Crime and Punishment Page #8

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I can't find it.

- What do you want it for?

- I want you to read it to me.

Why? You don't believe in God.

I want to see how much you do.

- I won't.

- Come on.

You've ruined yourself.

You're sitting on the edge

of a stinking pit.

And you reek of it.

But you're waiting for a miracle,

aren't you?

Well, come on,

let me see if your heart's in it.

SONIA:
"Jesus said,

'Take away this stone.'

"Martha, the sister of him

that was dead, said unto him,

"'Lord, he has been dead four days.'

"And then he cried out

with a loud voice,

"'Lazarus, come forth.'

"And he that was dead came forth.

"Bound hand and foot with grave cloth.

"And Jesus said unto them,

"'Loose him and let him go.'

"And many of the Jews which came to Mary

"and had seen the things which Jesus did

"believed in him."

Do your beliefs make you less lonely?

My beliefs make me want to go to you.

Come on, then

I know who killed Lizaveta, Sonia.

It's frightening.

What will you do?

Come back here and tell you.

Just you.

Come back from where?

The campaign.

War is raging.

I've come to see Porfiry.

Well, I see, er...

I'll tell him you're here.

Wait there.

- You don't have an appointment?

- No.

Go in.

Sir. Come in, come in.

So here you are then,

in our neck of the woods.

Sit, here.

That's it.

I've brought you my statement

about the articles.

Oh, fine, yes.

Oh, well, this is fine.

I don't need any more than that.

(CREAKING)

You said you wanted to ask me more

about my dealings with the pawnbroker.

Ah.

- So?

- Oh.

No hurry.

Did I tell you my living quarters

are just through there?

They're being decorated.

I'm only in that apartment

for the time being.

Move back here

when it's all spick and span.

Quite a perk, government accommodation.

- I suppose so.

- I even get to choose my own wallpaper.

Oh, yes. Quite a perk.

The only thing is

it's living above the shop.

- Well, so to speak.

- I've heard

there are certain techniques

you investigators go in for.

Ages spent on chit-chat.

Until the person being interviewed

almost forgets what he's doing there.

Then, as the suspect sits back

in his chair, spreads his legs,

the investigator asks him,

"Why did you kill her?"

Or him.

All of a sudden,

the suspect is on the floor.

Metaphorically.

Not just metaphorically.

Oh, I'm sure.

So is that why you think

I've been banging onto you

about my choice of wallpaper?

Look! Question me or let me go.

In fact, I won't even ask

your permission to get out of here,

I'll just do it now.

Calm down. What are you talking about?

Why should I be questioning you anyway?

I'm sorry about laughing like that.

It's actually some kind of affliction.

Social awkwardness or nerves

or some such.

My not being married

is another symptom of it.

Men like us,

we're not very good at

breaking the ice, are we?

I say, do sit down.

You'll just set my nerves off again

then I'll be helpless.

(SIGHS)

Sorry about this.

Piles.

Not helped by the fact

I'm sitting down all day.

Actually, I'm thinking

of taking up gymnastics.

You know, the skipping rope.

And all that.

In the meantime,

you'll just have to forgive me

for all this walking up and down.

Sorry. Am I doing it again?

(LAUGHS) You're waiting for

the hammer blow now, are you?

I suppose the work of an investigator

is almost military.

Does one go for an all-out attack

and take the enemy in one go?

Or just dig trenches and lay siege

to them day by day,

wearing them out bit by bit?

Some gentleman I might have my eye on,

I just leave him alone.

I make sure he knows I know everything.

The whole sordid story.

I make sure he knows I'm watching him

all the time.

Oh, a real reign of terror.

And what if his nerve

is as strong as yours?

It's my job to get on his nerves.

- Do you always succeed?

- Yes.

Because I always have the advantage.

- Which is?

- I haven't done anything.

He can always lie about what he's done.

Or he can give me a clue.

And they usually do.

- How?

- I didn't ask.

I'll tell you all the same.

His mouth starts to run away with him.

He starts saying things he shouldn't

about events he's not supposed

to have been involved in.

He can't help but draw attention

to himself,

despite himself.

It's in his nature.

The nature of a murderer.

Oh, I do hope you're not going

to faint again.

- You're looking terribly queasy.

- I'm fine.

- I'll open a window for you, shall I?

- I'm fine.

When you fainted before,

we didn't know who you were.

We all know who you are now!

Stop laughing at me.

If you suspect me, then arrest me.

If I killed Lizaveta and the pawnbroker,

then prosecute me.

If you feel you have the right to do it,

then just do it.

- Because I'm sick of this.

- Dear me.

Rodya Romanovich, this won't do.

Now this won't do at all.

Let me get you some water.

I'm sick of it.

You'll drive yourself crazy

if you go on like that.

Back to square one with your illness.

Here. Drink this.

I'm fine.

Heavens. Hanging a murder on yourself.

You're going off into a spin.

All over the place.

- What do you mean?

- Going back to her apartment

and asking about the blood.

(LAUGHS)

What an exploit.

- How do you know about that?

- Doesn't matter.

What it proves is you're suffering

from delirium.

I wasn't delirious when I did that.

Why say that?

It would mitigate what you did.

I don't want to mitigate it.

Guilty men always want mitigation.

That proves you're not one of them.

Don't you think?

- You're lying.

- I wish you well.

No, sincerely.

Otherwise I really would be asking you

the kind of questions

that make you fall off your chair.

I'd have taken a statement from you.

I'd have had your room searched.

But I haven't behaved like that, have I?

Which must mean I don't suspect you.

- Well, don't you think?

- You're lying.

Obviously you can't see

what I'm saying at the moment

because you're not yourself.

- You're lying.

- You see?

Am I a suspect or not?

Why are you forcing yourself

on me like this?

Oh, I can't stand this.

Don't you want to see

my little surprise?

He's hiding in here.

I even locked him in

so he couldn't run away.

You think you can make me crazy.

Make me burst with it.

Burst? Even a man like you needs a pin.

(CRASHING)

PORFIRY:
What's going on?

Why have you brought him up?

Take him away, now!

OFFICER:
But he wants

to tell you about...

I killed the pawnbroker and Lizaveta.

It was me. It was me.

I'm the one that did it.

- I will make a statement.

- Oh, for God's sake.

I'm sorry about this.

In the circumstances,

I shall have to say goodbye to you.

So you're not going to be showing me

your little surprise, then?

We'll see each other again soon.

An unexpected development.

It seems I'm not needed now.

What do you want with me?

I beg your pardon, sir.

I was the surprise Porfiry

was supposed to show you.

- Who are you?

- I live in the pawnbroker's building.

I was there when you were thrown out.

When you asked to be taken down

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