Crime and Punishment (Crime et châtiment)

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT

Based on the novel by Dostoyevsky.

Rag and bone? Any old iron?

Rag and bone?

Rag and bone? Any old iron?

Well, René?

You said you'd come by at 3. Haven't you finished?

I haven't even started. Your translations are a bore!

- Are you sick? - No, I'm hungry.

We were going to get 50. It isn't normal.

And it's normal we spent 3 years studying

only to translate murder mysteries!

- It's a game. - A game!

Rather than playing for nothing, why not commit a crime?

A crime that'd make us rich!

Why not two or three? If it makes us rich!

There are useless old ladies.

What's the harm in taking their money?

Look at your mum and sis. That answers your dumb questions.

I thought you were broke! What's this?

200 francs the postman brought me...

from my mother.

You're complaining?

I won't touch it.

Nicole is getting engaged to a good man...

or rather, a rich man.

An old man who'll shower her with gifts.

Would you let your young sis marry him?

Too many questions!

I'll take the text.

I'd better get down to work since you won't.

Go and eat. You'll feel better for it.

Murder would upset folk.

Find something else.

Try to stop Nicole marrying the old man. It'd be a shame.

Sir?

René Brunel.

I was intending to pay you a visit. I'm delighted to...

You won't shake my hand?

No matter. Come in.

Nicole warned me about your character...

I promised to win you over.

BY buying me? How much?

I gave my word. You can't vex me.

With all that fat, your skin must be tough.

The 200 you gave me to buy your way in... keep it!

I gave your mother a sum for her travel expenses.

She and Nicole arrive tomorrow.

They wrote to me.

She sent the money without my knowledge.

- Don't criticize! - I'm not.

But had I known you were short, I'd have helped you out,

and generously.

Monestier, why not give up the idea of marrying Nicole?

But she said yes. Or rather, almost.

You're asking me to give up immense joy.

Nicole is eighteen!

Yes. I was moved by her youth.

It excites you! Admit it.

I promised her we wouldn't row.

I promised myself she wouldn't marry you!

On Sundays, the two of us sway.

Under the branches and feel so gay.

Our hearts full of love.

Where's the booze?

In my haversack, there.

Who's there?

Don't you recognize me? René Brunel.

- You again! - I need to survive.

My coffers are empty!

I've got a watch for you.

- Gold? - Yes.

Come in.

Show me.

An old model.

It's my father's watch. It's good quality.

No one wants these nowadays.

And it could be plated.

Show some heart.

Everyone knows Mrs Orvet helps the poor.

It's worth nothing! Or practically nothing.

Help out a poor student.

8 francs minus 3 months' interest.

The less I lend you, the easier it'll be to pay me back.

What's wrong with you?

You're pale, and your brow's sweaty.

I felt giddy.

6.8 francs.

What do you say?

I'm being kind.

And I warn you, 3 months is 3 months. Not a day more.

- Got 2 francs? - No.

I won't quibble over 2 francs. Here's 7 francs.

It's the 10th of May today.

The 10th of August without fail.

You could say thank you!

And close the door behind you.

- What about me? - Got any money?

Having money is one thing,

being thirsty is another.

It's totally unrelated.

Well, open a bar and tell me about it.

Give me a drink! Anything will do.

Anything but water. And I'll tell you my life story.

Don't get on my nerves.

A vermouth.

Gentlemen, Lady Luck will smile

on whoever takes pity on the pig holding out his glass.

Get lost!

Sorry, gents.

Sweethearts are soft-hearted.

They will have pretty children

if they buy me a drink.

Wait till we're married!

Leave my customers alone or I'll throw you out!

To your health, gents!

To your good health!

You whose glass is full...

Sir, may God ensure your glass is always full.

It isn't His job!

Sir...

would you give a glass of wine to Pierre Marcellin?

Bad husband, terrible father...

thrown out of everywhere for drunkenness

and not daring to go home.

He who says nothing, agrees...

Your good manners require a word of explanation.

I left my family to go out for a walk.

It's been six days now since I left home

with the few pennies I had left.

Gustave, who's that man? He's amusing.

You find? I don't. If you knew the life he led...

A local tramp?

A sad man with a sick wife and starving kids.

No kidding!

Would it be too much

to ask for another bottle?

I can't afford it.

Just my luck!

Where to now?

One always has to go somewhere.

But where?

I ask you.

You should go home.

And reappear before Thérése, née Michaux,

whose first husband was Captain Fabier.

Go home without making a sound.

Would you come with me?

Thérése has a poorly chest.

She coughs and spits blood.

I don't complain, mind!

Would you explain to her

that my illness is drunkenness,

one doesn't choose one's illness

and each of us must bear our own

as God decided?

Young man,

you who are kind-hearted and educated,

would you tell Thérése

to take pity on me?

Poverty is not a vice,

but destitution is the worst of vices.

Figure that one out!

I live here.

Good thing the house is rotten.

Without those beams, I would never recognize it.

I have got you home, now go up alone.

No, René, if you abandon me, I'll sit here and wait.

- Wait for what? - I'll wait... for nothing!

Look, I don't mean to... Do you live high up?

On the third floor. But the stairs are as rotten as the rest.

Let's get you bed!

Another thing I didn't tell you...

Tell me next time.

I don't deserve your friendship if I hide the worse.

I haven't told you about Lily.

Who's Lily?

My daughter. My eldest.

- Well, Lily... - How old is she?

Eighteen.

There's no need to explain. I've understood.

Up you go.

- René! - What?

I feel sick.

Wait... I need to rest a bit.

Everything is spinning.

I could tell you I started drinking to forget what Lily does...

No! The opposite is true.

Seeing we were always broke,

hearing the kids cry constantly,

she went and did it.

I still remember her coming home with 30 francs one day.

What is an affectionate father to do?

Shout and murder someone?

Kill himself?

Know what I did, René?

Yes. You said nothing and took the money.

Yes.

But I promised before God

I would never drink again.