Crime and Punishment Page #6

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"smash old ways

in order to create new ones.

"Great men are not afraid

to be criminals."

But shouldn't their consciences

trouble them a little bit?

You know, as they step over

their dead bodies?

Or are they just too extraordinary

for that?

If the idea in whose name they dare

to do it is extraordinary...

Rodya...

Then they shouldn't be too hard

on themselves?

No. That's the job

of the masses usually.

Ah-ha.

Hanging them or condemning them

in their lifetime

and then putting them on a pedestal

a generation later.

When did you know about this?

But how do you distinguish the

extraordinary ones from the ordinary?

Have they got some sort of

special birthmark?

And what happens if there's a mix-up?

You know, someone who's ordinary

thinking they're extraordinary?

Happens all the time,

but I shouldn't worry too much.

The damage they can do is limited

because they're...

Ordinary, ultimately.

Exactly.

Well, we're certainly covering

a lot of ground on this, aren't we?

Oh, by the way, the extraordinary ones,

are there a lot of them?

Because while I obviously treat them

with the utmost respect,

- I'm a bit worried about the numbers.

- Don't be.

There are very few people capable of

saying or seeing anything new.

Is this some kind of game

you two are playing?

- Are you serious, Rodya?

- This is nothing new, Razumikhin.

What's new is you condoning it

on the grounds of conscience.

Look at it. Look at it.

Have I actually put that?

True. It's not actually in the lines.

But it's certainly between them,

isn't it?

- And out of his mouth.

- Hmm, something else actually.

Take a budding Napoleon who was looking

to get started, as it were,

tells himself he needs money

to fund his project,

starts getting his hands on it,

willy-nilly, do you see?

Isn't that, well, cheating?

Catch him and punish him, then.

Oh, we'll make him suffer.

But will he make himself?

If he realises his project was in vain.

Oh.

Forgive me, but do you consider yourself

as a bit of a Napoleon?

- Lf you'll forgive me.

- Lovely to see you again.

As for your statement,

just do it in the way I told you.

And do pop in if there's anything else

you can tell us,

- as one of the last to see her.

- Was I?

Did you see the decorators working in

that fourth-floor apartment, by the way?

The decorators were there

on the day of the murder itself.

- He was there the day before.

- Of course. Wishful thinking. Hmm.

Desperate to get my hands on a witness,

you see.

As for a murderer, even better.

What?

- It's not making sense. I don't get it.

- Get what?

All you did was pick up a pen.

He really went for you, didn't he?

Hmm. Quite reassuring, really.

If he'd had any facts,

he would have concealed them.

Yeah, some facts, I suppose.

Being ill, delirious,

holed up in your room for months,

in want of money,

sued by your landlady

while you react at the bureau.

Can't make any of it stick, can he?

Are you asking me something, Razumikhin?

The way he threw in that stupid

trick question at the end there.

- Yeah, it was a bit clumsy, wasn't it?

- A sign of desperation.

Well, whatever he tries to throw at me,

I'm out of his reach.

Because you're innocent.

You're the best person in the world.

You know, I'm actually looking forward

to our dinner tomorrow.

Good for you.

(BELL TOLLING)

What's going on? What do you want?

Murderer.

Hey!

Hey!

What did you say?

You are a murderer.

RODYA:
"Great men smash laws,"

"smash old ways

in order to create new ones.

"Great men are not afraid

to be criminals."

There's a lot I can forgive

in a sick man,

but not anything.

Please meet my cousin,

Porfiry Petrovich,

scourge of Petersburg's

criminal classes.

Examining magistrate, actually.

It's a policeman with knobs on.

(ALL LAUGHING)

- Brother.

- Oh, my darling!

Oh, my darling boy!

What are you looking for?

A really good time.

She seems to have made an impression

on you, Rodya.

She's a prostitute.

Desperate to get my hands on a witness,

you see.

As for a murderer, even better.

PORFIRY:
Oh, we'll make him suffer.

But will he make himself?

(DOOR OPENING)

MAN:
You are a murderer.

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

Come out, then.

I'm ready for you.

(FLY BUZZING)

(LAUGHING)

You again.

I didn't make a mistake the first time.

I'll do it again.

Because you're just a means to an end.

You're not even a person.

You're just a piece of sh*t that

I had to wipe off my shoe so I could...

So I could keep going.

This isn't why I'm doing it.

This is not...

Would Napoleon be stuffing

his pockets like this?

(GASPS)

Who are you?

- Did Porfiry send you?

- Porfiry? Not a name I know.

And as much as I admire Napoleon,

I'm no emissary of his either.

- You heard me?

- Heard you? I virtually saw you.

Allow me to introduce myself.

Arkadije Svidrigailov.

My sister's tormentor.

- I don't think so.

- I'd love to see her again.

- And I was hoping that...

- You know she's in Petersburg.

I was on the same train.

Well then, if you want my help,

I'll, er...

I'll give you directions

back to the station.

I wanted to make your

acquaintance, too, of course.

- Have done for some time actually.

- Well, you've made it. So will you go?

What did I do that was so terrible?

Her honour has been outraged.

Yes?

But just imagine for a moment

that I'm the one who was helpless.

Helpless with love.

I'm only human.

So, in fact, it was perfectly natural

for me to suggest

that we elope together

to Switzerland or America.

My sister was thrown out of your house.

Yes! I'm afraid my wife

jumped to the wrong conclusions,

but it turned out all right in the end.

I came clean.

- You're still a creep.

- But not a murderer.

- What?

- I'm sure you've heard

about my wife's misfortune.

- Dirty work by the sound of it.

- She died from natural causes.

The enquiry established it.

Besides, I...

I only used that little horsewhip twice.

Which I think, to be perfectly frank,

she rather liked.

- Liked?

- All women like being wronged.

They relish occasions like that.

Diversions and smack, she got one.

Do you know that my wife came to see me

an hour after her funeral?

What?

Then again the other day on the train.

And today in my apartment.

- A ghost?

- Oh, yes, but nothing dramatic.

She reminds me to do something

and then off she goes again.

- But it feels so real when she comes.

- How do you know?

Because they always are.

- What did you say?

- Nonsense.

- Just go and see a doctor.

- I know I'm ill.

That's why she visits me.

Who visits you?

Look, what do you want with my sister?

I want her permission

to offer her 10,000 rubles

to lessen the inconvenience

of her break-up

with that puffed up, provincial parvenu.

- Don't you ever give up?

- There's no calculation in my offer.

If there were, the sum would be more.

And in any case,

you should also tell her

that my wife has left her 3,000 rubles.

I don't want her to be enthralled to me.

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