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Rogozhin, save me!

Tamasaburo Bando

Toshiyuki Nagashima

Masato Sakagibara Toshi Ito, Teruhiko Abe

Don't come in.

Where is...

Nastasya?

She's here.

Sit down,

let's talk a bit.

I knew when you're in St Petersburg,

you would be at that hotel.

On my way home,

I wonder if you'd be...

sitting and waiting for me like now.

I thought about that.

Rogozhin!

Where is Nastasya?

There.

Asleep?

Let's go in.

You go in.

- So dark. - You can see enough.

I can see nothing.

Just a bed.

Go inside.

You are... shaking?

Like when you were unwell that time.

Like that time?

Again? You're having an attack?

If so, I don't know what I to do!

That?

You did it?

Yes.

That's why,

if you have an attack now,

people will come and know this!

They think I'm not home.

Wait.

I asked the porter and the maid if Nastasya spent the night here.

They knew.

I know you'd ask.

So I told them,

Nastasya came but left last night.

She didn't stay.

No one knows we were together.

No one.

Stop!

What do you intend to do now, Parfen?

You can't even stand!

You're shaking so much!

Well then.

Listen.

You'll stay here.

That's the only bed.

I have an idea.

I take the cushions off the sofa,

put them next to the curtain, for both of us.

If they look for her,

they'll find her here and take her away.

They'll arrest me,

and take me away.

So for tonight,

Get her next to us.

Next to us. You and me!

Yes, yes!

What! You can't get up?

My legs won't move.

It's fear, I know.

When my fear is over, I'll get up...

Lie down then.

I'll lie down, too.

So I won't turn myself in,

nor let them take her away?

Don't turn yourself in. Don't let them take her away.

Yes! I've decided...

not to give her up to anyone.

We'll keep quiet. Then they won't know?

But...

I worry about one thing.

It's hot today.

There may be a smell.

You smell anything?

Perhaps. I don't know.

Next morning, it will smell.

She's so still.

You'll see it in the morning, when there's light.

You don't know?

You know nothing.

It will come slowly.

It's so hot!

There will be a smell for sure.

I can't open the curtain or window.

At my mother's place,

there are flowers.

A lot.

They smell good.

How about putting them all round her?

But that's sad... seeing her surrounded by flowers.

Since I came back, I find it's so different than before.

I'm surprised that I haven't forgotten Russia.

I don't know very well the things I do remember.

Recently there are so many new things.

Even you know the old things, you need to learn everything again.

There's one thing I don't want them to change,

There's no capital punishment in Russia.

There is over there?

Yes. I saw it in France.

Hanging?

No, they cut off people's heads in France.

Terrifying?

Oh no. Just an instant.

They put the criminal in, then a big blade comes down.

It's called the guillotine.

It's heavy and massive.

By the blink of the eye, the head is cut off.

But what comes before that is dreadful.

When the sentence is read, there are preparations.

The criminal is tied up and brought to the guillotine.

There are lots of people, even women.

They don't want women see it, though.

No, it's not a thing for women.

Of course not, such a cruel thing.

I saw it a long time ago,

but I can still see it vividly, now.

I dream of it, often.

The Bible says, 'thou shalt not kill'.

If someone kills someone,

I don't think it's right to kill that person.

Still,

there's no pain when he dies.

No. That's why I think...

maybe that's bad?

For example, when you're tortured.

If your body gets hurt, it's of course painful.

Your physical pain is consistent with the spiritual pain.

The physical pain continues until you die.

But this is not the scariest thing.

That in an hour,

in 10 minutes, 30 seconds,

your soul must leave your body,

and that you will no longer be a man, for sure. This feeling.

The certainty is the most important.

You place your head on the block.

You hear the blade fall on your head.

That quarter of a second is the most awful.

This is not my fantasy. Many people have thought the same.

But I believe it very deeply in my heart.

To execute a man for murder,

is to punish him more dreadfully than the crime he did.

A killing committed after the sentence is read,

is more dreadful than a murder committed by a robber.

The man who is attacked by robbers at night in a forest,

have hopes of survival right until he dies.

Even after his throat's cut, he'd still have hopes of escaping or being rescued.

But that last hope,

with which it's 10 times easier to die,

is taken away for sure from the criminal when the sentence is read.

The sentence is read,

there's no hope of escaping.

I feel dreadful just to think of that.

There's nothing more terrible!

Who dares to say that any man can suffer this without going mad?

Who dares to impose this wrongful thing, an abuse!

There may be sentenced men...

who suffered this mental anguish but got pardoned and released.

I'd like to talk to them.

This pain.

This fear.

Jesus Christ spoke of them.

No matter how bad a man,

he shouldn't be treated like this.

Shall you go abroad again then?

Do you remember?

We first met last year.

On the train from Pskov. I was going home.

You were wrapped up in a blanket, like a patient.

Cold?

Yes. Very.

So cold during a thaw.

I wonder how cold it'd be in deep winter.

I never thought it's so cold in Russia.

I've totally forgotten that.

Been abroad?

Yes, from Switzerland.

Switzerland! My goodness!

I was sent abroad for my sickness.

Some sort of nervous disease.

You got cured?

No, they did not cure me.

You wasted your money for nothing,

And our countrymen believe in them!

My case is different.

I don't know about the others.

But my doctor gave me the little money he had.

He kept me at his own expense for two years.

Why? Was there no one else to pay for you?

I wrote to a distant relative, Mrs. General Epanchin.

but she did not answer my letter.

And so eventually I came back.

You wasted your postage too!

But you...

are a pure and honest man. That's rare nowadays.

I'm impressed.

And what's your name?

Prince Lev Nikolaievich Myshkin.

Prince Myshkin?

Lev Nikolaievich?

Never heard of it.

I'm the only Prince Myshkin in Russia.

Perhaps I'm the last one.

You studied there?

Yes. I learned something.

I've never learned anything.

But I learned very little!

Because I'm sick, I can't learn systematically.

You know the Rogozhins?

No, I don't.

I hardly know anyone in Russia.

Why, is that your name?

Yes, I am Parfen Rogozhin.

My father died and left me 2.5 million rubles.

With respect to his memory.

But he nearly killed me back then.

Believe it or not,

if I didn't run away, he'd kill me for sure.

I suppose you angered him a great deal?

Yes, I angered him.

It was because of Nastasya Philipovna,

I'm sure.

This...

Nastasya Philipovna?

You don't know about her!

Nastasya Philipovna.

It's a wonderful face.

Her destiny...

won't be ordinary, I believe.

She looks happy,

but she must have suffered terribly since she was small.

I can see that...

from her eyes.

Two small bones.

Under her eyes,

two small dots on her cheek.

This face...

is proud!

But...

she's a good person?

If she is good!

That would make all well!

Around that time, I was wearing my father's old coat,

when I first met her.

She came out of a shop,

and got on a carriage.

I was all of a blaze at once.

Then I met Zaleshov.

He said, "She's not for you."

"She's a princess."

"Her name is Nastasya Philipovna Barashkov."

I lost my sleep all night.

Next morning,

my father handed me two bonds each worth 5000 rubles.

"Sell them. Then take 7500 rubles to Andreyev's office."

"Then come back at once. I'll be waiting."

I sold the bonds,

but I didn't go to Andreyev's office.

I went straight to the English shop.

and bought a pair of earrings,

with diamonds the size of a nut.

I simply forgot myself.

I saw nothing whatever.

I went to her home and went straight into her drawing room.

Dear young lady, here you are!

My name is Parfen Rogozhin.

In memory of our first meeting yesterday.

Please accept these!

Thank you for your kindness.

Thank you very much. Mr Parfen Rogozhin.

Why didn't I die there on the spot?

My father won't give 10 rubles to anyone,

let alone 10000!

Zaleshov blabbed it all over the town.

My father went to her place,

touched the floor with his forehead,

and begged her.

You wretched old miser, take them back!

I know these earrings cost Parfen a lot,

but to you it's 10 times worthier!

Give Parfen my compliments.

Prince,

I like you very much.

Perhaps because I meet you now.

Prince, come to my place.

and your pocket will be full of money.

Then,

we'll go to see Nastasya Philipovna.

Coming?

Yes, gladly.

And for liking me,

I thank you with all my heart.

Frankly, I like you too.

Although you have such a gloomy face.

Prince.

Do you like women a lot?

Let's know that first?

Well...

Well...

Perhaps you don't know it...

because of my sickness...

I don't know about women.

Well then, you're like a monk!

And God loves people like you.

Oh yes.

God loves people like you.

Parfen.

Perhaps I come at a bad time.

I'm going home.

Of course not. You came at the right time.

Why are you staring at me like that?

When I got off the train this morning, two eyes were staring at me.

They were just like yours when you looked at me from behind.

Who was that?

Well...

Perhaps it's just an illusion.

I often have it.

Parfen. I'm having this feeling...

when I was about to have an attack 5 years ago.

Perhaps it was a illusion.

I don't know.

Parfen...

I can't believe it!

You are...

quite settled in here.

Yes, this is home.

Where else should I go?

We haven't met for some time.

I heard things about you.

I don't believe you did such things.

People will say anything.

So dark.

That one looks like you.

That is your father?

Yes.

Thanks to my respected father,

but he nearly killed me.

Was he an Old Believer?

No.

But he preferred the old sect,

because he said their teachings are better.

This was his study.

Why did you ask?

Are you an Old Believer?

Are you going to be married here?

Yes. Here.

Soon?

You know it doesn't depend on me.

Parfen.

I'm not your enemy.

I don't intend to stand in your way.

But I said it to you before.

Now I'm saying it again.

When you were arranging your wedding in Moscow,

I didn't interfere. You know I didn't.

That first time she fled to me, saying "Save me!"

I guessed she said that out of spite.

This time she ran away from me.

You found her and arranged to get married again.

But I heard she ran away from you again.

Is it true?

And then you made up with her again, here.

Your old friend told me yesterday.

He's Zalyoshev, if you wish to know.

I've never concealed anything from you.

You know that very well.

This...

I've told you before.

I don't...

love her like a man loves a woman.

I love her out of pity.

I think this hand is just right for me.

You said that you understood me.

You did understand?

Yes...

Why are you looking at me with such hatred?

I came here to reassure you,

because you are dear to me.

I like you very much.

Well then...

I'm leaving.

Goodbye.

Stay with me.

I haven't seen you for a long time.

When you're not with me,

I hate you so much.

But...

now you've been with me for 30 minutes.

I like you once again.

Stay with me.

When I'm with you, you trust me.

When I'm not, you suspect me.

You're like your father.

Go on talking.

I trust your voice.

But...

we were totally different people!

Why say such useless thing?

You're angry again.

Don't you see!

We were born like this!

We love the same woman in different ways.

You can imagine the rest!

You say you love her out of pity. I wish to punish her!

That woman...

She disgraced me!

Disgraced you! How?

How?

Don't know what she did to me in Moscow?

And also...

the money I spent on her!

Then why can you marry her?

I can't imagine what would happen!

I haven't seen her for five days.

I'm afraid of being turned out.

She says, "I'm nobody's thing."

"I belong to myself."

"I can turn you down altogether, and go abroad."

She's d laugh at my body.

She looked at my face and got angry.

And then she won't say a word.

That's what I'm afraid of.

I gave her this.

She had a life of luxury.

But without ever seeing it,

she gave it to her maid Katya.

I asked her when will we get married.

She said nothing.

Was she so afraid to be a bride!

But...

I can't leave her.

I went to her home secretly,

stayed by the gate and watched her room till dawn.

However, I got hold of her one day, and said,

"You are about to be married into my respectable family,"

"How come you live like that?"

"Think of that! You whore!"

You...

told her that?

Yes.

Good night.

You may go now. Good night.

You had fun?

Parfen,

I wouldn't even have you for a servant now,

much less for a husband.

I won't...

leave this place.

If you throw me out.

I'll kill myself.

Really?

I'll go in now.

I won't even lock my door,

to show you I'm not afraid of you.

Did you have tea?

No.

And I won't.

Are you mad?

Why, you want to die?

- Forgive me. - No, I won't.

And I won't marry you. I've said it.

Surely you haven't sat in this chair all night without sleeping?

Yes. I didn't sleep.

What a good boy!

You won't have tea or any thing to eat?

I told you I wouldn't.

Forgive me!

You don't scare me!

I won't pity you for doing this!

What are you thinking!

No...

When you walk past me,

I'd be staring at you.

If your dress rustles,

my heart sinks.

if you leave the room,

I remember every word you said.

How you said it, and in what voice.

I thought of nothing at all last night, just listening to your sleeping breath.

So you don't remember you've beaten me up!

Perhaps I did think of it. I don't know!

And what if I don't forgive you or marry you, you'll...

I'll drown myself.

Before you die,

you'll kill me first?

He or everybody thinks I'm only good to sleep with.

But that one is different.

He believed in me at first sight,

So I can believe in him.

Parfen.

I...

will be your wife.

But...

not because I'm afraid of you.

I'm going to die anyway.

How better to do it?

Sit down over there.

I'll bring you something to eat.

And if I do marry you,

I'll be a faithful wife to you.

You need not doubt that.

You're really not a servant.

In the past,

I thought you were a worthless servant.

Prince...

What do you think?

Rogozhin...

Is Nastasya really at your house?

Yes.

Where is Nastasya?

There.

Asleep?

Let's go in.

You go in.

- So dark. - You can see enough.

I can see nothing.

Just a bed.

Go inside.

Nastasya.

I seemed to have...

seen you somewhere.

Where?

Where?

The portrait and...

- And... - And...

And.

I...

may have seen...

your eyes somewhere.

Perhaps...

in my dreams.

Prince...

What do you think?

What do you think of it yourself?

I'm not thinking anything!

Do you remember...

I said I won't ever stand in your way?

Shut up!

I can't understand why you yield her to me.

Have you given up loving her altogether?

Because of that?

I know it.

And why did you come after us?

Out of pity?

Do you think I am deceiving you?

I trust you.

But I don't understand at all!

It seems to me that your pity is greater than my love.

But...

your love is mixed up with hatred.

Therefore, when the love is gone,

You may...

do something more terrible.

Parfen, I'm foretelling this clearly.

I'll kill her someday?

For the love you have now,

and the pain you have now,

you will hate her immensely.

What seems incredible to me,

is that she can again agree to marry you.

When I heard the news yesterday,

I could hardly believe it. I hate this feeling.

She has run away from you twice, from the wedding altar.

She must have some presentiment for doing that.

What is she hoping to get...

for being together with you?

A woman like her,

She could find many men better than you.

Then why?

You will probably kill her.

She must have known that by now.

Do you really love her?

In the world,

there are...

such women.

They...

may want...

that kind...

of love.

Are you...

looking at my father's portrait?

I want to laugh...

because I'm thinking of this.

If you...

don't have this love,

if this didn't happen,

you'd have the same life as your father.

Around this time,

You'd have settled down in this house...

with some obedient and silent wife.

You'd have spoken rarely,

known nobody,

that's no need.

You'd keep silent, put on a busy face,

just keep on hoarding money.

When she saw this portrait,

she said exactly the same thing.

It's incredible...

you two are just the same.

Then...

she came here before?

Yes!

Hey.

Parfen.

You have lived the same life as your father.

The reason is... you have such strong desires.

You take everything to the extreme.

Before the wedding,

I'll change all this.

Perhaps buy a new house?

No, no.

Leave it as it is.

I'll be your wife,

I want to be with your mother.

Will you introduce us?

Mother has been half-mad since last year.

Since father died, she's been like a baby.

She sits and bows from her chair to everyone she sees.

Mother.

Mother!

This woman is going to be my wife.

Mother.

Give her your blessing.

Your mother...

must have suffered a lot.

Have you begun to read Soloviyev's Russian history?

That's good, keep reading.

After this,

I'll choose your reading for you. Yes? No?

Up to then,

she had never spoken to me like that.

That's the first time,

I could feel like a human being before her.

That's good, Parfen.

Very good.

Maybe God...

was bringing you together.

Impossible!

If you really love her,

you must be anxious to earn her respect?

If you do, don't get so discouraged.

You're the suspecting type,

you always think of the dark side.

She doesn't think so ill of you as you say.

If not, by marrying you,

she'd be walking to her death like someone who wishes to drown herself.

Has it happened?

Would anybody walk or jump into the water to die?

Why are you staring at me like that?

Walk into the water to die?

That woman...

agreed to marry me,

because she knows for sure I'll do it.

You really can't see it?

See what?

You really don't know!

They say you are... like this!

She...

loves another man.

Just as I love her...

she...

loves this other man!

And this other man,

you know who it is?

No...

You!

Hey.

You didn't know?

I?

You!

She has loved you since her birthday!

It's just that she can't marry you.

You know why?

Because it'd be the ruin of you.

"Everybody knows what sort of a woman I am," she says.

She told me many many times.

Simply put,

She's afraid of disgracing and ruining you,

I don't care. She can marry me all right!

That's how she thinks of me.

She said, "I'd marry you,"

"it's like drowning myself."

"The wedding, quick!"

If it's not me, she'd kill herself anyway.

She doesn't love me.

She'd get sick eventually.

She's sick right now!

Taking me!

This Rogozhin!

Is more dreadful to her than the water!

She's marrying me...

to put an end to all this!

But you... what...

Why don't you finish your sentence?

Shall I tell you what you were thinking?

"How can she marry him if she knows this'd happen?"

"How is this possible?!"

That's what you think!

Such jealousy...

it is some sickness of yours.

For everything.

If you think like this,

it won't work.

What is it?

Don't know.

I seemed to know it when I was coming to St Petersburg,

I didn't want to come.

I wished to forget...

all that happened here, completely.

I came to tell you this.

Well, goodbye.

What is it?

Leave it.

You cut your pages with it?

Yes.

It's a garden knife, isn't it?

You can't cut pages with a garden knife?

It's quite new.

New, so what?

Can't I buy a new knife if I like?

Then what were you two going to do?

Sorry.

My head is so heavy.

I didn't mean to do this. You know I'm sick.

I didn't mean to say all this, and...

I can't remember what I wanted to say.

Well... goodbye.

You're so strange.

Are you mad?

Why?

Why do you always think of me like that?

You know this very well in your heart.

The things you said and suspected aren't true.

Also,

The things you imagine don't exist.

And it won't.

Then why...

is there hatred between us?

Us?

Prince.

Do you have hatred?

I hate you.

You are...

like a child wanting a toy.

You have to have it.

Come on! You're like a baby.

Up to now...

you never deceived me?

And I've believed every word you said.

You must have known that.

But why do you think so?

I waved a knife at you once.

You haven't misunderstood me even once?

And...

I thought of that night again and again.

You said you can't imagine that. I'm not shocked by that.

At that time, you were just too excited.

You could only think of one thing.

If not, you could never have waved that knife at me.

Then,

you said she loved me,

but didn't love you.

No matter how pure I am, like an angel,

you will still hate me.

That's...

jealousy.

I've been thinking about this recently.

I'll tell you.

She may love you more than anyone?

She loves you so,

so she has to torment you?

But she won't tell you this.

You have to see for yourself.

Why did she agree to marry you?

She will tell you some time.

You may not know it.

There are women who like to be loved that way.

She has that character.

You may not know it.

A woman would,

torment a man to prove her love,

without a slight guilt of conscience.

The reason is...

she would think,

"Now I torment him immensely."

"Later..."

"I'll compensate him with my love."

These things are not for you.

Parfen.

Actually...

tomorrow is my birthday.

It's about...

12 o'clock?

So...

come home with me and see that day in.

I have wine at my place.

We'll drink.

But I don't know what to wish.

I'll give you my wish.

You can have my wish. I...

too wish you the greatest happiness.

Parfen, I...

don't want to return to my old life without you.

Do you know?

I started a new life.

You did?

Can you see it?

Let's tell her?

Prince.

Are you in your dreams?

Not that way.

This way.

I forgot.

Not that way.

This way.

Lots of pictures here.

My fathers bought them at 1 or 2 rubles.

He loved pictures.

This...

is a Hans Holbein copy.

I'm not really a connoisseur.

But I can tell this is a nice copy.

I saw this picture abroad.

It's unforgettable.

But why...

do you...

Prince.

Do you...

believe in God?

Why do you ask?

And...

you have a dirty gaze.

I like looking at this picture.

This picture.

Looking at this picture.

A man's faith may be ruined.

So you don't believe!

What?

I was just joking and you took me seriously.

Why do you ask me if I believe in God?

I meant to ask you before.

The painter didn't believe in God, right?

Prince, is that so?

A man told me that.

Russia has more non-believers than Europe.

That's why compared to Europeans,

we're happier.

In this aspect, Russia is the most advanced country.

Well then...

I'm leaving.

Goodbye.

Well...

We talked about religion just then.

Last week, or just two days ago,

three men broke my faith.

I was staying at a hotel in the countryside.

There was a murder the night before.

Everybody was talking about it when I arrived.

Two old farmers, they were good persons.

They were old friends.

They didn't drink wine, they had tea, talked and stayed in the same room.

One of them had a silver watch with yellow glass beads.

Two days before the other man noticed that.

He's not a thief. He lived an honest life. He's a farmer, but not a poor one.

When he saw this watch, he can't take his mind off it.

He can't hold back anymore.

When his friend turned his back,

he took a knife and came up quietly.

He raised his hand and crossed himself.

Like he's praying.

"God. Jesus Christ. Forgive me." He said.

He stabbed his friend like he killed a sheep.

And took the silver watch.

That's funny!

He didn't believe in God.

yet he prayed when he killed someone!

Funniest thing I've heard!

Next morning I went for a stroll around the town.

A drunk soldier staggered and came up to me.

He stumbled towards me.

"Sir. Buy my silver crucifix."

"You can have it for 25 kopecks."

"It's silver." He said.

In his hands,

was the crucifix he just took off from his chest.

It has a worn out ribbon.

Look carefully, you can tell it's made of tin.

There's a lot of Byzantine pattern. A big Christ on the top.

I bought the cross and wore it on the spot.

The soldier was so pleased that he cheated a gentleman.

He sold his crucifix and bought a drink with the money.

No doubt about it.

Since I came back to Russia,

this made the deepest impression.

This Russia used to be a country like the Sphinx.

The 5 years I spent abroad,

suddenly there's a lot of misery in this country.

That's what I thought at that moment.

No.

I have to wait before condemning this man.

The things in this drunkard's heart,

must be...

well known by God.

Parfen.

You just asked me.

This is my reply.

Religious feeling...

has nothing to do with...

reason, crime and atheism.

It has nothing to do with them,

and never had.

This is what always turn people away from atheism.

This is what always drives people angry.

But this thing...

is very clearly seen in Russians' hearts.

This is my conclusion.

I'm convinced that this is the worthiest thing in our Russia.

Parfen.

There's a lot to be done.

There's a lot to be done in Russia.

You don't believe me?

You don't remember the talks we had in Moscow?

I never thought I'd come back to this land like this.

and I never thought I'd meet you like this.

But...

can't help it.

Then...

Goodbye.

Take care.

Lev Nikolaievich!

Have you got that crucifix you bought from the soldier with you?

Yes, I'm wearing it.

Show it to me.

Give it to me.

Why? Do you...

I want to wear it.

In exchange,

Take mine. Do it.

You want to exchange crucifixes?

I'm happy. That makes us brothers.

Don't be afraid.

I took your crucifix.

but I won't...

kill you for a watch!

It's fate.

Take that woman!

She's your woman.

I yield her to you!

I do! Remember that!

Don't come in.

You saw this?

Rogozhin...

Is Nastasya really at your house?

Yes.

At my house.

Where is Nastasya?

She's here.

Where is Nastasya?

There.

Asleep?

Let's go in.

You go in.

So dark.

You can see enough.

I can see nothing.

Just a bed.

Go inside.

Stay with me.

Let her lie next to us.

Us. You and me.

Next to us.

Here.

What? What is it?

What! You can't get up?

My legs won't move, it's fear.

When it's gone I can stand.

Well then, lie down.

I'll lie down too.

We'll lie together.

I won't give myself in,

or they'll...

take her away!

Don't give yourself in.

Don't let them take her away!

Yes!

I decided not to.

I won't let them take her away.

We'll be very quiet.

Let her stay that way.

Parfen...

Parfen...

But...

But...

I worry about one thing.

It's hot today.

It will smell.

Can you smell it? You smell it?

I don't know...

I...

It's smelling.

She's still sleeping.

Still sleeping.

Still sleeping...

Still sleeping!