All language subtitles for Karamazov Brothers 7de12 [Unopoleco]

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

Make-up:
Marina FIRSOVA, Olga UIKOLAEVA

Forward march!

Move!

Part Seven

Ah, he can't sit still.

That's all stupid.

I thought it would be amusing.

Let's drink, Panie!

And the other pan, too!

Take the glass.

Pan Vrublevsky.

Let's drink to Russia!

I'll drink to Russia!

And I would, too... to Russia,
the old grandmother!

All!

- Hurrah!
- Hurrah!

How's this, Panovie?
Won't you drink it?

To Russia as she was before 1 772.

You're fools, you Panovie.

Can one help
loving one's own country?

Be silent! Don't quarrel!

Panovie, forgive me!

Panie Vrublevsky.
It was my fault, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it.

We must amuse ourselves.

Where is music?

Where are the girls?

Why aren't they here?

Bring more champagne.

There is no more champagne.

The cart with the provisions
had not yet arrived.

And here are the girls.
They are getting ready.

- Hello, sir.
- Hello.

Where is Maria?

Do not worry,
she will arrive soon.

And the Jews
with the cymbals will be here soon.

The daughters has waken up.
Everyone will be here soon.

Take out
of the box the presents for the girls.

The sweets, the toffee.

And vodka for Andrey.

- He left.
- What do you mean left?

I was rude to him.

I am rude to everybody.

Why don't we play cards?

Five roubles.
I'll stake something at faro, too.

Cards? Great idea!

It must be amusing.

Take ten, here.

And if you lose that, come again.

Gentlemen, till there is no music,
what should we do to amuse ourselves?

Let's play faro.

As we did already?

Certainly! It is good to play cards!

If only the panovie agree...

It's lite, panovie.

Lite? What do you mean by 'lite'?

Late, pani! A late hour.

It's always late with them.

They can never do anything!

They're dull themselves,
so they want others to be dull.

Before came,
Mitya, they were just as silent.

And kept turning up their noses at me.

My goddess!

He sees you're not well-disposed to him,
that's why he's gloomy.

Let's play cards?

They agree to play cards.

Let's start then.

The cards must be from the landlord.

From the landlord?
Very good, I understand.

Let's get them from him.

That's really good.

Cards!

I've lost fifty roubles to them just now.

The pan had no luck.

Perhaps he'll be lucky this time.

How much in the bank?

Maybe a hundred, maybe two hundred.

Thank you, Trifon.

How much will you stake?

I want to lose a lot to you.

Take the cards. Put the money in the bank.

I have ventured to disturb you, madam,

on a matter concerning
our common acquaintance,

Dmitri Fyodorovitch Karamazov.

An acquaintance?

Only three hours ago
that acquaintance came here to murder me.

Murder!
Then he tried to murder you, too?

Why, has he killed somebody else?

If you would kindly listen, madam.

For half a moment.

I'll explain it all.

This afternoon
Dmitri Fyodorovitch came to see me

with a bundle
of hundred-rouble notes in his hand.

About two or three thousand roubles.

His hands and face were all covered with
blood, and he looked like a madman.

When I asked him
where he had got so much money,

he answered that you had given him a sum
of three thousand to go to the gold mines.

Good God!
I have never given him money, never!

He must have killed his old father!

Excuse me, madam.

You remember for a fact that you
did not give him any money?

No, I didn't, I didn't!

He rushed at me, but I slipped away.

And let me tell you, as I wish
to hide nothing from you now,

he spat at me.

Can you fancy that!

- But lady, I...
- But why are we standing?

Let's go.
Killed! Killed!

How did he kill him?
How did that happen?

Ah, sit down.

Apparently he found a brass pestle
in the kitchen of his woman.

And with that pestle
he had broken the old man's skull.

And now he is rushing to Mokroe
to kill that woman,

But this is only my assumption.

Would you believe it, I foresaw all this!

If he hasn't murdered me,
but only his own father,

it's only because
the finger of God preserved me.

He was ashamed
to murder me because here

I put the holy ikon from the relics of
the holy martyr, Saint Varvara, on his neck.

And to think how near I was to death.

He took my neck!

- My God!
- Yes!

He stretched out my neck!

And with the ikon
on his neck he spat at me.

And that is where he went.

But what should we do now?

I will go straight to the police captain,
and tell him all about it.

And leave him to do what he thinks fit.

Right to him!

Mihail Makarovitch is an excellent man.

He know what to do.

- Hadn't I better come with you?
- No, no.

But if you would write three lines
with your own hand,

stating that you did not give
Dmitri Fyodorovitch money,

it might, perhaps, be of use.

To be sure!

I'm amazed at your resourcefulness.

I'm simply struck, amazed.

- Are you in the service here?
- Yes.

I'm delighted to think
that you're in the service here!

I've never in my life lent
Dmitri Fyodorovitch Karamazov

three thousand roubles today.

That I swear by all that's holy!

Hohlakova.

Go, save us.

Cover the puddle, will you?

Please.

I am here to declare
about a possible murder.

The police captain
knows about the murder.

So it really was a murder.

A victim's house-serf informed us,

We are expecting mister investigator.

The investigator knows everything?

Good evening, gentlemen.

Good evening.

Good evening.

A very unpleasant deed, gentlemen.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Here is Nikolay Parfenovitch.

And since Ippolit Kirillovitch
is our prosecutor...

The deputy prosecutor.

Since Ippolit Kirillovitch and Mr. Varvinsky,
our district doctor are with us,

we can go straight to the scene
of the accident,

We'll try not to arose
agitation in the town.

I'm afraid, Mihail Makarovitch,
it will be hard to do.

Patricide is quite a noticeable incident.

There will be significant
psychological and spiritual issues.

And we will be in the focus
of attention of Russia, not only our town.

I suppose, you don't need me.

I am leaving, gentlemen.

My compliments!

Let's discuss the details, gentlemen.

You lost two hundred.

Will you stake another two hundred?

Another two hundred!

That's enough, Dmitri Fyodorovitch!

What's the matter?

Hang it, come away.

Another fifty.

Give it up, Mitya.

You�ve lost a lot as it is.

Are you joking, panie?

Joking?

I am not joking.

He may be right. You will lose.

How dare you!

Don't dare to shout like that.

Most illustrious,

two words with you.

What do you want?

In the next room.

I've two words to say to you,
something pleasant.

Let Pan Vrublevsky come.
The bodyguard.

Let him come.

Where are you going?

We'll be back in one moment.

What can I do for you?

Would you like three thousand?

Take it and go your way.

- Three thousand?
- Three, panovie, three!

Listen, I see you're a sensible man.

Take three thousand and go to the devil.

But, at once, this very
minute, and forever.

What have you got there,
a great-coat, a fur coat?

I'll bring it out to you.
They'll get the horses out directly.

And then-good-bye, panie!

And the money?

The money, panie? Five hundred roubles.

I�ll give you this as a first installment.

And two thousand five hundred
tomorrow, in the town.

I swear on my honour, I'll get it.

I'll get it at any cost!

Seven hundred, seven hundred,
not five hundred, at once.

What's the matter, panie?
Don't you trust me?

Seven hundred.

I can't give you
the whole three thousand straight off.

If I give it,
you may come back to her to-morrow.

Besides, I haven't
the three thousand with me.

I've got it at home in the town.

Where is it?

At home.

What next?

You do that because you hope to make
more out of Grushenka?

Speak Russian!

Not another word of Polish!

You used to talk Russian.
You can't have forgotten it in five years.

- Pani Agrippina...
- My name's Agrafena.

Not Agrippina.

Speak Russian or I won't listen!

Pani Agrafena, I came here
to forget all that has happened till today.

But Pan Mitya...

Forgive? Came here to forgive me?

I'm not pusillanimous.

I'm magnanimous.

But I was astounded
when I saw your lovers.

Panie, panie,
I have never been her lover!

How dare you defend me to him?

Pan Mitya offered me three thousand,
in the other room to depart.

I spat in the pan's face.

He offered you money for me?

Am I for sale?

She's pure and shining.

Mitya, he did actually refuse the money?

He took it! He took it!

Only he wanted
to get the whole three thousand at once,

and I could only give
him seven hundred straight off.

I see.

Why does he need seven hundred,
when he knows I have more?

That is why he came to marry me?

Pani Agrippina, I'm - a knight.

I'm - a nobleman, and not a loafer.

I came here to make you my wife

and I find you a different woman,
perverse and shameless.

A different woman?

Was he like this?

He used to laugh and sing to me.

He was a falcon, but this is a gander.

And this isn't he at all!

It might be his father!

I've been a fool
to have been miserable these five years!

Damned fool.

A regular Sodom!

Landlord, send them away!

- What are you shouting for?
- Animal!

Animal?

And what sort of cards
were you playing with just now?

I could send you to Siberia
for playing with false cards!

It's just the same as false banknotes.

Here's my pack unopened!

He slip my pack away,
and put his in place of it.

You're a cheat and not a gentleman!

Good Lord, he's come to that!

Pani Agrippina!

Go back where you came from!

I'll tell them to turn
you out and you'll be turned out!

You low harlot!

Who is harlot?

Harlot!

Sit there!

Pani, if you want to come with me, come.
If not, goodbye.

The doctor says,
that the wound at the servant's head

is caused by a heavy object hit.

Mavriky Mavrikyevitch
has left for Mokroe already.

Great!

I sent to Mokroe to Mokroe
the officer of the rural police

so the criminal would be under observation
before he really did shoot himself.

Here is the object.

I think this was the pestle
which he used to break his father's head.

Gentlemen, we found the murder weapon.

My sweet bird!

- Trifon Borissovitch!
- Mitya!

I can see you are mad.

Tell me, how did you come here?
Who told you I'm here? Fenya?

You came to my house?

Yes.

- I... in the kitchen...
- What?

What are you frowning at?

I left a man ill there.

I'd give ten years
of my life for him to get well.

Well, never mind him, if he's ill.

So you would go any length for me, eh?

Yes!

No, not today.

Tomorrow I may have
something to say to you.

You'd like it to be today?

Come, go along now.

Go and amuse yourself.

Where is the sick man?

When did the fit start?

Yesterday.

It started after he fell into the cellar.

It is rather cold, gentlemen.

Write it down.

The torn open envelope.

With the inscription :

'A present of three thousand roubles
for my angel Grushenka,

if she is willing to come.

For my little chicken.'

The envelope had been
torn open and was empty.

The money had been removed.

Obviously, this is the money
which the murderer has a good time on.

Gentlemen!

Now we have grounds
to make an arrest.

Are you going with us
or staying here with the wounded servant?

I'll stay. He will be all right.

But I would like to watch
another servant - the epileptic one.

Such violent and protracted
epileptic fits are rarely to be met with,

and are of interest to science.

But more likely
he cannot outlive the night.

And now, our precious
lady and gentlemen, our bear.

The bear is drunk
The girls are frighten

His mother is Daria
His name is Maria

The girls are loud!

But he's on the ground.

The girls start kissing him.

And he returns to life.

Bring him to the bench,
So he wouldn't get away.

Trifon, be here, or who knows...

I'm always here, Mavriky Mavrikyevitch.

And I took away the pistol.

O God! Restore to life
the man I knocked down.

Lord, thou hast wrought
miracles for such sinners as me!

If the old man's alive,
I would restore the stolen money.

No trace of that shame
will remain except in my heart forever!

And now to forget everything,
for that night, for an hour, for a moment!

One moment of her love
worth all the rest of life.

Even in the agonies of disgrace.

One moment of love with the queen.

What is it?
Are you looking for me?

No. Why should I be looking for you?

You're not angry, are you?
It's too late?

Don't mention it; it doesn't matter.
Keep it up as long as you like.

Mitya, Mitya.

I was only seventeen then.

I drove here and all the way
I was thinking how I should meet him,

what I should say to him,
how we should look at one another.

My soul was faint.

And it was just as though he had emptied
a pail of dirty water over me.

I didn't recognize him.

It must have been
his wife that ruined him.

God!

Oh, Mitya, I'm ashamed.

Curse it.

Mitya, how shameful it is!

Listen,

tell me who it is I love?

I love one man here.

Who is that man?
That's what you must tell me.

You came in,

my heart whispered to me at once.

Fool! That's the man you love!

You came in and all grew bright.

Mitya, how could I think
I could love anyone after you?

Do you forgive me?

Do you forgive me or not?

Do you love me?
Do you love me?

You will forgive me
for having tormented you?

It was through spite
I tormented you all.

Mitya, my falcon, why don't you kiss me?

He kissed me once and looks and listens.
Why listen to me?

Kiss me hard, that's right.

If you love, well, then, love!

No!

I don't want it this way.

Go along.

I'll be your slave now.

Your slave for the rest of my life.

I'll have some wine now.

I want to be drunk.

I'm going to get drunk and dance.

Why am I so good?

I'm very good!

Girls, ''My porch! ''

Don't touch me.

I've told you I'm yours,

but don't touch me.

Spare me.

It's nasty here.

I'll obey you!

I won't think of it...
I worship you!

Yes, it's nasty here, it's abominable.

It must be honorable.

It shall be honorable for the future.

And let us be honest,
let us be good, not brutes, but good.

Take me away.

I don't want it to be here.

But far, far away.

I'll take you away.

I'd give my whole life for one year

only to know about that blood!

What blood?

Grusha, you wanted to be honest,
but I'm a thief.

I've stolen money from Katya.

Disgrace, a disgrace!

From Katya, from that young lady?

Give it back to her, take it from me.

Now everything of mine is yours.

Do not love her.

Do not love her anymore.

I love you. Love only you.

I'll love you in Siberia.

Why Siberia?

Never mind, Siberia, if you like.

There's snow in Siberia.

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it!

Dmitri Fyodorovitch, come to us.

It is absolutely imperative that you
should give an explanation.

The old man!

The old man and his blood!

I understand.

Ex-Lieutenant Karamazov,
it is my duty to inform you

that you are charged with the murder
of your father, Fyodor Pavlovitch Karamazov,

perpetrated this night.

THE BROTHERS KARAMAZOV

End of Part Seven