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THE UNTOUCHABLE

Jeanne!

Sorry.

I'll tell you, but don't shout.

Stop shouting, please.

Let's eat the cake. I'll tell you after.

You left your bag behind.

Happy birthday, darling.

Blow them all out and I'll tell you all about it.

It's my only one. I lost the other.

One's pretty.

Jack left. I stayed with Igor.

No. Igor left, Jack stayed. I get muddled.

Water under the bridge...

Please turn that off.

But Jack couldn't handle it.

He needed a threesome.

It was the monsoon season. He went home to Australia.

I didn't want to go home.

Why not?

That's another story.

Turn it off.

Go on.

I left Delhi.

I took the train to Benares.

Varanasi.

We'd been before. I wanted to go back.

An endless train ride, I remember.

I dropped off my bags

and went to the Ghats, the banks of the Ganges.

The steps.

People come from all over India to die

or bathe in the holy water.

It's beautiful.

You stop believing in anything else.

I went to the pyres where they burn the dead.

I stayed for ages, gazing at the pyres.

How long?

And then...

Then I heard a voice in my ear.

My right ear.

It was gentle, so gentle...

What was his name?

It still is. Kalu.

Kalu Dom Arpan.

How do you know he's my father?

Jeanne!

What language did you speak?

What could we speak?

I hardly knew three words of his language.

What were they?

What were they?

What does it mean?

I can't remember.

Why didn't you tell me before?

I tried to but couldn't.

It was too soon, then too late. And now it's too late.

It's not.

Nothing's too late!

Just a minute.

Why didn't you go back to her?

I don't know. I couldn't.

Were you thinking about what she said?

It went in. I didn't think about it.

It went in like a knife. I didn't feel or think anything.

Thinking and feeling could be the same thing.

You think so?

Maybe we think with our skin.

I was drunk and needed to keep drinking.

I tried to walk straight to stay upright.

I found a bar.

And stayed all night?

I chatted and drank.

Then I got on the train.

You should sleep.

Me not sleep...

sleep in day...

when work...

sleep, work...

Sorry.

I had this dream a week ago.

Stop.

Not so loud.

Let it build up.

Joan's Third Descent to the Underworld.

The Snowstorm.

I had this dream

a week ago.

Before my eyes, in a small field,

enclosed by giant buildings

and small enough to be shaded by one bush,

I saw a mass of people.

How many, I do not know.

More than if the field were full of little birds.

The mass of people was so dense

that the field swelled up

and they hung in bunches from its edges.

Briefly, the heaving mass clung on.

Then a trivial word was said,

and the mass began to flow.

I saw marching crowds

and streets, some strange, some familiar.

Chicago!

You were marching too! I saw myself

at your head, marching as to war

with bloodied brow!

Then I shouted warlike words

in a language I did not know!

Crowds came marching from all sides,

all led by myself in various guises,

young and old, sobbing, cursing,

and outraged!

Virtue and terror, merged!

Wherever I trod, I wrought change,

causing massive destructions,

altering the orbits of distant planets,

transfiguring familiar streets.

I marched with the crowd,

shielded from attack by a coat of snow!

Wraithlike with hunger, we offered no target.

Homeless, we could not be invaded.

Inured to suffering,

we were untouchable.

And so the crowd marched on,

leaving this place that none could endure.

That was my dream.

I can't go on. I feel bad.

Will you be long?

I don't know yet.

Shit!

Why are you here?

I lost my stone.

What stone?

My earring.

Feeling better?

Thanks.

Hi.

Why does she go when I come?

It's the rule.

I wasn't expecting you.

Won't you come in?

Were you thinking about what she said?

It went in. I didn't think about it.

Like a knife. I didn't feel or think anything.

Thinking and feeling could be the same thing.

I don't know.

Maybe we think with our skin.

I was drunk and needed to keep drinking.

I tried to stay upright. I found a bar.

And stayed all night?

I chatted and drank and took the train home in the morning.

What was the town?

What town?

Where your mother lives.

Pont- ...-Mousson.

She can stand in for me.

Who?

- It's not that easy. - It is.

I have to go there. I have to go now.

Got any money?

Have you?

Of all the nerve!

I don't have any.

Why not ask your mother?

She's always broke.

I wouldn't want her money anyway.

Want to sleep here?

Lost the urge?

Later.

When?

After.

Doesn't your bed feel small with me in it?

It feels small without you.

Call them, OK?

You're quite sure?

Quite sure.

I'll look stupid.

You never look stupid.

I brushed them off a dozen times.

Such is life

in your dirty business.

I'm sure it's too late.

I'm sure it's not.

You couldn't stand the thought of him!

I know.

Make the call.

He's out. I'll try later.

Promise?

If that's what you want.

Three hundred thousand.

300,000 plus commission. He's not a cleaning lady!

He's had another offer...

Of course he'd rather do your film!

Can you make it without him?

The other guy wants an answer by tonight.

Call me after lunch.

Take care.

What's wrong?

Business is booming.

Do you mind that?

Fine by me.

What's with the Brecht?

He's getting a stand-in.

- For how long? - 'Til I get back.

When's that?

I don't know.

You valued that role.

I still do.

Can't I advance you the money?

Why not?

I don't want you to.

Just get me a fat check when you call him.

Nice and fat, OK?

How many days was it?

Six days? We'll see.

See what?

Can I at least buy you lunch?

Let's go. I'm hungry.

I'm not.

You are! Come on.

Where to?

I'm easy.

I mean your trip.

India.

Can you turn off the radio?

We're stuck.

Twenty minutes, maybe.

I'll take the subway.

You sure?

I'll be there before you.

Wait...

How much longer?

I told you. Five minutes.

We're almost ready.

We'll be done in five minutes.

You've read the scene?

Yes.

Want to discuss it?

If you want.

I'd rather not.

You'll see when we shoot.

You sure?

OK, if you prefer.

Camera.

Rolling.

Mark it.

Scene 51, take 6.

- Do you think about me? - Of course.

I'm sure you don't.

How can you know?

I don't. I can feel it.

You feel wrong!

I just feel it.

When she asks if you had a nice day

and you say "Yes, dear"

do you think about me?

OK, OK.

Cut!

It's way too small. Try this one.

It's fine.

Try this one, please.

On a line with the globe, there.

How's that?

Huge. Way too big.

Let's try this one again.

Can you ask them to leave?

And shut the door behind them.

Could you all please leave the set?

Everybody out.

Great. Plenty big enough.

I disagree.

You're sure?

When you've decided, I'll be at the bar.

They're ready when you are.

Can you try not to stress him out?

What's the problem?

All that, with five hard weeks of shooting behind him.

Is it harder for him or for me?

I don't know.

Camera.

Rolling.

Mark it!

Scene 22, take 1.

Can we discuss it?

Discuss what?

How we should do it.

How do you want?

How many shots are there?

Seven or eight, max.

Are you sure?

Run them together.

OK.

Two takes.

Three.

Two. Three if there's a problem.

OK, we can try.

No extra takes, and that's final.

OK.

Is that it?

I want a closed set.

Just the camera, you and us.

No sound?

No, or I won't do it.

OK. Come when you like.

Fran�ois, can you come please?

Lie down there, OK?

Back a bit. OK?

You'll take off the robe.

OK now, Jeanne...

Clear the set, please.

Quick and quiet, thanks.

Clear the set, please.

And the sound.

Camera.

Hold her waist.

With both hands.

Stroke her stomach.

Fondle her breasts.

Gently. Start again.

Look down, Jeanne.

Down a bit...

Now look up.

And back.

More...

Open your eyes.

Are you here to visit?

Yes and no. I have family.

Indian family?

You don't look Indian!

- You have no imagination. - True.

But nature has plenty.

Do you have family here?

I don't. This daffy fellow does.

Tell her.

You tell her. You're dying to.

He's right. Don't twist my arm!

Would you believe,

he has a female cousin,

best friends since childhood and all that,

who became a nun and settled here.

In a convent?

St. Teresa's in Benares.

Did you decide to visit her?

I did.

It was troubling him

and a good excuse for a trip.

Would you come with me?

When?

Don't you want to go alone?

I did, but it might be better with a girl.

Suits me. He has an audience on Friday.

- What's today? - Tuesday.

Are you at this hotel?

I swim here every day.

Like now.

It's here.

You brought a friend?

This is Jeanne.

Jeanne, Muriel.

Now I'm Sister Teresa of the Infant Jesus.

Didn't you prefer men?

I brought Jeanne along.

- I so wanted to meet you. - That's nice.

I'm very glad to meet you, too.

How's the family,

OK?

The family, you know...

better than I do.

Do you miss us?

Who is "us"?

Them.

Me.

My heart is always with you.

More and more.

Do you ever go out?

Rarely.

Sometimes, when the bishop visits.

But I follow the news.

I know as much as I need.

How do you live?

We need nothing here.

We grow plenty of food.

How can you stand the loneliness,

this poverty all around?

On the contrary,

I've never felt less lonely,

precisely because of the poverty.

Are there any Indian sisters?

Almost all.

Any Untouchables?

Some.

Some join us to escape being Untouchable.

And they get there.

The straight way isn't for everyone.

What?

Can't you take a joke?

Too bad.

Exactly why are you here?

To see you, silly!

No, in India.

In this convent.

- In one word? - Prayer.

Prayer?

To pray.

Pray for who?

All of us.

It's me.

Where are you?

I'm flying back tomorrow.

Shall I pick you up?

If you like.

But don't say anything. I can't talk.

I'm coming home to sleep.

To sleep a long time.

We can sleep together but not talk.

I'll tell you after.

See you tomorrow.

What time?

Six.

a.m.?

Yes.

See you tomorrow.

You OK?

Subtitles: Nigel Palmer

DVD Subtitling: CNST, Montreal