Crime and Punishment Page #3

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You'll have to ask

your new friend Zamyotov

to stop sprawling all over it first.

- What's wrong with Zamyotov?

- He's on the make.

Oh, and this big, fat watch-chain

of yours is a family heirloom, is it?

Why are you so thick

with a police clerk all of a sudden?

I like the man, I told you.

Is that anything to do with

why you won't leave me alone?

What are you talking about?

Actually, what on earth do you have

in common with someone like him?

Oh, for heaven's sake,

stop being so fussy!

Well, if I can make your little soiree,

don't expect me to talk to him.

Your loss.

He'll have all the latest

on the murder case.

I, uh...

I think you'll find that's my privilege.

- Really? How's that?

- Well...

Confidentiality.

Balls! You don't know any more

than the rest of us.

When a murder suspect

doesn't succeed in hanging himself,

medical advice is required.

The decorator?

Wounds to neck and throat.

I had him under observation.

What did he go and do that for?

He didn't even do it.

- Did Zamyotov tell you that?

- No. I've just followed the facts.

It was obviously some client of hers,

and judging by what was taken,

a complete amateur to boot.

- What are you doing?

- Going out.

Going for a walk. Do me good, won't it?

- But you... You can't just...

- I've got new clothes.

I'll look as good as new walking along,

brand new.

- Do you want me to come with you?

- Well, then it won't work, will it?

(YOUNG WOMAN SINGING IN RUSSIAN)

(SINGING IN RUSSIAN)

B*tch!

Fancy a walk?

This is nice.

I read about this man

who'd been sentenced to death.

- Don't you know any small talk?

- No, listen. Listen to this.

An hour before he died, he said,

even if he'd had to live on a cliff face

with only enough room

to stand on the ledge,

and the wind and rain going through him

all the time,

and only the storms for comfort,

forever, for a thousand years,

he would happily, happily,

live like that

rather than die so soon.

Well, the main thing was

to keep on living.

It didn't matter what

their life was like,

and that's so true, you know,

that's so true.

Well, how do you know?

Anyway, come and live a little with me.

Hey!

I'm your date. She's occupied.

Anyway, she's got to go

and clean herself off now.

I know. I know.

Well, then?

Very nice to have met you.

- Bastard!

- Hey!

Wait!

Wasn't he your type?

What?

Well, you didn't look like

you were enjoying it.

Polya's face when I come back

with sweets,

that's what I enjoy.

Katerina's relief when I place the cash

on the mantelpiece, that's nice!

And I'm going there now

and they are going to be

so pleased to see me

because they know

where I've been for them.

Where are you going?

Thank God you took up my offer

after all.

You being here makes me feel

a hell of a lot better.

- Let's hope that's catching, eh?

- You do look terrible, by the way.

But bugger Zosimov's prescriptions,

you're here with me now.

It's about time you turned back

into a social animal.

Come and meet this bunch of fools.

Look, if crime is a protest against

the craziness of our social system,

how come our history professors

are forging lottery tickets

and our civil servants embezzling funds?

Have you got it in for the

professional classes or something, hmm?

No. I'm merely pointing out that

crime is no longer the province of...

Decorators?

It's nature that will out,

not their bloody social standing.

Now, Zamyotov you've already met,

although not very satisfactorily.

Glad to see the business with

your landlady has been resolved.

I met her that day I made

your acquaintance again.

In the meantime, Rodya, please meet

my cousin, Porfiry Petrovich,

scourge of Petersburg's

criminal classes.

- We've met before.

- Have you?

Yes. It was when I fainted

at the bureau.

Razumikhin never told me you were

the policeman he had for a cousin.

Examining magistrate, actually.

It's a policeman with knobs on.

(ALL LAUGHING)

I'm glad to see you're restored.

People always seem to take

a turn for the worse

when they come through our doors.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Like the decorator.

Well, you obviously sent him

out of his mind

or let him stay sober too long.

Seriously, though,

the man depends on alcohol.

We're interested in the others, too.

- What others?

- The pawnbroker's clients.

We're going to question them all.

You think you'll track them all down?

Well, some have come in

of their own free will already.

Others have their names written down on

the paper their goods were wrapped in.

And we'll find the rest.

Well...

- Good luck to you in your search, sir.

- Thank you for your good will.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Why did you invite me to this party?

Because I thought it would be

good for you.

But I wasn't invited, was I?

I was delivered.

You've done yourself proud

this evening, Rodya.

Now you've started gibbering again.

Raskolnikov.

- You were right. I shouldn't have come.

- Let's get you home.

I'll give you something

to make you sleep.

What? Courage?

Come on! Stop standing in the doorway!

Making the room look small.

Squeeze through.

There's a chair for you.

There.

We meet again, sir.

What lodgings have you found

for my mother and sister?

- Bakaleyev's tenement.

- I know that place. It's a shithole.

- But cheap, though, eh?

- It's short-term.

I've put rather more effort

into finding our future home.

Oh, God, how appalling.

Raskolnikov is my patient,

but he's getting better.

Do you see?

Very impressive watch, by the way.

Thank you.

When I first made

your sister's acquaintance,

she was recovering, shall we say,

from that certain scandal.

But I knew at once

she was an honest girl.

An honest girl?

She doesn't have a dowry, you mean.

I mean, sir, that I hope my proposal

is the happiest outcome

of her restored reputation.

You mean you're what she deserves.

I'll, uh, look in on you later.

She deserves a good husband,

a good provider.

So she'll never go without.

I'm sure she appreciates that prospect.

And wouldn't you wish it for her?

Do you love her?

I've behaved with nothing but propriety.

The proposal I sent was polite

in every respect.

Besides, I am an ambitious man.

I wish to share my ambitions

with your sister.

As in any sound economy,

an individual success benefits everyone.

Oh, balls!

How dare you be so unceremonious, sir?

Every self-serving charlatan I know

is busy banging on about

what good he's doing other people.

You know why she's marrying you? Hmm?

It's because she loves me.

Because when it comes to

helping other people,

she really is the genuine article.

Dear Dunya.

Stupid Dunya.

She's selling herself for me.

I know the source of all this.

Your mother has many excellent points,

but her florid correspondence

and romanticising of

this whole situation...

Say one more word about my mother

and I will throw you down those stairs.

There's a lot I can forgive

in a sick man,

but not anything.

Never.

Just get out.

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