Crime and Punishment Page #4

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I'm not afraid of anyone now.

Did you see how...

How brave I was there?

Hmm?

How much courage I had?

If you could bring me the newspapers

from the past week

and some tea and some vodka.

So you continue to thrive

by the looks of it.

Not as much as you.

Who was that topping up

your champagne glass just now?

Just an acquaintance.

We're having a drink or two.

Never look a gift horse

in the mouth, eh?

I'm teasing. I'm just teasing.

You're obviously a man of the world,

all those rings.

The way your hair's parted

in the middle.

Bet you're a bright spark, too,

aren't you?

- I did six years at the Gymnasium.

- Oh, charming.

You're so sweet I could eat you!

What is the matter with you?

Sounds like you should be in bed to me.

Well, perhaps all this news

has put me in an excitable state.

What are you reading about?

Oh, I knew you couldn't wait.

You're in the business

of catching crooks.

Has it ever occurred to you that you

don't catch them, they catch themselves?

Oh, they can commit the crime,

but they're not up to concealing it.

Their nerve goes.

Now, the fellow who murdered

the pawnbroker, he's different.

He's not one of them.

He didn't manage to get his hands on

any of the actual cash.

To my mind, that means he wasn't capable

of going through with the whole thing.

He lost his nerve, you could say.

Would you like to know what I'd do

if I were him?

Yes, I would.

I'd have buried the stuff under a stone.

Not just anywhere.

A yard that wasn't overlooked.

There's fences and walls.

And when I say stone,

I mean a builder's block,

weighs about 10 pounds.

Big enough to conceal everything.

Big enough to have made

a hollow underneath,

into which I would put

all the jewellery.

I'd have heaved the block into position

and I wouldn't have touched the stuff

for about two or three years.

You could look as hard as you like.

You'd never find it.

What if

I was to tell you

that it was me

who murdered Lizaveta

and the old woman?

Is this really possible?

I had you there, didn't I? Huh?

- Had you there completely!

- Of course you didn't. No...

I never believed a word of it.

I never did.

Never did? Never did?

So it's been believed in the past,

has it?

When was this? Who was it?

Lieutenant Gunpowder

when he questioned me?

Look...

Not such a smooth champagne drinker now,

are you?

I'm well off all of a sudden.

New clothes, too. Huh?

Where did it all come from?

Well, that's me done.

Good to see you.

Just make sure you make it

smooth all over.

All over. All down the sides.

Uh, yes? Can I help?

Uh, look, what do you want? Who are you?

Where's all the blood gone?

There was a whole pile of it here

on the floor

when the old woman and her sister

were murdered.

What's her murder got to do with you?

Well, perhaps we could clear that up

down at the station.

Now, what sort of talk is that?

Oh, there's plenty more

where that came from.

Come on, let's go down the station.

I'll tell you the rest. Come on!

You're not taking me down

the police station!

Come on, then. Give me a hand!

I've had enough of you,

you bloody creep!

To the police station! Come on! Come on!

My name is Rodion Raskolnikov.

I live in Shil's tenement.

Just get him out!

Don't you know what it means

to have nowhere left to go?

Every man must have at least

somewhere he can go!

(HORSE WHINNYING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

- Bring him through here. Come on.

- This way. Come.

Make room. We need room.

Set him down here.

Polya, Polya, go and fetch Sonia.

Find her, wherever she is.

Run, Polya, run!

- More drunken goings on?

- It's come to a bad end this time.

- He fell under a carriage.

- A suicide attempt, I shouldn't doubt.

The shame of having a prostitute

for a daughter.

God, what a place I've ended up in.

(SOBBING)

(PRIEST SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Who's this? Who's this?

Sonia!

Oh, my darling daughter.

Please forgive me.

(PRIEST SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

The Lord is merciful.

Not to us, he isn't.

How am I going to feed my children now?

(HACKING)

Is God in there? Is he?

(COUGHING)

Wait!

My sister and my mama want to know

your name and where you live.

- Do you love your sister?

- Of course I do.

Thank you.

It's all right.

You miss your father, hmm?

He taught me holy scripture and grammar.

- And do you know your prayers?

- I can say them by myself now.

- Say one for me when you can.

- But I don't know your name.

Raskolnikov. Rodion.

I live at Shil's tenements.

For thy servant Rodion,

you have done good for me and my family.

May the Lord bless you. Amen.

Hmm.

That should do it.

I don't care what anyone says

about me any more. I do not give a damn.

What do you mean, you don't care?

Zosimov's testimony is enough to put you

in the lunatic asylum.

And Zamyotov's already got you

halfway to Siberia.

Since when?

- We discussed it. We discussed you.

- And what was your view?

I nearly came to blows

on your behalf, brother.

Did you?

Believe it.

So why did you come to find me?

Why am I here?

I wanted to see if you could cast

a shadow over me and you can't.

You know why?

Because I have just been at the house

of a man who died.

- I gave all my money away there.

- What?

And I've just been kissed

by a certain little miss...

And her sister...

Her sister, how she held him.

- Who?

- Her father. You...

You think I'm delirious again,

don't you?

Of course.

But I'm not talking nonsense.

This actually happened to me.

Sometimes I wonder what the hell

is actually happening to you.

- What do you mean?

- That's the point.

I don't actually know what I mean.

I've imagined so much.

Too much.

Come on. Come on.

I'll look Zosimov up on the way back.

I'll get him to look in on you.

You'd let someone beat you up if

you thought it might do them a favour.

And some advice, brother,

when the doctor comes calling,

try not to start talking to yourself.

(LAUGHING)

Look.

- What?

- Look.

I wonder which of them has come for me.

Come for you?

- Rodya!

- Brother!

Oh, my darling!

Oh, my darling boy!

I've thought of nothing else but this

since we left home.

- Nothing else but this for weeks!

- Yes!

Nastasya told us about your illness.

You look so...

Thank God it's nothing serious.

- You look so far from recovered, I...

- Let him tell us, Mother.

What's wrong with you?

This is my friend Razumikhin.

He's getting better, really.

The doctor said so.

- And tomorrow, even better.

- Tomorrow?

You want us to go?

You haven't even been

to your lodgings yet, have you?

Who cares about that? I'm going to

spend the night here with you.

No.

- RAZUMIKHIN:
I could take you.

- I can't leave you like this.

I need to be left, Mother.

- Dunya, let Mr Razumikhin...

- I need to be left by everyone.

I haven't seen you for three years.

You see? It's useless.

Well, I can take you to your lodgings,

then round the doctor up,

come back here with him

and spend the night on the landing,

- so as not to disturb him.

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