All language subtitles for Crime and Punishment (1970) Part 1

M. Gorky Film Studio

CRIME
AND PUNISHMENT

Based on the novel by
Fyodor M. Dostoyevsky

Part One

Screenplay by N. FIGUROVSKY
L. KULIDZHANOV

Directed by
L. KULIDZHANOV

Director of Photography
V. SHUMSKY

Production Designer
P. PASHKEVICH

Cast:

Raskolnikov
Georgy TARATORKIN

Porfiry Petrovich
Innokenty SMOKTUNOVSKY

Sonya Marmeladova
Tatiana BEDOVA

Avdotya Romanovna
Victoria FYODOROVA

Svidrigailov
Efim KOPELYAN

Marmeladov
Yevgeny LEBEDEV

Yekaterina Ivanovna
Maya BULGAKOVA

Pulkheria Alexandrovna
Irina GOSHEVA

Luzhin - V. BASOV
Razumikhin - A. PAVLOV

Alyona Ivanovna
Ye. YEVSTRATOVA

Yelizaveta Ivanovna - L. SOKOLOVA
Nastasya - I. MAKAROVA

Zamyotov - V. NOSIK

Lebezyatnikov - Yu. MEDVEDEV
Zosimov - Ye. LAZAREV

Lieutenant Powder - Yu. SARANTSEV
Nikodim Fomich - Yu. VOLKOV

The Marmeladov Children - L.SHEPELEV
L. PESKOVETSKAYA, M. SOLDATOVA

Oh, my God!

Here I am, getting ready to commit
such an act, and I'm frightened!

Frightened of the least little thing.

A man holds everything in his hands,

and he lets it all slip through them
because he is afraid.

That is a truth.

I would like to know what people
are most afraid of.

Of taking a new step,

of using a new word
they've just made up.

But I'm talking too much.

I don't do anything
because I talk too much.

Or maybe I talk too much
because I don't do anything.

It's this last month that
I've learned to talk too much.

Staying cooped up in my hole for
days on end, thinking, thinking...

Thinking of the days of yore.

Why am I going there?

Why am I taking this walk?

Isn't it possible to stop?

To change everything?

Not to go there at all?

Am I capable of doing such a thing?

Am I serious?

No!

Not in the least!

So... I'm only
amusing myself.

Playing a game...

Yes, I'm just playing a game.

Always muttering to himself...

I've brought tea.
Would you like some?

Tea? From the landlady?

No chance of that! She's going
to the police about you.

Police? What for?

You won't pay the rent,
but you won't get out either.

Damn!

It's so untimely.
She's a fool!

Well, she may be a fool,

but if you're so smart, do something.

Before, you gave lessons to children.
Why don't you do anything now?

- I'm doing something.
- What are you doing?

Working.

- What kind of work?
- I'm thinking.

Did you make a lot of money by that?

They pay kopecks for the lessons.

Do you expect to get a fortune?

That's right! A fortune!

I forgot to tell you.
A letter came for you.

- A letter? From whom?
- I don't know.

I gave the postman 3 kopecks of my
own. Will you pay me back?

Nastasya, leave me alone, for God's
sake.

My dear Rodya,

It's over two months since I last had
a talk with you in by letter,

which has distressed me and even kept
me awake at night, thinking.

You know how I love you.

You're all we have to look to, Dunya
and I.

You are our all,
our hope and our consolation.

What a grief it was to me and your
sister when we heard

that you had given up the University
for want of means to keep yourself.

But how could I help you out of my
120 rubles a year pension?

The 15 rubles that I sent you
four months ago,

I borrowed, as you know,
on security of that same pension.

I know, Mother. I've read about it.
Why are you going with me?

Don't I know
how you read?

Something here, something there,
just to grasp the meaning.

No, Mother, I do remember
the details very well.

How you and Dunya lived in poverty,
how she found a job as a governess.

How that scoundrel, Svidrigailov,
began making passes at her.

Imagine a situation an honest girl got
in when she agreed to a date with him,

only to persuade Mr. Svidrigailov
to leave her alone and open his eyes

to a scandalous nature of his
behavior, as a husband and a father.

And, all of a sudden, Marfa Petrovna
catches them together

and makes a scene ofjealousy
in front of Dunya.

I remember it, Mother.

They flung her things in a plain
peasant's cart... driving her out like...

Yes, yes, yes!

What are you ringing for? You know
that there's no one there now.

When Mr. Svidrigailov began getting
close to Dunya too conspicuously,

she wrote him a letter.

Well, I've written you about it.

Please, don't, Mother.
These people are eavesdropping.

- Luzhin's put them to look after us.
- Luzhin?!

Yes, Dunya's fiance, a relative of
Marfa Petrovna Svidrigailova.

When she found out the truth,
she wanted to make amends

and decided to arrange Dunya's
happiness.

- Happiness?
- Well, well-being.

Of course, Mr. Luzhin is not young,
but he's got money.

Enough! I remember! You've written
about it. But it'll never happen!

I know for whom all this is being done!
But I won't accept this sacrifice!

I won't! I won't!

No, I won't!

May I venture,
my dear sir,

to engage you in polite conversation?

Though your exterior would not command
respect,

even so my experience tells me...

...that you're a man of education
and not accustomed to drinking.

I've always respected education
in conjunction with genuine sentiment.

Besides, I'm a titular
counselor.

Marmeladov, that is my name.

May I ask you
if you're in the state's service?

- No. I'm a student.
- So you're a student!

Or you must've been a student.
I knew it.

I could tell it!

That's experience, my dear sir.
A life-long experience.

Poverty is no vice and that's
the truth.

And drunkenness is no virtue either.

But misery, my dear sir, that's
what is immoral!

May I ask you out of simple curiosity,

if you have ever slept on the Neva,

on a hay barge?

- No, I have not happened to.
- Well, I have.

I've just come from my fifth night
on one.

Funny fellow!

Why don't you go to work?

Why don't you go to your office
if you're a counselor?

Why don't I work,
my dear sir?

You think it causes me no suffering
to know that I'm good for nothing?

Have you ever asked to lend you money
when you knew it was useless?

Yes, I have.
What do you mean, useless?

Knowing, in advance,
that you'll get nothing.

Why should they give you money?

They know they won't get it back.

And even knowing he won't give it,
I set off to him...

Why do you go?

Because there are times
when you must do something,

you must have somewhere to go.

When my only-begotten daughter

first went on the street
with her yellow card...

Yes, my daughter has the yellow
card of a prostitute...

I'm Raskolnikov, the student.
I was here a month ago.

I remember you.
Yes, I remember when you came.

Well, I'm here for the same reason.

Come in then.

What do you want?

Here. I'd like to pawn this.

- You haven't repaid the last loan.
- Be patient.

It's up to me whether I'll wait

or sell your pledge.

Give me at least 4 rubles. I'll
redeem it.

It was my father's.
I'm expecting some money soon.

A ruble and a half, an you must
give me the interest now.

- A ruble and a half?!
- Take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

That's ten kopecks per month
for each ruble.

So for a ruble and a half
that makes fifteen kopecks.

With twenty kopecks for the other
two rubles from a month ago,

it makes thirty-five kopecks.

So for the watch you've just pawned
you get one ruble fifteen kopecks.

I may be bringing something else soon.

A silver cigarette case.

We'll talk about that when you
bring it.

You're always at home, Alyona Ivanovna?
Is your sister Lizaveta Ivanovna here?

What business is it of yours where
she is?

None at all. I was just asking,
that's all...

- Goodbye, Alyona Ivanovna.
- Goodbye, young man.

Are you sorry for me, sir, or not?

Tell me, sir, are you sorry or not?!

What are you to be pitied for?

Why am I to be pitied, you say?

Yes, there's nothing to pity me for.

I ought to be crucified, not pitied!

Do you suppose, seller, that this
pint of yours has been sweet to me?

No, it was tribulation I sought at the
bottom of it, and have found it.

And I have tasted it.

But He will pity us
who has had pity on all men,

who has understood all men and all
things.

He will come and He will ask:

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with his mark.

But come you also.>>

And we will kneel down and weep.

Lord! Thy Kingdom come!

That way, Yelizaveta Ivanovna,
you could decide for yourself.

- Come along tomorrow at seven.
- At seven?

So frightened of Alyona Ivanovna.
You're like a little child with her.

She's only your half-sister,
but she's bullying you...

If I were you, I wouldn't say
anything to Alyona Ivanovna.

You just come along. It'll be worth
your while.

And your sister will see it too.

- Perhaps I'll come.
- Tomorrow, around seven.

- We'll have a cup of tea.
- All right, I'll come. About seven.

About seven.

All right, I'll come about seven.

About seven... about seven...

About seven, about seven, about seven...

About seven, about seven...

About seven, about seven.

It's already seven o'clock!

Anybody there?

Mitka, hand me the bucket!

Can't you get it yourself?

Here. Grab it.

Good evening, Alyona Ivanovna.
Come in here, to the light.

What do you want?
Who are you, anyway?

Don't you remember me?
I'm Raskolnikov.

I've brought something to pawn,
as I said I would.

Why do you look as if you don't
believe me? As if you don't know me?

All right, I'll pawn it somewhere
else.

What's the matter? Why are you
so nervous?

What have you got?

A silver cigarette case.
I told you about it.

Why are you so pale, young man?

Did something scare you?

It's a fever.

You'd be pale, too, if you didn't
have anything to eat.

Well, what is it?

It's a silver cigarette case.
Take a look.

It doesn't seem heavy enough to be
silver.

What a knot!

You certainly have tied it up!

What's going on? Are they both asleep?
Or murdered, or what?

Alyona Ivanovna!
Old witch!

Yelizaveta Ivanovna!
My dear beauty!

Open up!

Are they asleep?

It can't be that there's no one there.

I've almost broken the door.

Strange. Where could the old
woman be?

Why did she tell me to come
at this hour?

She made the appointment herself,
the old witch! I don't live next door.

Look!

You see how the door gives
when you pull it?

That means it's only hooked.

See how it moves?

To fasten the hook in the inside,
someone must be there. Understand?

Well, you're right.
What the hell then...

Let's go down to the watchman.
We'll make him wake them up.

Good idea.

You wait here. I'll run down and
get him.

- Why should I wait here?
- One never knows.

- Right.
- There's something peculiar going on.

What the hell...

What the hell!

- We should check if it's hooked.
- It is, I assure you.

- I told you to wait upstairs.
- I got scared, damn it.

You got scared!.
There's something funny about it.

I thought it was stupid to just
stand there.

Open the door!

Are you alive or not?
He's always snoring away.

Open up!
It's almost eleven!

- Maybe he's out.
- The door's bolted from the inside.

As if somebody's going to steal him.
Open the door, idiot! Wake up!

A notice for you from the station.

What station?

The police station.
Everybody knows what station.

- What for?
- How should I know?

They call you, so you better go.

Oh God, he looks downright sick.

Don't go if you're sick.
There's no fire.

What's that you got in your hand?

Look at him sleeping with some rags,
like it's a real treasure.

No, I'm going.

I'll go at once.

Furov!

You may sit down, Louisa Ivanovna.

Excuse me.

What do you want?

See the secretary over there.

You'll have to wait.

What do you want?

It's about the recovery of
a debt from this student.

At what time
were you told to appear?

I was only given the notice
a quarter of an hour ago.

Isn't it enough that I've gotten
out of a sickbed to come?

- Will you please not shout?
- I was speaking very quietly.

- You're in a public office!
- So are you!

And not only are you shouting but
smoking too. You show no respect.

I beg your pardon, but it's none of
your business. A fine student you are!

You'd better give
your statement.

And you, hussy! You shameless slut!
What happened at your place last night?

Another brawl!
The whole street heard you!

You want to get sent back to jail?

llya Petrovich.

No brawl, no noise,
my dear captain.

He came drunk and ordered
three more bottles of wine.

He played piano with his feet
and then he screamed

that he'd write satirical pieces
in paper.

Haven't I warned you?
That's what they are like.

Those writers, students,
gossipmongers!

Get out of here! I'll call on you
myself. So you'd better watch out!

Thunder and lightning! Hurricanes!

You exploding again? I could hear
you all the way downstairs.

And here we have a writer,
I mean a student. An ex-student.

Won't pay his debts. Prefers to give
I.O.U's. Won't vacate his room either.

And has the nerve to reproach me
for smoking in his presence.

Just look at him
at his best!

Poverty is no vice. Our gunpowder
explodes whenever he's slighted.

You must have taken offense too
and lost control. You shouldn't have.

He's a splendid fellow, really.
But he's gunpowder!

He explodes when he gets worked up.

But really he has a heart of gold.

His regiment called him Lieutenant
Powder.

And a great regiment it was, too!

Forgive me, please, Captain.

I'm ready to beg everyone's pardon
if I've been ill-mannered.

I'm only a poor and sick student.

But I'll get the money, my mother
and sister will send it to me...

These details do not concern us.

Now you're being too harsh.

Go on, write.

- What do you want me to write?
- Just follow this model.

I, so and so, confirm the accuracy of
this I.O.U. letter and declare...

I think the rest is clear.

It's impossible.

They're both bound to be released.
The whole story contradicts itself.

Why should they have called
the watchman if they did it?

To report on themselves? Or was it
a clever ruse?

No, that would have been too smart.

One of them was seen at the gate

by two watchmen and a woman just
before he went in.

Koch spent a half hour at the jeweler's
before he went to the old woman.

How do you explain this? They've said
themselves that the door was locked.

And when they returned with the watch-
man, the door was open.

But that's just the point. The murderer
was there, bolting the door inside.

He would definitely have been caught,
if Koch hadn't been a fool.

He must have seized that moment
to slip downstairs somehow.

Koch keeps saying prayers of
thanksgiving.

He's sure that if he'd stayed,

the murderer would have leaped out
and slaughtered him with an axe.

What's wrong with you?
Are you sick?

Yes, it's my head...
Anything else?

No.

You just sign at the bottom.

And no one saw the murderer?

How could they? The house is a regular
Noah's Ark. It's all quite clear.

No. It is not all quite clear...

What's the matter with you?

How long have you been ill?

Since yesterday.

Did you go out yesterday?

- I did.
- In spite of being ill?

Yes.

Where did you go, if I may ask?

For a walk.

Short and clear.

- He can hardly stand, and you...
- Never mind.

Very well, we won't detain you any
longer.

POLICE STATION

What's wrong?
Are things as bad as that?

Well, you beat us all by your turnout.

You're not well.
Do you know that?

I came here...

Well...

I don't have any lessons,
and I would like...

Though it doesn't matter, I don't
want any.

Wait a minute, idiot. Why the devil
did you come then? Have you gone mad?

I came because I don't know
anybody else but you.

And you're better than the others,
you can judge.

And now I realize
I don't need anything.

Stay a minute, you sweep!

I haven't any lessons either, but
it doesn't matter.

There's a bookseller at the flea
market.

He publishes pamphlets
on natural science.

I translate them for him from
the German for six rubles a signature.

Some scandals from Rousseau's
Confessions. You can do them.

Here, take three rubles and start
translating.

When you finish the signature, you'll
get the other three rubles.

I don't want translations.

What the devil do you want then?

Where are you living?

The devil damn you!

Silence!

Silence!

Where are you going?

I hate you! I hate you!

I was telling you!
I have warned you!

Haven't eaten all day!

Why have you been wandering all over
when you should've been in bed?

Nastasya, why did he beat
the landlady?

Who beat the landlady?

Lieutenant Powder from the police.
Just now on the stairs.

Why don't you say something?

It's the blood.

What blood?
What are you talking about?

No one beat the landlady.

I heard them. I wasn't sleeping.

That man from the police.
And everyone came out to watch.

No one has been here.
It's your blood you heard.

When there's no way for it to get out,

it gets clotted and then you
begin to hear things.

Give me something to drink, Nastasya.

It's good you came to yourself.

You've hardly eaten for four days.
You've been delirious.

The improper diet. Hasn't been
getting enough beer and horse radish.

Who are you?

Your mother has sent you a money
order through Vakhrushin.

If you've recovered your senses,
I'm to give you thirty-five rubles.

- Vakhrushin?
- Yes.

Oh yes, I remember.

He knows merchant Vakhrushin. That
proves he's recovered his senses.

He'll have to sign the receipt.

He will. Now, Rodia,
scribble us a nice Raskolnikov.

These days money for us is sweeter
than molasses.

No.
I don't want it.

You don't want it?
So you're joking again?

Don't pay any attention. He's
delirious again. He'll sign it.

- I can come back some other time.
- Why come again? You're a wise man.

Rodia, you don't want to delay our
guest, do you?

I can do it myself.

Bravo!
How about something to eat now?

- What are you doing here?
- It's a long story.

When you decamped in that rascally way
without leaving your address,

I resolved to find you out and punish
you.

I ran about making inquiries for you.
Then I went to the address bureau.

And only fancy, in two minutes they
looked you up. Your name is down there.

- My name?
- Sure thing.

And yet a General Kobelev they could
not find while I was there.

Well, it's a long story.
Now to business.

Here are 35 rubles. I take ten of them
I'll give you an account in 2 hours.

- Did I say anything in delirium?
- Sure. You were beside yourself.

- What did I rave about?
- What people do rave about...

- What did I say?
- You said nothing about a countess.

Something about chains, about a gray
stone, about a watchman.

You asked so piteously
for fringe for your trousers.

Oh, my God!

Tell me, God... tell me,
do they know or don't they?

What am I to do?

That's what I've forgotten.

All at once I remember and then
I forget.

It doesn't matter. I'll escape.

I'll go to America.

What if they have their watchmen
there too?

Here are two specimens of headgear.

This Palmerston
or this jewel?

What do you suppose, Rodia, I paid
for it? Nastasya?

Twenty kopecks, I dare say.

Twenty kopecks, silly? Nowadays
you would cost more than that.

Eighty kopecks, and that only because
it has been worn.

United American States.

Quite respectable, although a little
worn.

And a waistcoat to match.
Quite in the fashion.

The underwear and some other clothes.

- Just look at these boots.
- Perhaps they won't fit?

Not fit? Just look.

They took the size
from this monster.

What money was all that bought with?

Why, what the messenger brought
from Vakhrushin yesterday.

Your mother sent it.
Have you forgotten that too?

I remember now.

Nine rubles and 55 kopecks.
Your change, please, 45 kopecks.

So we've got 25 rubles left.

Don't worry about the rent.
A complete harmony with your landlady.

She gives you a limitless credit.
Isn't that right, Nastasya?

You sly dog.

Ah, Zosimov, you finally got here.
You see, he's come to.

I see, I see.

Well, how are we feeling today?

Fine.

Fine.

He's doing fine.

I'm well. I'm perfectly well.

That's fine.

Well, he can eat whatever he wants to.
Tea and soup.

But you mustn't give him cucumbers
or mushrooms or meat.

No more medicines.

I'll come by and see him tomorrow.

And he'd better stay in bed for
a while, though... we'll see tomorrow.

Oh, that's too bad. I'm having
a house-warming this evening.

He could at least lie on the sofa.

- You're coming, aren't you?
- Maybe late. What are you planning?

Tea, vodka, herring. They'll serve
a pie. Just a few close friends.

Who exactly?

My uncle has arrived.

Porfiry Petrovich will be there,
the head of the investigation section.

- One of your relatives, too?
- A very distant one.

Some students, a teacher,
Zamyotov is coming.

Zamyotov? From the police?

What can you two possibly have
in common with Zamyotov?

Oh, how particular we're getting!

- He takes bribes.
- I don't care.

He took such a good care of Rodia,
never leaving him for a minute.

He did? He was here?

He nursed you like a baby, patiently
listening to that stuff about fringe.

- We do have something in common.
- I'd like to know what?

Didn't I tell you about the murder
of that old witch of a pawnbroker?

There's a painter mixed up in it.

I heard about the murder. I got
interested when I read about in.

Lizaveta was murdered too.

Lizaveta?

She sold old clothes, remember?
The one who mended that shirt for you.

- What about the painter?
- Also accused of the murder.

First they arrested... what were
their names? Koch and Pestryakov.

Everything's done so stupidly here,
it even makes you sick.

Don't get hot.

Why am I so upset? Because of
their disgusting, petrified routine.

This painter wanted to pawn
some gold earrings.

He asked two rubles for them.

Of course, they got suspicious
and threw him in jail.

Is there any evidence?

Evidence? What evidence?
He just confessed under pressure.

He said he found them behind the door
of the apartment they were painting.

Behind the door?!

- They were behind the door?
- Yes.

What?

What's the matter?

- What's wrong with you?
- Nothing.

He must have been dreaming.

Well, go on. What next?

They've simply taken him for
the murderer.

And all the witnesses say

that they were chasing one another,
like children, laughing and screaming.

Does this state of mind fit in
with axes, bloodshed and robbing?

It's strange, but...

It's been proved that this thing came
from the old woman's chest.

Come in.

- Rodion Romanovich Raskolnikov?
- That's him. What do you want?

Yes, I'm Raskolnikov. What is it?

I'm Pyotr Petrovich Luzhin.

I hope that my name is not
completely unknown to you.

Nastasya, get the gentleman
something to sit on.

Your mother...

It's all right...
Please, go.

Your mother had begun a letter to
you before I left her side...

Yes, I know. I know.
You're the fiance. I know that.

If I had known of your illness, I'd
have come sooner, but my business...

I have an important affair
in the senate.

Not to mention other preoccupations
which you can well imagine.

I'm expecting your mother and
sister at any moment.

- I've found a lodging for them.
- Where?

Very near here,
in Bakaleyev's house.

A disgusting place, filthy, stinking.
And of a doubtful character.

Things have happened there.
It's cheap, though.

I could not find out so much about it,
for I'm a stranger in Petersburg.

Our future apartment,
I'm having it done up.

Meanwhile I'm myself cramped
in my friend's apartment.

Is it true that you told your fiancee
Within an hour of her acceptance,

that what pleased you most was that
she was a beggar

because it was better
to raise a wife from poverty,

so that you may have complete control
and reproach her, being her benefactor.

My dear sir!

To twist my words in such a way!

I know who's responsible.
In other words...

It was your mother who did this.

If you say another word about my
mother, I'll throw you down the stairs.

Now you listen to me, sir. I felt
your animosity the minute I came in.

But I stayed expressly to find out
more about you.

I might forgive much to a sick man and
a relative, but I'll never forgive you!

I am not sick!

So much the worse!

Go to hell!

How could you?

Leave me alone!

Get out, you're torturing me!

I'm not afraid of you!
I'm not afraid of any of you!

Get out of here!
I want to be alone. Alone!

Alone...

We'd better go.

We can't leave him in such a state.

Let's go.

Hey, sir!

You've got so thin.

Have you been in a hospital?

Get me all the newspapers you have
for the last week.

Why, only yesterday Razumikhin told me
that you were still delirious.

You lead quite a life, Mr. Zamyotov.

- All the champagne you can drink.
- All the champagne.

- Just a small glass.
- A retainer?

You never miss a chance.
It's all right, nice boy.

Here are the latest papers.
Shall I bring vodka?

- No, tea. I'll give you a good tip.
- Yes, sir.

So, little sparrow, you're curious
about me, aren't you?

Yes, I am.
What's so interesting in the papers?

The news.

Are they writing about all those
fires?

I wasn't reading about fires.

Why not confess that you'd like very
much to know what I'm reading about?

I couldn't care less. I just asked.
Can't one ask a simple question?

- What's wrong with all of you?
- Pricking up your ears?

- Whatever do you mean by that?
- I'll tell you later.

But right now let me tell you this...
No, not that.

Let me confess.
No, not that either.

Let me make a statement,
and you will write it down. Yes.

What I was reading, interested in,
looking for, what brought me here,

was the murder of that old pawnbroker.

So what?
Why tell me?

Do you like to listen to street
singing?

I love it.

Especially on a cold autumn night.

And it must be a damp night.

The people on the street
are all green and pale.

Or the snow begins to fall,
with no wind.

And you watch the street lamps
through it.

I don't know. I'm sorry.

Either you're mad or...

Or? Or what?
Go on, say it. Or what?

Forget it. It's all nonsense.

What if it was I who killed
that old woman and Lizaveta?

That's impossible!

You believed it.

I didn't. And now...

You thought so before.
So you don't believe it?

What were you talking about
after I left the office?

Why did Lieutenant Powder question me?

How much?

Thirty kopecks altogether.

There's twenty more for you.

What a lot I've got! All kinds of
notes. 25 rubles. Where did I get it?

You know I didn't have a kopeck.

Well, that's enough.
Goodbye... It's been nice.

She came to my place early in
the morning, all dressed up.

So I said,

And she says, 01:03:54,337
All dressed up
like a fashion plate!

What's a fashion plate?

Pictures in color from abroad
showing how you're supposed to dress.

Men are usually
wearing fur coats,

but when it comes to women,
well, my boy,

you can't imagine all the ruffles...

What do you want?

What is it?
Who are you?

The floor's been washed.

There's no blood.

What blood?

The old woman and her sister were
murdered.

There was a pool of blood.

Who are you anyway?

- Me?
- Yes.

Let's go to the police station.
I'll tell you there.

It's time to lock up here.
We're late. We're leaving now.

And he didn't marry her.

That happens.

But it's no way to act.

What do you want?

- Been to the police?
- Just came back. What about it?

- Are they still there?
- They are.

- The lieutenant too?
- He was there. What do you want?

He came to look at the apartment.

- What apartment?
- The one we're painting.

That's what he said.

>

Who are you?

Rodion Raskolnikov, formerly a student.

I live in Schill's house.
Ask the watchman there, he knows me.

We ought to take him to the police
station.

- Let's go.
- Yes, let's take him.

- What do you want anyway?
- Are you afraid to go to the police?

What do you mean, afraid?
Why are you bothering us?

You rogue.

You trying to cause trouble?
Get out of here!

Tramp! Trouble-maker!

You heard me! Go on!

That's funny.
He doesn't look drunk...

Well, only God knows...

You meet all kind of people now.

We should've taken him to the police.

No, we're better off leaving him alone.
A real good-for-nothing.

Get mixed up with that kind,
you'll be sorry. Believe me.

Oh, the poor man!

I couldn't miss him!

If I'd been going fast or hadn't tried
to stop him. I was going slowly.

That's the truth.
He yelled three times at him to stop.

Yes, three times. We all heard him.

I'm sure he must have been drunk.

I tried to stop the horses.
But he fell right under their hooves.

They're young horses,
and they pulled a bit.

He screamed, and that made them pull
harder. How terrible!

I know who he is.

He's a retired counselor,
Marmeladov.

He lives just there. Not far.

Get him a doctor. I'll pay for it!

You can't imagine, dear Polya,

what a happy luxurious life
we had in my papa's house.

Papa was a civil colonel.

He was only a step from being
a governor.

You must mend this tear, you must
take your needle and darn it.

A kammerjunker had just
come from Petersburg.

He was a prince.

He danced the mazurka with me...

Oh, God...

What are they bringing?

- Where should we put him?
- Over there. On the bed.

You mustn't be frightened.
He was crossing a street.

Don't worry, he'll come to.

I said to bring him here.
Don't you remember me?

I've sent for a doctor.

He's done it this time!

Polya, run and get Sonya!

Tell her to come as soon
as she can!

You might let him die in peace.

It's just a big show, isn't it?

With cigarettes!
You might as well keep your hats on.

Thank God. Here's the doctor.

Call a priest...

It's a wonder that he's recovered
consciousness.

- Is there really no hope?
- Not the faintest.

He's at the last gasp.

He'll die within 5 or 10 minutes.

And Simon, thy servant, O Lord,

receive communion for the remission
of his sins and life everlasting.

Now, Lord, let thy servant depart
in peace according to your word...

She's coming. I met her in the street.

Oh, God in Heaven, have mercy on us...

Deliver us from the trials
of suffering and protect us.

O Lord, give me strength.

Strengthen my faith.
Have mercy on me.

God is merciful.
Look to the Lord for succour.

Merciful, but not to us.

What you're saying is a sin.

And that? That's not a sin?

Perhaps those who caused the accident,
though unintentionally,

will agree to pay you, if only
to compensate for his earnings.

You don't understand! Why should
they compensate us for anything?

He was drunk and threw himself
under the horses.

He didn't earn anything. He brought
me nothing but suffering.

He spent all our money for drink.
He robbed his own children!

May God be praised the man's dying!
One mouth less to feed!

You must forgive him in his hour
of death.

Such thoughts are a great sin.

It's only a lot of words.

I have forgiven him already.

Don't try to talk.
I know what you want to say.

Who is that?

Sonya!

Daughter!

Forgive me.

Oh God! What shall I do now?

How am I going to bury him?

How am I going to feed
my children? Oh God!

Katerina Ivanovna,
last week,

your husband told me all his life.

That evening we became friends.

Please, permit me...
There are 20 rubles there, I think.

Goodbye.

Oh, you here?

He's dead. The doctor came.
And the priest. Everything was done.

Don't bother the poor woman. She's
already consumptive. Try to comfort her.

You're a kind man, I know.

But you have blood all over you.

Yes, I do.

I'm covered with blood.

Wait!

Please wait!

What's your name?
Where do you live?

- Who sent you after me?
- My sister, Sonya.

I knew that it was
your sister Sonya.

My name is Rodion.

Say a prayer for me sometime.

Just add .
That'll be enough.

I'll pray for you
the rest of my life!

Tell them my name is
Rodion Raskolnikov.

I live in Schill's house.
Apartment 14. You won't forget?

If they need me, I'll come at once.

- You tell them that.
- I will.

Ah, there you are. I looked all
over for you. I'm glad to see you.

Listen, Razumikhin...

I've just come from a death bed.

A poor clerk's deathbed.

I gave them all the money I had.

And besides that...

I've been...
embraced by some creature

who would have embraced me
even if...

I'd murdered someone...

I saw another creature
there, too,

wearing a flame-red feather.

But I'm getting things mixed up.

- What's wrong with you?
- I'm a little dizzy.

But that's not the point.

I feel sad.

I'm so sad...

As sad as a woman.

You know what?
I'm going to see you home.

- What about your guests?
- They can all go to the devil!

What is it?

You see?
The light's on in my room.

That's strange.
Maybe it's Nastasya.

No. She's in bed surely.

Well, I don't care. Goodbye.

I'm coming in with you.

No, I'd rather say goodbye to you
here.

So... goodbye.

- What's wrong, Rodia?
- Nothing's wrong.

Come along. You'll be my witness.

Rodia!

Rodia!

Rodia, my dear!

- What is it? What's wrong with him?
- Water!

What's wrong with him?
Dunya, water!

- It's nothing. He just fainted.
- Fainted? Will he come to?

Of course he will, mama.

It's nothing. He just fainted.
That's all. You'll see.

Rodia!

There. He's coming to.

Go home with him.
Tomorrow I'll explain everything...

When did you arrive?

Last night. The train was terribly
late.

No, I can't leave you now.
I shall spend the night here.

Go away.

Can't I even look at you
after all those three years?

Leave me alone. You're torturing me!

Let's go, mother. We're distressing
him, don't you see?

Nastasya will stay with him. I'll take
you home and get the doctor for Rodia.

Let's go, mama. I'm sure this gentle-
man will do exactly what he promises.

Me? I... I will.

Does Mister Raskolnikov live here?

Raskolnikov?
Yes, he does.

Take that stairway.
All the way up to the fifth floor.

Thank you.

It's me or Luzhin!
I'm a scoundrel, but you mustn't!

Why do you keep calling yourself
a scoundrel?

Brother, you're mistaken. I'm marrying
for my own sake, my life isn't easy.

- You're lying, sister.
- I'm telling the truth!

I won't marry him unless I'm certain
that he respects and treasures me,

and that I can return that respect.

And such a marriage is not sordid.

Even if you were right,

isn't it rather cruel
to speak that way to me?

If I am hurting anyone
it is only myself.

I haven't killed anyone!

Why are you so pale, Rodia?

Oh, God! She has made him faint!

Is fainting all you can talk about?

Strange.

What am I making all this fuss about?

It doesn't matter.

Go on and marry whoever you like.

So it's your decision, Rodia?

Decision?

Pyotr Petrovich has written that
if you come, he will leave.

It's not for me to decide.
It's up to you and Dunya.

Dunya has already decided,
and I agree with her completely.

In that case...

I'll come.

We'd be happy to have you
join us at 8 o'clock tonight.

Mama, I'd like him to come, too.

You're perfectly right. It's better
not to lie. Let him be angry.

You know, I almost forgot to tell you.
Marfa Petrovna is dead.

- What Marfa Petrovna?
- Svidrigailova. I've written you.

They say that terrible man was
the cause of her death. He beat her.

I don't see why you want to tell me
all that gossip.

I don't know what to talk about.

Ah, it's you.
I wasn't expecting you.

Won't you please sit down?

This is Sofia Semyonovna Marmeladova.

The daughter of that poor man who
was run over by the horses yesterday.

I told you about him.

You've come from Katerina Ivanovna?

Yes.

She begs you to do us the honour

of being at the funeral in church,

and to come afterwards to our place...
for the funeral meal.

- She's arranging a funeral meal?
- Yes, a little one.

She asked me to thank you
for the help you gave us yesterday.

Without you she couldn't have
afforded the funeral.

You say she has been able to manage
with such little means?

And have enough for a funeral meal?

The coffin and everything will be
simple, so it won't cost a lot.

We figured it out to the last kopeck,
there's enough for the funeral meal.

I understand... Of course.

Why are you looking at my room
that way?

My mother thinks it looks
like a tomb, too.

You gave us everything you had
yesterday.

Rodia, you will have dinner
with us, obviously.

Dunya, we must be going.
I'm afraid we've tired you out.

Yes. In fact, I've something to do.
You don't go yet.

- Or maybe you need him?
- No.

Don't forget, Dmitri Prokofievich,
we'll be expecting you for dinner.

Goodbye, Rodia, or rather, till
dinner time. I hate saying goodbye.

Goodbye, Nastasya.
Oh! There I say it again!

Goodbye, Dunya.
Give me your hand.

I'm glad, Dunya.

May God give rest to the dead.
The living must go on living.

Isn't that right?

It was a good thing that we left.
He should go out, get some air.

It's fearfully close in there.
Good heavens, what a town!

And that young woman frightened me,
too. I have a presentiment.

The instant she entered the room,
I thought,

There is nothing.
You and your presentiments, mama!

He saw her the first time yesterday. He
didn't recognize her when she came in.

Well, you mark my words!

I must be going.

We have no secrets, Sofia Semyonovna.
I'd rather you stayed.

Listen, you know that man... what's
his name... Porfiry Petrovich?

Of course I know him. He's a relative.
Why do you ask?

Isn't he investigating that case...
I mean that murder?

Yes.

He was questioning the people who
pawned things. I pawned something, too.

I took Dunya's ring to her,
and my father's watch.

I suppose I should go to the police.
Or wouldn't I better go to Porfiry?

Yes, absolutely it would be better.

Let's go at once. It's very near here.

Yes, let's go.

He will be very happy
to meet you.

I've told him a lot about you. Only
yesterday we were talking about you.

So you knew the old woman?
How splendidly it all worked out.

- Ah, yes, Sofia Ivanovna...
- Sofia Semyonovna.

Well, if you're leaving now...

All right, let's go.

I'll come by and see you later.
Where do you live?

On the canal, in Resslich's house,
at Kapernaumov's.

Then you must go to the right.
By the way, how did you find me?

You gave Polya
your address yesterday.

Polya?

Oh yes, Polya.
She's your sister.

Did I give her the address?

Don't you remember?

Yes. I remember.

My late father talked about you a lot.
Only I didn't know your last name then.

But today I came and asked
if Mister Raskolnikov lived here.

I didn't know that you
sublease a room, too.

Goodbye.

So you live at Kapernaumov's?
He remade a waistcoat for me yesterday.

And I'm staying here, just next to you.
It would seem we're neighbours.

I've only been in town three days.

We'll be seeing each other.

- Do you think he'll be home?
- He'll be home.

He's a good man. A little skeptical,
cynical, but he knows his business.

He cleared up a murder case that
nobody else could...

- Are you all right?
- I am. Why do you ask?

I'm all right, but you've been
in a very excited state.

- What are you talking about?
- Come on, it's enough to look at you.

Your face is like a big, sweet candy.

And when you were invited to dinner
you even blushed.

I didn't!

Romeo! I'll tell them about it later.
It'll amuse mother no end.

- And someone else, too.
- You listen to me...

I'll break your head open!

No need to break chairs, gentlemen.
It's state property.

Please forgive us.
I'm Raskolnikov.

I'm delighted.
Especially after such an entrance.

He wouldn't even say hello?

I can't imagine why he's so angry.

All I said was that
he reminded me of Romeo.

You're a pig!

There must be serious grounds if
he reacted so strongly to one word.

Stop your cross-examination!
You can both go to the devil.

That's it. You're all idiots.

Meet my friend,
Rodion Raskolnikov.

He's heard a lot about you and wanted
to meet you. He also has some business.

Please sit down.

Oh, Zamyotov!
What are you doing here?

I didn't know you two had met.
Have you known each other long?

We met yesterday, at your place.

He pestered me all last week
to get introduced to you.

And now you've met without my help.
Where's the tobacco?

My things are only worth five rubles.
Sorry to bother you with such trifles.

You must make a written
statement to the police.

Or you could make it to me.
I the undersigned do hereby declare...

- Can I use unofficial stationary?
- Any paper will do.

I value these things as mementos.

I was very alarmed when I heard
about this.

So that's why you got so upset
yesterday when

I said that Porfiry was questioning
people who had pawned things.

You seem to be making fun of me?

I agree that I may appear to be
making a fuss all about nothing,

but these things aren't worthless
as far as I'm concerned.

That cheap watch is the only thing
I have left from my father.

My mother has come to see me.

She would get desperate if she knew
that the watch was gone.

You know how women are.

Your mother's come?
When was that?

Last evening.

Your things couldn't be lost.

I've been expecting you to come
for some time.

What?

You knew that he pawned things there?

Your ring and watch were
wrapped carefully together.

With your name written
in pencil on the paper,

as well as the date
that you had pawned them.

You're very observant, aren't you?

There must have been too many people
who'd pawned to remember them all.

But you don't seem to have any
trouble at all remembering.

Now we know everybody who had pawned
things.

You were the only one who hadn't
come to see us.

- I have been ill.
- Yes, I know.

I heard that something
had been bothering you.

Even now you're rather pale.

I'm not pale. Just the opposite,
I feel fine.

Feeling fine!

Why, up until last night you were
out of your mind.

And he dressed and slipped out
completely delirious.

Really? Completely delirious?
Just think of that!

It's not true. Don't believe him.

You don't believe him in any case,
do you?

If you weren't delirious,
why did you slip out in secret?

I was sick of all of them.

I wanted to find an apartment
they wouldn't know.

That's why I took a lot of money
along.

Mister Zamyotov have seen it. Was I
in my right mind or was I delirious?

Yesterday you spoke reasonably enough.

Though you were very irritated.

Nikodim Fomich met you very late

last night at the house of the man
who was run over by the horses.

Doesn't it prove he was delirious?
He gave all his money to the widow.

Saving nothing for himself,
he gave her all his 25 rubles.

Maybe I found a treasure!

Forgive us for boring you
with all this idle chatter.

I don't find it boring.
On the contrary.

You interest me very much. It's most
interesting to watch and to listen.

I'm glad that you've finally come.

I must tell you the truth.

I was attracted by an article of yours,
about crime or something like that.

I don't remember the title.

I read it in the Periodical Review.

The Periodical Review?

Six months ago I wrote an article
about a book,

but I took it to the Weekly Review.

Yet it was printed in the Periodical.

The Weekly Review ceased to exist.
That's why my article wasn't printed.

The Weekly was taken over by the
Periodical, that's why your article

appeared two months ago
in the Periodical Review.

You didn't even know?

They really should pay you something
for that article.

- You're a strange fellow.
- Bravo! I didn't know it either.

How did you know it was my article?
I only signed my initials.

The editor told me.
I know him.

I asked him because I was interested.

Imagine that! And you said nothing.

I analyzed the psychology
of a criminal

throughout the process of committing
the crime.

Yes.

I was especially interested
in a point you made toward the end.

That certain individuals
even have the right

to break the law and commit
all sorts of crimes.

That the laws were not made for them.

He says all humanity is divided into
ordinary men and into supermen.

The ordinary men must obey laws,
because they're ordinary.

And the supermen have the right
to break the law.

That's what the article says.
Am I right?

But that can't be right!

That wasn't quite my thought.

Though I admit that's just about
what I wrote.

I simply suggested the superior man
may have the right, though not legal,

to allow his conscience
to overstep other obstacles,

if so demands the realization of his
idea which may be beneficial.

I went on to develop the idea that
all Caesars, Mahomets, Napoleons

were criminals and did not stop
at spilling blood,

even innocent blood, if they had
to do so to be successful.

From this I conclude
that all great men

and even those out of the ordinary
who are capable of saying a new word,

are by their very nature
criminals.

But there's no need to be upset.

The masses will never admit that right

and punish or hang them, thus carrying
out their conservative function.

These masses in generations to come
will set those criminals on a pedestal.

I beg your pardon. They're not
always executed. There're many who...

Yes, some triumph during their
lives, and then...

They execute others?

If necessary.
And most of the time it is...

- Your observation is very clever.
- Thank you.

Please tell me this...

How one might distinguish the ordinary
man from the superior one?

Are they born with
certain signs?

Will you excuse my uneasiness
of a practical man?

You must agree there would be confusion
if a man of one category

were to consider himself in the other

and start to overstep obstacles
as you so aptly phrased it.

That happens with great frequency.

That remark is even cleverer than
your other one.

- Thank you.
- Not at all.

That mistake is only possible
among the ordinary men,

as I perhaps unfortunately called
them.

Because of a whimsicality of nature,
sometimes even granted to cows,

many consider themselves superior
men, ,

sincerely believing they're
saying .

Though there can't be
any terrible danger.

They never go very far.

You certainly set my mind
at rest on that point.

But there's something else that
disturbs me.

Are there many who have
this right to murder others?

I'm ready to accept their right,

but it is worrying if there are
too many of them.

You mustn't be alarmed about that
either.

Strange as it may seem, the people
with new ideas are few and far between.

One in one hundred thousand.
The genius is only one in a million.

The men of great genius,
the crown of humanity,

are maybe only one of many thousands
who are born on this earth.

I don't know what, but there
must be a certain law in this.

You must be joking.

You two are just playing with words.

Are you serious, Rodia?

Well, if you really are,
your sanctioning

of the spilling of blood in the name
of conscience

is more horrifying than the official
sanctioning of bloodshed.

Absolutely right, it's more
horrifying.

No. I think you're exaggerating.

There's some mistake. I must read it.

You can't possibly think that!

Society is well-protected by
prisons, banishment, investigators.

No need to be afraid.
Catch the thief.

What if we catch him?

lt'll serve him right.

Yes, it's logical.

But what about his conscience?

What do you care about that?

Well, it's a question of humanity.

Let him suffer if he has one,
if he admits his fault.

It'll be his punishment as much
as a prison sentence.

It's just... I'm not sure
if I can express myself exactly...

But when you were writing
your article,

surely you couldn't help
but feel you were one...

of these men you call superior.

It's quite possible.

If that's so,
could you really bring yourself,

well, because of some
failure in life,

to overstep the obstacles?

Let's say for example, to steal
or murder?

If I did, I would surely have not
told you about that.

I just said that to understand
your article better.

Let me tell you that I do not
imagine myself as a Napoleon,

so I don't know how I would
behave under the circumstances.

Come on, everybody in Russia takes
himself for Napoleon these days.

Maybe it's one of those Napoleons
who killed Alyona Ivanovna?

Must you go so soon?
I'm so glad to have met you.

As far as your request is concerned,
don't worry.

The best thing would be to come and
see me tomorrow, say, around 1 1 .

We'll talk. Since you were
the last one there...

You want to question me officially?

What for?
You misunderstand me.

I've already talked to the others,
some have given their evidence,

and you being the last...

- Were you there around 8 o'clock?
- Yes, around 8.

Then, when you went upstairs,
did you notice

an apartment with the door open
on the second floor,

two painters, or at least one,
who were painting there?

The painters?

No, I didn't see anyone.

I don't remember seeing an open
apartment.

But on the 4th floor soldiers carrying
a couch squeezed me against the wall.

But I don't remember the painters.

What do you mean?

The painters were there the day of
the murder, and he three days before.

I've got everything mixed up.
Damn it!

This whole business
has got me confused.

I must be losing my head.

You should be more careful.

Well, where does he live?

- Who?
- The student.

You mean Mister Raskolnikov?
The corner door.

Here he comes himself.

What is it?

- What did he want?
- He was asking me about you.

You came downstairs,
I pointed you out and he went away.

You were asking for me?

Why do you ask for me,
then say nothing?

Murderer!

What did you say? Who...
Who's a murderer?

You're a murderer!

End of Part One