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Marmelodov's Funeral

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Scan across the table, set with random cutlerly, glasses, plates, etc, and over to the buffet of food. First across the alcohols. Rum (apple juice), Wine (grape juice), Vodka (water), Tea, and Punch are in abundance. The food is old and cheap – black bread, Kut’ya (cran-apple mixture), blinis (pancakes), grits, and jellied meat (Spam? Orange chicken?).

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NARRATOR

It would be hard to say what precisely the reasons were that had put the idea of this senseless memorial funeral banquet into Katerina Ivanovna’s muddled head. She had squandered very nearly ten of the twenty or so rubles Raskolnikov had given her for the expenses of Marmelodov’s funeral. Wines, in the plural, and of different varieties, there were none; neither was there any mandeira. There was, however, drink. There were vodka, rum, and Lisbon wine, all of the most inferior qualities, but present in ample quantities. As for comestibles, there was, besides the there was, besides the traditional kut’ya, three or four other dishes, one of which was, ironically, blinis, all from Amilia Ivanovna’s kitchen, and in addition two samovars had been set up for the tea and punch that was to follow the meal. Katerina Ivanovna had left Amilia Ivanovna in charge of everything, and had gone off to the cemetery. And indeed it had all been magnificently prepared: the table had been actually been properly laid for once, and although all the crockery and cutlery, the forks, knives, glasses and cups, were a mixed assembly of various styles and calibers, everything was in place by the appointed hour.

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Katerina and the Pole return home from the funeral. Katerina is a annoyed that so few people attended her husband’s funeral. Amilia greets them, in her black dress and hat with ribbons. Katerina glances over all the setting, as she, Amilia, and the pole take their seat.

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Katerina (voice over)

One might think the table would never had been laid were it not for Amilia Ivanovna! She did this all out of charity. Out of charity! Thank you very much! In my father’s home the table had on occasion been set for forty people, and Amilia Ivanovna, or, more correctly Lyudvigovna, would not even have been allowed in the kitchen!

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The guests begin to arrive. They are all seedy, dirty, and a few a little more than just tipsy. The spotty clerk and deaf blind man enter and give their condolences to Katerina. The drunk clerk does not even acknowledge her existence as he enters loud and laughing and just sits down, taking another swig from his flask. Finally the man in his pajamas enters. Katerina gives a shriek and starts to cry. Amilia and the Pole escort him out of the room. The camera scans over all the guests in the room. Finally Raskolnikov enters, and Katerina immediately gets up and greets him.

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Katerina (Voice over) (C

Finally a guest of proper education! And everyone knows he is getting ready for a professorship in St. Petersburg.

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She leads him to sit on her left hand side. Raskolnikov apologizes for being late and for missing the funeral. Katerina, coughing, waves off his apologies and begins passing the food around. Once everyone has some, general chatter fills the room. Katerina begins talking to Raskolnikov.

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Katerina

It’s that old cuckoo who is to blame for it all. You know who I mean, her, her!

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She nods towards Amalia.

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Katerina (CONT'D)

Look at her: making those big eyes like that, she knows we’re talking about her, but she can’t understand what we’re saying, and her eyes are popping out of her head. Phoo, the old owl, hahaha

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She burst into a coughing fit.

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Katerina (CONT'D)

And what is she trying to prove with that cap? Have you noticed that she wants everyone to think she’s making me a concession and doing me a favor by attending? I asked her, since she is a woman of social standing, to invite some of the better sort of people, and particularly those who knew my dead husband, and look who she brought with her! Clowns! Chimney sweeps! Look at the one with dirt all over his face; he’s a walking nonentity! And those wretched little Poles!... hahaha

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She coughs more.

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Katerina (CONT'D)

No one, no one hs ever seen them here before, not even I have ever seen them; so why have they come, I ask you? There they sit, neatly in a row. Panie, hej!!

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She yells at the Poles.

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Katerina (CONT'D)

Have some more! Drink the beer, the beer! Won’t you have some Vodka?

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The Pole stands and bows to her.

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Katerina (CONT'D)

Look: he lept to his feet, he’s bowing look look: they must be starving, the poor wretches! Never mind, let them eat. At least they don’t make any noise, although… although I must say I fear for the landlady’s spoons.

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She turns to Amalia

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Katerina (CONT'D)

Amalia Ivanovna! If anyone steals your spoons I must warn you in advance that I can’t be held responsible for them. Hahaha!

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She turns back to Raskolnikov.

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Katerina

She didn’t understand, she didn’t understand that time, either! She’s sitting there, with her mouth open, look: she’s an owl, a real old owl, a brown owl wearing new ribbons hahaha!

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Her laughter turns to coughing into a handkerchief. She shows Raskolnikov the blood on the cloth.

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Katerina (CONT'D)

You see, I gave her the most subtle task, one might say, of inviting the lady and her daughter – you know who I’m talking about don’t you? Well, she needed to do it in the most delicate manner possible, to employ all her tact and skill, but she went about it in such a way that that country goosecap, that over weening frump, that worthless provincial slathern just because she’s the widow of some major or other and has come to plead for a pension and wear out her skirt-hems on the doorsteps of the government offices, because at fifty-five she dies her hair with antimony and uses powder and roughe… that even a frump like that did not see fit to come – not only that, but she didn’t even send her excuses for not attending, as the most ordinary rules of politeness demand! Also I can’t understand why Pytor Petrovich hasn’t come either! And where’s Sonya? Where’s she got to?

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Sonya enters the room discretely, trying not to be noticed.

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Katerina

Ah here she is at last! Well, Sonya, where have you been? I find it strange that you should be late even for your father’s funeral. Rodion Romanovich please pet her in at your side. There’s a place for you, Sonya…

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Sonya sits down and softly starts to explain why she is late.

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Katerina (CONT'D)

have some of whatever you like. Have some of the jellied meat, it’s the best thing there is on the table. They’ll be bringing some more blinis in a minute. Have the children had some? Polya, have you something of everything over there?

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She coughs again.

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Katerina (CONT'D)

Well, that’s all right, then. Now be a good girl, Lyonya, and Kolya, don’t kick your legs; sit the way a well-brought-up boy ought to sit. What’s that, Sonya?

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Sonya

(explains why she's late. Honestly I have no idea what to type here since the book doesn't exactly say, and I'm tired. So Sarah... be creative.)

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Katerina

I suppose it would be odd for a man as respected and of such social standing as Pyotr Petrovich to fall in with such unusual company, in spit of all his devotion to my family and his earlier friendship with my father. That is why I am particularly grateful to you Rodion Romanovich, for not having shunned my hospitality, even in surroundings such as these. However I am certain it was only your special friendship with my poor deceased husband that prompted you to keep your word.

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She surveys her guests again, eyes resting on the deaf blind man.

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Katerina (CONT'D)

Sir, would you like some more? Have you had any wine?

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The man doesn’t respond. His neighbor shakes him. He awakes with a start. The questions are repeated. He doesn’t understand and just looks around more. Everyone laughs.

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Katerina (CONT'D)

Look at that moon-calf! Look, look! What have they brought him along for? Now as far as Pyotr Petrovich is concerned I have always had great faith in him, and of course I need hardly say that he’s not like…

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She turns to Amalia.

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Katerina (CONT'D)

Not like those dressed-up draggle tails whome Papa would never have even engaged as cooks in his kitchen and whom my deceased would have been doing an honor in receiving, which he would have only done out of the kindness of his heart.

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Supply Clerk

Yes ma’am, he certainly was fond of a drink, that was what he used to like – a good drink ma’am!

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The supply clerk downs his 12th glass of vodka.

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Katerina

My deceased husband did indead have that failing and it's no secret to anyone. But he was a kind and noble man who loved and respected his family; the only bad thing was that because of his kindness he put too much trust in all kinds of depraved people and heaven only knows who he used to drink with - men who were not worth the soles of his boots! Imagine, Rodion Romanovich, they found a honey cake cockerel in one of his pockets: he'd come back dead drunk, yet he'd remembered the children.

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Supply Clerk

A cock-er-el? did you say: a cock-er-el

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Katerina falls silent, refusing to answer him. Instead she turns to Raskolnikov and begins speaking to him again.

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Katerina

I expect you're like all the rest, and think I was too strict with him. But you know, it's not true! He respected me, he respected me very, very much! The man had a good kind soul! And how sorry I used to feel for him sometimes! He used to sit looking at me from a corner, and I'd feel so sorry for him, I'd want to put my arms round him but then I'd think to myself: 'If you do that, he'll go and get drunk again,' and it was only by being strict that I could do anything to restrain him.

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Supply Clerk

Yes, ma'am, much was the tugging of the locks, much was the tugging thereof.

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He downs more vodka, and everyone is laughing slightly.

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Katerina

There are some fools who could do with a taste of the broom handle nevermind the tugging of the locks. And I don't mean the departed now either!

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Her cheeks have been growing steadily redder. People start encouraging the Supply Clerk to egg her on more.

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Supply clerk

Pe-e-ermit me to inquire what you are getting at, ma'am. That is to say, on whose noble account... you were so good just now as to... But oh, never mind! It's just nonsense. A widow! A widow woman! I forgive her... Passe!

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He drinks more vodka. Raskolnikov barely picks at his food. Someone from the end of the table sends Sonya a plate with black bread in the shape of a heart with an arrow peircing it. She blushes.

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Katerina

Ignore that drunken ass.

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Amalia

Did I ever tell you about Karl from the pharmacy? he was an acquaintance of mine and had been taking a cab somewhere one nigh. The cab man tried to kill him and Karl begged him very very much not to kill him, and cried and begged with folded hands, and was so very very frightened that his fear broke his heart.

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She smiles, thinking she did something good. Katerina smiles as well, but it's a cruel smile.

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Katerina

You should try to tell anecdotes in Russian.

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Amalia is offeded.

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Amalia

Vater aus Berlin was a very important man who went about with his hands in the pockets.

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Katerina laughs even harder, offending Amalia even more.

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Katerina

There's the brown owl for you. What she was trying to say was that he used to keep his hands in his pockets, but the way she said it sounded as though he was a pickpocket.

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She coughs.

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Katerina (CONT'D)

And have you noticed Rodion Romanovich that it really is true that all these St. Petersburg foreigners who are most of them Germans, and come to settle with usfor some strange reason are all more stupid than we are! I mean you must admit, what sort of a story is that to tell, about "karl from the pharmacy" getting his heart "broken with fright" and instead of tackling the cabman "folding his hands" - the milksop! - "and crying and begging very very much"? Oh the big bird brain! IAnd I mean she thinks it's very touching and has no idea how stupid she is! If you ask me, that druken supply clerk's far more intelligent thn she is; at least he doesn't try to hide the fact that he's a dissolute fellow who's drunk awa the last remaining shreds of any sense he may have had - whereas these foreigners are all so sedate and serious... Look at her sitting there with her eyes popping out of her head. She's angry! Angry!

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She burst into another coughing fit.

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Katerina (CONT'D)

(Yes, I am having to write this from scratch. Please feel free to change it to being more in character if you want.) Now as for the future, with the pension Ptyor Petrovich has promised, we will move back to my hometown. I will open a boarding school for daughters of the gentry there. I am certainly most qualified.

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She pulls out her certificate of merit.

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Katerina (CONT'D)

Have I showed you this yet? A certificate. From when I danced at a ball heald upon my graduation. With a shawl in the "presence of the governor and other notables."

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The paper is passed from guest to guest.

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