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Watch out! Move that cart!

Don't let them get away!

The Prince is dead!

What harm did she do?

Why?

God will punish you
for killing a poor innocent girl.

She was just a child, just playing...

Are you cold?

You can get warm with these.

I'll get more.

Misha!
Why are you bothering that man?

Mon Dieu!

What did you do?

- Let me clean your coat.
- There's no need.

Have we met?

I've seen you at Mass
in the San Vladimir Cathedral.

And I'm a faithful reader of yours.

Faithful?

May I?

May I ask for a favor?

Your son warmed me,
how could I refuse you a courtesy?

Could you write a dedication for me?

lvan Turgenev.

"Fathers and Sons".

-What's your name?
- Nadjezda Petrovna.

''To Nadja,

for the generous gesture

of her son Misha.

A colleague of the author's.''

- Visiting hours are over.
- I must see a patient.

Come back tomorrow.

I must see the physician on duty,

I'm Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky.

I must speak to him.

Did you say Gusiev?

He's not my patient, but I know him.

He came a few months ago,
suffering from hallucinations.

He's now calm
and will soon be released.

ls he a relative, a friend?

If you're looking for a character
for a new book, he's perfect.

This way.

I'll call Mr. Gusiev.

- I'm cold!
- Shut up!

Where's Gusiev?

There!

Get up!

Right here, go on.

Here he is.

Did you write me this letter?

I'm sorry I didn't come sooner.

How do you feel?

It's freezing.

It's freezing here.

You should wear something warmer.

I've been here two months,

I've got nothing else.

Have them bring you something.

Who?

You're all I have.

What do you want from me?

Come.

What do you want from me?

- I'm afraid.
- Be strong.

Be strong,

the doctor said you're better.

- You'll soon be out.
- I don't want to leave here.

I'm afraid.

They want to kill me.

The police, my comrades!

When I was in university,

I joined a secret society.

We wanted to kill
the whole imperial family.

There aren't so many,
about thirty.

You're raving!

Wait, hear me out.

You're all I have.

You're my writer,
my teacher, my confessor.

Look.

It's your words
that made me understand.

''Why kill?

Just because it's the easiest way?
It's monstrous madness!''

They're your words,

it's your fault I left my comrades,

before the attack on the Prince.

That was your organization?

Yes.

But I'm out now.

Should I have gone to the police?

I'm not a spy.

I preferred burying myself here,
pretending I was crazy.

I believed you, always.

But now I'm alone.

You're my great teacher.

You're all I have.

I know all about you!

What's there to know?

You don't know a thing.

I can't stand you even a minute more.

Don't go, there's a girl with them...

Her name's Aleksandra,
she's so beautiful.

Please, you can save her.

She gave me your books to read.

-Talk to her, she'll listen.
- Let go of me!

Aleksandra mustn't die,

there's going to be an attack
against the Grand Duke.

You're mad!

Look.

This is the marketplace at the Moika.

The Grand Duke's carriage will pass
taking him to the cathedral

for High Mass, like every year.

Aleksandra will be here, she's
the leader, she'll throw the bomb.

If she misses, Trifonov
is ready to throw a second one.

It's all planned,
only you can stop them.

Please, find Aleksandra,
talk to her.

I wrote her address here.

She'll listen to you.

She admires you
for what you say and write.

Find her and talk to her, please.

Go to the police with this story,
if there's any truth in it.

Save Aleksandra,

you're the only one who can.

Save her.

If you do, you'll save
the Grand Duke and me too!

-May God forgive me.
- I'll see the police get this.

You won't.

Maybe I won't,
because you're a liar!

You're just a liar!

Save Aleksandra, she mustn't die!

Save her,
you're the only one who can!

Why kill?

I know all about you.

Dostoevsky Fyodor Mikhailovich,
you're under arrest.

I know all about you.

Why kill?
Just because it's the easiest way?

They're your words...
Aleksandra mustn't die...

Fyodor Mikhailovich.

Sir?

A girl's here asking for you.

She says you have an appointment.

I'm not expecting anyone.

I showed her in.

What do you want?

I was asked to come here,
Mr. Dostoevsky,

for your book.

I'm Anna Grigorjevna Snitkina,
the stenographer.

Come in.

Please sit down.

Sit down.

I'm not sure this will work,

I've always...

done my own writing.

I had you come here

because I was forced to.

I need to work a lot.

A lot and very fast.

I can't waste any more time,
as I did yesterday.

Yesterday, I wasted a whole afternoon

listening to a madman's ranting.

ls this method as fast as they say?

We'll have to work day and night.

Well?

What are you looking at?

I'll try you out.

Let's begin.

What did you say your name is?

Anna Grigorjevna Snitkina.

''I didn't kill to help my mother,
or to be a humanitarian,

I just killed that's all,
I killed for myself, only for me.

I didn't need money,
but I had to know

If I was a man,
or a louse like all the rest.''

Don't be frightened.

This isn't the book
you'll be working on.

This is already written, almost all.

What are those scribbles?

It's stenography.

For you to read it, I have to
transcribe it in normal letters.

Are you sure you know how to do it?

''I didn't kill to help my mother,

or to be a humanitarian.

I just killed that's all,
I killed for myself...''

That's enough.

I have to go now.

Tell Avdotja to take you
to a carriage.

I'll see you tomorrow,
I'm counting on you.

At 11 o'clock, sharp.

No earlier, no later.

We have very little time.

Have you come to ask
for an advance, or an extension?

I've come to ask for what you own me.

We agreed to final payment
before delivery.

I know, here.

It's all ready.

How's the work going?

With less rush, it would go better.

Here's everything I own you.

Don't squander it this time,

stay away from the gambling table.

It's always been your ruin.

All the money will go
straight to my creditors.

You might hold this payment for me.

What do you want then?

More time.

You have another five days,
as we agreed.

If you refuse this money,
that changes nothing for me.

It's too late to turn back.

Remember, five days,
not a day more.

Hello.

I'd like an overcoat.

Would you like to choose from these?

Look.

How long will it take?

A month, at least two fittings,
we're very busy.

I need one right away,
I can't wait a month...

This one will do.

- But it's a floor model.
- No matter, just so it's warm.

- You'll need a fitting.
- Don't be concerned, I'll take it.

- How much do I own?
- 400 rubles.

It's what I've got...

Here you are.

Thank you.

Stop right here!

Here's Gusiev, Inspector!

Dostoevsky Fyodor Mikhailovich,
you're under arrest.

Surname, name,

patronymic, age, religion.

Dostoevsky Fyodor Mikhailovich,
27, Orthodox faith.

Louder.

Orthodox faith.

Any personal capital?
How do you provide for yourself?

My sustenance comes

from my literary work.

You are accused of
belonging to a secret society

with subversive aims against the
Orthodox church and Imperial power.

Come closer to the bench.

How do you defend yourself?

I still don't understand
what I'm accused of.

Of discussing,

of expressing myself
as a free thinker?

Has anyone

tried looking

into my soul?

Have any of you weighed the evil

and the destructive spirit

you accuse me of?

If free thought means

wanting the best for one's people,

then maybe I am, perhaps it's true.

I'm a free thinker.

What would be ''best'' for the people?
Socialism, perhaps?

Socialism is a science

that's slowly fermenting.

You admit that you and your
conspirator friends work for this...

what did you call it,
slow fermentation?

The books on socialism are written

with intelligence, fervor.

Often pages of love for man kind.

I don't consider it as a crime
against my country

to listen to ideas and discuss them.

But in this country, those who talk
about politics speak in whispers,

almost secretly.

When to those who fear words.

spare us your pathetic ardor.

You won't make converts
in this court room.

Tell us about the machine
to print subversive material.

I don't know any thing about that.

And this?

This is a drawing of the machine

that you ordered from some craftsmen,

as they have testified.

- Where is this machine?
- I don't know.

Do you have contact

with a criminal called...

Bakunin?

I've never met him.

I feel pity for you,

a poet!

A young writer, already renown,

who we must question

for a horrendous crime.

You've forgotten

the Czar's power is sacred,

divine.

Defendant Dostoevsky,

all we've heard from you today
is falsehood, lies.

Do you know what you risk?

Why the priests?

We're atheists.

Kneel!

We break the sword!

You're no longer worthy to wield one

in defense of holy Mother Russia.

Dostoevsky Fyodor, Spesnev Nicolai,

Durov Aleksandr,

you've been condemned
to capital punishment.

The sentence is
execution by firing squad.

Stand.

Repent, my brothers, and kiss Christ.

One moment!

By order of His Majesty the Czar,

the condemned are pardoned...

My God,..

...the sentence is
10 years in Siberia.

Get out, move!

- Now what?
-A chat with the Inspector.

Take the first group
to the Interrogation Room.

-You can't treat me this way!
- Move!

In silence!

Natalia Ivanovna...

What's going on?

Another police bust.

The attack still has no culprit.

Among them is a young man I know.

- A friend?
- No.

I know him very little,
simple curiosity.

Get out of here,
it's not a good place to be.

There's too much tension in the city,
people are afraid.

My husband too, is worried.

My niece Natasha, she studies
music at the conservatory.

Goodbye.

Where are you going?

I have to speak to the police chief.

- Do you have an appointment?
- No, but...

I must see a young man
who was arrested today.

I have to give him this overcoat,
his name's Gusiev.

- He has other concerns now.
- Don't worry about him.

Your friend is now the Czar's guest,

he won't be needing your overcoat.

You shouldn't talk like that.

Here, it's a gift.

Thank you, sir.

Come with us.

Inside, where it's warm.

What a nice new overcoat!

I didn't steal it,
that man gave it to me.

But it wasn't for you, come inside.

Gusiev.

Come in.

Come on in.

Sit down.

Have a seat, please.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

We'll take care of you.

You're going through
a rough time,

your friends have deserted you,
I know.

I respect young people like you
who live for their ideals.

What ideals?

We know of your relationship
with the terrorist group

responsible for the attack...

Talk to me about
these acquaintances of yours.

stop, you've ruined everything.

Now nothing will be like it was.

Look...

now it's all back in order.

Thank you.

Don't answer right away.

Reflect,

if you think of anything...

the makeup of the group, their goals,
where they are, who their leader is,

who keeps contact switch abroad...

someone must be in contact...
with Bakunin.

You can answer me tomorrow,
the day after...

we're in no hurry.

Thank you, you can
return to your cell.

Take him back.

You'll find lots of dust
to take care of there.

It will help you pass the time,

without being bored.

One more thing.

You had no visitors at the hospital?

Were you this quiet with Dostoevsky?

What did you tell him?

You took him to the portico,
away from everyone.

Did you talk about your relationship
with those criminals?

A reply?

To his cell.

The market place closes in an hour
for the Grand Duke's passage.

- He comes by every year.
- There'll be great celebration.

Aren't they late with preparations?

Last year they began earlier,
but they'll be ready.

They'll even work at night to finish.

You're...

What?

You're...

Aleksandra, Gusiev's friend.

No, I'm Sonia.

You're Aleksandra.

I must speak to you.

Wait, I must speak to you!

Are you alright?

- You're following me?
- No!

I'm here to visit a friend.

Would you like me to assist you?

Sure you don't need help?

Mr. Dostoevsky?

Look, a portrait.

It could be her.

Wait for me.

- I must see Natalia lvanovna.
- Madame has guests.

It's urgent, she'll understand.

Wait here.

Mr. Dostoevsky is here,
he says it's urgent.

What's wrong?

-Only you can help me.
-What's happened?

The young man they arrested...

I didn't lie to you,

he's an acquaintance,
a reader of mine,

nothing more, but...

I have to speak to him.

It's about something very important.

I don't see how I can help.

Your husband is
Chief Appeals Court Prosecutor.

That means nothing, besides
he's being transferred to Moscow.

I know your ideas and your heart.

Then you'll also know
how delicate my position is.

I'm sorry,

I can't help you.

How long have we been working?

At least six hours,

but we can go on, if you like.

- I'm not tired.
- Of course you aren't!

All you have to do is write!

While I... it's not just the book...

I have worries...
terrible ones! A torment!

Let me do that.

Thank you for coming.

I appreciated your professor
sending me

a young woman stenographer
and not a man.

A man would have started drinking
right away.

You won't do that, will you?

- Of course not!
- Do I make you laugh?

I didn't mean to be disrespectful.

Don't feel guilty.

You're young, beautiful,

it's natural that you find me funny.

I'm sorry, they're already here.

Finally, some punctual Russians.

Where were we?

Don't worry.

When the book's done, I'll buy it all
back from the pawn shop.

Please have one.

Sweets...

we can still afford.

Just a moment, wait.

Stop!

Here.

You can go.

show me the list,
what else must you take?

Several months ago,

for an advance of3,000 rubles,

I signed a contract,

I should have refused.

But I had no choice.

Without that advance,
I'd have ended up in jail,

for my debts.

I'm still a free man, as you see,

but at the same time,

I'm lost.

This contract

obliges me to deliver the novel
by the end of the month.

If I don't, my publisher,

stellovsky, that usurer,

will take all the money I earn with
my books for the next ten years!

I'm ruined.

All we have is four days.

I know, Anna, my sweet friend.

You're my last hope.

But we can't make it.

I can't write under these conditions,

I can't write

with a knife at my throat.

For an advance,

one miserable advance,

I've destroyed my life and my books!

Let's get back to work.

You dictate during the day,

and I'll transcribe it all at night,

meantime you'll work on the new part.

Damned Stellovsky!

''Once again I asked myself:
do I really love her?

And once again,

I was unable to answer.

For the hundredth time,

the answer was that I hated her.

I hated her.''

You know what I ask myself

when I look at you?

You, so young

and so pained.

If you'd been in love,

maybe love would have saved you.

A passion,

an overwhelming passion.

Your mind would have been occupied

and your heart wouldn't have been
lost following Bakunin,

following useless and bloody ideas,

destined for defeat.

It's not true what they say.

Often love saves off trouble,

but, not always.

Not always.

There are also passions,

infatuations,

that ruin us.

-A nice portrait.
-Aleksandra!

Was she the leader?

Where is she?

I'm pleased that
you've come to your senses.

Your physician said
by now you were healed,

he was right.

I was starting to doubt him.

Where did you take her?
I want to see her.

Talk first.

she has no part in this.

Return him to his cell.

Don't hurt her, please!

she has no part in this.

Don't hurt her!

Have the archive opened.

Hurry.

News from the hospital?

No one's asked for Gusiev,
they must know of his arrest.

Aleksandra Svonoriova's home
is still under surveillance.

On your feet!

- So?
- He's still at home working.

He's dictating a novel
to a young woman.

- Keep a watch on him.
-Yes sir.

Why did a man like Dostoevsky
go see Gusiev?

I keep asking myself.

Poets and writers, here it is...

Shall I read the last words
you dictated to me?

It pains me to see you working
in these conditions.

Would you like to sit?

- I can work on my feet.
- No, please sit down.

Do you ever have nightmares?

I don't bear the weight you suffer.

If you knew someone
was about to commit a crime,

What would you do?

I'd go to the police.

I'd like to help you,

I can't bear seeing you like this.

You're pale.

I'm making you work too hard,

and with all my raving.

One day your mother will come
and ask account of it.

A walk would do you good.

We don't have time,

you said day and night,
we have to finish.

I simply ask the honor
of taking a walk with you.

When the mist rises...

Be careful.

Take my arm.

...I have the impression
the whole city, populace, homes...

that it's all just a dream,

that everything
might suddenly vanish,

evaporating in the mist.

The woman you speak of in your book

really existed?

But I haven't seen her for two years.

The leading character

is yourself?

When I write,

I draw from life.

Life is a thousand times richer
than any story line.

But sometimes,
the truth seems implausible,

it's our imagination
which makes it more believable.

But don't confuse
what I write with what I am.

The love story you tell

is so painful.

Often, when we fall in love,

it's just to lose ourselves,

or to hate.

No, that's not true.

This can happen in books,

not in life.

In life we fall in love because...

Freedom! Bakunin!

Stop, move back, don't react!

To the university!

The papers!

Go home.

- And you?
- Don't worry, see you tomorrow.

Friends, brothers!

Long live
the free Russian Republic!

Long live Bakunin!

Long live freedom!

Freedom!

In the all the schools
and universities in Russia,

we must let our voices be heard.

What's your name?

- But you're...
- Dostoevsky, you've come here!

-Will you talk to the students?
- No, I'm looking for a girl.

People, long live
the martyrs of Siberia!

The Cossacks!

The Cossacks!

Come down into the cellar.

Get inside!

- Damned bastards!
- Shut up!

Why did you come?
You're no longer one of us.

They won't do anything to you.

You're a writer, you should be
on the people's side.

Get out of here!

You sold out to the Czar.

The Czar has abolished serfs,

he wants to change Russia.

Violence will only slows reforms.

Once you didn't talk like that.

Murderers!

I spent ten years in Siberia.

During those ten years,

I had time to change.

What do you know of the people?

I, though...

have known them.

When I was there,

fifty of us would sleep
in revolting barracks,

on planks of rotten wood.

Among murderers, thieves,

Russians, Kalmucks,

Poles, Chechens, Armenians.

- What are you looking for?
- They stole everything.

My last 10 rubles.

And my New Testament.

I'm sorry, Alej, I won't be able
to teach you to read.

Who took the New Testament?

sons of bitches...

- Knock it off!
- Who stole the New Testament?

I'll slit his throat!

He misses his New Testament!

He even wants to learn to read.

Now he'll never be a professor
like his little friend.

You can still pray to God,

maybe He'll help you find it.

I've always lived in doubt,

but how can a condemned man
give up God as well?

What's all this bedlam? Get back!

Get that table out there!

- I paid you?
-Yes.

Then play!

Here's the little professor!

What a sad face!

Why don't you dance?

Thinkin' about the good old days?

The music's changed.

Dance!

Brigands, look!

A wounded eagle,
I think it has a broken wing,

it can never fly again.

Beautiful!

Poor thing.

We have to heal it.

Heal it?

To have it live in here?

What life's that?

Back to work, come on!

What are you doing here?

- I have to work too.
- Not with us.

You're always underfoot!

Go away, go to them!

Toy our friends the guards!

You artist, can't even stand up?

I'm a comrade of yours too.

What comrade are you to us?

Why do they treat you that way?

Why did they treat you that way?

Because I wasn't one of them.

- I was a writer.
- But you were a political prisoner.

We were strangers...

just strangers.

We'd talk, discuss,
about books, ideals,

but for them, who were illiterate,
it meant nothing.

For them I was a foreigner,
more than Alej, who was Chechen.

They were...

serfs.

They were the people.

How could they stand us?

Damn it, my hatchet!

My hatchet!

God dammit!

Get it back, now!

His hatchet fell?

Stop gawking, get back to work.

You two, hold his rope.

Give him line.

Loosen the grip!

I got it!

I lost it!

He'll never make it!

What's going on?

Commander,

Prisoner Gazin's hatchet fell in
the water, he jumped in for it.

- They're pulling him up.
- Let go of the rope!

What do you care, he's a murderer!

What's this, a mutiny?

- He'll die!
- No lack of bastards here.

I order you to let go.

Do you want two hundred lashes?

Two hundred lashes for them both!

Gently.

Gently, careful.

Bakunin was in Siberia too,
but he never betrayed.

The police have left
the university, get out now!

Comrades,
sons of Mother Russia, listen.

There's only one way
to save the people: free them,

kill the ones suffocating them.

Get out right now,
want the Cossacks coming back?

-Who would you start with?
- The royal family.

Why are you staring at me?

There aren't so many, about thirty.

Come back, I have to talk to you.

Stop!

Wait, don't go away!

I finally found you.

That's enough!

''I'd dared to risk:

I was again a member of mankind.''

- Is my dictation too fast?
- No, go on.

''I decided to leave that very day.

There, I'd never been a servant.

Half an hour before departure,

I went to gamble.

I made a couple ofstakes, and lost

1,500 florins.''

Gusiev?

Did you know him?

Of course he knew him,

isn't that true?

Come away!

Death by suffocation,
he was strangled.

Strange, right here,

on the stairs to your home.

That's strange.

You won't believe this,

but I spent last night

immersed in reading something

gripping.

Instructive too.

It's your life.

Aren't interested in the folder?

Or maybe you dislike dust?

If you like, you can read it.

Everything's there.

Your sympathies in youth
for Socialism, Siberia...

Your gambling.

Years ago I was in Baden Baden
in the same hotel as you.

I saw you at the gambling table,
transformed by the fever to win.

A different man.

Gusiev?

Wasn't he here with you?

Your friend wasn't well.

He wasn't right in the head,
we freed him after just a few hours.

He was just an acquaintance.

So then, why did you want
to give him an overcoat?

Are you always so generous
with your acquaintances?

Maybe you didn't kill him yourself,

but I wonder why he was killed
on your very stairs.

I feel you know his murderers.

What did they want to tell you?
Was this a warning, a signal?

These days I've been working
constantly on my book.

You see,

all your colleagues are here

and there's no record of
Count Tolstoy,

or Turgenev, or Gogol,

having ever found a corpse around.

Listen,

if you ever need other details

or other information on my life
or my sufferings, call me.

The only detail I'm interested in

is what Gusiev told you
at the psychiatric hospital.

I'm waiting anxiously for that!

Pick everything up!

Just a moment, easy!

What do you want?

There was a man here yesterday
with the students: tall, dark skin.

Do you know where I can find him?

I've seen him just a few times,
he talks with the students.

I think he's a dock hand at the Moika.

Monsters! Pieces of shit!

Leave her alone!

I'd rather cut it off
than come with you.

Cut it off, for all its good!

Come with me,
I'll make you feel real good.

Lord, all these sins!

Lord, help them, forgive them!

You took all I had!

You slut, I'll kill you.

You're rich?

Give me a handful of coins.

Give me a ruble, you rich pig!

You can't just walk away.

May their eyes be opened,
God, forgive them.

Lay Your merciful hand on them!

I'm good, a real artist,
you'll love it.

- What's that guy lookin' at?
- Lookin' for company.

Who are you?
What are you lookin' for?

What more do you want from us?

Why did you kill Gusiev,
he was one of your own.

He's dead?

Good, the Third Section
did our work for us.

The police say you did it.

Why did you kill him?

He must have died at their hands,
it's the Imperial Chancellery's way.

You should know, didn't you
learn anything in Siberia?

- I have to talk to Aleksandra.
- I don't know her.

You knew Gusiev well.

If I see you again I'll kill you and
they won't say it was the police!

Let's go!

Hurry.

Come in.

- Inspector General...
- ''Gogol''.

Is it you who killed him?

Care for some tea?

- Did you kill him?
- No.

Do you know why you accuse us?

You feel responsible

and you must find a culprit.

His comrades didn't kill him.

How do you know that?

There's just one way
to give a sense to that boy's death:

talk to us about his murderers.

I don't know who they are.

If you'd come directly to me,
Gusiev would still be alive.

Your silence got him killed.

And this torments you.

- I'm tired.
- We've almost finished.

You're beautiful,

do you know that?

Will you deliver the novel
without the last sentence?

You're right, let's go on.

''I won.

I left the gambling house
twenty minutes later

with 170 florins in my pocket.

That's what it can mean
sometimes, to bet

your last florin.

And if I hadn't had the courage?

Hadn't dared decide?

What would have happened?

Tomorrow...

Tomorrow

it will all be over.''

Is that it?

That's it.

- What do you want?
- I have a book for stellovsky.

His Excellency will return tomorrow.

Open up!

I have a contract
that requires delivery today

and your lord knew it!

He knew it!

My lord told me
to accept no deliveries.

He knew it.

Give me your hand.

It runs on water.

Interesting, isn't it?

You're the niece...

Aleksandra Svonoriova.

What do you want from me?

One of your comrades
told me everything,

Gusiev.

I know what you're planning,

I've come to tell you

not to kill...

and not to get killed.

Enough death,

enough madness.

Our country needs young people
like yourselves.

But it's not with blood that
we can give birth to a new future.

Gusiev was in love with you.

He told me to find you, he didn't
want you to waste your life,

as he did.

You're saying things we already know.

Do you propose we give up fighting

and wait for the rich
to be ashamed of their wealth?

You wrote that.

Should we resign ourselves?

stand by and watch?

The poor should be docile
as their children die of hunger

as their girls become prostitutes!

Have you come to tell us this?

Between you and the people you say
you're fighting for, there's an abyss

which gets deeper every day.

With bloody streets, bombs, corpses,
you won't convince the people!

-That's not true!
- It is!

The people will thank us,

they just have to be awakened.

This is just the beginning.

Go ahead and wait
for the world to be better,

with your bland faith.

We'd rather fight,

as you once did.

You fought and incited to fight.

Put them there.

We're young,
you're a frightened old man.

-That's true.
-You've betrayed the revolution.

I never thought of killing anyone,

not even when I was young.

- That's bad.
- Bad?

You can kill a thousand
to save millions.

The people will never follow you,

and God, God will punish you!

They'll explode today.

Did you think
you'd convince us differently?

But, if you yourself
want this attack to happen...

Did you do the inspection
at the Moika?

You can't enter,
the inspector is busy.

- It's urgent.
- You cannot, stop!

They're going to kill the Grand Duke.

This evening at 6,
in the marketplace.

- Who told you?
- Gusiev, at the psychiatric asylum.

And his comrades,
Aleksandra Svonoriova and Trifonov.

- I've met with all of them.
- Where, when?

In the abandoned factory
at the Moika, half an hour ago.

Get me Sprovtzev, now!

Why did you come so late?

Because I'm their leader.

I'm the one who took Bakunin's place,
everyone knows that.

You, Bakunin?

Go home and rest,

I have things to do now.

I've been waiting for you.

Too late, they've already left.

But don't worry,

the marketplace is surrounded
and the carriage will change route,

the Grand Duke no longer runs a risk.

Sit down.

Please, sit down.

Last night,

I nosed around in your life again.

A stirring life,

perhaps more than your novels

and I understood something:

your deportation
didn't last ten years,

but your entire life,

between nightmares and fears.

Hear the ticking of that clock?

Everything here is in abandon,
but it: ''Tic, tac...''

Know why you're here?

You've written the answer yourself.

''The need to throw yourself
into the abyss

to look at the bottom

and then come crawling back up.''

But it's not just that.

You feel responsible for their acts

and you're right.

Your books

are much more inflammatory than
Bakunin's terrorist proclamations.

That's not true.

I've fought against him
my whole life,

against fanaticism, violence.

All your novels seem to be
against the revolutionaries,

but in reality,
you demonstrate very well

the need for that struggle.

In any case, you're right.

Is that you saying so?

I've always had to deal with
criminal politicians,

Fourier, Proudhon, Marx, Bakunin...

Do you know what I think?

That, deep down,

there's truth in what they say.

Then why do you fight them?

I'm sure the revolution will win.

But I'm paid

to see it happen as late as possible.

What's that in your hand?

- Nothing that concerns you.
- Your latest novel?

You should have delivered it
today to Stellovsky,

but that shark wasn't around.

A real problem.

Give it to me.

No.

Give me the manuscript.

It's your receipt of delivery.

To divulge and protect art

is one the duties of the State

and of its civil servants.

I too, have a confession to make.

Gusiev wasn't murdered by anyone,

he hanged himself

in his cell.

I had the body
taken to your building,

I hoped to learn
if you knew something.

The methods of the Third Section
of the Imperial Chancellery.

Don't go overboard,

it can become dangerous.

Every abyss has its bottom.

I went to the police.

What?

- What did you tell them?
- Everything I knew.

Why did you do that?

Why?

Are you crazy?

You shouldn't have come here.

The house is under surveillance.

- More police are coming.
- Show me the back door.

I gave them the time
and place of the attack.

All precautionary measures
have been taken,

you can no longer act.

Don't worry, everyone's in position.

- You don't see, they'll arrest you.
- No!

There's one thing
you couldn't tell the police.

The place of the attack.

We changed it.

I knew you'd report us.

Hurry, there's little time.

I've known your name
since I was a child.

You've no idea how ardently
I read your novels.

A few years ago I heard you speak.

For me, you weren't
just a great writer,

but a man returning from Siberia.

You read ''The Prophet'' by Puskin.

You read with strength and fervor.

The hall was swept up by your words.

When you spoke the final verses,

I knew the waiting was over,

it was time to act.

So, when you wanted to see me,

I just couldn't say no.

We'll go via the attic
and rooftops, hurry!

- I'm coming with you.
- No, goodbye.

-Wait for me!
-Go!

I'm coming too.

Hurry!

I'll help you.

- It's nothing.
- Lean on me.

The door, hurry! Break it down!

This is madness,
you're going to your death!

Why do you want to die?

Why?

I'm sorry, you can't understand...

it's too late for you.

- They're waiting at the cathedral.
-At the cathedral?

That's where the attack will be.

I know you won't betray me this time.

- Don't go!
- Farewell.

Don't go!

As Chief Appeals Court Prosecutor
you must report to the supreme Court.

It is my duty.

Did your niece come here often?

You said she didn't live here.

You surely can give us
essential useful information.

Where have you been?

The Grand Duke has requested your
presence at the 5 o'clock reception,

and there's your literary evening.

I know, I'm aware,

I have to speak to the Grand Duke.

-You're still here?
-You said to wait for you.

Did it go well?

- Were you able to deliver the book?
-Yes.

I must see the Grand Duke at 5
and I'm not ready,

at 5 o'clock precisely.

Gentlemen, here's our awaited guest.

This man is not only a gifted writer,

but is one who battles
for the great destiny of our empire,

for the Orthodox faith,
for the Russian people.

Marquess Tikhonova, it is my honor
to introduce Dostoevsky.

I'm honored to meet you.

I thank you, Marquess.

- When will the Grand Duke arrive?
- In a few moments.

How's your new novel coming?

Very well.

I read the latest chapter
of your ''Diary of a Writer''.

There are some fundamental ideas
which the people must know...

Welcome!

They exaggerate, my dear sir.

The Russian people, and I know them
well, are a healthy people.

When will the Grand Duke arrive?
I must speak to him.

A few moments yet,
don't worry, you'll speak to him.

Nihilism and all ideas of that ilk,

are totally extraneous
to the people and their souls,

like the idea of our revolutionaries
to kill the Czar.

These criminals don't realize that,
for the Russian people,

the Czar isn't king,

like for the French and English,
but a father, the father of us all!

I fear patriotism is in decline,

especially among the young people
and not only at universities...

We're living in troubled times,

Bakunin's ideas are a poison
that invades the veins of our youth.

For many it becomes a religion
which keeps making converts,

but we all must fight
these subversive ideas!

Please sit down.

You know...

a very strange idea
has just come to mind.

We're here, we listen, applaud,

but it's just a dream.

suddenly we wake up

and no one's here anymore,

we've all disappeared,

vanished.

Excuse me please.

We must tell the guests.

The Grand Duke will not honor us
with his presence,

he'll go directly to the cathedral
for the Memorial Mass...

You must stop him,

I implore you, stop the Grand Duke,

he absolutely must not
go to the cathedral.

If he goes to the cathedral...

he'll die.

What are you saying? Are you well?

What's got into him?

Oh, my God!

Just a moment!

Why didn't you open to me?

Fyodor Mikhailovich had another
attack, a very violent one.

- It's the fourth today.
- Watch the children.

What was the country like?

- Nice.
- But it rained.

Fedya!

do you know me?

Come on!

We made the driver rush.

I thought I'd be late

for the literary evening.

Drink a little.

Anya...

Where have you been?

In the country.

How long?

A week.

-A week?
-Yes.

But we just finished today

writing our book.

That was ten years ago,

when we met.

You've been very ill, haven't you?

Come on.

Don't you remember?

You helped me dress for the literary
evening, didn't you?

We must inform the Circle,
it's best you don't go.

You're beautiful...

You're a bit better, aren't you?

There was a little boy here.

It must have been yesterday,

he was playing with sticks
to warm me.

I'm very happy I met you.

Let's sit down.

I feel the end is near.

What are you saying?

I wasn't able to do it.

I wasn't able to comprehend
the mystery of Man.

He moves further from God every day,

who knows what he'll find.

Fyodor!

- Did you hear that?
- What?

Fyodor, it's healed!

Fedya, stay here!

Where are you going?

Fedya, now we can free him!

Let's go outside, let's free him.

Come on!

Let him go.

How beautiful!

He smelled freedom.

Freedom...

Freedom...