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Central Partnership presents

A Kolibri Studio production

Sergei KOLTAKOV

Sergei GOROBCHENKO

Yelena LYADOVA

Anatoliy BELIY

Viktoria ISAKOVA

Alexander GOLUBEV

Pavel DEREVYANKO

In a Yury Moroz film

THE BROTHERS KARAMAZOV

Based on the novel by F.M. Dostoyevsky

Screenplay: Alexander CHERVINSKY

Director of photography: Nikolai IVASIV R.G.C.

Artistic directors: Yekaterina KOZHEVNIKOVA, Marat KIM

Composer: Henri LOLASHVILI

New Russia State Symphonic Orchestra Conductor: Yury BASHMET

Sound director: Marina NIGMATULINA

Make-up: Marina FIRSOVA, Olga UIKOLAEVA

Costume design: Dmitri ANDREEV, Alexandra ANDREEVA

Editing: Alla URAZBAEVA

Co-producers: Sergei DANIELIAN, Aram MOVSESIAN, Yury MOROZ

Producer: Ruben DISHDISHIAN

Director: Yury MOROZ

Part Twelve

Let me go, your excellency.

I feel very ill.

Am I like the peasant girl, your excellency?

'I'll stand up if I like, and I won't if I don't.'

What do you mean by that?

They were trying to put on her sarafan to take her to church to be married,

and she said, 'I'll stand up if I like, and I won't if I don't.'.

Here's the money that lay in that envelope.

The money for the sake of which our father was murdered.

Where shall I put them?

How could this money have come into your possession if it is the same money?

I got them from Smerdyakov, from the murderer, yesterday.

I was with him just before he hanged himself.

He killed our father.

It was not my brother.

He murdered him and I...

and I incited him to do it.

Who doesn't desire his father's death?

Are you in your right mind?

I should think I am in my right mind.

In the same nasty mind as all of you.

as all these ugly faces.

If there hadn't been a murder, they'd have gone home angry.

Bread and circuses.

He is ill.

Don't listen to him.

He has brain fever.

Don't disturb yourselves. I am not mad, I am only a murderer.

Witness, your words are incomprehensible and impossible here.

How can you confirm your statement if indeed you are not delirious?

To confirm?

That cur Smerdyakov won't send you proofs from the other world in an envelope.

I've no witnesses.

Except one, perhaps.

Who is your witness?

He has a tail, your excellency, and that would be unusual!

Don't pay attention.

He is a paltry, pitiful devil.

He is here somewhere, no doubt, with the material evidence on it.

Where should he sit if not there?

Idiocy!

Come, take me.

Come, release the monster.

Take me. I killed him.

I didn't come for nothing.

- Ivan Fyodorovitch! - What are you about?

I am the murderer. Take me.

He'll be justified for sure.

The court is adjourned.

No, wait!

There is more evidence I must give.

Here is a letter, take it, read it quickly.

It's a letter from that monster.

It was he killed his father, you will see that directly.

He wrote to me how he would kill his father!

But the other one is ill, he is delirious!

He doesn't know what he's saying.

It's been for three days already.

- Can you speak? - Yes. I am quite equal to answering you.

Read this letter aloud.

Fatal Katya,

tomorrow I will get the money and repay your three thousand

and farewell my love!

Tomorrow I shall try and get it from everyone

and if I can't borrow it, I give you my word of honour

I shall go to my father and break his skull

and take the money from under the pillow...

I kiss your feet! Your slave and enemy, D. Karamazov.

Under what circumstances you received it?

I received it the day before the crime was committed.

He was in want of money, and he wanted to win that creature and carry her off.

I knew then that he had been false to me and meant to abandon me,

and it was I, who gave him that money.

And as I gave it him, I asked 'Do you have so little honour as to take it?'

And he took it.

He knew that I knew all about it.

He took it, and squandered it with that creature.

That's true, Katya, I looked into your eyes.

I knew that you were dishonoring me, and yet I took your money.

Despise me as a scoundrel.

Despise me, all of you!

Prisoner, another word and I will order you to be removed.

That money was a torment to him.

He wanted to repay it me. He wanted to, that's true.

But he needed money for that creature, too.

So he murdered his father.

And a day before the murder he wrote me this letter.

He was drunk when he wrote it.

Do you admit that you have written this letter?

It's mine!

Mine!

I shouldn't have written it if I hadn't been drunk!

We've hated each other for many things, Katya.

But I swear, I loved you even while I hated you.

And you didn't love me!

No more questions to ask.

What induced you to conceal such a document

and to give it in quite a different tone and spirit?

Yes, I was telling lies.

I was lying against my honour, but I wanted to save him.

And he has despised me from the very moment that I bowed down to him for that money.

Calm down, for God's sake.

We understand how hard it is for you, be sure we are able to feel for you,

but can you explain accusations against Smerdyakov?

Ivan Fyodorovitch is ill.

His mind is giving way. I saw it myself.

Accusing Smerdyakov he wanted to save his brother.

I showed him the letter, and he was convinced that Dmitri had done it.

But he kept saying that he is in charge of his father's death.

He tormented himself with his conscience!

The doctor, at my request, examined him the day before yesterday

and told me that he was on the eve of brain fever.

And last night he learnt that Smerdyakov was dead!

It was such a shock that it drove him out of his mind.

And all through this monster, all for the sake of saving the monster!

Mitya!

Your serpent has destroyed you!

There, she has shown you what she is!

Agrafena Alexandrovna, pull yourself together.

Agrafena Alexandrovna!

Did you really examine him?

He came to me being very ill.

And he said to me that Satan visited him every evening.

The court is adjourned.

Suppose he did murder him, but he was in such a frenzy.

I should simply have said straight out: 'He murdered him ; but he is not guilty.'

An actress was acquitted who had cut the throat of her lover's wife.

But she did not finish cutting it.

She began cutting it.

Who had committed this crime?

On the night of the murder, there were four persons.

One of them is a murderer.

His servant, Grigory.

But he was almost killed himself.

His wife Marfa.

But it would be simply shameful to imagine her murdering her master.

Two persons are left.

The prisoner and Smerdyakov.

Suppose, Smerdyakov murdered him.

Smerdyakov could only have murdered him for the money.

And yet he tells the prisoner where the envelope lay,

and those signals by which he could enter the house.

Why did he do that?

If he planned to murder and to steal himself?

I shall be told that he did it from fear.

But how do you explain this?

A man who could conceive such an audacious, savage act,

did it from fear?

No, gentlemen.

If he had plotted to murder,

he would not tell the prisoner about the envelope and the signals.

He left a note after he hanged himself.

'I destroy myself of my own will and inclination

so as to throw no blame on anyone.'

What would it have cost him to add : 'I am the murderer, not Karamazov'?

But that he did not add.

He did not confess, gentlemen.

For he didn't murder.

Out of four persons who visited the victim that night,

only one men could kill him.

His son Dmitri Karamazov.

On that awful night of which so much has been said today,

the son got to his father's house.

And stood face to face with the enemy and persecutor who had begotten him.

It was not for money he ran there.

And it was not to murder him.

He was blinded by jealousy.

He saw his father, whom he hated from his childhood.

He was his persecutor, and now his unnatural rival.

A feeling of hatred came over him,

clouding his reason.

It was an impulse of madness and insanity,

but also an impulse of nature.

Such a murder is not a murder.

The murder of such a father cannot be called parricide.

But if you find him guilty,

punish him with the most awful punishment that could be imagined.

Overwhelm him with your mercy!

In your hands is the fate not only of my client,

in your hands is the fate of Russian justice.

You will defend it and you will prove

that there are men to watch over it.

That it is in good hands!

Mr. Karamazov, would you say your last words?

Gentlemen of the jury,

The end has come to an erring man!

I feel the hand of God upon me!

For the last time I repeat,

it wasn't I killed him!

And don't believe the doctors.

I am perfectly sane.

If you let me go, I will be a better man.

I will pray for you.

And if you will condemn me, I'll break my sword over my head myself

and kiss the pieces.

But spare me.

Do not rob me of my God!

My heart is heavy.

Spare me!

The jury withdraw to bring in a verdict.

They will acquit him.

It would be shameful, disgraceful, not to acquit him.

He will turn the tavern upside down tomorrow.

He will be drinking.

All rise, court is now in session.

Please, be seated.

Gentlemen jury, did you reach the decision?

Yes, your excellency.

Is the prisoner guilty in murder of his father Fyodor Pavlovich Karamazov?

Yes, guilty!

Why is that?

I swear by God and the dreadful Day of Judgment I am not guilty.

Katya, I forgive you!

Water! Give us some water!

Water! Some water!

The court is withdrawing for passing of the sentence.

He'll have a twenty years, not less.

Karamazov, it's awful here. Snegiryov is not drunk, but it's awful.

I haven't slept for the last four nights. I know about the court.

- Before we come in, please tell me. - Tell you what?

Is your brother guilty?

As you say, so it will be.

The valet killed him, my brother is innocent.

That's what I think.

He will perish an innocent victim!

I could envy him!

If I, too, could sacrifice myself some day for truth!

But not in such a cause, not with such disgrace.

Of course. I should like to die for all humanity.

And I respect your brother.

Father, give me a flower.

Take that white one out of his hand and give it me.

I won't give away anything.

They are his flowers, not yours!

Everything is his, nothing is yours!

Father, give mother a flower!

I won't give away anything and to her less than anyone!

She didn't love him.

She took away his little cannon

and he gave it to her.

It's time to carry it out.

I don't want it.

I don't want him to be buried in the churchyard.

I'll bury him by the stone.

Where we used to walk together.

He told me to.

There in the churchyard the ground has been crossed.

He'll be prayed for there.

Yes.

My dear old man!

Dear old man!

And the crust of bread, we've forgotten the crust!

It's in your pocket.

Ilusha told me to.

So that the sparrows may fly down.

'I shall hear and it will cheer me up

not to be lying alone.'

That's a good thing, we must often take some.

Every day, every day!

Come, fly down, birds, fly down, sparrows!

Captain, give over, a brave man must show fortitude.

Gentlemen, this is the favorite place of Ilyusha.

I should like to say one word to you, here at this place.

I shall leave this town soon.

And we shall soon part.

Let us make a compact here that we will never forget the boy,

whom we once threw stones and afterwards we all grew so fond of him.

And that love made us stronger.

Even if you don't quite understand me, remember this anyway.

And, perhaps, that one memory may keep him from great evil.

I understand you, Karamazov!

That will be so.

Let us be kind, then honest.

And let us never forget each other!

And never forget Ilusha.

Karamazov, can it be true that we shall all rise again from the dead

and shall live and see each other again, all.

Certainly we shall all rise again.

Certainly we shall see each other.

Hurrah for Karamazov!

Hurrah!

- My compliments. - Thank you.

Tomorrow I shall tell you the plan of escape.

Ivan Fyodorovitch has arranged everything.

Dmitri can escape when the party of prisoners is being taken to Siberia

at the third etape from here.

Ivan Fyodorovitch has visited the superintendent of the etape.

Did he tell you about the escape?

Dmitri yes, but Ivan - no.

Of course he did not tell you.

He had told me about that three days ago.

Do you remember, you saw us quarrelling?

Do you know why we were quarrelling?

Because of that creature.

Of her again.

Ivan told me about the plan.

If Dmitri Fyodorovitch were convicted he would escape abroad with that woman.

I was furious then

about that creature, and that she should go abroad with Dmitri!

He imagined I was jealous.

And three days later he brought me a sealed envelope

with money and the plan of escape.

And he said that if anything happened to him,

then I am to save him.

You?

Whom else can he trust?

You?

You would have said that it was dishonorable to escape.

Or something unchristian, perhaps.

That's why he chose me.

But I betrayed Dmitri Fyodorovitch.

But Ivan has never said that Dmitri was a murderer.

I convinced him myself.

It's my character.

My awful, unhappy character!

And now, after my betrayal, he will not agree to escape.

He will agree.

Of course, he will. How can he give up that creature?

And they won't let her go to him,

so he is bound to escape.

He will agree, but you must come to see him.

He asked for you.

Where did he ask me to?

To the hospital. He is in the prison division.

The guardian will let you in.

No, this is impossible.

This is imposible and this must be done.

He needs you now.

He needs you right now.

I knew that.

I knew he'd ask me to come.

But I will not go.

His hands are clean.

And for the sake of his future suffering, you must visit him.

Stand at his door, that is all. You ought to do it.

I ought to, but I cannot.

How will you live, if you don't want to forgive?

No.

I cannot leave him here.

You can leave him just for one minute.

I will tell Mitya that you will come.

Alexey Fyodorovitch!

The guard here told me yesterday,

that Trifon Borissovitch came back to Mokroe and pulled his whole inn to pieces.

He's taken up the flooring, pulled apart the planks.

He is seeking treasure - the fifteen hundred roubles.

The prosecutor said I had only three thousand.

So I hid that fifteen hundred somewhere there.

Did you tell Grusha about escape?

I did. She agrees.

Did you tell her who makes that escape?

She set her mouth, but she was silent.

She understands now that Katya no longer cares for me, but loves Ivan.

How is he?

He is very ill, but Katya is sure he will recover.

Mitya, you must run.

I will.

You think Mitya Karamazov can not to run away?

I will never blame you for that.

But I do condemn myself!

I hate that America, damn it, already.

Even though Grusha will be with me.

Just look at her, is she an American?

Why are you smiling?

I am listening to you.

Will she come or not?

Speak!

What did she say?

How did she say?

She said she would come.

But I don't know whether she will come today.

It's hard for her.

Have you forgiven me?

My forgiveness is no good to you.

Nor yours to me.

Yu will always be a sore place in my heart, and I in yours.

For all my life, Katya.

Love is over, Mitya!

But the past is painfully dear to me.

You love another woman, and I love another man.

And yet I shall love you forever, and you will love me.

Do you know that?

I shall love you.

Love me, love me all your life!

Do you know, Katya, I loved you at the court.

When you cried that I murdered him.

Katya, do you believe I murdered him?

I know you don't believe it now,

but at the court, did you believe it was me?

I've never believed it.

I hated you.

I can't bear it anymore.

It is so hard for me. I will come again.

Forgive me!

We are full of hatred, my girl, you and I!

As though we could forgive one another!

Save him, and I'll worship you all my life.

Don't be anxious, I'll save him for you!

And you could refuse to forgive her when she begged your forgiveness herself?

Mitya, don't blame her.

You have no right to!

Her proud lips spoke, not her heart.

If she saves you I'll forgive her everything.

Halt!

Forward march!

Move!

I will be a big man.

I will also be a big man.

THE BROTHERS KARAMAZOV

I tell you the truth,

unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies,

it remains only a single seed.

But if it dies, it produces many seeds.

( John 12:24 )

The End