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Gregori!

Alexey! Gregori

Tell Father I'm here.

Your son is here.

Which one, Dimitri?

Alexey.

There he goes.

Alexey.

Play, play, play. But softly, children.

I asked you to spend the night at the monastery.

I can see why. Yeah.

You're not angry.

- You never judge me. - God will judge you.

God will also understand me.

Which is more than I can say for my other sons.

It's late, Father. You promised to send a carriage and money.

Money? What, what, what money? What?

Oh, you're almost a monk. You should be dreaming

of angels and pink cherubs instead of filthy money.

For Dimitri, you promised him 10,000 rubles.

- Oh, I did? - His barracks are almost two hours away.

- Even if I leave now... - Yeah, it's too late.

- Yeah, you go tomorrow, next week. - You know he needs the money tonight.

Please, Father. He's waiting.

Hey, guy! How's some carriage for Alexey?

Always waiting for my money like a vulture.

Dimitri swears by God it's money coming to him.

Then let God give it to him.

Let me have the money and I'll go.

- Make him sign this note. - But this is only 5,000.

He'll never pay it back anyway. Isn't it better he owe me 5,000 instead of 10?

Look, look!

All this, all this. Signed by him, he owes me thousands already.

- Against the money left by his mother. - Lies!

All lies.

His mother! God rest her soul.

Your mother, too. She left the money to me.

Why should you bother your head about business?

It'll only contaminate you.

Don't let him take advantage of your helpless old father.

Make him sign the note.

Your brother, lieutenant.

- You're just in time, Alexey. - The roads were muddy and

father forgot about the money.

- Forgot? - But I reminded him.

- Dimitri, he only sent 5,000. - But he promised 10.

How can anybody spend 5,000 rubles at one time?

I admit it requires a lot of patience. You're skilled, brother.

Wait here.

- How much did I owe, gentlemen? - Five stacks.

500 rubles less 65,

-435 exactly. - Correct as usual.

- I just happen to be a little short at the moment. - As usual.

You owe more than 4,000 from before.

Why do you play when you can't pay?

I expected to win. I was sure of it.

Come on, gentlemen. We can't be that serious.

Grisha, another bottle. My friends are thirsty.

- Lieutenant, the innkeeper says... - Says what?

Nothing more on credit, sir.

That's an insult.

Excuse me, little friend.

Do you pay or not?

Haven't I loaned money to every one of you?

Did I ever ask for it?

You know what they call people who refuse to pay their debts?

What do they call them?

I'm late for an appointment.

Good night, gentlemen.

Thieves! That's what they call them.

Thieves!

- Who paid for this damage? - Word on my bill.

I'll sue. Yes, I'll go to your commanding officer.

I'm sure you will.

Good night, everybody.

Good night. You too.

I don't understand.

Why do you have private lodgings away from the barracks?

For private reasons, brother.

Then why didn't you pay them with the 5,000?

I have another use for it.

- Father wants you to sign this first. - To hell with him first.

You'd only hold you responsible for it.

How can you hate your own father?

A father is a father. There are fathers and there are animals who only sire you.

There was never a real father to me, nor to you, nor to Ivan.

What do you expect me to do? Love him?

Dmitri, we all need love.

- You blame him for nothing. - Nothing.

Alexey, I see in myself the same depravity

and sin as there is in our father.

I'm a Karamazov.

But then you are too.

Only you are a saint.

As long as there is Fyodor Karamazov, there is evil.

And as long as there is you, there is good.

Alexey,

pray for me, brother.

You're very pumped, Katya. I'm desperate, Lieutenant.

Can I give you something?

Maybe some wine? Tea?

5,000 roubles, please.

You said that if I came for it myself...

Here I am.

Even when you ask for a favor, you do it as an insult.

You have too much pride, Katya.

The regiment's books will be inspected in the morning.

5,000 will be found missing.

As commanding officer, my father will be responsible.

Only because he took the money.

You promised me the 5,000.

I'm not begging, Lieutenant.

- Tonight I'm prepared. - And tomorrow? -Our bargain concerns...

And what if tomorrow I came to you with a proposal of marriage?

That would be even more degrading.

Good night, Katya.

Good night.

Lieutenant!

The innkeeper claims that you're responsible for the damage to...

I understand, gentlemen.

- I thought you were in Moscow. - I was. When I heard that you...

- What happened? - Nothing unusual.

I had a little fight, which caused a little damage,

which left me owing a little money.

It's my fault if you hadn't given me that money.

No. I always seem to be owing somebody money. Ever since I can remember.

You're like Russia herself.

Too strong. Too excitable. No restraint.

Unpredictable. I don't like myself.

I like you. Your troubles are over.

That money you gave me, it'll pay your debts.

Then I'd like it very much if you would leave the army.

And then what?

That night in your cell you asked me what I'd say if you proposed marriage.

I accept.

- But, Katya, you're not bound to... - But I want to be bound. -Not to me.

- The night you came to me for the money... - I didn't know you then.

You still don't know me.

I wanted you. You were unobtainable.

You became almost an obsession.

I was going to have you and then send you away without the money.

Instead, I couldn't resist the impulse to appear noble and gallant.

Save yourself, Katya.

You've already saved me and my father.

Do I look like an heiress?

Well, I am. I'm rich.

My grandmother just gave me a dowry of 80,000. All thanks to you.

Why didn't you go to her for the 5,000?

She'd have found out about father and the missing money.

The first touch of disgrace and she would have disowned us.

But now... Don't you see? Your generosity has changed our lives.

And I want to share my good fortune with you.

You don't owe me anything now.

Only everything. You've awakened me.

I feel alive. I love the feeling.

I love you.

Well, perhaps you don't love me yet.

But you will, you'll see.

I want to be married in your town. My aunt lives there.

Will you write to your father and brothers?

Please. I want to know your family. They belong to me now, too.

But I can't. I have no profession, no money.

I have enough for us both.

If only I could settle some money matters with my father.

That's not necessary.

Trust me, please.

If you'll permit a comment, sir.

- You're not at all like your brother Dimitri. - Half-brother.

You're different from all of them.

I could see that the first minute you arrived yesterday.

Difference?

Intelligence, audacity, cleverness.

You've just never met anyone who lives in Moscow.

No, sir. It's those magazine articles you wrote. The ones about crime.

You enjoyed them.

There's nothing in the world to make man love their neighbors.

If there's no God, then nothing can be immoral.

Everything becomes lawful. Even crime.

Crime becomes not only lawful, but inevitable.

Very clever of you to have remembered it.

No, sir. It's not clever. It's an honor.

- Ah, Madame Holocaust. - Ah, Mr. Karamazov.

Well, we seem to be precisely on time.

He caught this rich girl. How he managed to do it, I don't know.

But he caught her. Eighty thousand for a dowry.

Maybe Dimitri's more of a Karamazov than I thought.

Is she pretty?

Who? Oh, well, it doesn't matter what she looks like. She loves him passionately.

That's nice.

He wants to reform her. Well?

What better way than for her to pay her lover's debts?

- I'd like to meet him. - Why?

- Does there have to be a reason? - Knowing you, I know the reason. -You do?

I thought all that interested you was money. Hmm, Grushenka?

Not all, but mainly.

Will you come to my place tonight for dinner?

Maybe.

There'll be a gift for you. An envelope.

You won't lose by it.

Go and meet your future daughter-in-law.

- Tonight? - Hmm, maybe.

- Have it all. - And then maybe not.

Darling.

Oh, dear darling. And this is the little brother.

Forgive me. I'm sorry. Isn't that silly?

I've forgotten your name. I'm sure that has a very special...

May I introduce my son Ivan, ma'am?

I am the fortunate and the grateful father.

Welcome.

This is another member of the family.

Smedyakov. He claims to be my bastard son. I deny it, naturally.

He's much more valuable as a cook and a valet than as a son.

Cheaper, too.

Haven't we met before?

- Ah, if we had, you'd remember it. - Anna, I'll drive back for Ivan.

We should discuss marriage plans.

Your call this evening, sir.

- This evening is a little indelicate. - Tomorrow, then.

Do you believe in fate?

I believe only in what I can touch, feel, hear, smell, or taste.

- You wicked man. - Yes, madame.

Tell me about him. Everything. What he was like as a boy, as a young man.

I'm jealous of all the years I didn't know him.

We were apart as children. Strangers.

You see, Dmitri was, um... He was four years old when

his mother died, and he was sent to live with an uncle.

Four years old. No father, no mother.

Do you blame him for being wild and impulsive?

Alexey was three, and I was seven when our mother died.

- Our great aunt raised... - Anna?

Raised Alexey and me in St. Petersburg.

What a spirit must burn in him to overcome such a childhood.

But Alexey overcame the same childhood to become a self-sacrificing monk.

He mustn't go on sacrificing himself for others.

Oh, but Alexey is dedicated to the...

No, no, Dmitri. You see, until I repay him in full for what he's done...

- But do you love him? - Of course.

And of course he loves you.

Of course.

My brother is a very fortunate man.

Dmitri and I will be married before the snow flies.

Dmitri?

I could have killed you 20 times.

And I'm half drunk at that.

You wouldn't kill your own son, would you?

And I say my sons wouldn't kill their own father, huh?

Look at Dmitri.

Every day he stays away from Katia. He kills me a little more.

Three months now.

It's not unusual for a son to want to kill his father.

- Who says that? - Philosophers.

Philosophers.

How do philosophers know about real life?

Do you want to kill me? Darling.

Stop talking such foolishness, Papa.

He's a lover of humanity.

Bring the soup, stupid.

- Is Dmitri here? - Why should he come here? - He's desperate.

It's his nature to be desperate.

If he comes here, it's to get money. And if he comes, he won't get it.

Your brother has no respect for money. That's why money doesn't like him.

- I don't respect money either. - Oh, good.

Poverty is godliness.

You'll find immortality.

- Is there a god? Is there? - No. -Alexey. -Yes.

There must be some kind of immortality.

Some life after death. Just a little. Just a tiny bit.

- There's no immortality either. - None at all? - None.

Perhaps... Perhaps there's just a little... something after death.

Anything's better than nothing.

- In god you'll find immortality. - Can you prove it?

Faith doesn't require proof.

Ivan, for the last time, is there a god or not? Be serious, you hear?

For the last time, there is no god.

- I feel sorry for you. - Why? Because there's no god?

Because you want to believe.

And you cannot.

Most men must have something to believe in,

something more powerful than themselves.

There's no god. They invented him.

What's going to happen to me? I won't accept nothingness.

You hear me?

I suppose you expect immortality for yourself.

For the moment, I expect only to settle our account.

- Good. You owe me 14,000 roubles. - Yes, creditors everywhere.

I'm your father. Pay me first. With what? Without army pay?

I've won everything. Just to pay room rent at the tavern.

You could live here for nothing.

I'll fix your room.

Wait, wait, wait. It was only a suggestion, not an invitation.

Give me 10,000 roubles now, and I'll never bother you again.

- Might be worth it. - Well?

- Go to Katia for money. - No. -Why not?

Why aren't you married yet? She's rich and eager and beautiful.

And above all, she's rich.

I expect you to settle my mother's estate.

I want only what is mine.

That's why I'm here.

- Sue me. -If I have to, I will. - You heard me.

He threatened me. Go. Go to the courts.

Make a public spectacle. Drag the name of Karamazov through the dirt.

- You did that before we were born. - Stop it, both of you.

If you have no feeling for him, at least think of Katia.

Must she be degraded by a public scandal?

Precisely. Think of the woman who loves you, will bear your name,

and God forbid, your children.

There must be some civilized way to settle this mess once and for all.

Civilized? Him?

- Find an arbiter. - Ingenious!

Ah, that was very sensible. I have the perfect judge.

Not if you choose him.

- Alexey's superior? Father Zasima? - Why involve him?

Who could be better? The holiest man in Russia.

He's a saint. He's neither against rich or the poor.

I'll gladly submit to Father Zasima's decision.

My boy.

Take the advice of an experienced man.

Marry the girl and your problems are over.

He doesn't love Katia.

Ah, mere trifle, a minor matter. This is marriage, not romance.

- Marriage would be a farce. - You stay out of this, you.

He hasn't seen her at all. I've been with her almost every day.

- Every day? - What are you,

a homewrecker? They're betrothed.

- Do you love her or not? - Again with the love.

You love her, Ivan, don't you?

Make arrangements with Father Zasima.

Ivan!

Do you love her?

Couldn't you at least wait dinner till I got here?

I'm sorry I was so hungry.

I have an exciting idea. Wanna hear it?

Let's get married tonight.

That's what I like, enthusiasm.

Why should I marry you?

I'd rather leave my money to you than to my sons.

Over a hundred thousand.

You might live to be a hundred, yes.

Women should never have money that makes them independent.

No, just choosing. -That's bad. - Yes, bad for you, but good for me.

Now let's talk business.

Now, if you'd let me manage this tavern of yours and the rest of your affairs...

I don't trust you.

Didn't I give you Dimitri's IOUs to collect for yourself?

Give? You sold them to me for 2,000 roubles.

You make twice that amount in profit when he pays.

Yes, if he pays. I was been here three months, so far nothing, not a penny.

What sort of a man is Father Zasima?

Father Zasima.

He's a saint, he's a holy man. Why?

Can he be bribed?

If Father Zasima is a fair man, he'll decide against me, that's awkward.

We'll have to take Dimitri to court.

We?

You.

How would it look if his own father put him in debtors' prison?

Yes, but if he's in prison, how can he pay back the money?

You see, if Dimitri faces prison, Katia will rush in to save him.

Women love to sacrifice themselves, especially in public, some women.

Katia marries Dimitri.

We get our money. It's the only way.

Maria, call Captain Snigirion.

You hate your son, don't you? Why?

Captain, do you know Dimitri Karamazov?

Half value.

He can't pay even two cents on the rouble.

Really? Well, I suppose he'll have to go to prison, huh?

I suppose.

Oh, Captain Snigirion! Captain!

- Dimitri, please. - Go home, Katia, go home.

What did I tell you to call me? What?

I owe you money. I don't even know you.

Why do you want to put me in prison? What have I ever done to you?

Please, sir, please.

My father.

Thank you.

You're an officer, it seems. Ex-captain, sir.

- Send me your challenge. - No.

- Which provocation do you need? - Please, sir.

Please, sir, I cannot do it.

My wife is an invalid. My daughter is unmarried.

You see, my son, if you should kill me...

- Do you understand, sir? - Why did you buy up my debts?

- I had to. -Why? - I'd lose my job.

Who do you work for?

- Well? - Grushenka. - Who?

She owns this tavern.

What does she have to do with me?

She has to do with your father.

Inyusha!

Inyusha!

Inyusha. Don't cry.

Don't cry, son. Please.

How he treated you.

I'll forgive him, father. Never.

No, son. Never.

Oh, father.

- How could you do it? -I am sorry. - And in front of all those people.

- You've got me cornered. - How?

Money. It's always money.

My mother left me 25,000 rubles, and the old man won't give it up.

Oh, he lends me a little, but he always makes me sign in the bank.

He has an I.O.U. He's too crafty to sue me,

so he sells my notes to others for half value,

and they want to put me in prison.

And if that happens, Fyodor Karamazov

will never have to give up my mother's money.

- So if I don't buy back my I.O.U.'s... - Let me give you the money.

Thank you, ma'am.

Will you do me a courtesy? This 3,000 rubles.

Please, Katya.

I promised it to my father. Will you post it for me?

The post office is closed.

Tomorrow? Next day? When you have time.

- Please. Please stay a while. - I have to find that woman Grushenka.

My father has formed an alliance with her.

I don't care about them, only us.

What's happening to us?

Which woman is Grushenka?

You're Grushenka?

Yes, lieutenant. Is that an order?

I'm Dmitri Karamazov.

- Well? - Well, what?

- Oh, you have come to pay me back the money you owe me.

- You've come to beat me. I might like that.

My skid is loose.

What are you doing? Putting us both on the same footing.

Aren't you sure of your ground?

- Come. - My feet are cold.

You're angry. What did Smerdyakov want?

He brought a message from your father.

- About me? - No, about me.

A signal for a rendezvous. I'm to come to his window later tonight.

I'm to knock twice like this. And then three times quickly like this.

- My father is very romantic. - And very rich.

He wants to marry me.

And if I marry him, that makes me be your mother.

You wouldn't beat your own mother, would you?

Would you?

Grushenka, welcome. Where have you been? We've almost given you up.

Every night we expect you. We pine for you.

Be careful, he's the proprietor, quartermaster, the devil.

He'll provide anything you want, but not for your soul, only for cash.

Welcome, sir.

We need a drink to make us warm. Another warm drink.

Have mine.

- We're hungry. -And thirsty. - A party, then.

- Do you give credit to the party? - Never.

How could I be mistaken? I can always smell money on a gentleman.

- You were wrong. You're right. Party with gypsies.

Have no fear. It will be a nice party. Not too nice.

It's nice here, but it makes me very sad.

Everybody's sad.

I don't know. I could cry for everybody.

All right.

- When will you marry that girl? - Katya?

- The rich one, yes. - That's over with. Finished.

- When? - Since I first saw you.

Tell me you love me desperately.

Desperately.

Oh, that's nice.

- But you don't like me, hm? - No.

Loving is better than liking.

- It burns harder, faster. - It burns out like money.

Hey, money, money.

Why did you throw it away when you owe me so much?

And if you don't marry her, how will you ever pay me back, hm?

You want me to marry her?

No.

- Can I make a confession? - Mm-hmm.

About why I brought you here tonight.

It was to taunt another man. The man who first took me five years ago.

He was a... He was a grand Polish officer.

In this tavern. In this very room.

To him, it meant nothing to me, everything.

I used to lie awake at night, weeping.

Now he has sent a letter after five years.

He wanted me to meet him here tonight.

I was afraid I would crawl back to him if he whistled. That's why I used you.

He would take one look at you and see I didn't need him anymore.

And I could laugh at him.

But he didn't come.

And he won't.

Do you still love him?

I don't know.

Forgive me for using you.

From this minute, you don't owe me any money.

You are too good to be put in prison.

Please don't let me marry your father.

Oh, darling, I don't want to be your mother.

Now the lady will hold the bet. The first man cuts every sapling, but every one.

And then picks up the bread. He wins.

Does the winner get to kiss the lady too?

Yes.

Ready?

How about that kiss?

There is one man, very strong, very passionate, very generous.

I see a long trip. A mysterious letter.

- Yes, there was a letter. - Good news.

What about the man who wrote the letter?

Yes, yes, the man who wrote the letter. Soon, soon.

Liar! Liar! The whole town hates you for your lies!

Do you believe it? Holy Father, he won the heart of a decent girl.

He promised her marriage. And where were you last week?

With your betrothed? You were lying in a tavern with a certain enchantress.

Deny it! Deny that you were with her every day! Deny you stole her from me!

Get to the point. You're here to settle a dispute.

Is it true that you can look into a man's soul...

and predict the future?

- What is my fate? - Must you be a buffoon? -True.

True. Absolutely true. I am a buffoon.

- I always say the wrong thing. - Why don't you stop it?

I have. Now and for always.

I was a clown. I couldn't help myself.

But I'm not like you. At least I believe in God. And I never stole from my father.

But I am a buffoon. From shame! That's why I...

I'm ashamed of myself.

This I... O Holy One... Am I to be stripped bare by my own son?

The locusts, you... You too!

- Before you... - Quiet.

- What are your claims, son? - None, Father.

I came here today... I thought...

I give up my claims against him.

I want to change my life.

Settle up a certain debt and go away. Find a new life.

Going away? With Grushenka?

You'll never get her. She's coming to me tonight. I'm sure of it.

Why is such a man alive?

You heard him. Parasite.

Nothing will be settled here.

All you want is a scandal.

You talk. You save your soul by eating a fish every day.

You think God can be bribed with a stinking fish?

That's enough.

Goodbye.

Forgive me, all of you.

Oh, God.

Why did he bless Dimitri? What did it mean?

Was it symbolic? A sign?

Did he say something in the future? Answer me.

He's a mystic. And you're a fool.

Father, why did you bow down before Dimitri?

Stay with your brother. Help him.

Oh, please.

Why must you sit here all night, every night? Why?

- Who are those people? - Patrons. -Is that all?

Oh, you started again, and I...

I'm a patron too.

It's not entitled me to an occasional smile or a word.

I promised you nothing. I owe you nothing.

Why do you have to spoil everything?

You always make me feel like... like I was doing something bad.

I have to be pleasant to people. It's my business.

Last night after business. Was that also business?

In the night before?

- Will I see you tonight? - Yes.

No. I'll be tired.

Pardon. We'll be at my place.

Well, this is, um... Dimitri Karamazov, and this is Mikhail Karazhodsky.

Will you join us, sir?

I'm sorry. Thank you.

- I'm sorry. - Some other time, perhaps.

In an hour, then?

- Yes, I might. - Good night, sir.

You like to be unhappy?

Why don't you ever want us to be with other people?

You're selfish, you know.

Don't you trust me?

Should I?

No.

Good night. I'm tired.

Well, I am.

Tell the driver where to go.

I hate you.

I hate you!

- Are you going back to that party? - Yes.

Any place except with you.

Why don't you go home?

I promise not to go out again.

All right, stand across the street, freeze, be miserable, spy on me.

Not a word, brother.

- Why are you whispering? - Am I?

Strange tricks the mind plays.

I have dark thoughts, so I whisper.

Brandy.

I need your help.

Only you can I trust.

Even when Grushenka is in my arms, I know I don't possess her.

Soon it will be night, and I'll take up my watch,

waiting for her to come here to father,

running to mock her, because she might have gone to her Polish officer.

How can I help you?

Go to Katya. I send her my compliments.

Tell her I'll never see her again. It has ended between us.

But you're betrothed. She loves you.

She loves her own virtue more.

What will you do? Where will you go?

To the back alley, back to Grushenka.

- To marry her? - If she'll have me, yes.

I may be many things, but one thing I'm not. A thief.

A thief I could never be.

Well, then let me tell you.

Kata gave me 3,000 rubles to send to her father.

I kept it.

I'm a thief, too.

I must pay back the money.

Only then will I be free.

- If I had the money, Dimitri... - No.

- I'll ask father. - His money's for Grushenka.

If she comes to him...

I even have a signal arranged.

Not twice. Not three times.

Go, Alexey. I'll try to find Grushenka.

My night watch begins.

You see, brother?

I'm whispering again.

But do you know why you're an epileptic?

- Because my mother was sick in her mind, and you, sir... -Nonsense!

- It's God's will. - Nonsense!

According to science, epilepsy is caused by the mind.

- Girls! That's what it is, girls! - I'm not interested in girls.

Precisely. You never had a woman? It's unnatural, I tell you.

And how does it manifest itself? Epilepsy.

With you, everything begins and ends with girls.

- Let's hope so. - At your age, it's unnatural.

At my age, it's beautiful. It's inspiring!

In every woman, there's something worthwhile, something different, special.

But to find it... That's a talent.

There are no ugly women. Barefooted, big, fat,

lean, young, old... They're all worth having.

- My ambition is to have every woman. - One of them will kill you yet.

- I'm a force of life, that's what I am. - Good or evil, that's the point.

There is neither good nor evil.

Be quiet. God will strike you with a bolt.

No, he won't. Be careful. Don't blaspheme.

If there is a God, he's responsible for my ideas and for what I do.

If there is no God, then I'm my own master

and capable of anything without fear of God's punishment.

I think he's trying to ape you. He wants you to praise him. Praise him?

He's just storing up ideas.

He's not here. I give you my word.

Grushenka.

Stop it, madman. You've killed him.

No. But next time I will.

Leave me alone.

He's lost her.

I knew it.

- She'll be here tonight, you'll see. - Lunatic. I loathe you.

Your brother? Is he more to your liking?

One reptile will destroy the other.

Why didn't you help me, coward? Hmm?

- Alexey. - Dmitri didn't mean it.

Ivan. He's the one I'm afraid of.

Alexey Karamazov is here.

But why?

Darling.

The one person I wanted to see.

How did you know?

You, you holy ones, you see with the eyes of God, don't you?

Dmitri sent me.

He told me to give you his compliments.

To say he could never see you again.

I'm sorry, Katia. I wish... - Was he excited, upset? -Yes.

- About that money, the 3,000 rubles? - Yes.

Of course. Don't you see?

He wants to spare me.

But there's another woman.

Do you think I don't know about that other woman?

That he spent the money on her?

Does he think that matters to me? Chocolate?

He wants to marry her.

No. No, it's not love.

Anna. I'm so sorry. I've forgotten your headache.

No, Dmitri won't marry her. And do you know why?

- Because she won't have him. - Well, I hear that she's quite...

She's fascinating and bewitching, yes. But she's generous, too.

People whisper about her, but they're all lies.

Darling.

This is Dmitri's brother, Alexey. We were talking about you.

It's nice.

- More chocolate, darling? - No, thank you.

I wanted to meet our darling Grushenka.

Ask her help.

- She came here like an angel of peace. - Oh, dear lady, I'm hardly an angel.

Look at this generous little hand, Alexey. It's lifted me up, made me happy.

She's going to free Dmitri of his obsession and give him back to me.

You'll give him up?

Of course. Our Grushenka loves another. A fascinating Polish officer.

She's loved him for five years.

She'll run to him now. He's called her.

Oh. You don't know how happy I am for you.

- You become happy so quickly? - You will, too.

So you see, Alexey. She'll break with Dmitri. She's given her word.

- Not exactly. - I beg your pardon?

I didn't give my word. You kept talking, talking, talking.

I said nothing.

But you... But you promised.

Oh, no.

Promises are, you know, so... so binding.

- You said you didn't want Dmitri. - Did I?

Perhaps. But now perhaps I do want him again.

Now I want him. Now I don't. Now I do.

- I'm so changeable. - But you said it was only passion. - Only?

Dearest lady, you ought to try it sometime.

You never call it only. Never.

It is jealousy. It was driving you mad.

Yes, that's true.

But then think how much he has suffered.

Shouldn't I also feel sorry for him?

Then again, why should I? We are no good for each other.

- I thought you were lying. - But you are so honest.

You even kissed my hand five times.

I should kiss yours 500 times. That's how much better you are.

Do you know, dearest lady, I think after all I won't kiss your hand.

What's the matter with you?

You kissed my hand, and I didn't kiss yours.

Dimitri, will you like that story?

Slut!

- That's not becoming ever, lady. - You're on sale to any man.

I didn't go to Dimitri's room for 5,000 roubles, did I?

You sell yourself very high.

But it's only a matter of price, isn't it?

- What do you want? - It can't be, dear. It's only Ivan.

I've come to say goodbye.

Forgive me.

That woman.

You're leaving? What does that mean?

It means I'm leaving for Moscow. Tomorrow, the day after, perhaps.

- But I don't want you to leave. - Why?

- I need you. - Why?

What a silly question.

- Auntie, why don't you take Alexey to... - Stay, please.

Much as I would wish it otherwise, there's nothing personal between us.

I don't understand.

He's in love with you, and you don't know that he's alive.

What's there to understand?

Thank you.

- Blunt, but accurate. - But I do love you.

You'll love your horses, too, and Moscow and the weather.

But it's Dmitri you want.

But I need you the most.

I'm a convenience. You can punish me as Dmitri has insulted you.

But we always have such pleasant times together.

Delightful times.

I tell you of my love, and you tell me of your love for him.

And the more Dmitri insults you, the more you love him.

You love him because he insults you.

It's late. We're closed.

For somebody who comes to a pawnbroker, it's always late.

Perhaps too late.

Please, no medals. Medals are for memories, not money.

- It's a toy. - Made to scale, a perfect piece.

Fires it with a frightening noise.

Ten roubles.

Don't do it, young man.

- What? - What you're thinking.

- Do I look like a murderer? - Do I look like a pawnbroker?

How much for the whole lot, including the pistols?

200 roubles.

Hurry.

Anyway, go to Snigirov. Give him the money.

200 roubles for pulling his beard?

Why are you doing this? For him or for yourself?

I degraded him before his son. Beg them to forgive me.

Father and son.

You see, whatever I do from now on must be straight, clean.

Otherwise, no hope, no future.

I'm writing to Lagayev tonight.

Some army friends owe me money.

- It's time they paid up. - And if they don't?

Then God help me.

Mr. Snigirov?

Good evening.

He's from school.

Is that right, sir? What did he do?

He didn't mean it.

- He's a good boy. - He did mean it.

- I had a fight. - A fight? Why?

Because of me? Because they called me names? Is that why you had a fight?

- You tell the schoolmaster... - I'm not from school.

I'm Alexey Karamozov. I've come... Ex-Captain Snigirov, sir.

- I've come for my brother. - Find him, Papa.

Make him apologize.

He wants you to have this 200 rubles.

Papa.

Papa.

My brother is truly sorry.

- He would have come to show me. - Did you see my son's anger?

His lungs are sick. And he's dying.

- But it's a mighty anger. - Use the money to make him well.

You'll feel contempt for me if I take his...

No, I swear it. On my salvation, I swear it.

We have a dream, Yusha and I.

This money would... Make that dream come true.

Yes.

Tell your brother he can't buy my honor.

Not with 200. Not with a thousand.

Excuse me, sir. Please excuse me.

How can I explain it to my son?

What would he say if I... Took money for my ship?

You're here. Show yourself.

Show yourself.

You knew I was waiting.

- Why? - You wanted me here.

- For what? - You know.

Speak up. What do I know?

We're both thinking of the same thing.

Our thoughts are alike.

The master says you're going to Moscow tomorrow.

That's very clever of you. You won't be here when it happens.

- Brandy, brother? - Don't be so damn fraternal.

When what happens?

Dmitri comes back. He'll find Grushenko with the old man.

He'll kill him.

And if she doesn't come to father?

Kill him just the same. For the 3,000 rubles.

Dmitri won't kill for money.

Last night he almost killed because the old man laughed at him.

You heard him. "Next time I will kill him."

Then stay with the old man. Protect him.

I can't stand up to Dmitri.

He'll kill me too.

I'm a sick man. What if I have... One of my epileptic fits?

Yes, I can feel the seizure coming on.

Nobody can tell beforehand with epilepsy.

Yes, that's so. Last time the fit began when I fell down the cellar stairs.

- Then don't go near the stairs. - I go to the cellar every day.

You mean you'll pretend to have a fit.

Are you putting thoughts in my head?

It's very neat. You'll see to it that Grushenko comes here.

You'll have a convenient fit.

Dmitri will find them together. You're arranging it.

No, it's only circumstances beyond my control.

Not beyond mine. Not if I stay.

Wait!

Why save the old man? So Grushenko can marry him and inherit all his money.

If he dies now, there'll be 40,000 for each son.

Don't you think Dmitri knows that?

You see?

I see that you're an idiot. I see nothing will happen.

Then you will go to Moscow after all.

Of course.

Of course.

Christ be with you, son.

Write to me sometime. We'll write.

You do. You made at least one disciple.

What are you going to write about? Religion? Politics? The revolution?

Who knows? Things that happen.

Food for the trip.

Driver.

- Well, tell him... - That you won't come.

- No, that... - That you will come.

He expects you for dinner.

Good day.

- Miss Parridge is here. - Oh, God.

I'm afraid for you.

I don't understand why you're going to her.

Don't try to understand.

There's no explanation. Come, help me. Quick.

We go.

Rub down my horse and walk him out.

Marya...

Tell her I'm here.

- Where did she go? -I don't know. - Where? -I don't know, sir.

- Where? - I don't know, sir.

- To the tavern? -No, no, sir. - Where, then? -I don't know.

You know where she did not go.

But I know where she did go.

Grushenka?

Grushenka?

Wait, wait. Please, wait.

Parasite! Parasite!

Stop! Parasite!

I'm sorry, Grigory. Forgive me.

Why you?

Where is she?

She went to Mokria. To the officer, the one she used to know.

- When? - Twenty minutes ago.

Are you hurt, sir?

Don't harm her. In God's name.

Please.

Came for my pistols.

Here's the money and the interest.

- I don't have the ticket, but... - Are you all right?

Where is she? Grushenka. Up there.

- We want a party. Big. Happy. - But, sir, it's very late.

A few gypsies, please.

If I lose again, you'll be paid tomorrow.

Tomorrow we won't be here.

Gentlemen.

Good evening. I decided to join you.

- There are other rooms. - I like this room.

It's special memories for me.

Oh, I'm glad you've come.

- Very glad. - You know him? Yes.

His name is Dmitri. This is my Polish officer.

Captain Brubleski. This is his bodyguard.

Behind the beard. He's protecting him from me.

And this poor man lost all his money playing cards.

Would you believe it? All that happened since I arrived is cards.

- That's all. Just cards. - Imagine.

Just cards.

Pistols?

- For what? - Usually for killing.

- What's going on here? - A party.

- I didn't send for that. - His Excellency sent for it.

Darling Excellency. Take it back.

- Our proprietor cheats on every item. - Cheats?

I may charge a little extra,

but everybody expects that here. It's for special service.

But cheat? No, sir. It's not at all like cheating at cards.

Cheating.

- It's money. - Prove it.

No need to prove anything, gentlemen.

- How much did you lose, sir? - Almost 300.

Go home, sir. Go home.

Don't do that.

You see, you mustn't slap people. It is nice.

You see? It is not nice to slap people.

Stop it!

I came here to forget the past. I forgive it.

I've forgotten now. What have I done you're forgiving, hmm?

But I haven't behaved naturally at all.

I've been faithful to him. Five years.

Do I really deserve a man like him?

I remember him as a falcon.

Wild, brave. He was going to tear the world from me.

My falcon has turned into a silly old gander who can do tricks with cards.

Wants me again because I have a little money.

I forbid you to drink anymore.

Ah, here, Groucho, come on, nice doggie.

As soon as he whistled, I crawled back like a dog.

What do you want me to say? I'm sorry.

Very well, I am sorry.

Shall I forgive him?

You already forgave him when you came here.

Let's go then, quickly.

But what if I don't love you?

What if all those years I've loved only my tears and resentment?

But... I'm ready to marry you.

Oh, that's nice. But I'm not ready to marry you.

Oh, Jesus.

Thank you. Thank you.

Oh, I want to be drunk.

Drunk with wine and music. I want to be happy.

If I were God, I'd forgive everyone.

Dance, play, be happy.

Oh, I want everybody to be happy. Especially you.

Can you forgive me? For what?

For making you live in hell.

The only hell is being unable to love.

That's all I have. Being able to love.

When you came in tonight, I thought my heart took thirst.

I wanted you so much, I ached for you.

And then I saw your eyes. And the pistols.

Were you really going to shoot me?

That silly old gander?

Yourself.

Oh, how I must have hurt you.

There's something I must tell you while there's still time.

- Something happened tonight. - Oh, I make it up to you.

You'll always know where I am, always. Not with anyone else, only with you.

We'll be together. Everything together.

We'll go away where there's always spring.

Oh, please, tell me everything will be fine.

Tell me we'll be happy.

Why?

It's too late.

Is it because of what people say about me?

They say I'm any man's mistress.

But I've known only one man in my life.

- Don't you want me? - Only you.

I want to see only you.

To be only with you.

To forget everything.

It can't be too late for us. Not now.

Give the rest of my life

for one year,

one day, one hour of your love.

Now listen to me carefully.

Something happened tonight

which has nothing to do with us.

Nothing to do with our...

Gentlemen. What is it?

What do you want?

I'm captain of police. This is Kirillov, deputy prosecutor.

Yes, I understand, gentlemen. It's about the old man Grigori.

- I understand. - Of course. Sit down, please. Thank you.

Now, what did you understand? What did you mean? The old man Grigori?

I killed poor Grigori.

This is his blood.

That's why I said it was too late for us.

Grigori is alive. The doctor says he'll live.

He's alive.

Thank God. Thank you, gentlemen. Everything will be all right.

Sit down, please. Sit down, please.

Yes, sir. Yes, anything you say...

Now, the fact, sir.

Grigori lives. I thought I'd killed him.

But he lives. What other facts are there?

What are you, drunk?

The fact is, your hands are covered with your father's blood.

You murdered your own father.

No.

- No. - Empty your pockets, please.

I did not kill my father.

I wanted to kill him. But I did not kill my father.

I did not kill my father.

I did not kill my father.

You'd had epileptic fits before?

- Many times. - Attended by a doctor?

Dr. Zinoviev.

I like a man who's punctual. You've met a prosecutor?

Well, you said 5.30.

Has your honor been back long?

- On the day of the murder, you went to Moscow. -Yes. -Why?

Personal reasons. Involving a lady.

You didn't leave the train between here and Moscow.

Friends in Moscow saw you there?

Only my employers on the newspaper.

You're a member of the press. Will your paper be represented at the trial?

- Most likely. - Excellent. Excellent. Good day.

Oh. Condolences.

- What did you do that for? - Wink?

It seems friendly, I guess.

It implies a secret. I'd never violate a pact between us.

If you have anything to say, you say it to them. The police.

- They might not understand. - Understand what?

Why you went away when the father was going to be killed.

- You're sweating, brother. - Why do you think I went away?

You wanted him dead, no matter by whose hand.

How can the police ever understand that?

Will the police ever believe that anything is lawful, even crime?

Pay your respects to father.

Prisoner, how do you plead?

Guilty to drunkenness and dissipation,

to idleness and debauchery.

But I am not guilty of the death of my father.

Before the eyes of God and Czar Alexander II,

the case of Russia against Karamazov.

Call the first witness, please.

Before he struck you, you had seen the open window to the master's room.

- Yes, sir. Yes, sir. - Did you see the master standing there? - No, sir.

- But a moment before, you had heard the master cry out, Parasite. - Yes, sir.

- That's all. - Just a question or two.

- Do you always read the Bible before you go to sleep? - Yes, sir.

- And do you have a glass of tea or something, too? - Vodka, yes, sir.

- Did you have vodka that night? - Yes, sir.Two glasses.

You see, I was so upset about Smirnikov's seizure.

A glass this big?

Quite so big.

And then, and then you heard someone cry out.

Yes, sir. The master. Parasite.

- Are you sure it was the elder Kalmazov? - Oh, yes, sir.

- What year is this? - Sir?- The year.

Anno Domini. Today.

It's not clear. The years pass so quickly.

Do you know or not?

No, sir.

So, even sober, you don't know the year.

But drunk with vodka with the door closed, you hear somebody yell something,

and you're positive not only what he yelled, but whose voice it was.

He tells the truth. It was my father's voice.

Forgive me, Grigori. I struck you and I didn't mean to.

You were the real father to me.

And I thank you for raising me and for wiping my nose and bathing me.

I'm truly sorry for what I did. Forgive me.

Continue, Mr. Prosecutor.

- You have heard the murder weapon described? - Yes.

The first time that night he grabbed it and ran out.

Who? Point him out.

Him.

Thank you. That's all.

- I'm sorry, sir. - No further questions.

He came running into my shop. His clothes and face were smeared by blood.

- His hand was filled with money. - How much money? - Oh, I don't know.

Oh, you handle money often. Venture professional guess.

- Three thousand? - Possibly.

Thank you.

On the night of Dimitri's first visit to Mokria, you gave him three thousand.

I didn't give it to him. That is, I gave him the money to send to my father.

- He used the money on himself. - I knew he would.

So you generously gave him three thousand roubles to send to your father

knowing that he would embezzle the money.

- I owed him much more than that. - He loaned you money?

Three months ago.

He gave me five thousand roubles.

Gave it so out of the goodness of his heart.

But you repaid the five thousand?

Yes.

Then the three thousand was not repaying a debt.

He needed money. We were betrothed. To whom else should he come?

Say it! From his father!

This man who admits that he wanted to kill his father

had borrowed. Borrowed thousands from his father.

Did you know that he was going to spend the 3.000 roubles

on one night of debauchery with another woman?

He knew he was going to see her.

He told you about it beforehand?

He said he was going to try to buy back his I.O.U.'s.

She was trying to send him to debtor's jail.

So he tried to buy the favor of the

other woman just the way he had tried to buy you.

That's the truth, isn't it?

I don't care. I still love him.

One more question.

Did you give him three thousand roubles a second time on the night of the murder?

No.

I'll ask you once more so you never saw this envelope before.

- Speak up, please. - No, sir.

To my darling Grushenka, if she visits me.

- Grushenka, he meant you, didn't he? - Yes, sir.

Do you know what was in the envelope?

- He mentioned a gift. - What kind of gift?

- Money, I suppose. - You suppose. How much money?

- I don't know, sir. - Could it have been 3.000 roubles?

Yes, it could have been.

3.000 roubles, that's a great deal of money.

And what did he expect from you in return?

Conjecture! Immaterial.

I'm trying to establish that she never got the money, that it was stolen by him,

money that he spent at Markria, the second visit with this woman.

Gentlemen, the motive was three thousand roubles belonging to Fyodor Karamazov.

No one touched that money except the accused.

- Proceed, please. - My brother would not kill for money.

- Would he kill for any other reason? - No.

Or did he not, in fact, burst into the house

and attack your father, almost kill him,

because he thought his paramour was hiding there?

He was goaded into striking him.

But he did strike him. And did he not say, next time, I will kill him?

Answer him, Alexey.

Yes, Mr. Prosecutor. I said that,

- those very words. - But he did not kill my father.

How do you know?

I know my brother's heart and soul.

But he did attack you. Why?

Please, sir,

let me go home.

You see, my little boy is dying.

And what if the last thing in his mind

is shame for his father?

Please, let me go home.

Court is adjourned until tomorrow morning.

Court is adjourned until tomorrow morning.

He hasn't got a chance. Not a chance.

He's as good as convicted.

Don't you care?

Or do you weep for him only in public?

But if he's innocent,

I have a plan for his escape.

It'll take $30,000. I've borrowed it from my share of the estate.

- Have you told Dimitri? - No, not yet.

But if he's guilty, is it right to save him?

I don't know anymore what's right or wrong.

I only know that I feel responsible.

Could I have prevented the murder?

- What if Dimitri didn't do it? - But he did.

He denies it.

Let him deny this.

- This letter, read it. - Burn it.

I know the difference between right and wrong, even if you don't.

Why do you torture yourself?

Maybe, maybe one day.

No. For you, it'll always be Dimitri.

It's him you want.

Only he doesn't want you, does he? He wants Grushenka.

But if you can't have him, no one else will.

Ivan, you look ill.

Grushenka wants me to take you to see Dimitri. Will you come along?

- No. Why should I? - Because he needs us.

Ivan, do you know why Father Zasimov bowed down to him?

Do you?

Because of the great suffering he saw in him.

- I'm not my brother's keeper. - Ivan, don't turn away from him.

- Even if Dimitri were guilty... - Yes.

No. He didn't kill Father. I swear he didn't.

- Then who? - You know who.

- Who? - You know who.

My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?

You are allowed a few minutes.

Could you please leave the lamp with us?

Please.

And Ivan, wouldn't he come?

He seems ill.

- Yes, I understand. - We brought you something to eat.

- The things they said about you today. - All true.

Everything they said, except for killing father.

They meant no harm.

Not even Katia?

Not even she.

She is filled with spite.

She shamed herself in public for me.

She destroyed you.

Every word she said was the truth.

Out of your mouths has added up to one big lie.

He trusted on the Lord that he would deliver him.

Let him deliver him, seeing he delighted in him.

I'm sorry for Katia. I hurt her. I hurt many people.

Must be punished for that.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow, they'll punish me.

Tomorrow, they'll find me guilty.

There's a way out. Why won't you take him? Please.

Tell them it was my fault.

Say I tormented you, pushed you away from Katia. They want to believe that.

They respect her. They even wept for her.

Go to Katia. Beg her forgiveness.

They will weep for you, too, and set you free.

But only, don't say you love her.

Let me at least have that.

There's no way out.

I saw it on their faces, they want to punish me.

All right, let them punish me, too.

Whatever happens to you, happens to me.

If it's prison camp, I go with you.

no more apart from each other.

Come in, brother.

Come in, there's still some dinner.

Have some brandy with tea.

Is that my father's jacket?

It's not a bad fit, huh?

Is that what you believe?

To fit in here?

In his place?

- What is it? - I've had this headache for days.

Splitting my brain in two.

You've nothing to fear.

You're safe. I heard the trial went very well today.

Safe from what?

Go up to your room, go to sleep. You have nothing to worry about.

Didn't you?

You mean by going away, is that it?

No, I mean, brother, that you murdered the old man.

Oh, we're both in it, of course, but you're the real murderer.

I was only your instrument. It was only because I believed in you that I did it.

You killed father.

Oh, but you've known it all along.

You helped Dimitri.

No, not Dimitri, you.

It was only with you. With your help, I killed the old man.

With you, for you.

And why not?

After all, we had every reason.

Remember, "everything is lawful, even crime."

You and I, perfect partners, the will and the instrument.

How, um...

How did it happen?

Exactly according to plan.

After Dimitri jumped over the wall, I waited a few seconds

and I ran out into the garden.

You found Grigori?

The brass vessel was lying on the snow. The window was open.

I thought Dimitri had killed the master first.

I opened the door with my key.

There he was, hiding, the master.

"Is he gone", he whispered. "Yes". "Lock the window".

I looked out.

He's here, I said. Grushenka's waiting.

He ran to the window.

I took the poker.

A blow from this would look exactly like a blow from the brass vessel.

I came up behind him. Grushenka, Grushenka, he was calling at the window.

Just as I got to him, he turned. He saw me with a book.

There was no fear in his eyes. None.

"So, it's to be you, after all", he said.

And he smiled.

He smiled! I hit him again and again and again.

I wiped away the blood. I put it back.

And I started to run.

I remembered the money.

I took the envelope with the pretty pink ribbon.

"To my darling Grushenka, if she visits me".

I tore it, I took out the 3,000 rubles.

Why did you leave the torn envelope on the floor?

That was the cleverest part of all.

Grushenka did not come, after all.

So, what was Dmitri's motive for murder?

The 3,000 rubles.

Torn envelope, motive, perfect clue for the police.

Grigori outside, perfect witness.

For myself, epilepsy is a perfect alibi.

So, you killed him for the 3,000 rubles.

More, much more.

I wanted you to respect me. Equal partners, equal as men.

Yes, I am the murderer. I'm as guilty as you, the perfect partner.

The only reason I don't kill you myself is because we're going to save Dmitri.

- We're going to the police and tell them everything, both of us. - The police?

If you say one more word, I'll kill you now.

Police, then you must believe in God.

You're a fraud. You believe, you believe in God.

You coming to the police with me?

Nowhere with you.

You think you can kill, go ahead, kill me, do it.

No, you can do it, can't you?

You and your big words, you never meant what you said.

You're nothing, zero.

I would have followed you anyway.

I'd kill for you.

Smerdyakov?

Alexey! Alexey!

Try the cellar, I'll look upstairs

Now prove it to him. He'll admit it, I'll make him.

I'm the murderer. I'm guilty.

That, according to your testimony, you were in

- Moscow at the time of the death. - Yes, but...

Then it's clear that you could not have struck down your father.

I was the will. The instrument was my bastard brother, Smirdyakov.

No one can blame you, sir, but you do want to save your brother, don't you?

Because he's not guilty.

Did you like Smirdyakov? I loathed him.

And now he's dead. And by throwing the blame on him,

perhaps you can save your brother.

Loyalty is hardly proof.

Here's the proof, 3,000 rubles. Here's the money they said you stole.

This is your motive. The motive you were talking about yesterday.

But Smirdyakov stole it.

He killed the old man, and he stole the money.

And

he left the torn envelope.

That was the cleverest part of all.

He killed him with a poker. Wiped the smile off his face with blood.

- You see, my father was smiling. - Are you ill, sir?

- He's not in his right mind, sir. - But I am.

I'm in the same evil mind as all of you.

In the name of Jesus Christ. Don't you understand that?

You say Smirdyakov is guilty, can you prove it?

Here's the proof, the money he stole. I see only 3,000 rubles there.

That could be anyone's, even yours. But Smirdyakov told me he stole it.

- Any witnesses? - None. - Well, in that case...

Yes.

- One witness. -His name? - He's inside all of us.

The devil.

If there's a devil, there has to be a God, too.

And if God does exist... You see,

my theories are lies. And everything is not lawful.

Excellency, I request the court to throw this case out.

The defendant is obviously innocent.

Excellency, this lady can offer definite proof as to the murderer.

She's guilty of withholding evidence, but only out of love for the accused.

Mademoiselle.

I will not permit the innocent to suffer. Ivan is not guilty.

Dmitri wrote this two days before his father was...

He was obviously drunk.

"Darling Katia".

"Unless I get the money, I'll go to my father".

"If he doesn't give it to me, I'll kill him and take it".

Unless I repay you, I can never be free to go to...

- Did you ask him to repay it? - Never.

And he killed for the money. Not Ivan, but he.

He's the murderer.

Do you deny you wrote this?

I wrote it.

The case of Russia against Karamazov is closed.

The consul of defense present his argument.

There'll be no defense. I did not kill my father.

God, many things have been said about me. All of them are true.

I swear before God, I did not kill my father.

You have said much about the spending of money.

Katia gave me 3,000 rubles to send her father.

That was the money I spent. Only that money.

The first time at Mokroye, I spent half of it.

The rest I kept. I wanted to give it back.

In order to be free.

I have a great thirst for life, sir.

I want to live. I want to be born again. To do that, I must be punished.

For without punishment, there is no salvation.

And without salvation, there is no rebirth.

But punish me for my own sins.

The jury will retire to reach a verdict.

Guilty. Guilty.

Guilty. Guilty.

Guilty. Guilty.

- When will we reach a decision of the judges? - Later today.

The judges may be satisfied

with committing him to hard labor for 20 years.

Oh, congratulations.

Where's prisoner Karlamazov? Where are his guards?

Find them! Find them!

Where is he? Dimitri!

Half your money. The rest when you get to the border.

Here's the passport, the money, the train tickets.

- Did Ivan arrange this? - Yes.

- And do you approve? - Yes.

Because you're innocent.

- I must see someone first. - They'll be hunting us now.

- Miss, there's no time. - Dimitri, please.

No, this comes first.

Driver.

Do you remember me?

- I'm leaving. - You can't. You can't leave.

- Give me the rest of the money. - I can't cross the border without you.

I owe you an apology, Captain. I've come to pay it.

Apology is not necessary for me.

But for the boy,

it just lies there.

We have visitors, son.

Illusha!

Good evening. I brought you something.

Cartillery. It fires with a frightening noise.

A medal.

- Take the gift, son. - Oh, Papa.

He's right. Gifts cannot buy back an insult.

Captain, I humbly beg your pardon.

I challenged you to a duel. I was a coward.

I knew your reputation in the army as a marksman.

You could have killed me with the first shot.

I have no match for you, Captain.

Please, forgive me. And release me from my challenge.

Well, son. Decide.

Forgive him, Father.

Spare his life.

Thank you.