All language subtitles for 9 - Bratya Karamazovy

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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

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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 Nine

Why is the baby crying?

Why is it crying?

Why is the baby crying?

Dmitri Fyodorovitch.

You should sign the protocol.

I had been asleep an hour or more?

You should read the protocol.

I don't want to read it.
I'll sign it.

Prepare.

I've had a good dream, gentlemen.

Here.

I need to read you the 'Committal.'

...and having considered
that the accused, not pleading guilty

to the charges made against him,
had brought forward nothing in his defense,

and acting in accordance
with articles of the Statute Book, to rule,

that, in order to preclude from
all means of evading pursuit and judgment,

he be detained in a prison,

which hereby is to notify to the accused.

Well, gentlemen, I don't blame you.

I'm ready.

Mavriky Mavrikyevitch will take you.

Yes, let it be.

I accept the torture of accusation.

And my public shame.

I want to suffer
and by suffering I shall be purified.

But I am not guilty of my father's blood.

Gentlemen,

you are good, you are humane,

may I see her
to say 'good-bye' for the last time?

Certainly, but now it's impossible
except in the presence of-.

Forgive me, Grusha,

for my love.

I have told you I am yours,
and I will be yours.

I will follow you forever,
wherever they may send you.

Forgive me at parting, good people!

Forgive us too!

It doesn't want to move at all!

But what do we want a second cart for?

I won't be unruly,
I won't run away from you, old fellow.

I'll trouble you, sir,
to learn how to speak to me

if you've never been taught.

I'm not 'old fellow' to you.

Good-bye, Trifon Borissovitch!

Good-bye,
Dmitri Fyodorovitch, good-bye!

Good-bye, dear fellow!

What are these people?
What can men be after this?

Epileptic fits can't be told beforehand.

I am surprised with by your question.

Could he pretend?

He had a fit, and it was quite dangerous.

I was even afraid of his life.

His reason would be impaired for
a considerable period.

He is mad now?

This is not yet the case, but that
certain abnormalities are perceptible.

Thank you.

Can you talk to me?

I can.

You knew of it all along.

What?

About the thing happened at night.

How could I help knowing,

that your brother behaved like that?

I'm not about Dmitri.

You've foretold you'd have a fit
on the way down to the cellar.

Have you said so at the examination yet?

No, I haven't yet, but I certainly shall.

I told about our conversation
to the Investigator.

What did you tell him?

That I had a presentiment of it.

But you did foretell
the day and the hour!

I go down to the cellar every day.

And every time I was
in the cellar, I thought about you.

What did you think about me?

That I am left without defense
in all the world, except you.

But you left that day.

Dmitri directly accuses you.

Of the murder and theft.

Who will believe him
with all the proofs against him?

Just think, should I have told you
beforehand that I could sham a fit?

If I had been planning such a murder

would I give such evidence
against myself beforehand?

And to his son, too!

You defend me completely by doing so.

I don't want to defend you, fool.

Because I don't suspect you at all.

And I think it's absurd.

Do you need anything?

No. Morphine works now.

- I will be back soon.
- Mister.

If you say nothing about our conversation,
I wouldn't tell the investigating lawyer either.

What do you mean by all?

That I am your accomplice?

Nonsense! Nonsense!

You've come at last!
What will you have coffee?

Yes, I am very hungry.

Fenya, bring some coffee and some pies.

We've had a storm over those pies today.

Did you quarrel with Mitya again?

Whenever I go to him we quarrel.

He flung pies on the floor
and stamped on it.

Why? What happened?

He is jealous of the Pole.

But he knew about the Pole before.

Yes, but I am ashamed
to repeat what he said.

My wife was dreadfully
jealous over me, too.

Of whom could she have been jealous?

Of the servant girls.

Hold your tongue.
Don't ogle the pies.

I shan't give you any,
they are not good for you.

I have to look after him, too,
just as though I kept an almshouse.

I don't deserve your kindness.

You would do better to spend your kindness
on people of more use than me.

What about the Pole?
Begging again?

Now he begs to borrow a ruble.
He asked for two thousand before.

I refused.
Then he asked a hundred.

Then down to ten.

I felt sorry for him,
gave him the money.

There is poverty there.
No food, no firewood.

Now he is begging for a rouble.

But he's jealous on purpose.

On purpose?

He doesn't care. He is-

What?

He began talking
to me of that woman, of Katerina,

saying she was this and that.

She had ordered a doctor from Moscow
for him, to try and save him.

She had ordered the best
counsel, the most learned one.

He loves her.

He does.

He's treated me badly himself.

So he is jealous.

I am with Pole
so he can't be blamed for Katerina.

No, Mitya doesn't love Katerina Ivanovna.

You know nothing about it,
with all your cleverness.

He loves her.

Ivan Fyodorovitch's going to see him
from her place.

Ivan's going?

Mitya told me that Ivan hasn't been once.

Blurting things out!

I've said so much
I'll tell the whole truth.

He came secretly.
They are up to something.

Mitya told me there was a secret.
But what secret is that?

He is planning to throw me over,
that's the whole secret.

And he lies
that Ivan is in love with Katerina.

Tell me, on your conscience,
is it the truth or not.

Ivan is not in love with Katerina.

Grushenka, the trial is soon,
and Mitya is particularly worried.

But he loves you only.

Why did she send for the doctor?

As an expert. They want to prove
that Mitya committed the murder

when he didn't know what he was doing.

But he didn't kill him.

Nobody believes that.

There's a fearful
accumulation of evidence.

Alyosha, darling, go to him
and find out what their secret is

that I may know the
worst that's in store for me.

I don't want to worm
his secret out of him.

If he'll tell me, I shall tell him
that I have promised to tell you.

I fancy Katerina Ivanovna
has nothing to do with it.

The secret is about something else.

Good-bye for now.

- Brother.
- Alyosha!

I saw Rakitin.

Why does he come here so often?

He wants to write an article about me.

He is going to put in a tinge of Socialism.

He wants to say 'he couldn't help murdering,
he was corrupted by his environment.'

- He explained me everything.
- What did he explain?

Imagine: inside, in the head - that is,
these nerves are there in the brain...

sort of little tails.

I look at something with my eyes
and then they begin quivering.

And then think, because of those tails,
not at all because I've got a soul.

It's magnificent, this science!

And that I am some sort of image
and likeness - all that is nonsense!

The tails!

And yet I am sorry to lose God!

Well, that's a good thing, anyway.

It's chemistry, brother, chemistry!

But what will become of men
without God and immortal life?

All things are lawful then?

'Didn't you know?' he said laughing.

A clever man can do what he likes.

A clever man knows his way about.

Soon the judgment
of God will be accomplished.

I am amazed at you, you walk
about here, talking of I don't know what.

What should I say about?

About Smerdyakov?

I don't want to talk about him.

About that stinking son.

God will kill him, you will see.

- Brother.
- Don't speak, Alyosha.

You see, there's so much I've been wanting
to tell you here, within these peeling walls.

Brother, these last two months
I've found in myself a new man.

A new man has risen up in me.

Why was it I dreamed
of that 'babe' at such a moment?

That was a sign to me.

It's for the babe I'm going.

Because we are all responsible for all.

For all the 'babes,'

for there are big children as well
as little children All are 'babes.'

I go for all.

Because someone must go for all.

I didn't kill father, but I've got to go.

I accept it.

You wouldn't believe,
Alexey, how I want to live now.

And I seem to have
such strength in me now,

that I think I could
stand anything, any suffering,

to be able to say to myself, 'I exist.'

I'm tormented on the rack - but I exist!

Though I sit alone on a pillar!

I see the sun, and if I don't see
the sun, I know it's there.

And there's a whole life in that,
in knowing that the sun is there.

I can stand everything.
I just can't live without Grusha.

The thought of her is killing me.

Killing me.

Why should she
have such suffering to bear?

She was with me just now.

I know.

She was very much grieved by you.

It was jealousy.

I was sorry.

Will they marry us?
Do they let convicts marry?

That's the question.

And without her I can't exist.

I will tell you all our secret.

I can't decide on anything without you.

Ivan suggests my escaping.

Escaping where to?

To America. With Grusha.

As soon as the verdict is given...

Don't decide it now.

I can't live without Grusha!

What if they won't let her follow me?

And without Grusha what should I do
there underground with a hammer?

I should only smash
my skull with the hammer!

But, on the other hand, my conscience?

I should have run away from suffering.

I have a way of salvation

and I turn my back on it.

You are the only person
who can understand this.

It's folly, madness to others.

Ivan doesn't believe in it.

It can all be arranged.

Whose idea was it?

Ivan. He is very keen on it.

And the main thing - he's got money.

Twenty thousand for America.

And he says we can arrange
a magnificent escape.

And he told you on no account to tell me?

Especially not you.

He is afraid, that you'll stand
before me as my conscience.

Have you no hope then of being acquitted?

Tell me the whole truth,
as you would before God.

Do you believe I did it or not?

The whole truth, don't lie!

Hush! What do you mean?

The whole truth, the whole, don't lie!

I've never for one instant believed
that you were the murderer!

Thank you!

Thank you!

Now you have given me new life.

Well, go!

God bless you!

Come, go along!

You've given me strength.

Love Ivan!

Come, Perezvon, follow me!

Perezvon, go!

Hey, man, hi!

You are a schoolboy, I suppose?

Yes, I am.

You get whipped, I expect?

Yes, they whip me.

Does it hurt?

Yes, it does.

Ech, what a life!

Why did you tell a lie to Krasotkin,
pretending we are thrashed?

You know, Smurov, according to a peasant's
notions, schoolboys are whipped.

Should have I said we are not whipped?

One has to know
how to talk to the peasants.

- Hello.
- Hello, Mr. Karamazov.

- Sit, Perezvon!
- Hello, Mr. Krasotkin.

How anxious I've been to see you!

Ilusha was very attached
before that matter with the dog.

It's not the dog. Not Zhutchka.

Listen, Karamazov,
I'll tell you all about Zhuchka.

That's what I came for.

Ilusha had somehow got to know
the footman to your late father.

- Smerdyakov?
- Yes.

And he taught him a silly trick.

To take a piece of bread,
to stick a pin in it,

and throw it to that Zhuchka.

So it swallowed it, began to squeal,
and ran away.

And ran out of sight.

He always repeats, that It's because
he killed Zhutchka, God is punishing him.

We have all rested our hopes on you.

Why did you reckon on me?

There was a rumor that the dog is alive.

That you were looking for it.

And I hoped that you would bring Zhuchka.

His father brought him
a pup, hoping to comfort him.

But I think it only makes it worse.
So, let's go to see him.

Perezvon will stay here in the passage.

Perezvon, go!

It will be a bad dog.

Oh, Krasotkin! Hi there!

- Hi!
- Hi!

Hello.

Hello!

You are welcome, we've been
hoping to see you a long time.

There, you can see he is a young man
that has been well brought up.

But as for our other visitors they come
in one on the top of another.

How do you mean, mamma,
one on the top of another, how is that?

That's how they ride in.

They get on each other's shoulders in the passage
and prance in on a respectable family.

But who's come in like that, mamma?

That boy came in riding on that one's back
and this one on that one's.

Mommy, mommy!

Have a seat.

So you've got a new puppy?

Yes.

A black nose, that means he'll be fierce.

When it grows up, you'll have
to keep it on the chain.

He'll be a huge dog!

Of course he will, as big as a calf.

As a real calf.
I got one like that on purpose.

One of the fiercest breed.

And his parents are huge,
they stand as high as this from the floor.

You were so kind as to come
with Alexey Fyodorovitch?

No, I came with Perezvon.

I've got a dog now, called Perezvon.

Do you remember Zhutchka, old man?

Zhutchka's lost and done for!

It must have run away
after a meal like that.

But I've got a dog, Perezvon.

A shaggy dog, like Zhuchka.

I brought him on purpose.

I don't want him.

You'd better another time.

Why another time? Now!

Smurov, open the door!

It's Zhutchka!

And who did you think it was?

He didn't swallow that meal.

He must have spat it out.

But the pin pricked his tongue.

That is why he squealed.

He ran away squealing.

And you thought he'd swallowed it.

- It's Zhutchka?
- Yes, yes.

Mr. Krasotkin, I thank you.

I found him, I took him home,
I kept him locked up at home,

and taught the dog all sorts of tricks.

You should only see
all the things he can do.

Mommy, it's Zhuchka.

Here, Zhuchka!

Sit!

Lie, Zhuchka!

Look dead!

Bravo, Zhuchka!

Zhuchka!

Sit!

I've brought you a little cannon, old man.

You saw it before
and you said you'd like to see it.

Here, I've brought it to you.

It could be fired off
if it won't alarm the ladies.

May I try?

Mr. Krasotkin, let me do it
as a former military man.

Is it loaded?

Yes.

So great!

Give it to me!

Give me the cannon!

Mamma, the cannon's yours.

Let it belong to both of you and Ilusha.

No, I don't want it
to belong to both of us.

I want it to be mine
altogether, not Ilusha's.

Take it, mother!
Krasotkin, may I give it to my mother?

Of course you may.

Here is doctor from Katerina Ivanovna.

Doctor from Petersburg, excuse me.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Old man, I am not leaving.
I'll be outside.

Zhuchka, come!

Come on in.

Come on in here.

This way.

I've long wanted to meet you.

I have heard you are a mystic
and have been in the monastery.

But that hasn't put me off.

What do you mean by mystic?

Oh, God and all the rest of it.

What, don't you believe in God?

I admit that He is needed for the order.

But I am a Socialist, Karamazov.

I am an incurable Socialist.

He was a most humane person.

And if He were alive today, He would be found
in the ranks of the revolutionists

and would play a conspicuous part.

Where did you get that from?

What fool have you made friends with?

It has so chanced that I have
often talked to Mr. Rakitin.

Tell me, Karamazov, have you
an awful contempt for me?

I am only sad that you should be
perverted by all this crude nonsense.

But it serves me right.

I am a beast in lots of ways.

No.

I am a beast
for not having come before.

Am I very ridiculous now?

Don't think about that.

Nearly all clever people now
are afraid of being ridiculous.

Nobody makes fun of you.

I can't help it, I am not God!

And will it be soon, soon?

You must be prepared for anything.

Your Excellency, for Christ's sake!

But can absolutely nothing save him?

It's not in my hands now.

If you could send your song to Syracuse...

Ilusha? To Syracuse!

Syracuse is in Sicily.

Sicily! Your Excellency, what Sicily?
But mamma and my family?

But what can you do?

Doctor!

Doctor! But you see!
What Sicily?

Old man, old man.

Father, don't cry!

Ilusha!

The doctor said you would be all right.

And we shall be happy.

Father, don't cry.

When I die get another boy.

Choose a good one.

Call him Ilusha
and love him instead of me.

But don't ever forget me, father.

Come to my grave in the evening.

And take Zhuchka with you.

Ilusha!

I shall expect you.

I'll come in the evening, old man.

And I'll take Zhuchka with me.

Ilusha.

I don't want another boy.

Oh, God!

THE BROTHERS KARAMAZOV

End of Part Nine