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: [Looking down at the water
] I wonder how many poor devils have found an answer to their questions down there. If only the dead could ever come back. Sonya
: They have!
[goes inside to fetch a book, returns
: Remember the Raising of Lazarus? Roderick Raskolnikov
: [Takes Bible, turns it over and hands it back
] Are you happy to have your Bible back? Sonya
] Would you like me to read the Raising of Lazarus? Roderick Raskolnikov
: [They go inside
] I can't understand you Sonya, how can you continue living like this? Sonya
: I believe in God. Roderick Raskolnikov
: What have you or I to hope for out of life? Sonya
: Don't take away my faith - I need it. Roderick Raskolnikov
: Don't take away my un-belief - I need that!
: Good afternoon. We haven't seen much of you these past two days. Have you been praying or only fasting? Roderick Raskolnikov
: I've been contemplating life. Landlady
: You better contemplate the rent! I haven't had a penny out of you in six months! How much longer do you expect me to wait?
: I forgot that there was still some kindness in the world. Thank you. Roderick Raskolnikov
: I forgot there was still some beauty in it.
: I may say that I have fairly advanced ideas on the subject of marriage. Roderick Raskolnikov
: In deed. Lushin
: I prefer a girl, like your sister, who's experienced poverty. I believe that a wife should always look up to her husband as a benefactor.
[Slams the door in anger
] Roderick Raskolnikov
: Money! Money! MONEY! Money! Money! Money!
: After all Professor, this is your problem, not mine. You promised to show me your blundering police methods and you certainly have. Sorry, I can't give more assistance. Good luck. Insp. Porfiry
: Thanks. Why did you call me Professor? Roderick Raskolnikov
: Because, eh, you profess to know something about crime. Insp. Porfiry
: Roderick, where did you get this money? Antonya Raskolnikov
: Dmitri, where did you get that money? Dmitri
: Search me? Where did you get it, Roderick? Roderick Raskolnikov
: All I had to do was ask for it! Take what you want! Lie! Cheat! Bluff! Take life by the throat! Come on, lets go out and celebrate...
: Roderick, I don't think you should talk to the Inspector like that. Roderick Raskolnikov
: Inspector. Inspect this! No man could have the nerve to commit a murder, then sit in your office, watch you accuse another man and tell you he's not guilty.
: I do this almost every night. Come out here and look down at the water. Sometimes the water seems full of stars. And then I feel like I can put this bucket down and pull up a whole pailful of them. Roderick Raskolnikov
: You're lonely, aren't you? Sonya
: You are too.
: I may sound like a preacher, but, the truth remains that there is no prisoner, steel-bound, as a man's conscious. Nothing that we could devise, is as horrible as the torture conscious will inflict on a man. Conscious, day-and-night, waking-and-dreaming. Roderick Raskolnikov
: Take your hands off me!
: [seeing Sonya searching for something a the bottom of the stair
] What did you lose? Sonya
: [referring to the pawnbroker
] A ruble. It dropped out of my hand when she pushed me out of the door. Roderick Raskolnikov
: [with bitternes
] Someone ought to push her into the next world!
: [to Roderick
] How long do you think you can keep up this pretense? Forever? For all eternity? Roderick Raskolnikov
: You're wasting your time. Insp. Porfiry
: Then I'm afraid I'll have to send an innocent man to Siberia - vety likely to his death. It's not my doing after all - it's yours. I don't know how you feel about it, but it's a worse crime than the other in its way, more cold-blooded and fiendish. A Napoleon might be able to carry it off, but you're not a Napoleom, my friend. Not hard enough. I'm sorry for you. I wouldn't be in your place for anything in the world.
: Time to go. Dounia
: To turn yourself in? Raskolnikov
: Yes. But i don't know why. Dounia
: Because by taking your suffering, you'll be taking away half your crime. Raskolnikov
: Crime? Some crime. I killed a filthy old money lender, Dounia. A louse! I'm only going to confess because... I'm a coward. A mediocrity.