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Central Partnership

Central Partnership presents

Halt!

A Kolibri Studio production

Sergei KOLTAKOV

Get them out!

Sergei GOROBCHENKO

One, two, three, one, two, three!

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

Halt!

Composer: Henri LOLASHVILI

New Russia State Symphonic Orchestra Conductor: Yury BASHMET

Sound director: Marina NIGMATULINA

Forward march!

Move!

Part Four

So you didn't give him the money! So you let him run away!

You ought to have run after him!

No, Lise. It's better I didn't run after him.

How so? How is it better?

Because if he had taken the money, in an hour after getting home,

he would be crying with mortification.

And he would have come to me early tomorrow,

and perhaps have flung the notes at me and trampled upon them as he did just now.

So now nothing could be easier than to make him accept the two hundred roubles.

For he has already vindicated his honour.

Ah, that's true! I understand that perfectly now.

Ah, Alexey Fyodorovitch, how do you know all this?

The great thing now is to persuade him that he is on an equal footing with us,

in spite of his taking money from us.

Listen, Alexey Fyodorovitch.

Isn't there in all our analysis... I mean your analysis...

no, better call it ours... aren't we showing contempt for him?

In analyzing his soul like this.

No, Lise, it's not contempt.

We are all like him.

Alexey Fyodorovitch, you are wonderfully good.

But you are sometimes sort of formal. And yet you are not a bit formal really.

Go to the door, and see whether mamma is listening.

Alexey Fyodorovitch, give me your hand. I have to make a great confession.

Just like this.

I didn't write to you yesterday in joke, but in earnest.

Lise, what a good thing! You know, I was perfectly sure you were in earnest.

Sure?

I kiss his hand and he says, 'What a good thing! '

I should like to please you always, Lise, but don't know how to do it.

Alyosha, dear, you are cold and rude.

He is sure I was in earnest. What a thing to say!

Was it wrong of me to feel sure?

Alyosha, it was delightfully right.

Forgive me. I decided... But I see it was stupid.

You said I was cold, so I kissed you.

I see it was stupid.

And in that dress!

Alexey Fyodorovitch, sit down.

We must put off kissing. We are not ready for that yet.

Tell me rather why you who are so clever, so intellectual, so observant,

choose a little idiot like me?

I don't deserve you.

You do, Lise.

I shall be leaving the monastery altogether in a few days.

If I go into the world, I must marry.

I know that.

He told me to marry, too.

Whom could I marry better than you - and who would have me except you?

Alexey Fyodorovitch, give me your hand. Why are you taking it away?

Listen. What will you wear when you come out of the monastery?

What sort of suit?

Don't laugh, it's very, very important to me.

I haven't thought about it, but I'll wear whatever you like.

I should like you to have a grey velvet coat.

A grey pique waistcoat, and a soft grey felt hat.

Alexey Fyodorovitch, will you give in to me? We must decide that too.

I shall be delighted to, Lise, only not in, the most important things.

Even if you don't agree with me, I shall do my duty in the most important things.

That's right.

Look at the door. Isn't mamma listening?

Very well, I'll look.

But wouldn't it be better not to look?

Why suspect your mother of such meanness?

What meanness?

As for her spying on her daughter, it's her right!

You may be sure, Alexey Fyodorovitch, that when I am a mother,

if I have a daughter like myself I shall certainly spy on her!

Lise, that's not right.

Oh, my goodness!

If she were listening to some ordinary worldly conversation, it would be meanness,

but when her own daughter is shut up with a young man...

Do you know I shall spy upon you, Alexey Fyodorovitch.

I'll never spy on you, never once, never to read one of your letters.

For you are right and I am not.

Alexey Fyodorovitch, why have you been so sad lately?

I see you have some special grief besides.

Some secret one, perhaps?

Yes, I have a secret one, too.

I see you love me, since you guessed that.

I know your brothers and your father are worrying you, too.

Yes, my brothers too.

I don't like your brother Ivan Fyodorovitch, Alyosha.

My brothers are destroying themselves.

My father, too.

It's 'the primitive force of the Karamazovs,' as father Paissy said the other day.

Does the spirit of God move above that force? Even that I don't know.

I only know that I am a Karamazov.

Me a monk.

Am I a monk, Lise?

Am I a monk, Lise?

And perhaps I don't even believe in God.

You don't believe? What is the matter?

And now on the top of it all, my friend, is going.

The best man in the world is leaving the earth!

If you knew, Lise, how bound up in soul I am with him!

And then I shall be left alone.

I shall come to you.

For the future we will be together.

Yes, together.

We shall be always together, all our lives!

Come, now go. Christ be with you!

I'll pray to-day for him and you.

Kiss me.

Alyosha, shall we be happy?

Shall we?

I believe we shall.

Alexey Fyodorovitch, come here.

This is awful.

This is all childish nonsense and ridiculous.

I trust you won't dream.

It's foolishness, nothing but foolishness!

Only don't tell her that, or she will be upset.

Sensible advice from a sensible young man.

Am I to understand that you only agreed with her

because you didn't want to irritate her by contradiction?

Oh no, not at all. I was quite serious in what I said.

To be serious about it is impossible, unthinkable,

and in the first place I shall never be at home to you again,

and I shall take her away.

But why?

It's all so far off. We may have to wait another year and a half.

Alexey Fyodorovitch, that's true, of course,

and you'll have time to quarrel and separate a thousand times in a year and a half.

But I am so unhappy!

And another thing, what is this letter she has written?

Show it me at once, at once!

No, there's no need.

Alexey Fyodorovitch, in the name of all that's holy, in the name of your dying elder,

show me that letter.

Hold it in your hand, if you like, and I will read it so.

No, I won't show it to you.

Even if she sanctioned it, I wouldn't.

I am coming tomorrow, and we can talk.

But now good-bye!

I am surprised at you, sir.

Why don't you go to Tchermashnya?

Why should I go there?

Fyodor Pavlovitch has so begged you to.

Why wouldn't you?

Speak out what you want!

I'm in an awful position.

Fyodor Pavlovitch worries me every minute, 'Why hasn't she come?'

And Dmitri Fyodorovitch from the other side.

And I'm innocent in front of both.

And why have you meddled?

Why did you begin to spy for Dmitri Fyodorovitch?

I'm a gentle person.

I feel certain, that I shall have a long fit tomorrow.

What do you mean by 'a long fit'?

A long fit, lasting a long time.

Once it went on for three days. I fell from the garret that time.

But they say one can't tell when a fit is coming.

What makes you say you will have one tomorrow?

I climb up to the garret every day.

I might fall from the garret again tomorrow.

And, if not, I might fall down the cellar steps.

You are talking nonsense.

I don't quite understand you.

Do you mean to pretend to be ill tomorrow for three days?

It would not be difficult for a man to pretend.

I should have a perfect right to use such a means to save myself from death.

For even if Grushenka comes to see his father while I am ill,

his honour can't blame a sick man for not telling him.

He'd be ashamed to.

His threats are only hasty words and mean nothing.

He won't kill you ; it's not you he'll kill!

I am afraid I shall be taken for an accomplice.

Why?

I let him know the signals.

What signals?

Knocks to the window.

Knock at first twice, rather gently, and then three times more quickly.

Speak more plainly. Why do you need those signals?

Fyodor Pavlovitch locks himself and never opens.

I am ordered to knock those signals when Agrafena Alexandrovna comes.

And your brother knows about those signals.

How dared you tell him?

You said yourself she would never come to father.

Why Dmitri has to be here?

Speak! I want to know what you are thinking.

My thoughts have nothing to do with it.

Fyodor Pavlovitch has a big envelope with three thousand roubles for Agrafina Alexandrovna.

On it is written 'To my angel Grushenka,'

to which he added three days later, 'for my little chicken.'

Your brother knows about that envelope.

From you?

What a scoundrel you are!

Dmitri won't kill my father.

He might have killed him now like the frantic, savage fool he is,

but he won't steal.

If he's in very great need of money?

And besides that, if Agrafena Alexandrovna doesn't want your brother.

If she wants Fyodor Pavlovitch to marry her?

Than neither Dmitri Fyodorovitch nor yourself and Alexey Fyodorovitch,

would have anything after the master's death, not a rouble.

But if your father were to die now, there'd be some forty thousand for sure.

Dmitri Fyodorovitch knows all that very well.

And who can keep him?

Grigory Vassilyevitch for example uses balsam to treat his lumbago.

And he sleeps soundly after that treatment.

Then why do you advise me to go to Tchermashnya?

If I go away, you see what will happen here.

Precisely so.

That will happen once you leave it.

I am going away to Moscow tomorrow.

That's the best thing you can do.

Except that you can always be telegraphed for from Moscow

if anything should happen here.

And couldn't I be sent for from Tchermashnya, too

in case anything happened?

From Tchermashnya, too. You could be sent for.

Can you take me to the city?

Of course.

You saved me.

And to think, only to think a man's life should be ruined

for the sake of that paltry three thousand!

Do you know Madame Hohlakov?

I heard of her.

She's lively, a little uneducated, but she is rich.

And she doesn't want me to marry my bride.

She can't refuse give me three thousand, so I could leave.

But if she refuses, this is the end.

Excuse me, Smerdyakov.

How can I find Dmitri Fyodorovitch?

Why do you think I know about him?

He doesn't say where he goes.

I thought you know.

He is watching Agrafena Alexandrovna here.

And you promised to say when she would come.

Your brother is going to have dinner with Ivan Fyodorovitch in the tavern.

Where?

''The Metropolis.''

I went to him from Ivan Fyodorovitch with a commission.

Didn't find him at home, but the commission was left.

That Ivan Fyodorovitch was waiting for her in the tavern.

Alyosha, what are you doing here?

I am looking for Dmitri, is he with you?

Can't you come up here to me?

In such a dress, to a tavern?

I am in a room apart.

Hello. Come on in.

Dmitri still hasn't come.

Shall I order you fish, soup, or anything. You don't live on tea alone, I suppose.

Let me have soup, and tea afterwards, I am hungry.

And cherry jam? You remember how you used to love cherry jam when you were little?

You remember that? Let me have jam too, I like it still.

Did you hear that? Bring some soup, tea, everything.

I remember everything, Alyosha.

I remember you till you were eleven.

There's such a difference between fifteen and eleven

that brothers are never companions at those ages.

I don't know whether I was fond of you even.

And now I've been here more than three months.

And so far we have scarcely said a word to each other.

You seem to love me for some reason, Alyosha?

I do love you, Ivan.

Dmitri says of you - Ivan is a tomb!

I say of you, Ivan is a riddle.

You are a riddle to me even now.

But I understand something in you.

What's that?

You won't be angry?

Well?

That you are just as young as other young men.

You are just a young and fresh and nice boy!

Now, have I insulted you dreadfully?

On the contrary, I am struck by a coincidence.

Ever since that scene with her, I have thought of nothing else but my youthful greenness,

and just as though you guessed that, you begin about it.

You are right. I am green.

I go on living in spite of logic.

I want to live. That is why I live.

Though I may not believe in the order of the universe,

If I were struck by every horror of man's disillusionment.

If I lost faith in the woman I love.

Yet I love the sticky little leaves as they open in spring.

I love the blue sky.

I love some people, whom one loves you know sometimes without knowing why.

It's not a matter of intellect or logic, it's loving with one's inside,

with one's stomach.

Do you understand anything of my tirade, Alyosha?

Go on eating.

They serve good soup here.

To love with one's inside, with one's stomach. You said that well.

I was expecting you! I was expecting you!

I knew you would come.

You were really waiting, Madam?

I have come to you on a matter of great importance.

On a matter of supreme importance for me.

I know you've come on most important business.

You couldn't help coming, after all that has passed with Katerina Ivanovna.

The realism of actual life, madam, that's what it is.

I am very desperate.

If you can't help me, everything will fail.

I am dying.

I'm in a fever.

I am delirious.

I know, I know that you're in a fever. Have a seat, Dmitri Fyodorovitch.

Whatever you may say to me, I know beforehand.

I have long been thinking over your destiny.

Believe me, I'm an experienced doctor of the soul.

Madam, if you are an experienced doctor, I'm certainly an experienced patient.

I feel you will come to my help.

Allow me, at least to explain to you.

I have come in the last gasp of despair, to beg you to lend me the sum of three thousand,

a loan, but on safe, most safe security.

You need three thousand?

I can give you more.

Immeasurably more.

Madam, will you really be so good!

You are saving a man from a violent death, from a bullet.

I will save you, Dmitri Fyodorovitch.

But you must listen to me.

I will give you infinitely more than three thousand!

But I don't need so much.

I only need that fatal three thousand.

Enough, Dmitri Fyodorovitch.

What do you think of the gold mines?

Of the gold mines?

I have never thought anything about them.

But I have thought of them. Thought of them over and over again.

To that end I have been watching you for the last month.

I've studied your gait and come to the conclusion :

that's a man who would find gold.

- From my gait? - Yes, from your gait.

- But madam, the three thousand... - The money is as good as in your pocket.

Not three thousand, but three million, in less than no time.

You shall find gold mines, make millions, return and become a leading man,

and wake us up and lead us to better things.

Madam, madam!

I shall indeed follow your advice.

Your wise advice, madam.

I shall perhaps set off to the gold mines.

But now I need those three thousand today.

Enough, Dmitri Fyodorovitch!

The question is, will you go to the gold mines or not.

I'll go where you like, but now...

Wait!

Here is what I was looking for!

This is from Kiev, Dmitri Fyodorovitch.

From the relics of the Holy Martyr, Varvara.

Let me put it on your neck myself,

and with it dedicate you to a new life, to a new career.

I don't know how to thank you, Madam, for such kindness.

Let me reveal to you.

I have been false to Katya.

I've behaved dishonorably to her,

but I fell in love here with another woman.

A woman whom you, perhaps, despise,

but whom I cannot leave on any account.

I have no time.

If I cannot have the sum today, tell me when may I come for it.

What sum, Dmitri Fyodorovitch?

The three thousand, Madam.

Roubles?

But I haven't got three thousand roubles.

Why, you said just now it was as good as in my hands.

Oh, no, you misunderstood me.

I was talking of the gold mines.

Oh, if you meant money, I haven't any.

I'm quarrelling with my steward about it.

And I've just borrowed five hundred roubles from Miusov, myself.

And, do you know, if I had, I wouldn't give it to you.

Why is that so?

In the first place I never lend money.

Lending money means losing friends.

I wouldn't give it you, because I like you.

To save you, for all you need is the gold mines, the gold mines, the gold mines!

Oh, the devil!

What should I do?

I need to find Grushenka.

Where is she?

But why are you so worried?

We've plenty of time before I go, an eternity!

If you are going away tomorrow, what do you mean by an eternity?

We've time enough for our talk, for what brought us here.

Why do you look so surprised?

Why have we met here?

To talk of my love for Katerina Ivanovna, of the old man and Dmitri?

Of foreign travel? Of the fatal position of Russia? Is that it?

No.

Then you know what for.

Why have you been looking at me in expectation for the last three months?

To ask me main questions?

What do you believe, or don't you believe at all?

That's what your eyes have been meaning for these three months, haven't they?

You are not laughing at me.

Me laughing!

I am just such a little boy as you are.

And what have Russian boys been doing up till now?

Russian boys go to taverns.

They sit down in a corner. They talk of the eternal questions.

If there is God and immortality.

And those who do not believe in God

talk of socialism, of the transformation of all humanity,

so that it all comes to the same they're the same questions turned inside out.

Isn't it so?

Yes, it is.

For real Russians the questions of God's existence and of immortality,

or, as you say, the same questions turned inside out,

come first and foremost.

So listen to what I want to say.

Anything stupider than the way Russian boys spend their time one can hardly imagine.

But there's one Russian boy called Alyosha I am awfully fond of.

How nicely you put that in!

So you can start.

Begin where you like.

The existence of God?

You declared yesterday at father's that there was no God.

I said that on purpose to tease you.

But now I've no objection to discussing with you, and I say so very seriously.

I want to be friends with you, Alyosha,

for I have no friends and want to try it.

Well, only fancy, I too accept God.

That's a surprise for you, isn't it?

Yes, if you are not joking now.

Joking? I was told at the elder's yesterday that I was joking.

No, I decided to accept God.

We will never find out whether man created God or God man.

I've long resolved not to think about it.

I decided to accept God.

His purpose which are utterly beyond our ken.

I believe in the eternal harmony in which they say we shall one day be blended.

And so on, and so on...

There are all sorts of phrases for it.

I seem to be on the right path, don't I'?

Yes, but...

Hold on, brother. This is not what I want to say to you.

Yet would you believe it, in the final result I don't accept this world of God's.

It's not that I don't accept God, you must understand,

it's the world created by Him I cannot accept.

And I can't justify the thing which is happening with people now.

Will you explain?

I will, it's not a secret, that's what I've been leading up to.

Dear brother, I don't want to corrupt you or to turn you from your stronghold.

Perhaps I want to be healed by you.

One can love one's neighbors only from a distance.

But there is one exception.

Children.

One must love children nearby.

Even dirty, sick, unpleasant. Because children are innocent.

They were created for being loved at the first place.

- Is that so? - Yes.

Why God makes them suffer?

For what sin?

I collect facts about children from newspapers.

There was a little girl of five.

Her father and mother, 'respectable people, of good education.'

That is how it was written in a newspaper.

They hated her because she didn't ask to be taken up at night.

They beat her.

They went to greater refinements of cruelty -

smeared her face with excrement

and shut her up all night in the cold and frost in a privy.

That is for training her to wake and ask.

A little creature, who can't even understand what's done to her.

She cries and asks God to protect her.

But God doesn't protect her.

Do you understand that, friend and brother, you pious and humble novice?

A man could not have known good and evil.

Why should he know that diabolical good and evil?

Why, the whole world of knowledge is not worth that child's prayer to dear, kind God'!

Why do they suffer?

For the future world harmony?

I can't accept that harmony.

It's not worth a tear.

Not a single tortured child.

Too high a price is asked for harmony.

It's beyond our means to pay so much to enter on it.

And so I hasten to give back my entrance ticket.

- That's rebellion. - Rebellion?

Rebellion.

Would you forgive people who does such things with a child?

What do the parents of the child deserve?

To be shot?

For the satisfaction of our moral feelings?

To be shot! Speak, Alyosha!

To be shot.

Bravo! Bravo!

You're a pretty monk!

So there is a little devil sitting in your heart, Alyosha Karamazov!

There's a Christ-like love.

But there is a Being and He can forgive everything, all and for all,

because He gave His innocent blood for all and everything.

You have forgotten Him.

Christ-like love.

Christ-like love for men is a miracle impossible on earth.

He was God. But we are not gods.

I will not forget about him.

I made a poem about him.

You wrote a poem about Christ?

I didn't write it. I made it up and remembered it.

A ridiculous poem. Mitya would have liked it.

My poem is called The Grand Inquisitor.

My story is laid in Spain, in Seville,

in the most terrible time of the Inquisition.

Just imagine a square in front of a cathedral.

Flame and smoke.

The cardinal, the Grand Inquisitor looks at the fire,

where heretics must be burnt by his order.

Fifteen centuries have passed since He promised to come.

Fifteen centuries the humanity prayed : 'God, come to us! '

And here He decided to come down to the people.

In His infinite mercy He came once more among men

in that human shape in which He walked among men fifteen centuries ago.

The air is 'fragrant with laurel and lemon.'

And here He comes.

Take him!

Is that you?

I see it is you.

THE BROTHERS KARAMAZOV

End of Part Four