Crime and Punishment Page #5

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- I can't go. I can't possibly...

Zosimov will agree to spend

the night here himself.

Then I shall come and report to you

first thing on Rodya's progress.

At the moment, he needs the doctor more

than he needs you.

- Only until tomorrow, Mother.

- Come. We'll go now.

Luzhin was here.

I know.

It's either him or me.

- By what right?

- Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

I'm a doctor, not a barber.

Just concern yourself

with making me look better.

I need them to see some

change in me. Some...

- Recovery.

- It's hardly real.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- They're here.

- Look, professionally speaking...

We're not speaking professionally.

We're speaking of my mother

and my sister, please.

Rodya.

I'm amazed at him today.

If he carries on like this...

Back to university even, eh?

Oh, you're so much better

than yesterday, my darling.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

Well, this is a bit of a first

for you, Zosimov.

- Patient making progress.

- Yes, well, uh...

Keep it up.

I would have come to see you today,

but I was waiting for these.

- The blood's off now.

- Blood?

Uh, a man was run down

in the street yesterday.

We know.

Ah.

From our Mr Luzhin.

I gave the money to his widow.

Look, I know how hard it was

for you to come by

and I had no right to part with it,

but she has four hungry children

and there's another daughter, too.

Of immoral conduct.

Yes.

She's a prostitute.

But he's twisting it.

If you'd seen this family,

you would have handed the rubles over,

too, Mother, I know you would.

Rodya, I'd never doubt

what's in your heart.

Well, maybe you should start.

Look, Luzhin wants to slander me

and make us row.

Apart from being a nobody,

he's a nasty piece of work.

Yesterday I gave you an ultimatum.

I'm sorry about the way I gave it,

but I meant it.

Don't behave like you did yesterday,

darling, please.

She wouldn't be marrying him.

She would be impaling herself on him.

I'd be doing it for my sake

because things aren't going well for me.

You're not being painted as

a scarlet woman any more, Dunya.

- You're in the clear.

- We're still poor.

So you do want to be

our benefactress after all.

Marrying him will be the lesser

of two evils.

And what the hell would you know

about that subject?

I think this is what Zosimov

might call a relapse.

And this from him?

"Lf, contrary to my request,

I encounter Rodion Romanovich,

"I will leave without further ado

"and for this you will only

have yourself to blame."

I'm giving you an ultimatum

because I love you.

He's giving you one because

he doesn't even respect you.

Dunya, tell him what you've decided.

I want you to be there tomorrow evening.

Will you join us, too?

At least then the truth will come out.

It's you.

Beg your pardon.

Mother, this is Sonia,

the daughter of the gentleman

we've just been talking about.

So?

Katerina asked if you'd attend

my father's funeral.

Well, uh, if I can.

Thank you.

- You're doing her an honour.

- Wait.

I want to talk to you. Come.

Sit down, um... Over here.

It's like a coffin in here, isn't it?

Yesterday you gave us all your money.

Dunya, we should go.

Goodbye, Rodya.

Mr Razumikhin.

Tomorrow, Mother.

She seems to have made an impression

on you, Rodya.

Yes. I'm completely under her spell.

- At least that would be an explanation.

- Come on, Mother.

There was something you wanted

to talk to me about.

Look up, Sonia.

What are you looking for?

A good time.

A really good time.

Me, too.

(CLEARING THROAT)

I'll tell Katerina.

- Goodbye, Mr...

- Razumikhin.

I need to see Porfiry

as soon as possible.

We haven't got one material detail.

Oh, he'll show his face eventually.

God will give him to me.

Actually, that's false modesty.

- Sugar?

- Yes.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

I'm not following you.

Don't you remember? I live here, too.

It seems we don't just have

our proximity in common.

Such is fate.

My sister gave me the ring

before I left for Petersburg.

The watch belonged to my father.

They're not worth more than

five or six rubles,

but obviously they're very precious

to me, not to mention my mother.

If she thinks the watch has been lost,

she'll have a fit,

an absolute bloody convulsion.

They must be the rings and chains you

were ranting on about when you were ill.

Of course, that would make sense.

Well, we're here now.

Wait.

What?

Razumikhin, when my sister

invited you to dinner,

you turned the

most horrible shade of red.

Bugger off! I did no such thing.

You're doing it now.

Wait till I tell everybody, Don Juan.

You've even put pomade in your hair.

Oh, you bastard!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

You say anything to them in there,

I'll bloody brain you!

What's got into him?

- He's love struck.

- I'm warning you.

What about you?

I have some business

to discuss with you.

Instead of making a statement to

the police, they could just write to me,

stating that you'd heard of

such and such an occurrence,

i.e. The murder,

and that you wish to make a declaration

concerning such and such items

of your possession.

Can I write it on ordinary paper?

As ordinary as you like, sir.

I was wondering when

you were going to oblige us actually.

You knew?

The ring and the watch were found

in her apartment,

wrapped up in the same paper

on which your name was written.

- As you know, I haven't been well.

- Yes.

You look pale even now.

Look, I shan't waste another minute

of your time.

Oh, for heaven's sake, not at all.

In fact, it's the opposite.

I'm terrifically interested in you.

Terrifically.

You know your friend's trouble?

He hides his light under a bushel.

For a start, that article you wrote

in the Periodical Leader.

- What article?

- See?

I've got it here somewhere.

Let's see if I can dig it out.

- Rodya, that's bloody wonderful.

- It was months ago.

Well, I hope you got paid for it,

whatever it is.

- I've read it, too.

- Here we are.

It seems your job is your hobby, too.

- It's on crime.

- The criminal mind.

Yes, but the thing that got me

really fired up

is what you mentioned at the end,

almost in passing,

about how certain people have

a right to commit crimes.

- What on earth?

- Ah, here.

It's quite a long essay, but perhaps

if you could give Razumikhin the gist.

Well, it's not straightforward.

Well, it's perfectly straightforward

to me.

The world's divided into

the ordinary and the extraordinary.

The ordinary must live in obedience

and not break the law

because they're, well, ordinary.

And the extraordinary, well,

carte blanche.

- May I?

- By all means.

(CLEARING THROAT)

"The great leaders and prophets,

from Lycurgus to Muhammed to Napoleon,

"were, every single

one of them, criminals.

"Why?

"Because in forging a new law,

they were violating an old one,

"passed down and held sacred

from their ancestors.

"More than this, they would not hesitate

to shed blood

"in order to get the new law through.

"Great men smash laws,

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