Crime and Punishment
Part Three
You don't sleep. Nastassya, bring bundle here!
What time is it?
You slept well, it's evening already, maybe six.
Lord, what i....
How are you feeling, brother?
I'm fine. I am not sick.
Attaboy.
Well, give it here, let's get down to business.
Look here, dear.
See this hat? Try it on.
Just leave it for later! No, no, no, don't resist. I all night won't be able to sleep. Oh, right on time.
Right on time. Headdress comes before the suit. That's a kind of recommendation.
See, Nastasyushka, this 'palmerston' or this ???
What do you think how much i paid? Twenty kopeck.
Twenty kopeck, silly? Twenty kopeck is not enough to buy you.
Ruble and sixty kopeck. And that only because hat's used.
Now, let's take united states of america.
That's how we called it in grammar school.
I warn you: i'm proud of trousers. Not a stain, not a hole, thou they're used.
Waistcoat of the same kind, one-colour, just as style demands. How much did i pay?
Two rubles, silly. And so what if it's used? That's, in fact, better - softer, gentler.
Now let's get to boots. you can see that they're used, but they will be good. Made abroad,
secretary of english embassy last week offered them for sale. He needed money badly.
Successful?
Maybe it's not right size? Not right size?
What's this? I went with example.
Exact size.
We had a quarrel with housekeeper on accout of laundry.
Shirts are linen yet stylish.
So, that is, ruble sixty for hat, two rubles twenty five for other clothes... three rubles five...and ruble fifty for boots
because they're really good..yes, all laundry for five rubles, nine rubles fifty five; forty five kopeck remain in coppers.
Zosimov, at last.
Pulse is good. Head is still aching?
I'm fine. Totally fine.
Very good...
everything's properly. What are we allowed to give him?
All is allowed. Soup, tee....
mushrooms, cucumbers, of course, are forbidden, and beef, also, is not recommended.
Why speak more? Mixture away, all aside. I'll come by tomorrow and have a look.
Today i'm throwing a bread-and-salt party, i've moved to your neighborhood.
Maybe, if there's something to do, then later.
What have you made there? Nothing special. Tee, vodka, ???, pie will be served, our own people around.
Who will be there?
Students, teacher, some official. Porfiry Petrovich will come. Local investigator. Lawyer, you know.
He's a relative of yours, isn't he?
Some very distant.
And some musician, also, officer...Zametov.
Zametov?
If you want to know, we have some mutual business. It's good to know.
Did i not tell? About old lady's murder?
Pawnbroker's, you know?
I, bro, knew it before you and read in papers and i'm even taking interest in it.
Lizaveta was also killed. Lizaveta?
Dealer. Don't you know? She came here downstairs, she even mended your shirt.
And what this decorator? He is suspected as a murderer, too.
Are there any leads?
What, by devil, leads? ?????????
Rodya, you must know. That happened before your illness, just before you fainted in office when they talked about it.
You know what, Razumihin? I'm looking at you what a brisk man you are.
Hear out the story!
Exactly on the tirhd day after murder, in the morning, when they still wet-nursed Koch and Pestrikov, unanticipated fact becomes known:
some peasant, Dushkin, owner of a pub across the street, shows up at the office and brings an encasement with golden earrings.
Mikolai brought it. Worker. Decorator.
So...where did he get it? Did he say?
I asked. Said that...
picked up from the sidewalk.
I didn't ask more.
I gave him a ticket, one ruble, that is.
He's lying, of course. Like a horse, i know him. He's a pawnbroker himself and hides stolen goods.
So, mister Dushkin, hearing about murder on the other day, went to that same house...
Mikolai went boozing. Came back drunk at dawn and, shortly after, left again.
Where to? I myself woud like to know.
It's really interesting for me to finish work alone.
This morning...
Mikolai comes to me.
Have you seen Mitri lately?
No. Haven't seen.
Where did you sleep at night?
On the sands. At ????.
Have you heard, Mikolai, what happened in that house? Where you and Mitri were working.
On that very same night when you brought me earrings.
No.
I tell him and look, but he takes his hat and starts getting up.
Wait, Mikolai. Won't you have a drink?
There i decided,
because his sin...
They, doubtless, started searching for Mikolka, and suddenly on the same day he is brought to police by some men from inn.
He came there, took off his silver crucifix, and asked for this crucifix a shot of spirits.
They gave him. After coule of minutes some woman went to shed.
Where did you get earrings? Found on the sidewalk.
And why did you flee from pub?
I got really frigthtened then. Of what?
What if i'm punished?
How could you get frightended, if you feel yourself innocent? Let's say, you're telling the truth
but why did you want to hang yourself?
Out of thoughts.
What thoughts?
That i will be punished.
He was pressed and pressed, squeezed and finaly he confessed himself.
He didn't find earrings on the sidewalk, rather in the flat where he and Mitri were decorating.
We painted whole day until eight o'clock and prepared to leave.
But Mitry took a brush and painted my face.
And ran out to the yard...but i grabbed him by the hair and started to hit.
And he, too, grabbed me by the hair and, also, started to hit me.
Abandoning body and the flat unlocked, knowing that people have just passed by there they're wallowing on the groud like kids and drawing attention to themselves.
Wait. But earrings?
Earrings?
Then Mitjka made himself free and ran on the street.
And i ran after him. Didn't catch him and returned alone to the appartment.
And there behind door by the wall run across this box.
I see...it just lies wrapped in paper.
Behind door?
It was lying behind door? Behind door? What wrong with you, Rodya?
Nothing.
Must have dozed off. Sleepy.
All this is curious. What's there curious? All is clear.
Real murderer dropped these earrings. When Koch lost his head and ran down, he also ran down because there was no other way out.
Exactly then decorators ran out, killer hid himself, stood behind the door until those and janitor went by, waited and quietly walked down.
And in that exact minute when Mitri and Mikolai ran out on the street, there was nobody there.
Cunning. You know, bro, that's even too cunning. Why?
Because everything happened too happily. Just like in theatre.
Rodion Romanovich Raskolnikov? Mister student or former student?
He is Raskolnikov.
Yes. I'm Raskolnikov. What's your business?
Pyotr Petrovich Luzhin. I hope my name is not totally unknown to you.
How come? Do you really still haven't received no news?
Your mommy...
Your mommy, when i was still with them, wrote you a letter. I know, i know...
Suitor. And that's enough.
I feel sorry for your ailiness.
I'd come by earlier, had i known.
Well, worries, you know...
important business on accout of my lawers practice in the senate...
And, furthermore, i'm expecting your mommy and sister every minute now...
I've found apartment for the first days... Where?
Quite near from here. House of Bakaleyev.
Rented rooms? i've been there. Ugly and awful. Dirty and bad smelling.
And suspicious place. Things have happened there. Hell knows who's living there.
Cheap, at any rate.
I, of course, couldn't collect such testimony..yet quite clean rooms, by the way, and since it's for a short time...
I've already found real...i mean, our future appartment and now it is being arrangend.
And meanwhile i myself living in rented room. At Mrs. Lipevekh'sel.
Lipevekh'sel? Yes. Do you happen to know her?
I'm in the appartment of Andrey Semyonovich Lebezyatnikov. Very nice young man. And following....
I, you know, haven't been in Petersburg for ten years already, and, i must confess, was delighted.
With what exactly?
Well, how...all these news, reforms, ideas...i find clearer view
more businesslike manner...
many harmful prejudices are extinguished...
To tell the long story short, we have irreversibly cut ourselves off the past.
Learned by heart. Shows off.
What? That's reasonably fair.
You think so? You will agree that there is progress at least in science and economical rights.
Common place. No, not common place.
If i, for example, still were told - love! - and i loved then what would become of that?
I would tear my coat in two, share with my neighbour and we both would be half naked.
Science says - first of all love yourself since everything in this world is based on personal interest.
And your coat will stay whole then.
Economical right adds that the more there is, so to say, whole coats, the more.....
Well, i hope our acqaintance... ...killed, no doubt, pledgor.
Porfiry doesn't express his mind, yet still interrogates pledgors.
Interrogates pledgors?
Yes. So what?
Nothing.
Where does he get them? Old lady had written all the names on pawned things.
This is, so it seems, about recent murder of old pawnbroker?
Yes. Have you heard?
How else...in the neighborhood...
I'm curious to know one thing...
Why do you even bother? It all happened according to your theory.
What do you mean?
Well, just lead to consequences that what you preached just now and it will be seen that one may slice people.
I beg your pardon... No, that's not so...
There's a limit to everything. Economical idea itself is not an invitation to murder.
Is it true that you said to your fiancee
in the that same hour when you received her agreement
that the thing you are most delighted with is that she is poor
because it's more gainful to take from poverty
so you can dominate over her and fling reproach in her teeth later?
Dear sir,
to disfigure an idea in such way!
Pardon me, but rumors known to you have no reasonable justification.
And i suspect who...
to say it short, your mommy...
she, without all this, seemed to me despite all her good qualities of rapturous and romantic tendency in her way of thinking.
You know what!
What?
If you'll dare to say even a word about my mother, i'll throw you down the stairs.
Ah, that's the deal... Let me....
Listen here, sir! I read your hatred from the very first moment.
I could forgive much to a sick man and a relative, but you - never.
I'm not sick. So much the worse.
Allow me... Go to hell!
May one act so? Leave me! Leave me alone!
Tormentors. I'm not afraid of you. Now i'm not afraid of anybody of you!
I want to be alone! Alone!
It could be worse if we hadn't listened to him. What's up with him?
You know...
he's got something on his mind.
Something fixed and difficult.
So this...Pyotr Petrovich maybe...
Yes...what devil did bring him now?
Did you see that he's like indifferent to everything but one thing -
this murder.
I did. I noted it.
He takes interest, he gets scared... But that's then, in the office, they frightened him...
In evening you'll tell me about this in detail. He is of interest to me.
Thank you. I...i'll go to Pashenka.
I'll keep an eye on him through Nastassya.
I will come by in half and hour.
Will you drink your tea?
Leave it. For later. I want to sleep.
This very day...
This very day.
All this...it needs to be finished this very day once and for all.
Otherwise...
Twenty five rubles...and coppers.
What...otherwise?
Otherwise i won't return.
I don't want to live like this.
Do you love
singing on the streets?
I love it. In an autumn evening when all bypassers have pale green faces..or, even beter, when it falls wet snow
without any wind.
Do you know...
I don't know. Excuse me.
I read somewhere about condemned to death.
How he thinks if he had to live somehwere in high place, on the cliff, on such a narrow area where's space for two feet only
and there is ocean and never ending darkness all around, and he has to remain so for the rest of his life
for thousand years, for eternity
It would be better to live that way than to die right now. Only to live. Live...and live...
"Crystal Palace".
Previously Razumihin said...
but what did i want? Ah, right, newspapapers.
Here you go!
So...????...aztecs...
Damn! Fire on the beach...
Here it is.
Doesn't matter how to live as long as to live.
Oh God, what a truth!
Man is a scoundrel. That is a scoundrel who
who calls him that right in his face.
How peculiar! and Razumihin told me that you're not in full consciousness.
Razumihin has lost his mind over you.
Is it nice for you to live, mister Zametov?
Who treated you with champagne right now?
Treated...we just drank a little bit.
Take your chance, you amazing man.
How peculiar you are!
Possibly you're still sick. You vainly went out.
Reading papers? They write much about fires.
No, i don't read about fires. Confess...
you would terribly like to know about what i read.
Not so. I just asked.
You see how many issues i have ordered. That's suspicious?
Phe, how weird.
You must still be in delirium. Delirium? You're lying.
Ears of top of your head, eh?
What then...tell?
Say.
I declare...no, better - i confess...no, that's not it.
I testify.
I testify that i searched and read (and that's why i came here)
about murder of old pawnbroker.
And what of that if you were reading?
What business have i to that?
That's the same old hag about which were conversation at the office and i passed out.
What? Do you understand now?
What's the matter? What to understand?
You're crazy!
And what if it was me who murdered old hag and Lizaveta?
Is that really possible?
Oh, you believed me.
Not a speck. Now, more than ever, i don't believe you.
You walked into a snare! It means you believed that before! Totally not!
How much do i owe?
Thirty kopeck. Here you go, twenty more for vodka.
See how much money?
And suit? Also new. But i had not a dime on my soul.
Enough.
All the best...
Here you are.
And i looked for you even under the bed, went to the attic, almost gave Nastasya a thrashing.
Rodya, what does this mean?
It means that i want to be alone.
Let me. Alone? You can't even walk yet. Face like a chalk.
I'll take you in arms and bring home, under the key. Listen, Razumihin,
don't you see that i don't want your benefaction? Why did you seek me out at the beginning of my sickness?
I maybe wanted to die so badly.
Didn't you really understand today that you are tormenting me?
That i'm fed up with you?
Leave me alone, all of you. Leave me, leave me, leave me! Then go to hell. Stop!
Listen to me!
All of you are twaddlers and dawdlers! When you have suffering you nurse it like hen nurses her egg.
Stop! Listen till the end!
Listen, Rodya! I'm throwing bread-and-salt party today, if you were not a fool, you'd better come by there than wear out your boots for nothing.
Will you come? - No. You're lying. You can't be responsible for yourself.
I've thousand times bade farewell just like this, but i've always returned. So remember - Pochenkova #47, appartment of clerk Babushnik.
I won't come, Razumihin.
I bet you'll come, otherwise i don't want to be acqauinted with you.
Stop! So...Zametov's there? - There. Did you speak with him? - I did.
About what?
Well, to hell with yoy!
Pochenkova #47, Babushkina. Remeber that!
No. Nastily.
That's not worth it.
To the office? That means the office is open. Well, that's a way-out.
Is it really end? Ah, it doesn't matter.
Some feet of space...only so stupid.
I don't give a damn.
This is that house.
Have a look.
Here they were working.
It means...it's for renting out.
So...she comes to me early in the morning ??? and ???? ???????
So it is. But when she's undressed...magazine, just magazine. What is magazine?
Magazine is these coloured pictures and portieres receive them by post from abroad.
And in there's written how to dress, both for men and women.
What do you want?
What do you want? Who are you?
I want to rent a flat. I'm looking around.
There's no blood.
What blood?
Old lady was murdered, and her sister.
There was a pool of blood.
What man are you? Me?
Let's go to the office and i'll tell.
It's time for us to leave. Lyoshka!
Let's go.
Janitor!
What do you want?
Did you go to the office?
Just now. I was there.
Are they sitting there?
They are.
What do you want?
He came to see over the flat where we work. Asked why the blood is washed away.
Here, he says, was a murder. And i want to rent it.
Then he rang the bell, almost ripped off. Let's, he says, go to the office, there i'll show...
Who...are you?
Me? Radion Romanovich Raskolnikov, former student.
Why...did you go to the appartment?
To look around.
Drunk. Only god knows how much.
Just to take him and bring to the office...
Let's go.
Why are you accosting? Do you chicken out to go to the office?
Why to talk to him at all? Get lost!
Weird man. People are gone weird these days.
Better to bring him to the office...
No need to get involved, later won't be able to get free.
To go then...
or not to go?
The man was killed!
There's no cross around your neck.
I just looked...drunk...chased away, yelled but to no avail.
I yelled three times...pulled up horses....
I know him. He's titular councellor Marmeladov, he lives near by, just to get doctor faster...
I'll pay. Here.
You can't imagine, Polyenka, how we lived cheerflully at daddy's house.
He was colonel, almost governor. Everybody said to him - we consider you our governor already.
Accursed life!
And when during the last ball at superior's grand duchess Bezzemelnaya saw me
she asked right away whether i'm the same nice girl
with a shawl who did dance at graduation.
It needs to be mended.
If you'd do like i showed you...otherwise tomorrow it will be torn even more.
Is water ready? Yes, mommy.
And after that to us came...
prince Schegalyskoy from Petersburg.
He danced mazurka with me and on the next day wanted to come up with a proposal.
But i said to him
that my heart belongs to other.
That was your father, Polyenka.
Here, here, here...
Turn around....
What's that? What's that?
On the couch. Place him on the couch.
He achieved it.
Enough, go, get away from here. And you go away, what for gathering?
I sent for doctor.
Don't worry, i'll pay.
OK, good. I thank you, young man.
Oh Lord! Just let a man die peacefully. What theatre have you found here?
Mein Gott...horses crashed him.
To the hospital...i'm housekheeper. Amalya Ludvigovna...
I've said to you earhlier don't dhare to call me Amalya Ludvigovna, i'm Amalya Ivan.
You're not Amalya Ivan, you're Amalya Ludvigovna. Oh God, i don't understand why don't you like it?
And i ask you all to lock this door immediately and so that i didn't see nobody here! Get out! All get out!
Just let die in peace!
God...blood... God, how much blood.
What more?
Bare-footed... Keep silent!
You know yourself why bare-footed!
Doctor...
Thank God.
He's here.
I ask you.
About thirty paces he was dragged in the wheel.
Tho the hospithal... Just let it be, Amalya Ivanovna, he'll die.
Here, clergyman.
What's his name? Semyon.
Polya, Lida, come here!
Our Father, which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name....
Is there really no hope?
Not a slightest.
It's amazig that he's come around.
And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive them that trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory, For ever and ever. Amen.
Have mercy, Lord!
Mommy, i did everything as you asked, Sonyenka will be here soon. Come here.
...Lord's slave Semyon...redemtion of sins and eternal life. Amen.
Maybe to bleed him?
It can be done.
But that's useless.
And what those who were accidental cause? Maybe they will agree to provide
at least loss of income?
What income? There was no income, only suffering.
That's a sin. On deathbed you must forgive. Those, father, are just words...forgive....
But what will i do with these? Lord is mercyful.
Merciful, yet no towards us.
Drink. Drink, Semyon Zakharich.
Why speak about forgiveness?
I've already forgiven.
Who's that?
Lie down, lie.
Sonya...forgive me.
He gained his end.
And what to do now?
How will i make funeral for him? Kateryna Ivanovna,
your husband told me all circumstances last week,
be sure he talked with elation of you
Allow me to give honour to my late friend...
Here must be twenty rubles. Take them.
Good bye.
That's you?
He died.
Hearten poor woman, if you can.
You're a good man, i know.
Look, how you've
soiled yourself with blood.
Yes. I've soiled myself.
I'm all covered in blood.
Listen!
Listen, what's your name? And where do you live?
Who sent you? Sister Sonya sent me.
I somehow thought sister Sonya sent you.
Mommy also sent me, said - run faster.
Do you love
sister Sonya?
I love her most of all.
And me?
Will you love me?
Polyechka, my name's Rodion.
Mention me in your prayer sometime.
God's slave Rodion.
Nothing more.
Enough.
Down with fears, down with ghosts. I am life, she didn't die together with old hag
Heavenly kingdom...that's enough, mommy. It's time for peace.
Strength, i need strength.
And let's see now
Let's match forces now
And i asked to pray for slave Rodion...
That's just so.
Just in case.
End of Part Three