Crime and Punishment Page #10

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goading and teasing Zamyotov,

but a hundred suspicions

don't make a case.

Not even when you went back to her

apartment to ask about the blood.

There was nothing

I could actually touch.

A case of professional frustration

which meant, I'm afraid, that I started

to take some liberties with you.

And my pride. So...

Even when Nikolai came to me,

it made me not want to believe it.

But you do now?

Razumikhin tells me

you're pressing charges against him.

Razumikhin?

Oh, I'm afraid he's just

an innocent bystander in all this.

- What do you mean?

- I just used him

to pass on information to you.

- What?

- Nikolai won't be able to keep it up.

He's got some strange religious

convictions about accepting suffering.

But sooner or later,

fear will get the better of him

and he'll deny everything.

- You'll... You'll still go ahead?

- Oh, I doubt it.

Nikolai's not our man.

Who is?

You are.

You're our murderer.

You're just playing games

with me again, aren't you?

If I'm guilty, then why don't

you just put me in prison?

Oh, I'm going to, sir.

That's not the point.

The point is what you should do.

File a plea of guilty.

Why should I?

Because it would reduce the term

of your sentence.

You're not a hopeless villain.

You've got a lot ahead of you.

And you can look forward to it.

So please come in.

Come in and see the difference

it will make to you.

I swear to God.

I don't want a reduction.

We're just whispering in private here.

That's all we're doing.

You know, I'm still not sure

what kind of man you really are.

Let's see how it goes, shall we?

- What if I run away?

- No, you won't run away.

After all, you don't believe

in your theory. Now.

So what would you run away with?

Besides, running away

is a solitary business.

And the truth is

you can't get along without us.

- I kept coming back.

- Of course you did.

You wanted to come home.

You still do.

I'm homesick.

That's not a confession.

In your own time, then.

But one favour I must ask of you.

This is somewhat delicate.

But if you plan on making

some other kind of, well,

exit, please leave a note.

A short but detailed one

if you wouldn't mind.

And not forgetting to mention

the whereabouts of the jewellery.

It would be very decent of you.

Good luck, sir.

Through that door there is the apartment

of my landlady, Mrs Resslich.

Shall I introduce you two?

See the door that's locked there?

On the other side of it

are Sonia's rooms.

To be precise, right behind it.

It's where they sat talking.

Two days in a row.

I've heard all this before.

It's just rumour, it's just talk.

I heard this particular talk

coming from his own lips.

- I don't believe you.

- Then why are you here?

Go on. Speak.

It was the enactment of some theory

he was expounding

that he could create his own law.

That to transgress against somebody

like her was simply an act of daring.

He evoked Napoleon.

When he brought the axe over her head,

he was a like-minded fellow.

After it sunk into her skull,

he was none too sure.

Especially when he had

to kill Lizaveta, too.

You know about this theory? Well?

- Razumikhin showed me.

- Showed you what?

An article my brother had written

in a journal.

Why is this door locked?

Look, sit down.

We'll discuss how to help your brother.

- When did you lock this?

- I have money and friends.

I'll send him abroad.

Get him the passport he needs.

We could all go to America.

You and I, your mother.

I love you.

Don't make me go off on my own.

Open up! Open up!

I'll do anything, Dunya.

Don't look at me like that.

Don't you realise you're killing me?

Oh, my God.

Somebody! Somebody!

There's no one in.

The landlady's gone out.

You're just wasting your energy.

Give me the key.

Why would a girl go on her own

to visit a single man in his lodgings?

What would your explanation be?

You'd have to betray your brother.

So whatever happens,

I have nothing to fear

and I'm stronger than you, too.

- You monster.

- As you wish.

Anyway, I was only

speaking hypothetically.

Look, I'll go and wait over there

for you to reconsider.

The fate of your brother and your mother

is in your hands.

Oh, I see.

Didn't that used to belong to me?

No. It was my wife's.

- You killed her, but I'll kill you.

- I thrilled you once, didn't I?

- Never.

- Yes.

You almost yielded, remember?

Out there in the garden that evening

when the nightingale was still singing.

- Liar.

- Am I?

Well, shoot me, then.

If it's not true, fire away.

You're burning like a bullet anyway.

It's beautiful.

All the heat you're bringing

to bear on me.

Shoot me.

You don't hate me.

You did that because you're scared

of your own feelings for me.

You think you can kill them

by killing me.

But you missed because your hands

are shaking with desire.

Call it anger if it suits your honour.

I don't mind.

Do it again. Make love to me again.

- Keep away from me.

- I'm waiting for you, Dunya.

You see?

You've forgiven yourself for your sin.

You've pardoned yourself for your crime.

Now we can really begin.

Please just get it over with

and let me leave.

So you don't love me?

Could you?

Ever?

Never.

Take it.

Go now.

Go on.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Polya, take the children inside.

Sonia, I'm going away to America.

I've entrusted the money

for the children under signature.

And some five percent bonds for you

worth 3,000 rubles.

- No, sir.

- You won't need to live the way you do.

If you follow Raskolnikov to prison,

you'll need it.

Unless he kills himself.

Yes, I heard it all,

but I'm not going to tell anyone.

Goodbye, Sonia.

I'm not going to make...

I promise.

None of that old mother's way of mine.

I'm learning how people are here.

You.

I've spoilt myself again, haven't I?

I've been reading your article, Rodya.

I have it here.

Razumikhin gave it to me.

I suddenly realised you have

all these ideas in your head.

And I've been bothering you

and distracting you.

But that's what you've been doing.

That's what you've been up to.

Thinking, thinking and...

I don't understand what you wrote,

but I understand that now.

What I wrote was rubbish, Mother.

They were saying you were mad.

They almost had Dunya believing it, too.

But they just don't recognise

intellect when they see it.

That's their trouble.

- Where's Dunya now?

- She's...

She's out.

You're here.

You came to visit your mother.

You came to console her

because you've...

I'll make us some coffee.

Stop it, stop it, stop it.

That's not why I came.

Listen to me.

I never meant to be cruel to you.

But I'm going to make you very unhappy.

And I'm so sorry.

Because I love you.

I've always loved you.

Will you remember that?

And will you always love me

as you do now?

Please.

Like that.

Like that.

It's just like when you were little.

It's just the same.

Are you going away somewhere?

- Goodbye.

- Now?

Right now?

Pray for me.

It's... It's a job?

Wait, wait. It's a new career.

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