isn't that right, Nastasya?

You sly dog.

Ah, Zosimov, you finally got here. You see, he's come to.

I see, I see.

Well, how are we feeling today?

Fine.

Fine.

He's doing fine.

I'm well. I'm perfectly well.

That's fine.

Well, he can eat whatever he wants to. Tea and soup.

But you mustn't give him cucumbers or mushrooms or meat.

No more medicines.

I'll come by and see him tomorrow.

And he'd better stay in bed for a while, though... we'll see tomorrow.

Oh, that's too bad. I'm having a house-warming this evening.

He could at least lie on the sofa.

- You're coming, aren't you? - Maybe late. What are you planning?

Tea, vodka, herring. They'll serve a pie. Just a few close friends.

Who exactly?

My uncle has arrived.

Porfiry Petrovich will be there, the head of the investigation section.

- One of your relatives, too? - A very distant one.

Some students, a teacher, Zamyotov is coming.

Zamyotov? From the police?

What can you two possibly have in common with Zamyotov?

Oh, how particular we're getting!

- He takes bribes. - I don't care.

He took such a good care of Rodia, never leaving him for a minute.

He did? He was here?

He nursed you like a baby, patiently listening to that stuff about fringe.

- We do have something in common. - I'd like to know what?

Didn't I tell you about the murder of that old witch of a pawnbroker?

There's a painter mixed up in it.

I heard about the murder. I got interested when I read about in.

Lizaveta was murdered too.

Lizaveta?

She sold old clothes, remember? The one who mended that shirt for you.

- What about the painter? - Also accused of the murder.

First they arrested... what were their names? Koch and Pestryakov.

Everything's done so stupidly here, it even makes you sick.

Don't get hot.

Why am I so upset? Because of their disgusting, petrified routine.

This painter wanted to pawn some gold earrings.

He asked two rubles for them.

Of course, they got suspicious and threw him in jail.

Is there any evidence?

Evidence? What evidence? He just confessed under pressure.

He said he found them behind the door of the apartment they were painting.

Behind the door?!

- They were behind the door? - Yes.

What?

What's the matter?

- What's wrong with you? - Nothing.

He must have been dreaming.

Well, go on. What next?

They've simply taken him for the murderer.

And all the witnesses say

that they were chasing one another, like children, laughing and screaming.

Does this state of mind fit in with axes, bloodshed and robbing?

It's strange, but...

It's been proved that this thing came from the old woman's chest.

Come in.

- Rodion Romanovich Raskolnikov? - That's him. What do you want?

Yes, I'm Raskolnikov. What is it?

I'm Pyotr Petrovich Luzhin.

I hope that my name is not completely unknown to you.

Nastasya, get the gentleman something to sit on.

Your mother...

It's all right... Please, go.

Your mother had begun a letter to you before I left her side...

Yes, I know. I know. You're the fiancé. I know that.

If I had known of your illness, I'd have come sooner, but my business...

I have an important affair in the senate.

Not to mention other preoccupations which you can well imagine.

I'm expecting your mother and sister at any moment.

- I've found a lodging for them. - Where?

Very near here, in Bakaleyev's house.

A disgusting place, filthy, stinking. And of a doubtful character.

Things have happened there. It's cheap, though.

I could not find out so much about it, for I'm a stranger in Petersburg.

Our future apartment, I'm having it done up.

Meanwhile I'm myself cramped in my friend's apartment.

Is it true that you told your fiancée Within an hour of her acceptance,

that what pleased you most was that she was a beggar

because it was better to raise a wife from poverty,

so that you may have complete control and reproach her, being her benefactor.

My dear sir!

To twist my words in such a way!

I know who's responsible. In other words...

It was your mother who did this.

If you say another word about my mother, I'll throw you down the stairs.

Now you listen to me, sir. I felt your animosity the minute I came in.

But I stayed expressly to find out more about you.

I might forgive much to a sick man and a relative, but I'll never forgive you!

I am not sick!

So much the worse!

Go to hell!

How could you?

Leave me alone!

Get out, you're torturing me!

I'm not afraid of you! I'm not afraid of any of you!

Get out of here! I want to be alone. Alone!

Alone...

We'd better go.

We can't leave him in such a state.

Let's go.

Hey, sir!

You've got so thin.

Have you been in a hospital?

Get me all the newspapers you have for the last week.

Why, only yesterday Razumikhin told me that you were still delirious.

You lead quite a life, Mr. Zamyotov.

- All the champagne you can drink. - All the champagne.

- Just a small glass. - A retainer?

You never miss a chance. It's all right, nice boy.

Here are the latest papers. Shall I bring vodka?

- No, tea. I'll give you a good tip. - Yes, sir.

So, little sparrow, you're curious about me, aren't you?

Yes, I am. What's so interesting in the papers?

The news.

Are they writing about all those fires?

I wasn't reading about fires.

Why not confess that you'd like very much to know what I'm reading about?

I couldn't care less. I just asked. Can't one ask a simple question?

- What's wrong with all of you? - Pricking up your ears?

- Whatever do you mean by that? - I'll tell you later.

But right now let me tell you this... No, not that.

Let me confess. No, not that either.

Let me make a statement, and you will write it down. Yes.

What I was reading, interested in, looking for, what brought me here,

was the murder of that old pawnbroker.

So what? Why tell me?

Do you like to listen to street singing?

I love it.

Especially on a cold autumn night.

And it must be a damp night.

The people on the street are all green and pale.

Or the snow begins to fall, with no wind.

And you watch the street lamps through it.

I don't know. I'm sorry.

Either you're mad or...

Or? Or what? Go on, say it. Or what?

Forget it. It's all nonsense.

What if it was I who killed that old woman and Lizaveta?

That's impossible!

You believed it.

I didn't. And now...

You thought so before. So you don't believe it?

What were you talking about after I left the office?

Why did Lieutenant Powder question me?

How much?

Thirty kopecks altogether.

There's twenty more for you.

What a lot I've got! All kinds of notes. 25 rubles. Where did I get it?

You know I didn't have a kopeck.

Well, that's enough. Goodbye... It's been nice.

She came to my place early in the morning, all dressed up.

So I said, around like that for? >>

And she says, I'm ready to be your slave. >>

That's what she said.

All dressed up like a fashion plate!

What's a fashion plate?

Pictures in color from abroad showing how you're supposed to dress.

Men are usually wearing fur coats,

but when it comes to women, well, my boy,

you can't imagine all the ruffles...

What do you want?

What is it? Who are you?

The floor's been washed.

There's no blood.

What blood?

The old woman and her sister were murdered.

There was a pool of blood.

Who are you anyway?

- Me? - Yes.

Let's go to the police station. I'll tell you there.

It's time to lock up here. We're late. We're leaving now.

And he didn't marry her.

That happens.

But it's no way to act.

What do you want?

- Been to the police? - Just came back. What about it?

- Are they still there? - They are.

- The lieutenant too? - He was there. What do you want?

He came to look at the apartment.

- What apartment? - The one we're painting.

That's what he said.

I've come to rent it. >>

And he rang the doorbell so hard, I thought he was going to break it.

he said.

Who are you?

Rodion Raskolnikov, formerly a student.

I live in Schill's house. Ask the watchman there, he knows me.

We ought to take him to the police station.

- Let's go. - Yes, let's take him.

- What do you want anyway? - Are you afraid to go to the police?

What do you mean, afraid? Why are you bothering us?

You rogue.

You trying to cause trouble? Get out of here!

Tramp! Trouble-maker!

You heard me! Go on!

That's funny. He doesn't look drunk...

Well, only God knows...

You meet all kind of people now.

We should've taken him to the police.

No, we're better off leaving him alone. A real good-for-nothing.

Get mixed up with that kind, you'll be sorry. Believe me.

Oh, the poor man!

I couldn't miss him!

If I'd been going fast or hadn't tried to stop him. I was going slowly.

That's the truth. He yelled three times at him to stop.

Yes, three times. We all heard him.

I'm sure he must have been drunk.

I tried to stop the horses. But he fell right under their hooves.

They're young horses, and they pulled a bit.

He screamed, and that made them pull harder. How terrible!

I know who he is.

He's a retired counselor, Marmeladov.

He lives just there. Not far.

Get him a doctor. I'll pay for it!

You can't imagine, dear Polya,

what a happy luxurious life we had in my papa's house.

Papa was a civil colonel.

He was only a step from being a governor.

You must mend this tear, you must take your needle and darn it.

A kammerjunker had just come from Petersburg.

He was a prince.

He danced the mazurka with me...

Oh, God...

What are they bringing?

- Where should we put him? - Over there. On the bed.

You mustn't be frightened. He was crossing a street.

Don't worry, he'll come to.

I said to bring him here. Don't you remember me?

I've sent for a doctor.

He's done it this time!

Polya, run and get Sonya!

Tell her to come as soon as she can!

You might let him die in peace.

It's just a big show, isn't it?

With cigarettes! You might as well keep your hats on.

Thank God. Here's the doctor.

Call a priest...

It's a wonder that he's recovered consciousness.

- Is there really no hope? - Not the faintest.

He's at the last gasp.

He'll die within 5 or 10 minutes.

And Simon, thy servant, O Lord,

receive communion for the remission of his sins and life everlasting.

Now, Lord, let thy servant depart in peace according to your word...

She's coming. I met her in the street.

Oh, God in Heaven, have mercy on us...

Deliver us from the trials of suffering and protect us.

O Lord, give me strength.

Strengthen my faith. Have mercy on me.

God is merciful. Look to the Lord for succour.

Merciful, but not to us.

What you're saying is a sin.

And that? That's not a sin?

Perhaps those who caused the accident, though unintentionally,

will agree to pay you, if only to compensate for his earnings.

You don't understand! Why should they compensate us for anything?

He was drunk and threw himself under the horses.

He didn't earn anything. He brought me nothing but suffering.

He spent all our money for drink. He robbed his own children!

May God be praised the man's dying! One mouth less to feed!

You must forgive him in his hour of death.

Such thoughts are a great sin.

It's only a lot of words.

I have forgiven him already.

Don't try to talk. I know what you want to say.

Who is that?

Sonya!

Daughter!

Forgive me.

Oh God! What shall I do now?

How am I going to bury him?

How am I going to feed my children? Oh God!

Katerina Ivanovna, last week,

your husband told me all his life.

That evening we became friends.

Please, permit me... There are 20 rubles there, I think.

Goodbye.

Oh, you here?

He's dead. The doctor came. And the priest. Everything was done.

Don't bother the poor woman. She's already consumptive. Try to comfort her.

You're a kind man, I know.

But you have blood all over you.

Yes, I do.

I'm covered with blood.

Wait!

Please wait!

What's your name? Where do you live?

- Who sent you after me? - My sister, Sonya.

I knew that it was your sister Sonya.

My name is Rodion.

Say a prayer for me sometime.

Just add . That'll be enough.

I'll pray for you the rest of my life!

Tell them my name is Rodion Raskolnikov.

I live in Schill's house. Apartment 14. You won't forget?

If they need me, I'll come at once.

- You tell them that. - I will.

Ah, there you are. I looked all over for you. I'm glad to see you.

Listen, Razumikhin...

I've just come from a death bed.

A poor clerk's deathbed.

I gave them all the money I had.

And besides that...

I've been... embraced by some creature

who would have embraced me even if...

I'd murdered someone...

I saw another creature there, too,

wearing a flame-red feather.

But I'm getting things mixed up.

- What's wrong with you? - I'm a little dizzy.

But that's not the point.

I feel sad.

I'm so sad...

As sad as a woman.

You know what? I'm going to see you home.

- What about your guests? - They can all go to the devil!

What is it?

You see? The light's on in my room.

That's strange. Maybe it's Nastasya.

No. She's in bed surely.

Well, I don't care. Goodbye.

I'm coming in with you.

No, I'd rather say goodbye to you here.

So... goodbye.

- What's wrong, Rodia? - Nothing's wrong.

Come along. You'll be my witness.

Rodia!

Rodia!

Rodia, my dear!

- What is it? What's wrong with him? - Water!

What's wrong with him? Dunya, water!

- It's nothing. He just fainted. - Fainted? Will he come to?

Of course he will, mama.

It's nothing. He just fainted. That's all. You'll see.

Rodia!

There. He's coming to.

Go home with him. Tomorrow I'll explain everything...

When did you arrive?

Last night. The train was terribly late.

No, I can't leave you now. I shall spend the night here.

Go away.

Can't I even look at you after all those three years?

Leave me alone. You're torturing me!

Let's go, mother. We're distressing him, don't you see?

Nastasya will stay with him. I'll take you home and get the doctor for Rodia.

Let's go, mama. I'm sure this gentle- man will do exactly what he promises.

Me? I... I will.

Does Mister Raskolnikov live here?

Raskolnikov? Yes, he does.

Take that stairway. All the way up to the fifth floor.

Thank you.

It's me or Luzhin! I'm a scoundrel, but you mustn't!

Why do you keep calling yourself a scoundrel?

Brother, you're mistaken. I'm marrying for my own sake, my life isn't easy.

- You're lying, sister. - I'm telling the truth!

I won't marry him unless I'm certain that he respects and treasures me,

and that I can return that respect.

And such a marriage is not sordid.

Even if you were right,

isn't it rather cruel to speak that way to me?

If I am hurting anyone it is only myself.

I haven't killed anyone!

Why are you so pale, Rodia?

Oh, God! She has made him faint!

Is fainting all you can talk about?

Strange.

What am I making all this fuss about?

It doesn't matter.

Go on and marry whoever you like.

So it's your decision, Rodia?

Decision?

Pyotr Petrovich has written that if you come, he will leave.

It's not for me to decide. It's up to you and Dunya.

Dunya has already decided, and I agree with her completely.

In that case...

I'll come.

We'd be happy to have you join us at 8 o'clock tonight.

Mama, I'd like him to come, too.

You're perfectly right. It's better not to lie. Let him be angry.

You know, I almost forgot to tell you. Marfa Petrovna is dead.

- What Marfa Petrovna? - Svidrigailova. I've written you.

They say that terrible man was the cause of her death. He beat her.

I don't see why you want to tell me all that gossip.

I don't know what to talk about.

Ah, it's you. I wasn't expecting you.

Won't you please sit down?

This is Sofia Semyonovna Marmeladova.

The daughter of that poor man who was run over by the horses yesterday.

I told you about him.

You've come from Katerina Ivanovna?

Yes.

She begs you to do us the honour

of being at the funeral in church,

and to come afterwards to our place... for the funeral meal.

- She's arranging a funeral meal? - Yes, a little one.

She asked me to thank you for the help you gave us yesterday.

Without you she couldn't have afforded the funeral.

You say she has been able to manage with such little means?

And have enough for a funeral meal?

The coffin and everything will be simple, so it won't cost a lot.

We figured it out to the last kopeck, there's enough for the funeral meal.

I understand... Of course.

Why are you looking at my room that way?

My mother thinks it looks like a tomb, too.

You gave us everything you had yesterday.

Rodia, you will have dinner with us, obviously.

Dunya, we must be going. I'm afraid we've tired you out.

Yes. In fact, I've something to do. You don't go yet.

- Or maybe you need him? - No.

Don't forget, Dmitri Prokofievich, we'll be expecting you for dinner.

Goodbye, Rodia, or rather, till dinner time. I hate saying goodbye.

Goodbye, Nastasya. Oh! There I say it again!

Goodbye, Dunya. Give me your hand.

I'm glad, Dunya.

May God give rest to the dead. The living must go on living.

Isn't that right?

It was a good thing that we left. He should go out, get some air.

It's fearfully close in there. Good heavens, what a town!

And that young woman frightened me, too. I have a presentiment.

The instant she entered the room, I thought,

There is nothing. You and your presentiments, mama!

He saw her the first time yesterday. He didn't recognize her when she came in.

Well, you mark my words!

I must be going.

We have no secrets, Sofia Semyonovna. I'd rather you stayed.

Listen, you know that man... what's his name... Porfiry Petrovich?

Of course I know him. He's a relative. Why do you ask?

Isn't he investigating that case... I mean that murder?

Yes.

He was questioning the people who pawned things. I pawned something, too.

I took Dunya's ring to her, and my father's watch.

I suppose I should go to the police. Or wouldn't I better go to Porfiry?

Yes, absolutely it would be better.

Let's go at once. It's very near here.

Yes, let's go.

He will be very happy to meet you.

I've told him a lot about you. Only yesterday we were talking about you.

So you knew the old woman? How splendidly it all worked out.

- Ah, yes, Sofia Ivanovna... - Sofia Semyonovna.

Well, if you're leaving now...

All right, let's go.

I'll come by and see you later. Where do you live?

On the canal, in Resslich's house, at Kapernaumov's.

Then you must go to the right. By the way, how did you find me?

You gave Polya your address yesterday.

Polya?

Oh yes, Polya. She's your sister.

Did I give her the address?

Don't you remember?

Yes. I remember.

My late father talked about you a lot. Only I didn't know your last name then.

But today I came and asked if Mister Raskolnikov lived here.

I didn't know that you sublease a room, too.

Goodbye.

So you live at Kapernaumov's? He remade a waistcoat for me yesterday.

And I'm staying here, just next to you. It would seem we're neighbours.

I've only been in town three days.

We'll be seeing each other.

- Do you think he'll be home? - He'll be home.

He's a good man. A little skeptical, cynical, but he knows his business.

He cleared up a murder case that nobody else could...

- Are you all right? - I am. Why do you ask?

I'm all right, but you've been in a very excited state.

- What are you talking about? - Come on, it's enough to look at you.

Your face is like a big, sweet candy.

And when you were invited to dinner you even blushed.

I didn't!

Romeo! I'll tell them about it later. It'll amuse mother no end.

- And someone else, too. - You listen to me...

I'll break your head open!

No need to break chairs, gentlemen. It's state property.

Please forgive us. I'm Raskolnikov.

I'm delighted. Especially after such an entrance.

He wouldn't even say hello?

I can't imagine why he's so angry.

All I said was that he reminded me of Romeo.

You're a pig!

There must be serious grounds if he reacted so strongly to one word.

Stop your cross-examination! You can both go to the devil.

That's it. You're all idiots.

Meet my friend, Rodion Raskolnikov.

He's heard a lot about you and wanted to meet you. He also has some business.

Please sit down.

Oh, Zamyotov! What are you doing here?

I didn't know you two had met. Have you known each other long?

We met yesterday, at your place.

He pestered me all last week to get introduced to you.

And now you've met without my help. Where's the tobacco?

My things are only worth five rubles. Sorry to bother you with such trifles.

You must make a written statement to the police.

Or you could make it to me. I the undersigned do hereby declare...

- Can I use unofficial stationary? - Any paper will do.

I value these things as mementos.

I was very alarmed when I heard about this.

So that's why you got so upset yesterday when

I said that Porfiry was questioning people who had pawned things.

You seem to be making fun of me?

I agree that I may appear to be making a fuss all about nothing,

but these things aren't worthless as far as I'm concerned.

That cheap watch is the only thing I have left from my father.

My mother has come to see me.

She would get desperate if she knew that the watch was gone.

You know how women are.

Your mother's come? When was that?

Last evening.

Your things couldn't be lost.

I've been expecting you to come for some time.

What?

You knew that he pawned things there?

Your ring and watch were wrapped carefully together.

With your name written in pencil on the paper,

as well as the date that you had pawned them.

You're very observant, aren't you?

There must have been too many people who'd pawned to remember them all.

But you don't seem to have any trouble at all remembering.

Now we know everybody who had pawned things.

You were the only one who hadn't come to see us.

- I have been ill. - Yes, I know.

I heard that something had been bothering you.

Even now you're rather pale.

I'm not pale. Just the opposite, I feel fine.

Feeling fine!

Why, up until last night you were out of your mind.

And he dressed and slipped out completely delirious.

Really? Completely delirious? Just think of that!

It's not true. Don't believe him.

You don't believe him in any case, do you?

If you weren't delirious, why did you slip out in secret?

I was sick of all of them.

I wanted to find an apartment they wouldn't know.

That's why I took a lot of money along.

Mister Zamyotov have seen it. Was I in my right mind or was I delirious?

Yesterday you spoke reasonably enough.

Though you were very irritated.

Nikodim Fomich met you very late

last night at the house of the man who was run over by the horses.

Doesn't it prove he was delirious? He gave all his money to the widow.

Saving nothing for himself, he gave her all his 25 rubles.

Maybe I found a treasure!

Forgive us for boring you with all this idle chatter.

I don't find it boring. On the contrary.

You interest me very much. It's most interesting to watch and to listen.

I'm glad that you've finally come.

I must tell you the truth.

I was attracted by an article of yours, about crime or something like that.

I don't remember the title.

I read it in the Periodical Review.

The Periodical Review?

Six months ago I wrote an article about a book,

but I took it to the Weekly Review.

Yet it was printed in the Periodical.

The Weekly Review ceased to exist. That's why my article wasn't printed.

The Weekly was taken over by the Periodical, that's why your article

appeared two months ago in the Periodical Review.

You didn't even know?

They really should pay you something for that article.

- You're a strange fellow. - Bravo! I didn't know it either.

How did you know it was my article? I only signed my initials.

The editor told me. I know him.

I asked him because I was interested.

Imagine that! And you said nothing.

I analyzed the psychology of a criminal

throughout the process of committing the crime.

Yes.

I was especially interested in a point you made toward the end.

That certain individuals even have the right

to break the law and commit all sorts of crimes.

That the laws were not made for them.

He says all humanity is divided into ordinary men and into supermen.

The ordinary men must obey laws, because they're ordinary.

And the supermen have the right to break the law.

That's what the article says. Am I right?

But that can't be right!

That wasn't quite my thought.

Though I admit that's just about what I wrote.

I simply suggested the superior man may have the right, though not legal,

to allow his conscience to overstep other obstacles,

if so demands the realization of his idea which may be beneficial.

I went on to develop the idea that all Caesars, Mahomets, Napoleons

were criminals and did not stop at spilling blood,

even innocent blood, if they had to do so to be successful.

From this I conclude that all great men

and even those out of the ordinary who are capable of saying a new word,

are by their very nature criminals.

But there's no need to be upset.

The masses will never admit that right

and punish or hang them, thus carrying out their conservative function.

These masses in generations to come will set those criminals on a pedestal.

I beg your pardon. They're not always executed. There're many who...

Yes, some triumph during their lives, and then...

They execute others?

If necessary. And most of the time it is...

- Your observation is very clever. - Thank you.

Please tell me this...

How one might distinguish the ordinary man from the superior one?

Are they born with certain signs?

Will you excuse my uneasiness of a practical man?

You must agree there would be confusion if a man of one category

were to consider himself in the other

and start to overstep obstacles as you so aptly phrased it.

That happens with great frequency.

That remark is even cleverer than your other one.

- Thank you. - Not at all.

That mistake is only possible among the ordinary men,

as I perhaps unfortunately called them.

Because of a whimsicality of nature, sometimes even granted to cows,

many consider themselves superior men, ,

sincerely believing they're saying .

Though there can't be any terrible danger.

They never go very far.

You certainly set my mind at rest on that point.

But there's something else that disturbs me.

Are there many who have this right to murder others?

I'm ready to accept their right,

but it is worrying if there are too many of them.

You mustn't be alarmed about that either.

Strange as it may seem, the people with new ideas are few and far between.

One in one hundred thousand. The genius is only one in a million.

The men of great genius, the crown of humanity,

are maybe only one of many thousands who are born on this earth.

I don't know what, but there must be a certain law in this.

You must be joking.

You two are just playing with words.

Are you serious, Rodia?

Well, if you really are, your sanctioning

of the spilling of blood in the name of conscience

is more horrifying than the official sanctioning of bloodshed.

Absolutely right, it's more horrifying.

No. I think you're exaggerating.

There's some mistake. I must read it.

You can't possibly think that!

Society is well-protected by prisons, banishment, investigators.

No need to be afraid. Catch the thief.

What if we catch him?

It'll serve him right.

Yes, it's logical.

But what about his conscience?

What do you care about that?

Well, it's a question of humanity.

Let him suffer if he has one, if he admits his fault.

It'll be his punishment as much as a prison sentence.

It's just... I'm not sure if I can express myself exactly...

But when you were writing your article,

surely you couldn't help but feel you were one...

of these men you call superior.

It's quite possible.

If that's so, could you really bring yourself,

well, because of some failure in life,

to overstep the obstacles?

Let's say for example, to steal or murder?

If I did, I would surely have not told you about that.

I just said that to understand your article better.

Let me tell you that I do not imagine myself as a Napoleon,

so I don't know how I would behave under the circumstances.

Come on, everybody in Russia takes himself for Napoleon these days.

Maybe it's one of those Napoleons who killed Alyona Ivanovna?

Must you go so soon? I'm so glad to have met you.

As far as your request is concerned, don't worry.

The best thing would be to come and see me tomorrow, say, around 11.

We'll talk. Since you were the last one there...

You want to question me officially?

What for? You misunderstand me.

I've already talked to the others, some have given their evidence,

and you being the last...

- Were you there around 8 o'clock? - Yes, around 8.

Then, when you went upstairs, did you notice

an apartment with the door open on the second floor,

two painters, or at least one, who were painting there?

The painters?

No, I didn't see anyone.

I don't remember seeing an open apartment.

But on the 4th floor soldiers carrying a couch squeezed me against the wall.

But I don't remember the painters.

What do you mean?

The painters were there the day of the murder, and he three days before.

I've got everything mixed up. Damn it!

This whole business has got me confused.

I must be losing my head.

You should be more careful.

Well, where does he live?

- Who? - The student.

You mean Mister Raskolnikov? The corner door.

Here he comes himself.

What is it?

- What did he want? - He was asking me about you.

You came downstairs, I pointed you out and he went away.

You were asking for me?

Why do you ask for me, then say nothing?

Murderer!

What did you say? Who... Who's a murderer?

You're a murderer!

End of Part One

M. Gorky Film Studio

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT

Part Two

All right. What do you want?

I knew you were not asleep.

May I introduce myself? Arkady Ivanovich Svidrigailov.

Svidrigailov? It's not possible!

I have come to see you for two reasons.

First, I wanted to meet you,

for I've heard many interesting and flattering things about you.

In the second place, I do hope you will not refuse to help me

in a matter that concerns the best interests of your sister.

Because of a prejudice against me, she won't let me approach her alone.

But with your assistance I am counting on...

Don't count on anything!

I don't feel justifying myself is necessary.

But will you be so good as to tell me

what is so criminal about the way I acted?

If you speak without prejudice, with an open mind?

In my own house I pursued a defenseless young girl

and insulted her with my vile proposals?

But let us assume for a moment that I, too, am a human being

and can fall in love.

So the question is: Am I a monster or am I a victim?

And what if I am a victim?

When I proposed to her to run away with me to America or Switzerland,

perhaps I did it out of the most complete respect,

and I did more harm to myself than to anyone else.

That's not the point!

You're disgusting. That's why you're being driven away!

I see that you... That you won't be taken in.

I had hoped to get around you, but, no, you saw through me at once.

At any rate I am convinced there would have been no difficulty

if it hadn't been for Marfa Petrovna.

They say you got rid of her, too.

You've heard about that?

Of course, you've heard about that.

Well, how to say it? My conscience is completely clear on that subject.

The medical inquiry reported it was apoplexy

as a result of taking a bath after a dinner

which included a whole bottle of wine.

Indeed, nothing else could have been found.

Did you suppose I was such a monster, such a reactionary?

I am not really the brute you take me for.

Marfa Petrovna and I almost never quarreled, strange as it may seem.

You seem to be missing her.

I?

Perhaps...

Perhaps I do.

And, by the way...

Do you believe in ghosts?

- What ghosts? - Just regular ghosts.

Do you?

I might say no.

That is, yes and no.

Have you seen ghosts?

Marfa Petrovna appears to me sometimes.

- What do you mean, appears? - She's appeared three times already.

- While you were awake? - Wide awake.

She comes, speaks to me, then goes out by the door.

She always uses the door. I can almost hear it shut.

I wonder what made me think something like this should happen to you?

You did think that?

I told you we had something in common.

You didn't say anything of the kind.

- Didn't I? - No.

I thought I had said that.

The minute I came in and found you on the bed with your eyes shut

pretending to be asleep, I said to myself,

Here is the man.

What does that mean, "the man"? What are you talking about?

What I'm talking about?

I'm not sure what I mean.

Perhaps you're just lying about ghosts?

- I rarely lie. - Then you should see a doctor.

I don't need to be told I'm sick. I know that.

I didn't ask you if you believe that ghosts are seen.

I asked you if you believe that ghosts exist.

No. I won't believe it.

No?

You won't believe it?

And what do you think of this argument?

Maybe ghosts are fragments of other worlds.

A healthy man has no reason to see them.

He lives in this world for the sake of order.

But as soon as he falls sick,

as soon as the normal order is broken in the organism...

...one starts to realize the possibility of another world.

As he becomes sicker,

he needs more chances of contacts with this other world.

If you believe there is a future life,

you can believe that, too.

I don't believe in a future life.

Just imagine.

Only half an hour ago we didn't even know each other.

We were enemies, we had something to work out.

But we put it aside and we've moved happily into the abstract.

Wasn't I right when I said we were birds of a feather?

May I ask you

to tell me why I am being honoured with this visit?

I'm in a hurry, I have no time.

I'll be glad to.

Your sister, Avdotya Romanovna, is going to be married to Mr. Luzhin?

Can we refrain from the subject of my sister and from mentioning her name?

But I've come to speak about her.

Speak, then, but make haste.

I'm sure you must've formed your own opinion of Mr. Luzhin, who's related

to me through my wife, if you've only spoken to him for half an hour.

He's no match for Avdotya Romanovna.

She's sacrificing herself generously and imprudently...

for the sake of her family.

I fancied from all I had heard of you

that you would be very glad if the match would be broken off

without the sacrifice of worldly advantages.

All this is very naive. Excuse me, I should have said impudent.

You mean to say that I'm seeking my own ends?

If I were working for my own gain, I wouldn't have spoken out so directly.

I'm not quite a fool.

Excuse me for interrupting you. Will you come to the object of your visit?

I want to go out.

With the greatest pleasure.

Having arrived in town, and planning upon a certain voyage,

I must settle a few matters before I leave.

My children are with an aunt, they're rich, I'm of no use to them anymore.

But before my trip, I would like to settle things with Mr. Luzhin.

I should like to meet Avdotya Romanovna in your presence,

explain to her that she can expect nothing good from this fellow,

and with my apologies offer her 10,000 rubles, to help make the break easier.

You're out of your mind. How dare you speak like this?

I was sure you would start to shout.

I have no need for these 10,000 rubles.

If Avdotya Romanovna refuses to take them, I'll spend them more stupidly.

Besides, by marrying Mr. Luzhin,

she'll be taking the same money, though from someone else.

Will you please say no more!

If it's no, it's no.

I beg you to see this message gets to Avdotya Romanovna.

I'll do nothing of the kind.

In that case, Rodion Romanovich,

I must arrange a meeting myself.

And your sister might be distressed.

If I agree to take her the message, you won't try and see her?

I should very much like to see your sister once.

- Don't count on it! - Too bad.

You don't know me very well, though.

When we become better friends...

- You think we could become friends? - Why not?

I think there is something we have in common.

Are you going on that trip soon?

Trip? What trip?

- The journey you spoke about. - The journey?

That's right, I mentioned a journey, didn't I?

That's a very big question.

If you only knew what you were asking about.

However, I should like

to see Avdotya Romanovna again.

I earnestly beg you.

Well, goodbye.

Oh, I've forgotten something.

Please tell your sister

that Marfa Petrovna left her three thousand rubles.

She arranged it a week before she died. It was done with me as a witness.

In two or three weeks, Avdotya Romanovna will get the money.

Well, at your service.

The place where I'm staying is not very far from here.

Who was that I just met?

- Svidrigailov. - Who?

The landowner, at whose house my sister used to be a governess.

He's very strange. He seems resolved to do something.

We must protect Dunya from him, do you hear?

Ah, Pyotr Petrovich! Good evening. Won't you sit down?

I hope that you had a pleasant journey.

Thank God.

And you, Avdotya Romanovna, you aren't too worn out?

No, I'm not, but mama's exhausted.

Our railways are long, I'm afraid. She's vast, Mother Russia.

Though I very much wanted to, it was impossible for me to meet you.

I trust that everything went without any trouble?

No, we felt very much confused.

We would have been lost if the Lord had not sent us Dmitri Prokofievich.

There he is, Dmitri Prokofievich Razumikhin.

I've had the pleasure yesterday.

Marfa Petrovna has passed away. Did you know that?

I was informed immediately. And one of the reasons I have come

is to tell you that Mr. Svidrigailov set off in great haste for Petersburg

right after his wife's funeral.

- He's here? - We can assume, not without a purpose.

Won't he ever leave Dunya in peace, even here?

There's no reason to be unduly upset.

Unless, of course, you wish to get in touch with him.

Ah, you'll never believe what a fright you've given me.

I have only seen the man twice, but I found him horrible!

He is the most depraved man I've ever known.

I'm convinced that he was the cause of Marfa Petrovna's death.

It's impossible to be certain about that.

Though I agree that he could expedite the course of events.

Please,

don't speak of Mister Svidrigailov.

It's most unpleasant for me.

- He has just been to see me. - Oh, my God!

He wishes to have a meeting with you, Dunya.

He has a proposition to make.

Besides, he told me that, a week before her death,

Marfa Petrovna left you three thousand rubles in her will.

It's absolutely true.

God be praised! Pray for her, Dunya.

But what is his proposition to Dunya? Did he tell you?

- Yes, he did. - What is it?

I'll tell you later.

I have a business appointment. That way I won't be disturbing you.

Please stay. You intended to spend the whole evening with us.

You've written you wanted to have an explanation with mother.

I certainly desired an explanation with you and Pulkheria Alexandrovna.

But your brother cannot speak in my presence

concerning Mr. Svidrigailov's proposals.

I, too, cannot speak of some important points in the presence of others.

Moreover, I see that my request has been ignored.

Your request that my brother not be present at our meeting

has not been fulfilled at my insistence.

If Rodia really has insulted you, he will make his apologies.

There are some insults one cannot forget.

You mustn't be so sensitive.

Be the sensible and magnanimous man that I have always considered you.

If you two are not reconciled, I must choose: You or him.

For you, I must break with my brother, for his sake, I must break with you.

I'll be able to find out whether he is a good brother to me.

As for you, if you appreciate me, hold me in esteem, if you're the right man.

You say, him or me,

which proves to me of what little consequence I am for you.

I cannot accept this,

considering the obligations that exist between us.

I will not stand in the way

of any secret discussions of Mr. Svidrigailov's proposals

that have been entrusted to your brother and which seem to be for you

extremely important, and perhaps even agreeable.

Good heavens!

Well, sister, aren't you ashamed now?

Yes, Rodia, I am ashamed.

Pyotr Petrovich, please leave!

If I go out that door now after having been spoken to like that,

I shall never return. Take it into consideration.

What insolence! I don't want you to come back.

So that's it!

You bind me with a promise and now you deny it!

You realize that I'm in a position to protest?

What do you mean, to protest? Come to your senses, Pyotr Petrovich.

What gives you the right to speak to her like that?

- Leave us and never come back! - I'll go!

But I wish to say one last thing.

Having disregarded public opinion for you,

I should have expected a little more gratitude.

You seem to have forgotten that I decided to marry you

in spite of all the rumours concerning your reputation.

Does he want his head smashed?

Leave this room now!

Not another word, or...

All of this is my fault. I am more to blame than anyone.

I was tempted by his money.

But I swear I never realized he could be so vile.

You mustn't blame me, brother!

God has saved us.

- What did Svidrigailov say to you? - Yes, what did he say?

He wants to make you a present of ten thousand rubles.

And he wants to see you in my presence.

To see her? Never in this world! How dare he?

- What was your reply? - I refused.

Then he said he would do his outmost to see you.

He said that his passion for you was an infatuation.

He doesn't want you and Luzhin to marry.

He seemed incoherent.

He has some dreadful plan.

We will watch him. I won't let him out of my sight.

Rodia himself said to me yesterday, Take care of my sister.

Will you give me your permission, too, Avdotya Romanovna?

Everything will be all right.

The important thing is that the three of you are together.

You need each other.

You need each other so much.

Rodia, are you leaving already? Where are you going?

I must go away.

I meant to say as I was coming here...

I meant to say...

To you, mother, and to you, Dunya...

that it would be better for us to part for a time.

I feel ill. I am not at peace.

I will come of myself when it's possible.

I remember you and I love you.

Leave me, leave me alone.

I decided this even before.

When I can I'll come back, or I'll send for you.

And maybe everything will be as it was.

- Goodbye. - Rodia!

Brother! You can't leave mother like this!

Don't worry, I'll come again.

I am going to.

He's completely insane. Can't you see that?

Don't worry, I'll be right back.

I knew you'd come after me.

Go back and stay with them.

Stay with them tomorrow, and always.

Perhaps... I'll come if I can.

Goodbye.

What's wrong with you? Where are you going?

Once and for all:

Don't ever ask me to explain anything.

I have nothing to say to you.

Leave me alone, only...

...don't leave them!

Do you understand?

Do you understand now?

Go back.

Go back to them.

Who is it?

It's me. I've come to see you.

Oh, it's you. Oh my!

Is that your room there?

It's very late. It's after eleven, isn't it?

Yes. The landlady's clock just struck eleven. I remember hearing it.

I may not see you again.

You going away?

I don't know. Everything will be clear tomorrow.

Then you're not coming tomorrow to Katerina Ivanovna's?

I don't know. I'll know everything tomorrow.

That's not why I've come.

I've come to tell you something.

Why are you still standing? Sit down.

What hands you have.

Almost transparent.

Like a dead woman's hands.

They've always been like that.

- Even when you lived at home? - Yes.

Yes... of course.

Your father told me everything

about how you went out on the street the first time

and how you came back,

and how Katerina Ivanovna spent the whole night kneeling beside your bed.

She beat you, didn't she, when you lived at your father's?

No, no! What are you saying?

- Then you love her? - Love her? Of course I do!

You must understand, she's like a little baby.

Her mind has become affected because of all that grief.

She used to be so brilliant, so generous!

Beat me...

What are you saying? My goodness. Beat me!

And even if she did beat me, what would it matter?

What do you know about it?

She's seeking justice, she's pure, she...

She has such faith that there should be fairness in everything,

and she demands it, like a child.

And what will happen to you?

They're left on your hands.

They've been dependent on you all along.

Your father came to beg money from you to spend on drink.

Now what will happen to you all?

I don't know.

Katerina Ivanovna is consumptive. She is dying.

Oh, no, no, no!

Her hopes are all in you.

She says that you will help her.

She says she'll borrow a little money somewhere,

start a boarding school for girls from good families

and will have me manage it.

And we'll have a beautiful new life.

She believes so much in her dreams!

How can one tell her they are only dreams?

What if you get sick and be taken to hospital? What will happen then?

Don't say that! It can't happen!

There's no insurance against it.

Then what will become of them? They'll be in the street.

She'll cough and beg and beat her head against a wall while the babies cry.

And then she'll drop dead. What will happen to the children?

No, God won't let that happen.

Can you put anything aside?

Put away for a rainy day?

No.

Of course you can't. It's stupid of me to ask.

Do you get money every day?

No.

The same thing will undoubtedly happen to Polya.

No! God will never allow such a terrible thing!

He's allowed it to happen to others.

No, no! God will protect her. He will!

Perhaps there isn't any God.

It's not Katerina Ivanovna's, it's your mind is affected.

What are you doing?! What are you doing?!

Doing that before me!

I am not kneeling to you.

I am kneeling to all human suffering.

What are you saying?!

I've lost all honour,

I am a sinner,

I am a great sinner!

What are you saying?

It's not because of your dishonour, nor because you've sinned.

It's for the great suffering you've done.

You're a great sinner, that's true.

You live in the filth you despise.

You know you're not helping anyone, you can't save anyone from anything.

How can you live with these things side by side within you?

It would be more just and sensible if you were to jump off a bridge

and put an end to all this.

What would become of them all?

Do you pray to God much?

What would I be without God?

What does God do for you in return?

Don't ask that question! You're unworthy!

He does everything.

Where did you get this?

Yelizaveta brought it to me. I asked her to.

Did you know Yelizaveta?

Yes. Did you know her, too?

Was she a friend of yours?

Yes. She was a good woman.

But she couldn't come often.

We read together, we talked.

I know she'll see God.

She was murdered with an axe.

I came to tell you something. I left my family today. My mother and sister.

- I have broken off with them. - Why?

I have only you now.

We are both damned. We must go together.

Where to?

No one will understand you but me.

I need you, that's why I've come to you.

- I don't understand. - You'll understand later.

Haven't you done the same thing?

You had the strength to go beyond what is permissible.

You have laid hands on yourself.

You have destroyed a life.

Your own life. That makes no difference.

But you won't be able to hold on.

If you stay alone, you'll go out of your mind like me.

What... what shall I do?

Oh, my God!

- What can I do? - Break off with everything.

Accept the suffering. You don't understand? Someday you will.

It's freedom and power!

Above all, power over all this anthill! That's the final goal!

This may be the last time I'm speaking to you.

If I don't come tomorrow, you'll hear all about it and remember these words.

Perhaps one day you will be able to understand what I mean.

If I come again, I will tell you who murdered Lizaveta.

- You know who killed her? - I know.

And I will tell you alone.

I have chosen you.

I will not come to be forgiven, but only to tell you.

I have chosen you long ago for telling you this,

when I heard your father speak of you and when Lizaveta was still alive.

Goodbye.

Ah, my dear fellow, here you are, in our part of the world.

Come right in, my boy. Sit down.

Oh, perhaps you don't like to be called "my dear fellow" or "my boy"?

Don't think I'm being too familiar. Come over here and sit down.

I brought you my statement about the watch.

- Is it written correctly? - Yes, yes.

It's fine.

That's all we'll need.

I believe you said yesterday you would like to question me formally

about my dealings with the murdered woman?

Really?

Well, don't worry about that, there's no big rush.

We've plenty of time. Do you smoke? Here, the cigarettes.

I'm receiving you here,

but my government apartment is behind that partition, I'm here temporarily.

I'm having some work done in my apartment.

Government quarters are a capital thing.

- Yes, a capital thing. - Yes, a capital thing.

A capital thing.

I think there is a method with investigators,

to begin with irrelevant conversation

lulling the questioned person's vigilance,

and then ask him the fatal question that knocks him off his balance.

You think when I spoke of my quarters I was...

Yesterday you said you wanted to see me for further inquiry. I'm here.

I have no time to waste!

I've had enough of this! I even got sick because of this!

Will you please question me in the proper manner?

Goodbye, then, since there's nothing more to keep me here.

My goodness, what would you like me to ask you?

There's plenty of time for that. It really couldn't matter less.

I consider you simply a visitor.

I must ask you to forgive this dreadful laugh of mine.

You amused me by the shrewdness of your remark.

Sometimes I shake with laughter like an Indian-rubber ball for half an hour.

I laugh easily.

Do sit down. Otherwise I'll think I've made you angry.

Here, let me take your cap. Or it'll look like you're about to leave.

Actually, I am delighted.

I hope my walking about doesn't offend you. I need exercise.

Hemorrhoids, you know. I intend to treat them with exercise.

As for interrogations, sometimes they are more confusing

for the one who is interrogating than for the one who is interrogated.

As you so cleverly remarked, it's true.

Really, one gets mixed up. Always the same thing, like a drum.

And as for our methods of investigation...

Did you really believe when I was talking about my quarters I wanted...

You're an ironical person.

You were studying law, weren't you?

Yes, I was.

Let me give you a model you may be able to use.

Don't think for a minute that I'm attempting to teach you,

the man who writes such articles about crime.

No, it's only a model.

Should I suspect someone,

why would I upset the person prematurely,

even supposing we've got proof against the man?

In certain cases I should arrest him immediately.

But some people are different.

Why not let him walk around?

But I see you don't understand.

If I arrest him too soon,

I'll give him a certain moral support.

I see that makes you laugh. However, it's often the case.

Especially with a certain kind of man, because men are so different.

Evidence, my boy, can be often a two-edged sword.

In any case, my dear Rodion Romanovich, one should observe.

The typical case, for which all our rules were made, does not exist.

The minute a crime has been committed

it becomes a special case bearing no relation to any precedent crime.

Some cases can even be very funny.

It's imperative to know exactly what kind of man you're dealing with.

Suppose I leave one man alone, I don't arrest him, don't bother him,

but let him suspect that I know everything

and am watching him day and night,

then he will break, and will come himself.

He'll keep circling and circling round me,

and then fly into my mouth and I'll swallow him, and that'll be amusing.

Now, am I not being open with you? I think I'm very open.

I tell you all that free of charge.

You're a very young man, one could say, in the first flush of youth,

and so you put human intellect above everything.

Like all young people.

A man's nature sometimes deceives the sharpest calculations.

He can be devilishly clever in lying.

He's going to triumph!

And at that moment, the most interesting moment,

our clever man will most scandalously faint.

Why did you get so pale?

Do you find it stuffy in here? Shall I open the window?

Oh, don't bother, please.

Porfiry Petrovich...

I see you do suspect me of murdering that old woman and her sister.

And I am sick of all this!

If you think you have the right to arrest me, then do so.

But I will not permit making fun of me and torturing me!

- Good heavens! What's the matter? - I will not allow it!

My dear, what's the matter?

Hush! Hush! They'll overhear and come. And what will we tell them?

I will not allow it.

You must have some fresh air.

And a little water, that's what you need. You're having an attack.

A little water will do you good.

Rodion Romanovich, my dear boy...

Come on, drink this, you'll be all right.

If you're not careful, you're going to be sick again.

You should take care of yourself.

I know everything about you, I've been told everything.

If you go on like this, you'll lose your head.

You're full of indignation for the wrongs that have been done to you.

First by fate and now by police investigation.

That's why you're in such a hurry to end it all,

because you've had enough of those suspicions and indignities.

Isn't that so? Haven't I guessed how you feel?

Do sit down and rest. You look terrible.

You might have a serious breakdown if you play with your nerves this way,

going at night ringing at doors, asking about the blood.

You're ill, Rodion Romanovich.

Why don't you consult a proper doctor?

I think you're delirious. You've done all that while you were delirious.

I was not delirious.

I was perfectly aware of what I was doing! Do you hear? It was real!

Yes, I hear you, and I understand.

That's just the point. Listen to me, my dear man.

If you really were a criminal, or mixed up in all this,

would you insist you weren't delirious but in your right mind?

In my opinion, you certainly ought to insist that you were delirious.

That's so, isn't it?

Isn't it?

You're lying all the while!

You know that the best policy for a criminal

is to keep as close to the truth as possible.

I don't believe you!

What a wily person you are. There's no catching you, my boy.

You've a perfect monomania.

So you don't believe me?

But still you do believe me, you believe a quarter.

I'll soon make you believe the whole.

Because I have a sincere liking for you and genuinely wish you good.

I don't know what you want from me, but you're still lying!

You think so?

Didn't I just give you the defenses you could use:

Your illness, delirium, insults, the police...

You think I'm lying?

Though all these subterfuges are very unreliable.

Illness, delirium, visions - that's all very well...

But why is it always the same visions,

and never any others?

Tell me frankly whether I am free from suspicions or not?

Tell me once and for all, and be quick!

Why do you want to know that much?

You're like a baby asking for the matches to play with.

Why do you force yourself upon us?

- I can't put up with... - With what? Uncertainty?

Don’t jeer at me! I will not let you torture me!

Act according to the due process of law and stop playing with me!

Don't talk about the due process. I've invited you here as my friend.

I don't want your friendship. I spit on it!

I'm going to take my cap and go. What do you say if you want to arrest me?

Do you want to see a little surprise?

What surprise?

It's sitting there behind the door.

What is it? Where?

It's locked.

I've got the key here.

You're lying, you damned punchinello!

I know. You're tricking me to get me to betray myself.

You couldn't betray yourself any more. You are beside yourself.

And don't shout so, or I'll call the guards.

Let me in!

They're coming! You've got it all worked out.

Well, bring them in, your deputies, your witnesses! I'm ready!

What's going on out there?

He's not wanted! Let him wait! How irregular! Get out!

I'm guilty!

Get out of here!

Mine is the sin. I am the murderer!

What? You? Whom did you murder?

Alyona Ivanovna and her sister.

With an axe.

Darkness came over me!

I didn't ask you what came over you.

- Speak, did you kill then? - I did.

With an axe. And Mitka's not guilty. He had no share in it.

Rodion Romanovich, excuse me. This won't do. You must go.

- You see, what a surprise. - You didn't expect this?

Nor did you. You're trembling all over.

- So are you. - Yes, I am. I didn't expect this.

Aren't you going to show me your surprise?

Why, his teeth are clattering as he asks.

You're an ironical person.

- Well, goodbye for now. - I think we can say goodbye forever.

That's in God's hands.

Please, don't feel embarrassed.

We don't know each other well, but it doesn't matter.

My dear Sofia Semyonovna,

I chanced yesterday in passing

to exchange a couple of words with your poor mother.

Isn't it so? Katerina Ivanovna stands in the place a mother to you?

Quite so, yes, the place of a mother.

Those few words were sufficient for me to understand

that she is in a state - preternatural, if one may so express it.

Yes, preternatural.

Or it would be simpler to say, ill.

Yes, ill.

Allow me to ask.

She told me yesterday

that you had undertaken to get her a pension.

A go-ahead lady. She's dreaming of a pension already.

Yes, she is.

She's credulous and good-hearted, she believes everything out of kindness.

She is like that.

Excuse me.

But you haven't heard what I have to say.

No, I haven't heard.

If there could be any hope of a pension, it would be very ephemeral.

Your late parent had not served his full term

and had not indeed been in the service at all of late.

So I should be glad, so far as lies in my power, to be of service.

So far as lies in my power. Not more.

That's why I ventured to trouble you to come here.

In my opinion it's unsafe to put money in Katerina Ivanovna's hands.

The dinner today is a proof of that.

Though she has not a crust of bread for tomorrow,

she has bought today Jamaica rum, Madeira and coffee.

It's only once in her life.

She was anxious to do honour.

To celebrate the memory.

This is only today.

Tomorrow it will fall upon you again. It's absurd.

Will you accept for the benefit of your relation,

the small sum that I'm able to spare from me personally.

I would wish that my name should not be mentioned in connection with it.

Here...

Thank you.

God will...

God will reward you...

Thank you.

I heard and saw everything. That is honourable.

I mean to say, it's humane.

You wanted to avoid gratitude. I saw!

That's all nonsense.

He was drunk, he didn't pay me. Get out of my lodgings!

Madam, if you dare again to set your contemptible wretch of a father

on a level with my papa,

I will tear that bonnet off your head and trample it under foot!

Leave the lodgings this minute!

Pyotr Petrovich, remembering my father's hospitality,

protect us, you at least!

Make this mean wretch understand that she cannot

treat like this a lady in misfortune, that there's a law for such things!

Excuse me.

I'll go to the Governor General himself. She shall answer for it...

Allow me, madam, I've come about my own affairs.

I do not intend to take part in your squabbles.

And I had not the honour,

as you're well aware, of knowing your father.

Sofia Ivanovna... I think it is?

Excuse me for possibly interrupting you, but it's a matter of importance.

I'm glad indeed to find other people present.

Immediately after your visit I found

that a hundred-ruble note was missing from my table.

How can you explain this?

I... I don't know.

I know nothing about it.

Like a true friend I beg you...

And you could have no better friend at the moment. Think what you're doing

Otherwise I shall be immovable!

I have taken nothing.

You gave me ten rubles, here it is. Take it.

Amalia Ivanovna, send for the watchman.

I knew she was the thief!

I beg you, my dear lady, to remember your words

which have been uttered, by the way, before witnesses.

What!

You accuse her of stealing?

Sonya?

Ah, the wretches!

How dared you take ten rubles from him?

Hold that mad woman!

What! Mad?

Am I mad? Idiot! Pettifogging lawyer!

Calm yourself.

And you too, sausage-maker! Stealing!

Calm down!

Search her! Search her! Come on, search!

But if you don't find it, you'll answer for it, my dear fellow!

I'll go to our Sovereign, to the Czar himself and throw myself at his feet!

You think they wouldn't let me in? You're wrong, I will get in! I will!

I see that you're not so submissive.

Search her!

Go on!

I'm ready, but in any case it's difficult on account of her sex.

Maybe Amalia Ivanovna...

Let any one who likes search her. Sonya, turn out your pockets.

Look, look, monster. You see?

Here is the other pocket.

Thief! Out of my lodging!

They must be sent to Siberia!

No, it wasn't I. I know nothing about it.

I didn't take it!

I don't believe it, Sonya! You see? Sonya!

I don't believe it!

How stupid these people are! You're fools, fools!

You don't know what a girl she is!

What a heart she has!

She went out on the street

because my children were starving.

She sold herself for us!

Sonya!

Defend her!

Why are you all standing still?! Defend her!

Madam, this incident does not reflect upon you.

No one would accuse you of being an instigator or an accomplice.

As for you, Mademoiselle, may this disgrace

be a lesson to you for the future.

Very well, I will carry the matter no further.

Enough.

How vile!

What vileness!

And you dared to call me as witness?

What do you mean?

I mean that you're a slanderer! That's what my words mean.

Are you out of your mind?

I'm in my mind! But you are a scoundrel! Scoundrel!

Ah, how vile!

Would you believe it, he himself, with his own hands,

gave that hundred-ruble note to Sofia Semyonovna.

I saw it. I was a witness, I'll take my oath!

Are you crazy?

How could you, standing by the window, see the note? You fancied it.

I saw how you slipped it in her pocket.

Only like a fool I thought you did it out of kindness.

Andrei Semyonovich! Protect her!

You're the only one to take our part! God has sent you.

She's an orphan. God has sent you. Andrei Semyonovich, my dear...

You say I've put it on her on purpose? What for?

Why are you slandering me? What have I to do with this...

You're lying! Call the police. I'll take my oath.

One thing I don't understand though. Why did he risk such a vile action?

Oh, despicable man!

He should be flogged with his pants down. Flogged!

I can explain why he risked such an action.

I suspected that scoundrelly intrigue

because of the circumstances known to me only.

This gentleman was recently engaged to be married to my sister.

Two days ago I drove him out of my room, and he wrote to my mother

about Sofia Semyonovna's character, aiming at dividing me from my family.

But yesterday I have restored the truth, adding that he, Luzhin,

with all his virtues was not worth Sofia Semyonovna's little finger.

A final rupture took place and he was turned out of the house.

In fact, if he had succeeded in proving that Sofia Semyonovna was a thief,

he might have been able to estrange me from my family!

Allow me to pass, gentlemen.

Kindly leave at once! I don't want to see you again in my room!

I told you myself today that I was going.

Now I will simply add that you're a fool.

I advise you to see a doctor for your brains and your short sight.

I shall prosecute!

Swine!

Out of my lodgings! Quick march! At once!

Amalia Ivanovna, calm yourself.

As though that godless calumny was not enough!

And now this wretch! This wretch!

Calm down!

On the day of my husband's funeral I'm turned out of my lodgings!

Good God!

Whom should You protect if not us orphans? Oh, God!

Why have I come here? I'm only torturing you.

Oh, how you're suffering!

Nonsense!

Listen, Sonya...

Remember I said that if I came back today

I would tell you who murdered Lizaveta?

Did you really mean what you said yesterday?

But how do you know?

I know.

Why do you frighten me like that?

Take a good look.

Oh, my God! What have you done to yourself?!

There is nobody, not one in this world as unhappy as you are!

No!

Then you won't leave me, Sonya?

No, I'll never leave you!

I'll go anywhere with you, I'll follow you to the end of the world!

I'll go even to prison with you!

But how could you?

How could a man like you do it?

In order to rob her. Please stop it.

Were you hungry? To help your mother, right?

No, I wasn't that hungry. I...

It's true that I did want to help my mother.

But that wasn't the real reason either. Don't torment me.

If I had killed simply because I was hungry,

I would be happy now.

What difference would it make to you if I were to confess that I did wrong?

Why do you want to triumph over me?

You won't understand anything. I'll only make you suffer.

- Aren't you suffering too? - I'm bad at heart.

You remember that.

It may explain many things.

I've come because I'm bad.

There're men who wouldn't have come.

But I'm a coward and a scoundrel.

No, no, that's not what I mean!

We're so different!

It's good that you are here. It's better that I know.

I'll tell you.

I wanted to be a Napoleon. That's why I killed.

You understand now?

Tell me, and I shall understand within myself.

You'll understand?

We'll see.

I asked myself one day this question:

What if Napoleon had happened to be in my place?

And if he had not had Toulon nor Egypt to begin his career with,

but instead of all those picturesque and monumental things,

there had simply been some ridiculous old hag, a pawnbroker,

who had to be murdered too

to get money from her trunk for his career. You understand?

Would he have brought himself to that?

Wouldn't he have felt a pang at its being far from monumental, and sinful?

I worried myself fearfully over that question,

and I was ashamed when I guessed at last that he wouldn't have,

that it wouldn't even have struck him that it was not monumental.

He would have strangled her without thinking about it.

Well, I too...

Left off thinking about it...

I just murdered her.

Following his example.

Oh, that's not it! How could one?

I wanted to find out then and quickly

whether I was a louse like everybody else or a man.

Whether I can step over barriers or not.

Whether I am a trembling creature or whether I have the right?

To kill? Have the right to kill?

Oh, Sonya...

The devil led me on.

I'll tell you.

When I went to that old woman,

I only went to try. I want you to know it.

And you murdered.

- You murdered. - But how did I murder?

Is that the way one murders? Some day I'll tell you what I felt then.

Did I kill the old woman? No, I killed myself, and not that old witch.

I destroyed myself once and for all.

Enough, Sonya, enough! Leave me alone.

Oh, how you're suffering!

How you are suffering...

What am I to do now?

What are you to do? Stand up.

Go and first kiss the earth which you have defiled.

Bow down to all the world and say to all men loudly, "I'm a murderer!"

Then God will send you life again.

You mean I must give myself up?

Suffer and expiate your sin by it. That's what you must do.

- No, I'm not going to them. - It'll be too much for you to bear.

What will I say? That I killed and did not dare take the money, but hid it?

They'd laugh at me.

What a burden to carry! And for your whole life!

- Your whole life! - I'll get used to it.

Perhaps I've slandered myself.

Perhaps I'm not a louse but a man, I may have judged myself too quickly.

Yesterday I thought I was lost.

But today things look much better.

They have nothing against me.

They'll put me in prison, I know that.

It's nothing, they'll have to let me go.

They have no evidence against me.

Will you come to see me in prison?

I'll come.

Sofia Semyonovna, are you home? I must see you. I'm sorry.

Katerina Ivanovna has lost her mind.

She's down by the canal, not far from here.

She's beside herself. She's lost her head completely.

They're going to take her to the police.

The landlady went for her, but Katerina Ivanovna gives her no quarter.

She had run to Semyon Zakharovich's chief,

and even fetched him out from dinner.

You can imagine what happened. She was turned out.

She abused him and threw something at him.

She keeps beating the children...

Let's go home!

I will not go back!

I will never come back to that drunken German woman!

Let all Petersburg see

how the children beg in the street. The children of an honourable man

who served faithfully all his life,

who might be said to have died in the line of duty!

Rodion Romanovich, will you please explain to this silly girl

that it's the smartest thing for me to do.

Even organ grinders earn a living.

Anyone can see we're respectable.

Kolia, Lyonia, come and dance!

Here, take this.

Thank you, you're most generous, sir.

Polya, take the money.

The circumstances that forced us...

Let's go, Katerina Ivanovna!

Stop this!

What do you want, you fool?

- Please help us, sir. - Come along, I'll go with you.

You'll have to stop this!

Come on, children!

Stop this circus!

Kolia! Lyonia! Where are you going?

Sonya, make them come back!

You ungrateful children! Polya, catch them!

This way, bring her in here.

You brought them back, didn't you, Polya?

Where did you go, you silly things?

So this is where you live, Sonya?

I've never been in your room before. Never before.

We all have been your ruin, Sonya.

Polya, Lyonia, Kolia, come here.

Here they are, Sonya, all three.

I pass them on to you.

I've had enough now. The ball is over.

Leave me alone. Let me die in peace.

I'll make all the arrangements for the funeral and the rest of it.

I'll put these two little ones and Polya

into an orphanage where they'll get good care.

I'll settle 1,500 rubles on each which they'll receive when they come of age.

That way Sofia Semyonovna won't need to worry about them.

And I'll also help her get out of the mire. She's a good girl, isn't she?

You can tell Avdotya Romanovna that that's what happening to her money.

But what's behind all that benevolence?

Oh, you skeptical man, I've told you that I don't need that money.

You won't believe that I'm doing it just for the sake of humanity?

She wasn’t just a louse, was she?

Like some old woman pawnbroker.

And if I do not help, the same thing will happen to Polya.

How do you know this?

I live on the other side of the wall, at Madame Resslich's.

This is Kapernaumov's and that's Madame Resslich's. I'm a neighbour.

You?

Me.

I give you my word of honour, my dear Rodion Romanovich,

that you intrigue me a great deal.

I told you that we should become friends.

I predicted it, and here we are.

You'll see what an accommodating person I am.

You'll see that I'm very easy to get on with.

You weren't expecting a visitor, were you?

Forgive me for this presumptuous intrusion.

I have been meaning to stop by.

I was passing this way and thought, why not drop in and see him?

But I found you were out.

So I decided to smoke one cigarette... and then leave.

What can I do for you?

I came to explain things, my dear Rodion Romanovich.

I feel there must be an explanation between us.

A strange scene took place last time we met.

It's true that the first time we met a strange scene occurred too, but...

I felt maybe I'd behaved unfairly towards you.

You remember, it got rather out of hand. It was undignified.

So I judged that things should be open between us.

Yes, these suspicions and scenes

have been going on much too long.

If Mikolka hadn't put a stop to it, I don't know where it might have ended...

What... What are you driving at?

What do I mean?

I'll try to explain how this whole misunderstanding came about.

I've made you suffer very much.

I'm not a monster.

I realize how difficult it is to bear all this for a man who is proud,

imperious and impatient.

Above all, impatient.

I may tell you frankly

the whole thing was an accident.

An accident that

might not have happened at all.

And then some hearsay, and the records of the old woman.

Everything started to fit together, my dear Rodion Romanovich.

I happened to recall your article in that magazine, you remember?

I made fun of you on your very first visit,

but actually, as a great lover of literature, I like very much

these first, young and fiery, essays.

Smoke, fog. It's like a chord vibrating in the mist.

Your article is absurd and fantastic, but obviously sincere.

It's full of the pride of youth, and incorruptibility.

There's a brave desperation in it. It's a gloomy article.

I pictured you writing it when unable to sleep,

your heart pounding, your enthusiasm reined in.

But this repressed enthusiasm of youth can be dangerous.

I said to myself then: "No, no, this man won't go the common way."

This man will come himself.

If he is guilty, he will come of his own free will.

Another man wouldn't, but he will.

So I was expecting you,

and God had sent you - you did come.

Why need you have come to see me then?

And your laugh as you came in, remember?

Everything was as clear as crystal at once.

And as for what followed...

I would've given a thousand rubles to have seen with my own eyes

how you walked beside that man after he called you a murderer to your face

and you didn't dare ask him anything.

What made you come at that precise moment?

It looked as if someone were pushing you, honest to God.

And if it were not for Mikolka? It was like a thunderbolt from a cloud!

Though I didn't believe in this thunderbolt. You saw that yourself.

I said to myself, "Mikolka has nothing to do with this."

You still think he's guilty. You told Razumikhin he was.

Mister Razumikhin?

Never mind. No point in involving him.

As for Mikolka, would you like to know what kind of a man he is?

He's really a child. Not exactly a coward, but a little...

by way of an artist.

He's innocent.

He's prone to fantasy.

Very receptive to various ideas.

He was deeply influenced by an old priest.

Once he got to Petersburg, there were the women and the wine.

The old priest and his teachings were forgotten.

Then this case came along.

The very word "trial" frightened him!

You know the idea the people have of our legal proceedings.

He was frightened. He tried to hang himself, to run away.

Perhaps already in prison he remembered his priest and his words.

One has to suffer. So he took his suffering.

No, my dear Rodion Romanovich...

...it's not Mikolka.

This is a fantastic, gloomy business.

A modern case.

Bookish dreams.

A heart unsettled by theories.

He forgot to close the door after him, but yet he murdered.

Murdered two people for a theory.

And another thing:

He murdered, yet he looks upon himself as an honest man.

Poses as injured innocence.

It couldn't be Mikolka, my dear Rodion Romanovich.

No, it couldn't be Mikolka.

Then who is the murderer?

What do you mean, who's the murderer? You're the murderer, Rodion Romanovich.

You are the murderer, of course.

You didn't seem to have understood me correctly, and so you got astonished.

I've come to tell you everything and to deal quite frankly with you.

- I didn't kill... - Yes, you did.

You are the murderer, no one else.

So you're up to your old tricks!

Still using the same methods!

Aren't you tired of them?

Oh, stop that!

It isn't a matter of methods. We're whispering alone, with no witnesses.

You can see yourself I haven't come here to hunt you like an animal.

It doesn't matter to me if you confess or not.

I've already made up my mind.

Then why did you come here? Why don't you arrest me?

It's not in my interest to place you under arrest.

Not in your interest? If you're convinced, it's your duty.

What if I'm convinced? For the moment it's only my dreams, pure psychology.

And apart from that, I still have no proof.

Consequently, I've come with a proposition that you come and confess.

It will be tremendously to your advantage.

And to mine as well, just to get it off my back.

Am I not being completely honest?

But suppose you are wrong?

No, I am not wrong.

And I haven't the right to put it off much longer. I will have to arrest you.

It no longer makes any difference to me.

So it's entirely for your sake, Rodion Romanovich.

Why should I confess? What's my advantage?

Don't you know that it would considerably lighten your sentence?

Think of the timing of such an action.

Just when another man has confessed to the crime and confused things.

And I give you my sacred word of honour,

I'll arrange everything so that your confession will come as a surprise.

We'll do away with all this psychology and all my suspicions.

Your crime will appear to have been committed in the state of insanity.

For I think you were temporarily insane at the time.

I am an honest man, I will keep my word.

Don't bother.

I don't care about reducing my sentence.

Don't disdain life.

Most of it is still before you. Why not a lighter sentence, impatient man?

- Most of what is still before me? - Of life!

Maybe it's God's way of saving you.

The time will be shortened...

When do you plan to have me arrested?

I can give you a day or two.

- And what if I run away? - No, you won't run away.

You don't believe in your theory any more. What would you run away with?

And what would you do? A fugitive's life is a hard one.

No, you won't run away, Rodion Romanovich.

You can't get along without us.

If you run away, you'll just come back again.

No, you won't run away.

Are you going for a walk? It's going to be a lovely evening.

That is, if we don't have a storm. Though it might freshen the air.

Please don't think I've made any sort of confession to you today.

I only listened to you because I was curious.

I haven't confessed to anything, remember that!

Oh, I know, I'll remember it. Don't worry, my dear.

Take a nice walk.

But don't go too far.

There's one more request.

It's a little delicate, but rather important.

I say this just in case, not because I believe it

or think you're capable of it, but just in case.

If by any chance it should occur to you in those 40 or 50 hours

to end this matter differently, in some fantastic manner,

to lay hands on yourself...

Perhaps this is an absurd supposition and I hope you'll forgive me for that,

would you be so good as to leave a short but thorough note,

just two lines, two lines will do, that's all.

That would be generous of you.

Well, goodbye.

Good thoughts and sound decisions.

Let's go. I don't want Rodion Romanovich know about our meeting.

Now my brother can't see us.

Your letter interested me.

But I won't go any further with you. You can tell me everything here.

I can't tell you this in the middle of the street.

You must hear what Sofia Semyonovna has to say.

I have some interesting papers to show you.

If you don't agree, I'll go away at once.

Please remember that a most curious secret

involving your beloved brother is within my keeping.

What are you afraid of? We're not in a village.

And even in a village you did me more harm that I ever did to you...

Does Sofia Semyonovna expect me?

No. I have said nothing to her.

I'm not even certain she's home. Probably she is.

I live across the way.

There, our building's watchman has seen me coming with a lady.

He's noticed your face. It could be useful to you if you suspect me.

Forgive me for speaking so bluntly.

Why should you be frightened, like a child?

Am I really so terrifying?

Though I know you are a man without scruples...

I am not in the least frightened by you.

Lead the way, please.

Here's your letter. Can what you write be true?

You hint at a crime allegedly committed by my brother.

You hint at it clearly, now you dare not deny it.

You say you have proof of it. Well, what is it?

Though I warn you, I don't believe you.

Why did you come then? Was it simply curiosity?

Don't torment me. What is it?

You're a very brave young lady.

Though everything about you is perfect.

As far as your brother is concerned...

You saw him just now.

What did you think?

Surely you're not basing your accusations on that?

No. Not on that. I am basing it on his own words.

He is a murderer.

He murdered an old woman who'd lent money and with whom he'd pawned things.

He murdered her sister, too, Yelizaveta, who sold old clothes

and who just happened to come in at the moment of the murder.

He told this to Sofia Semyonovna, who is the only one to know his secret.

Don't be alarmed. She won't betray him.

It's not possible!

He had no reason to! Absolutely none! He had no motive.

It's all lies!

He killed her to rob her. That was the motive.

Though he made no use of the jewelry, nor the money.

Because he was afraid to use them.

Is it likely that my brother is a thief?

You've seen him. Does he look like a thief?

I wouldn't have believed it either if I'd been told of it as you have.

But I believe the evidence of my own ears.

Why would he murder?

It's a long story.

He has a sort of theory that a crime is justified,

if the final goal is beneficial.

Then there is the irritation of being hungry, of living in a cramped flat,

wearing rags, and the plight of his family,

but above all there is his vanity. His pride and his vanity.

And his conscience?

Do you deny him his moral feeling?

Oh, Avdotya Romanovna, everything is upside down.

Though I suppose things never were in better order than they are now.

Russians have big ideas, Avdotya Romanovna, as large as their country.

And we've always been disposed to chaos and fantasy.

Do you remember the many evening conversations we've had about that?

You're very pale.

I would like to see Sofia Semyonovna. How do I find her?

Is this the way to her room? Perhaps she has come back.

I must see her at once. Let her...

She will not return before this night.

Oh, you're lying! I know you. These are all lies.

I don't believe you! It's not true!

Calm down.

Do you want me to send him abroad? I can get a ticket in three days.

- Where are you going? - To him. Where's he?

Why is the door locked? When did you lock it?

There's no use to go looking for him. You'll only give him away.

You must know that he's already being followed.

We can still save him.

Can we really save him?

It all depends on you.

On you alone.

Only one word from you and he'll be saved.

I...

I will save him.

You don't need Razumikhin. I love you too, I love you more than he ever can.

Let me kiss the hem of your dress!

The rustle of your skirt drives me mad.

I will do everything, the impossible, anything!

Don't look at me like that! Don't you know it kills me?

Open the door! Open it! Is there no one?!

No one.

Everyone is out. It's useless to scream.

You're exciting yourself for nothing.

Give me the key! Open the door now, you vile man!

So that's how it is?

Well...

That certainly makes things easier for me.

That's my revolver, isn't it? From home. I've been looking for it.

It's not yours! It belonged to Marfa Petrovna whom you killed, you villain!

Are you so sure it was I who killed her?

You! You never stopped hinting at it. You spoke of poison.

I knew you had gone for it. You had everything prepared.

It must have been you! Beast!

Even if it were true, it would have been your fault. You were the reason.

You're lying! I have always despised you!

You seem to have forgotten, Avdotya Romanovna,

how you softened to me in the heat of propaganda.

I could see it in your eyes.

Remember that beautiful moonlit night? The nightingale was singing.

Don't dare come near me, or I'll shoot!

Shoot!

You missed!

Try again. I'm waiting.

Please let me go!

Then, you don't love me?

You can never love me?

Never?

Never.

Here is the key. You'd better leave at once.

At once!

May I come in, Sofia Semyonovna?

Let's sit down, Sofia Semyonovna.

I may be leaving for America soon.

Since we're probably seeing each other for the last time,

I've come to make some arrangements with you.

The money for your sisters and brother has been put into safe hands.

You'd better keep the receipts for it, just in case.

Well, that's all taken care of.

Here are three five-percent bonds for three thousand. Take them for yourself.

Let's keep it between ourselves. Don't tell anyone about them.

You've done so much for the children and me,

and the late Katerina Ivanovna.

If I have not thanked you properly before this, I hope...

Please don't!

But all this money, Arkady Ivanovich, I really don't need it now.

I can always earn my own living.

Don't think me ungrateful, but this money...

It's for you, Sofia Semyonovna, and, please, not another word about it.

You'll need it.

Rodion Romanovich has two alternatives:

A bullet through his brain or Siberia.

Don't worry, I'm not a gossip.

It was good advice you gave him.

He should turn himself in like you said.

It would be the best thing for him.

If it turns out to be Siberia, he will go, and you will follow.

Isn't that right?

That's right, and you'll need money.

So until you need it, keep it hidden.

But you can't go out in this terrible rain.

If one is going to America, one can't let a little rain stop him.

Goodbye, my dear Sofia Semyonovna.

Live, my dear,

and may you live long.

You will be of use to others.

Is no one in?

Whom did you want to see?

Ah, fee fo fie fum, I smell the blood of a Russian...

How does it go in the fairy tale?

My respects. Paying us a visit?

If you've come on business, you're too early. I'm here only by chance.

Though I'm ready to help.

I must admit... What is it? Excuse me...

Raskolnikov.

Of course, Raskolnikov. You didn't imagine I'd forgotten?

Rodion... Rodionovich, isn't that right?

- Rodion Romanovich. - Ah, yes. Please sit down.

I'm sorry about the way I behaved the other day...

They've explained to me since.

You're a young writer, and a learned one too, taking your very first steps.

My wife and I have a great respect for literature.

It's a real passion with my wife.

Literature and the arts.

I even meant to look you up and apologize.

But I thought that maybe you'd...

But I haven't even asked what I can do for you.

I heard that your family have come?

Yes, my mother and sister.

I have had the honour of meeting your sister.

A highly cultivated and charming person.

But as for my looking suspiciously at your fainting fit,

that affair has been cleared up later.

Bigotry and fanaticism. I understand your indignation.

I may be an official,

but I'm always bound

to feel myself a man and a citizen.

There is an immoderate zeal for education.

But once you're educated, that's enough. Why abuse it?

Look at these suicides, how common they are, you can't fancy!

Nil Pavlovich!

What was the name of that gentleman who shot himself on Peterburgskaya?

- Svidrigailov. - Svidrigailov?!

Svidrigailov has shot himself?

What, do you know Svidrigailov?

Yes.

I knew him.

- He hasn't been here long. - Yes, that's so.

He had lost his wife. A man of reckless habits.

And all of a sudden he shot himself, and in such a scandalous way.

He had money, they say.

How did you come to know him?

I was acquainted.

My sister was governess in his family.

Oh, you've turned pale again.

It's so stuffy here.

Yes, I must go. Excuse my troubling you.

Not at all. It was a pleasure.

Goodbye.

Oh, back again? Have you left something behind?

It was I...

It was I who killed

the old pawnbroker woman

and her sister Yelizaveta with an axe.

And robbed them.

Screenplay by N. FIGUROVSKY L. KULIDZHANOV

Directed by L. KULIDZHANOV

Director of Photography V. SHUMSKY

Production Designer P. PASHKEVICH

Cast:

Raskolnikov Georgy TARATORKIN

Porfiry Petrovich Innokenty SMOKTUNOVSKY

Sonya Marmeladova Tatiana BEDOVA

Avdotya Romanovna Victoria FYODOROVA

Svidrigailov Yefim KOPELYAN

Marmeladov Yevgeny LEBEDEV

Yekaterina Ivanovna Maya BULGAKOVA

Pulkheria Alexandrovna Irina GOSHEVA

Luzhin - V. BASOV Razumikhin - A. PAVLOV

Alyona Ivanovna - Ye. YEVSTRATOVA Yelizaveta Ivanovna - L. SOKOLOVA

Nastasya - I. MAKAROVA

Zamyotov - V. NOSIK

Lebezyatnikov - Yu. MEDVEDEV Zosimov - Ye. LAZAREV

Lieutenant Powder - Yu. SARANTSEV Nikodim Fomich - Yu. VOLKOV

The Marmeladov Children-L. SHEPELEV L. PESKOVETSKAYA, M. SOLDATOVA

The End