Crime and Punishment Page #2

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Like I said,

you'll have to wait a minute.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

- So it's not important, then?

- Well, of course it's important.

It's about the exaction of proceedings

for the recovery of certain funds.

- 150 rubles.

- Who's done this?

Your landlady.

You signed a promissory note

acknowledging the debt, remember?

Well, she can take proceedings

against you. Looks like she's about to.

So I just sign a statement? Is that it?

Yes.

I didn't do it. I didn't do it.

These two were caught

trying to pawn these.

They were working two floors below

the old pawnbroker.

Don't worry, Nikolai.

Don't worry, we're innocent.

- I didn't do it. I didn't do it.

- We're innocent.

I didn't do it.

I didn't do it.

Don't look at me.

What happened? What happened?

Oh, dear.

Zamyotov here tells me you're a student,

up to his neck in debt.

Yes.

Yes, to both.

What's wrong with you?

I...

I haven't been feeling well.

- Since when?

- Yesterday.

What happened yesterday? Did you go out?

- Yes.

- What time? Where?

8:
00.

- Just up the street.

- Just up the street?

Yes.

I needed some air.

Sounds perfectly reasonable to me.

- We will still need your statement.

- About the exaction note.

Should you be doing that in here?

What? What?

What are you going to do?

File a bloody claim against me?

Might do.

You bloody students have got some nerve!

Guard him!

That's why we call him Gunpowder.

He just goes off.

Does his police work like that, too.

No patience. No finesse.

Hope you've recovered.

Glad it's none of our doing.

That's it. Done. Buried.

And even if it's found,

it's nothing to do with me.

Working yourself into a frenzy there.

Calm down.

Rodya! Bloody hell!

What?

I thought I was having it rough.

You look terrible.

I just need a shave, that's all.

I'm still better looking than you.

I haven't seen you for months.

Where are you living now?

Oh, some rabbit hutch.

- What's the essay?

- Radishchev.

- You bloody disappeared on me.

- Lying low.

I heard you've been ill.

I wanted to see you.

I wanted to see you, too.

I couldn't face it, that's all.

Just because your studies

had to fall by the wayside,

there's no reason to let

your friends go the same way.

- I know. I know.

- So what's made you turn up again?

Thought you'd rejoin

the land of the living?

- Yeah. No, try to, anyway.

- Good.

Good, good,

because I've got something for you.

There's no teaching to be had,

but there's this.

A bookseller at the flea market

wants these translated

and turned into pamphlets.

Discusses the question of whether women

are human beings or not.

According to the author,

turns out they are.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

Look, I know it's tosh,

but it's six rubles a sheet.

If I can spin this into six pages...

Anyway, there's going to be

a whole series on this woman question.

Listen, um...

- I have to go.

- What are you talking about?

I thought you'd be my best bet.

I'm sorry.

I am. I am. I'm offering you this.

Come on, you'll be helping me out, too.

My German's scheiss.

You walk in here...

You walk in here out of the blue,

in obvious bloody need.

I know this stuff isn't exactly

what you had in mind,

but at least it'll put some food

in your belly.

Where are you going, you lunatic?

(HORSE WHINNYING)

(WHIP CRACKING)

Out the way with you!

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

LANDLADY:
Some tea, sir, while you wait?

Nastasya, make the gentleman some tea.

MAN:
My time is limited.

I've a very important case to attend.

- Here he comes.

- Mr Raskolnikov.

- An important visitor for you.

- My name is Luzhin, sir.

Oh, I know you.

I should hope so.

Your sister is engaged to me.

Naturally, I wish to make

your acquaintance

- before her arrival in Petersburg.

- Well, you've made it.

I still have some minutes to spare.

May I come in?

Not now.

Taken a shine to her, have you?

Course not, gent like you.

(LAUGHING)

ZAMYOTOV:
How long

has he been like this?

- RAZUMIKHIN:
I don't know.

- How long has he lived here?

- Don't know that either. Too long.

- God, he looks dreadful.

RAZUMIKHIN:
He wasn't right

the other day.

The jewellery belongs to my family,

every watch and every ring.

ZAMYOTOV:
What's he on about?

RAZUMIKHIN:
God knows.

I'm sorry about this. I know how keen

you were to make his acquaintance.

- Maybe we should come back.

- No, you go.

I'm going to stay here

and wait till he calms down a bit.

You sure?

Razumikhin...

He was supposed... Gonna bring

everybody... Bring everybody back.

What's wrong with you?

I... I haven't been feeling well.

Sounds perfectly reasonable to me.

(MAKING ANIMAL NOISES)

(SNIFFING)

Sign here for the letter, sir.

No. I don't want it! I don't want it!

I don't want it! I don't want it!

Calm down, sir. Huh?

Not enough beer and horseradish, eh?

That's all.

(LAUGHING)

Where's my clothes?

Where's my bloody clothes?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

I hope this stuff fits.

I have been hunting high and low.

I took the old ones to compare for size.

Hey, Nastasya, some tea would be nice!

Clean coat.

You paid for these?

Your mother sent you a money order.

You signed for it. Don't you remember?

Now, 80 kopecks for the waistcoat.

Two rubles 25 for the trousers.

How much for the boots?

How long... Who else has been here?

A ruble 50, second-hand,

but I had to economise

because these three shirts

were five rubles altogether.

The rest of it is here. Look.

- How long have I been asleep?

- Four days.

Well, it's about time.

Hey, Rodya, she's a cheeky little thing,

but it's your landlady

I've really hit it off with.

He's terrible, this one.

She wanted to bring the tea up herself.

Nastasya, how long

have I been asleep for?

- I just told you!

- Nastasya...

- Four days.

- He was raving, wasn't he?

- Did you bring the police clerk here?

- Zamyotov? Yes.

Yes. He's become a pal of mine lately.

Met him through my cousin who's

a big cheese in the police department.

- Why did you bring him here?

- He wanted to meet you.

- What did I say?

- Uh, gibberish, really.

Look, aren't you going to try

your new clothes on?

And the decorator,

what was he doing here?

Look, let's just get you into

your new clothes.

Make you look a bit more human.

Not yet.

These white nights are enough

to make us all delirious.

Don't know what time it is

or whether we should be tired or not.

And as a consequence,

we don't sleep properly.

- You had anything to eat?

- Soup.

Make sure he gets plenty of fluids

and no mushrooms or cucumbers.

What's wrong with mushrooms

and cucumbers?

It's well known, especially to members

of the medical profession.

(SNICKERING)

Well, certainly made some progress

since last time anyway.

- Last time?

- Don't you remember?

I don't know anything.

I'm just taking your word for it.

Hey, no more spleen. I'm just

looking out for you, that's all.

Who for?

- Can he come to my cousin's party?

- Out of the question.

But he could lie in our midst on a sofa.

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