Dirty Hands (Likaiset kädet)

Who is it? - Hugo.

Hugo Barine. Don't you recognize my voice?

Come on, open up!

It's me. You're surprised?

It's your appearance. - Yes, I've changed.

You recognize me? Absolutely sure?

Then you can put that away.

I thought you got eight years. - Well, yes. I did get eight years.

Did you escape? - Escape? I'm not crazy.

They had to push me out bodily. I was released for good behavior.

Are you hungry? - You'd like me to be, wouldn't you?

Why should I? - When a man is eating, he seems harmless.

I'm sorry, I'm neither hungry nor thirsty.

My typewriter? - Sold.

Ah!

It's empty! - What's empty? - This place.

Back there, when I put out my arms, I could touch both walls at once.

It feels funny to be free.

It makes me dizzy.

When were you released? - Just now.

You came straight here? - Where else?

You didn't talk to anyone? - No, Olga. No. Relax.

They didn't shave your head.

No.

Aren't you glad to see me?

I'm not sure.

If it's true that they let you go, you don't have to be afraid.

You think not?

How's Louis?

O.K. He's Secretary of the Treasury.

I thought as much.

I don't know why I got into the habit of thinking him as dead.

There must have been changes.

It has become much easier since the Americans came.

When did they come?

Four years ago.

Supposedly they were going on to Hungary, but decided to stay.

There are new comrades? -Yes. - Young ones? -Many.

We are less strict.

But the line is the same?

Precisely the same.

Did you ever talk about me?

Sometimes.

One night they came on their bikes, as in my day; they'd sit around the table.

Louis was stuffing his pipe and somebody would say: -

"It was just on a night like this the kid asked for his special permission."

Something like that.

And you would say: -

"The kid did the job cleanly without compromising anyone."

Yes, yes. - And then you said to yourselves: -

"He still has three years to serve, and when he gets out, -

- he'll be shot down like a dog for his troubles!"

You're crazy! - Did they have you send me the chocolates?

What chocolates?

The brandied chocolates in a pink box.

For six months I received regular packages. It made me happy.

Then the shipments stopped and I thought, "they are forgetting about me."

Three months ago another package arrived, -

with cigarettes and chocolates.

I smoked the cigarettes, my cell-mate ate the chocolates.

The poor man got sick and died.

Then I thought: "They haven't forgotten me."

You talk too much, Hugo. - I know it only too well.

Why did you come here?

You couldn't shoot me. At least I don't think so.

Who's there? - Charles.

Who is Charles? - One of our men.

Where is he? - Who? - The guy.

He's been tailed since prison. Isn't he here anymore?

He's here. - Where?

There.

No!

It won't take long, Olga.

You can take a walk if you feel like it.

When you come back, there'll be nobody here and no traces.

The kid will clean up.

Louis sent you? - Yes.

Where is he? - In the car. - Go get him.

Go on! I tell you to go get him.

What's got into you?

Why don't you let them do their job?

You are in too much of a hurry. - In too much of a hurry?

Send them away.

Wait in the car.

Come if I call.

Well?

What have you to tell me?

Louis, he worked for us.

Don't be a child, Olga.

He is dangerous.

He must not talk. - He won't talk.

Him?

That damned chatterbox!

We have lost many comrades since the Americans came.

We can't get rid of him without finding out whether he is salvageable or not.

Salvageable?

He's a useless, stupid anarchist.

An intellectual who thought only of striking an attractive pose.

A bourgeois who worked when it pleased him, -

and stopped at the slightest whim.

He is also the guy who at twenty shot down Hoederer despite his bodyguards -

- and disguised a political assassination as a crime of passion.

That story stinks.

I don't have the time to conduct an examination. - I have the time.

I think you have too much personal feeling mixed in this affair.

Likewise.

Have you ever known me to put my feelings first?

I don't give a damn about his life.

The party cannot take him back.

Not any more. You know that perfectly well.

He worked under an assumed name, nobody knew him, -

except Laurent who is dead, and Dresden, who is in China.

What do you suggest?

What time is it?

Eleven o'clock.

Come back at midnight. I shall know by then -

- why he killed Hoederer, and what he is today.

And if he isn't salvageable?

I'll let you in.

Don't you have men around the house? - Yes, four of them.

Let them stay there.

All right.

See you at midnight.

You have a strange look.

What did they want? - They were looking for you.

And you told them I was here?

I swear I did not.

That was nice of you.

Very well. - Don't go!

A lot can happen in one night.

What do you expect to happen?

Things can change.

What?

You. Me.

Darling!

Pig! You got it all wrong.

But I thought...

Why don't you come in with us again?

You picked just the right moment to ask me that.

What if this whole affair were due to a misunderstanding?

Didn't you ever think about what you would do when you got out?

No.

What did you think of?

About what I had done.

I tried to understand why I did it.

And did you come to understand?

Why did you do it?

It is true that Jessica was at the bottom of it?

Yes.

Then it was out of jealousy that... - I don't know.

Tell me.

What?

Everything. From the beginning.

You know the beginning as well as I do.

Everything began in March 1943.

I had recently joined the underground Proletarian Party.

I worked here.

We were joint editors of the party newspaper, as I'm sure you remember.

Couldn't you stop typing?

Why?

It gets on my nerves.

You don't seem the nervous type.

I'm not! But right now it bothers me.

Can't you talk to me?

Gladly.

What's your name?

In the underground I'm known as Ivan.

What's yours? - Raskolnikov.

What a name!

It's my name in the party.

Where'd you dig that up?

It's some guy in a novel.

What does he do?

He kills.

And you? Have you ever killed?

No. - Oh, really?

What's with you?

Nothing. - You're not feeling well.

I'm always like this just before.

Before what? - Never mind.

When I'm on my bike I'll feel better.

I'm too easy-going. If I didn't have to, I wouldn't hurt a fly.

Here it is.

Can you tie it on your baggage-carrier? - Yes.

You can beat it now.

They're expecting you at the dam and the house.

Good luck.

Aren't you going to kiss me?

Sure.

Good-by, Raskolnikov.

Good-by.

Where's he going to?

It's no business of yours.

He's going to bomb the bridge?

If something goes wrong, you're better off not knowing.

But you know? - Yes.

Of course.

You could keep your mouth shut. You're like Louis.

You'd die before you talk.

What makes you think I would talk?