All language subtitles for Disgrace.2008.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

- I haven't heard
from my daughter.

- Still living with a woman?

- Yes, still a lesbian.

Still on the farm.

She thinks it's safe there.

- Nowhere's safe.

Too many people with nothing
to do but cause trouble.

How's work?

- They look through me
when I speak,

forget my name.

- There's no respect anymore.

Have you missed me?

- I miss you all the time.

I'm curious.

How do you manage this life?

Is there a husband?

- You better go now.

I forgot to tell you,
my mother's ill.

I have to take care of her,
so I won't be here next week.

- Will I see you
the Thursday after?

- I'm not sure.

Why don't you ring the agency?

- Give me your number.

I'll ring you direct.

- No, ring the agency.

- "That had usurped
upon a living thought

that never more could be."

Why did Wordsworth use the
unusual verb form "usurp upon"?

Because "usurp upon" means
"to intrude or encroach upon."

"The clouds cleared,
the peak was unveiled,

and we grieved to see it."

Why "grieve"?

[woman laughs]

- [speaking indistinctly]

[thunder rumbling]

[women screaming]

- Ow!

- Are you all right?

- I'm fine.

- Melanie, isn't it?

My favorite season
and time of day.

Do you live around here?

- Across the line.

I share a flat.

- I live nearby.

May I invite you for a drink?

- Okay, but I have to be back
by 7:30.

[soft piano music]

♪ ♪

- What is the reason for taking
a course in Romantic poetry?

- It's mainly
for the atmosphere.

- Are you enjoying the course?

- I'm not that crazy
about Wordsworth.

- Wordsworth has been
one of my masters.

- Maybe he'll grow on me.

- Maybe.

But in my experience,

poetry speaks to you
at first sight

or not at all.

Like falling in love.

What are your career plans?

- Stagecraft and design.

I'm doing a diploma in theater.

- I see.

- Yeah.

You've got a lot of books
on Byron.

Didn't he die young?

- They all die young
or dry up or go mad.

- I must go.

- Stay longer.

- Why?

- Because you ought to.

- Why ought I?
- Why?

Because a woman's beauty
does not belong to her alone.

It's part of the bounty
she brings into the world.

She has a duty to share it.

- What if I already share it?

- Then you should share it
more widely.

- I must leave.

- Shall I walk you home?

- No.

- Very well.
Good-bye.

- Hello?

- May I speak to Melanie,
please?

- Just a minute.

- Is something the matter?

Are you worried
about the two of us?

- Maybe.

- No need.

I won't let it go too far.

[woman singing operatically]

♪ ♪

I'll give you a ride home.

I missed you yesterday in class.

Are you all right?

Did you get my carnations?

Is there something wrong?

Please, tell me.

- Thanks.

- Aren't you going
to invite me in?

- I think my flatmate is home.

- What about this evening?

- I've got rehearsals.

- Then when do I see you again?

- Thanks.

- Could you do my hair
like Oprah's?

- Oh!

We don't want much now,
do we, dearie?

Well, I'll go make
some magic chemicals.

But meanwhile, can I get you
ladies some coffee?

- I'll have mine white, please.

- I'll have mine black, please.

- Well, that's easy to remember.

- I've come for the job
you've advertised.

- So?

What are you waiting for?

There's the broom.

Make yourself useful.

[women screaming]

- No, no!

Everything has to happen
much quicker,

à la Marx Brothers.

Ryan, is this gadget gonna work?

I want a loud bang and sparks.

Are the others gonna work?

There's only one lamp blinking.

Melanie, don't pre-empt.

I want to see shock
in your body language.

You're coming across
like a limp fish.

[door buzzer sounding]

[upbeat music playing]

♪ ♪

- Not now.
My cousin will be back.

♪ ♪

- So you're the professor?

Melanie's told me about you.

- Indeed.
What has she told you?

- That you fuck her.

- That's enough.
What do you want?

- Don't tell me that's enough!

You can't do what you want
when it suits you!

- It's time for you to leave.

- Good-bye, Professor Chips.

Just you wait and see.

- As we saw last week,

notoriety and scandal
affected not only Byron's life

but also the way his poems
were received by the public.

"At times resign his own
for others' good,

"but not in pity,

"not because he ought,

"but in some strange perversity
of thought,

"that swayed him onward
with a secret pride

"to do what a few or none
would do beside;

"and this same impulse
would in tempting time

mislead his spirit equally
to crime."

So...

what kind of creature
is this Lucifer?

- He does what he feels like.

He doesn't care
if it's good or bad.

He just does it.

[people giggling]

- Exactly.

Good or bad, he just does it.

He doesn't act on principles
but on impulse,

and the source of his impulses
is dark to him.

Read a few lines further.

"His madness was
not of the head, but heart."

A mad heart.

What is a mad heart?

Never mind.

Note that we are not asked

to condemn this being
with a mad heart.

On the contrary,
we are invited to sympathize.

For though he lives among us,
he is not one of us.

He is what he calls himself:

a "thing," that is, a monster,

not possible to love

and condemned to solitude.

Melanie, may I have a word
with you in my office, please?

Melanie.

Would you mind
waiting outside, please?

My dear, I can't have
your friend disrupting my class,

and you have to make up
the test you missed.

- I can't.

I haven't done the reading.

- Just take the test, Melanie.

Let's set a date.

How about next Monday?

You've got the weekend
to do the reading.

12:00.

Here in my office.

[dramatic orchestral music]

♪ ♪

- Where can I find
Professor Lurie?

- Here I am.

- Professor, what you have done
is not right.

You should be ashamed
of yourself.

We never thought
we were sending our daughter

into a nest of vipers.

- Won't you come in
to my office?

- So help me God if I have
the wrong end of the stick,

but I don't think so.

I can see it from your face.

- Excuse me, I have business
to attend to.

- Professor Lurie.

Professor Lurie!

You can't run away!

You haven't heard
the last of it yet!

- I was thinking of seeing Lucy
after the inquiry.

Of course, I haven't told her.

- Well, let me tell you,
everyone already knows about

this latest affair of yours
in the juiciest detail.

- Really?

- The story is,
she took sleeping pills.

Come on, David, we shared a bed
for ten years.

Why should you have secrets?

Was she in love with you?

- No, Rosalind, I'm afraid
it wasn't that dramatic.

- [sighs]

What an inglorious end
to a brilliant career.

What if you lose your pension?

- They can't cut me off
without a penny.

You haven't asked me
whether I was in love with her.

- For God's sake, David,
you're 52.

Will you be able
to resume your post?

- I'm not sure I'll want to.

- The whole thing is disgusting,

disgusting and vulgar,
and I don't mind saying so.

- David, is there any member
of the committee

whose participation you feel
might be prejudicial to you?

- Not in a legal sense.

- Let me remind everyone
this is not a trial

but an inquiry.

Now, the first complaint
comes from Miss Melanie Isaacs.

You all have a copy
of her statement?

- Yes.
- Yes.

- Will Miss Isaacs
be appearing in person?

- Miss Isaacs appeared
before the committee yesterday.

Now, if we could push on.

The second and related charge
comes from the Registrar.

The record shows a mark of 70%

for a midterm test
which she did not sit.

- I'm sure this committee
have better things to do

than rehash a story
over which there's no dispute.

I plead guilty to both charges.

Pass sentence and let us
get on with our lives.

- Professor Lurie, we are here
to listen to both sides.

Perhaps it would be better if
you were represented by someone

who is more familiar
with our procedure?

- Why?

I can represent myself
perfectly well.

Despite the plea I've entered,

must we continue
with this hearing?

- We want to give you a chance
to state your position.

- I've stated my position.

I'm guilty.

- Guilty of what?
- Of all I'm charged with.

- You're taking us in circles.

Have you read
Miss Isaacs' statement?

- No, but I'm sure
it's all true.

- Would it not be prudent
to actually read her statement?

- No.

There are more important things
in life than being prudent.

- Have you consulted anyone?

A priest, for instance,
or a counselor?

Would you be prepared
to undergo counselling?

- No, I'm beyond counselling.

I've made my plea.

- Is there any form
of public statement

you would be prepared
to subscribe to?

- What do you want
the statement to contain?

- An admission
that you were wrong.

- I've admitted that.

I'm guilty.

- There's a difference
between pleading guilty

and admitting you were wrong.

- And that would satisfy you?

An admission I was wrong?

- No.

First Professor Lurie
must make his statement.

Then we can decide
if we can accept it.

See if it comes from the heart.

- From the words I'll use,

you can see
if it comes from the heart?

Very well.

I took advantage of my position.

It was wrong...

and I regret it.

- The question is,

does it reflect
your sincere feelings?

- That's enough.

Let's play it by the book.

I plead guilty.

I've become a servant of Eros.

- That's him!
Here he comes!

Professor Lurie.
- Hold it.

- Professor, may we talk to you
for a minute?

- What about?
- You know, the hearing?

- I can't comment on that.

- Are you sorry?

- No, I was enriched
by the experience.

- He was what by the experience?

- He was enriched.

[telephone ringing]

[ringing continues]

[sweeping orchestral music]

♪ ♪

- I always forget
how far away you live.

- Well you're here now,
nice and safe.

- Where's Helen?

- Back in Johannesburg...

since April.

- You didn't tell me
you broke up.

Aren't you nervous on your own?

- I've got the dogs,

and I've started
a boarding kennel.

Anyway, if there is a break-in,

I don't see how two people
are better than one.

- Very philosophical.

- And I have a rifle.

It's never been used,
but it's there.

- An armed philosopher.

I like that.

- Did you bring work with you?

- I'm thinking of perhaps
writing an opera:

Byron's time in Italy.

[door opens and shuts]

- Petrus, this is my father.

- I have come for the spray.

- it's in the Kombi.

Wait here;
I'll go get it.

- I look after the dogs
and work in the garden.

Yes, the dog man.

[chuckles]

- I'm anxious about
my daughter alone, so isolated.

- Yes, everything
dangerous today.

But here it is all right,
I think.

- Thanks.

Petrus helps me out.

He's also co-proprietor.

- Since when?

Does he live on the property?

- I've put electricity
in the old stable.

He stays there.

What would you like to do first?

Would you like a cup of tea
or a show-off around the farm?

- Show me what
you've been up to.

- Rosalind rang me,
filled me in with the details.

What happened with the hearing?

- They wanted me to go through
some kind of public repentance.

I'd prefer to be
put up against a wall and shot.

- So you left the university?

- I was asked to resign.

- Oh, dear.

Will you miss teaching?

- Ah, my daughter,

the one who comes to teach
learns the keenest of lessons.

Those who come to learn
learn nothing.

- Well, we start at 5:00
tomorrow morning, professor.

Shall I wake you?

- If you make me coffee.

[dogs barking]

- I will do that.

Take those to the Kombi.

[voices overlapping]

- Monica, this is my father,
David, visiting from Cape Town.

- Okay.

Hi.

- Have you ever thought
of getting married again?

- I wasn't made for marriage.

- Well, you can't keep-

- Preying on young women?

- It's not going to get
any easier as you get older.

- Do you remember Blake?

He says, "Sooner murder
an infant in the cradle

than nurse un-acted desires."

- Good day.
How much are your carrots?

- Two rand.

- I'll take one.
Thank you very much.

- Thanks.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Why did you quote that to me?

- Just that every woman
I've been close to

has taught me
something about myself.

To that extent,
they've made me a better person.

500 rand.

- Pretty good.

I'm going to stop in on Bev.

I need to collect medicine
for the dogs.

- Who's Bev?

- She's one
of my closest friends.

She runs an animal clinic,
all voluntary.

[knocks on door]

Hello?

[meows]

- Hello, Lucy.

How are you?

- Good.
And you?

- I'm good.

- Bev, this is my father, David.

- Nice to meet you, David.

Come in.

Yeah?

- Sorry we're late.

- That's all right.

You're here now.

- Hello, Bill.

- Lucy, how are you?

- Well.

How are you?
- Fine.

Ah, you must be David.

I'm Bill.

Come make yourself at home.

Tea?
Sit down, sit down.

- We can't stay.

I'm just going to get
the medicine for the dogs.

- I'll go and get it.

- He is good.

He's a good man.

Hmm?

[knocks on door]

- What's the story with Petrus?

Can he just come in here
and do as he pleases?

- We have an understanding.

He got a Land Affairs grant
earlier this year,

enough to buy a hectare
and a bit from me.

We share the dam,

and everything from there
to the fence is his.

If he gets a second grant,

he'll build a house
and move out of the stable.

He's very busy.

You should give him a hand.

- Give Petrus a hand?

I like that.

I like the historical piquancy.

And will he pay me?

- I'm sure he will.

Why don't you ask him?

- And what can I do for you
while I'm here?

- You can help me with the dogs,

and you can help Bev
at the clinic.

- You mean Bev-help Bev?

I don't think Bev and I
will hit it off.

- Well, don't expect
to get paid.

You'll have to do it out
of the goodness of your heart.

- I don't know, Lucy.

These animal welfare people
are a bit like Christians.

Everyone is so cheerful
and well intentioned;

then after a while,
you itch to go off

and do some raping
and pillaging.

Or kick a cat.

- Bev tries to set an example.

- What are you reading?

Ugh.

[children shouting]

- Hey, mister!
Some money please, sir?

- Can I have some money, sir?

- Can we have some money?

- Sorry, I've got nothing.

[dogs barking]

[goat bleating]

- David, just in time.

Could you hold him
from the front?

Come round and take his legs.

There, my friend.

Hey, steady now.

Hey, my friend.

- It's okay.

- Steady, steady, my friend.

Shh.

Blowflies.

You waited too long.

You can leave him here with me,

and I will give him a quiet end

or come back on Thursday
when the vet is here,

but I think it's too late.

[goat bleating]

What a pity.

You can't force the owners.

They like to slaughter
their animals their own way.

- How do you pay for this stuff?

- We get it wholesale.

Hold public collections,
donations.

We get a grant
for putting the dogs down.

- Who does that?

- Dr. Oosthuizen, our vet.

But there are too many of them.

So I help out,
do what's left on a Sunday.

Which reminds me, check yourself
for fleas tonight.

- Are they all going to die?

- iIf nobody wants them.

- And you don't mind
doing the job?

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Settle down.

I do mind.

Hey!
I mind deeply.

And I wouldn't want someone
doing it for me who didn't mind.

Would you?

- Aren't they lovely?

They come back every year,
the same three.

I'm so lucky to be visited,
the one chosen.

- Animals are creatures
of habit.

When you were small,

our next-door neighbor
had a dog, a golden retriever.

Remember?

- Dimly.

- It was a male,

and whenever a bitch went past,
it got excited, unmanageable,

and with Pavlovian regularity,

its owner would beat it so that
at the mere smell of a bitch,

the dog would run around
the garden with its ears fiat

and its tail between its legs,
whining and trying to hide.

- I don't see the point.

- Well, you can punish a dog
for chewing a slipper.

The dog can accept that.

But desire is another story.

- Is that the moral?

Males must be allowed to follow
their instincts unchecked?

- No, that's not the moral.

What was ignoble
about the spectacle

was that the poor dog had begun
to hate its own nature.

It no longer
needed to be beaten.

It punished itself.

At that point, it would've been
better to shoot it.

- Have you always felt this way?

- No.

At times,
I've felt just the opposite,

that desire is a burden
we could well do without.

- Hey, what've you got there?

[dogs barking]

- Should we be nervous?

[growls]
- Stay.

[dogs barking]

- Petrus!

Petrus!

Quiet!

What do you want?

- We must telephone.

His sister accident.

- What kind of accident?

- A baby.

- Where are you from?

- Erasmuskraai.

- Why didn't you ring
from the Forestry Station?

- Is no one there.

[dog barking]

Inside.

Quiet.

Quiet!

You stay.

You come in.

- Lucy.

[dog barking]

Lucy!

Lucy!

- Get him!

Get him!

Lucy!

[boy screaming]

[whispering]
Lucy.

Lucy.

Lucy!

Lucy!

[footsteps approaching]

[footsteps retreating]

[dogs barking]

[gunshot]

[dogs yelping]

[gunshot]

[dogs barking]

- No.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[dogs whimpering]

- [chuckling]

- [screaming]

[door unlocks]

- Lucy.

Lucy.

Lucy.

- What on earth
did they do to you?

They've stolen your car

and let down the tires
of the Kombi,

and they've smashed the phone.

I'm walking over to Ettinger.

You say what happened to you,

and I'll say what happened
to me, please.

- I never go anywhere
without my Beretta.

At least you can save yourself,
because the police won't,

not anymore, you can be sure.

I told Lucy to install bars
like me,

and a security gate
with a fence,

and to buy a pistol
and a two-way radio.

- May I help you?

- My father's been
severely burnt.

I was wondering
when he could see a doctor.

- You'll have to wait in line.

- Thanks.

Ettinger's going to take me
to the police station.

You stay here.

If they discharge you,
just wait here.

- Won't the police
want to see me too?

- I don't think there's anything
you can tell them that I can't.

Or is there?

- You're lucky that there's
no damage to the eye itself.

If they'd used petrol
instead of methylated spirits,

now, that would've been
a different story.

The burns on your scalp
aren't serious.

You just need to keep an eye out
for infection.

- David?

Shocking, absolutely shocking.

Lucy's at our place.
It's all right.

- I'm all right.

- It takes you back, you know.

It's like being in the war
all over again.

- Has Lucy been to the police
and a doctor?

- Yes, yes.

There's a bulletin out
for your car.

All attended to.

- Lucy.

Lucy.

Lucy?

[loud crash]

Lucy?

I have to speak to Lucy.

I want to see Lucy.

I had a dream.

I'm sorry.
I thought you were calling me.

- I wasn't.

Go to bed.

Try and sleep now.

- How is she?

[cat meowing]

This is not an easy thing
to talk about,

but have you seen a doctor?

There's the risk-

- I saw my doctor last night.

- And is he taking care
of all eventualities?

- She.

She, not he.

How can a doctor take care
of all eventualities?

Have some sense.

- What are our plans for today?

- To go back to the farm
and clean up.

- We can't just pick up
where we left off.

- Why not?

- Because it's not a good idea.

Because it's not safe.

- It was never safe.

And it's not an idea,
good or bad.

I'm not going back
for the sake of an idea.

I'm just going back.

- Lucy, things are changing.

Guns and gates don't save you.

Ettinger is wrong.

No, no.

We are not going back.

Petrus is back...

with a load of building material
and a woman.

- Oh, good.

That's his new wife.

- Why didn't he tell you
he was going away?

His timing is a bit suspicious.

- I can't order Petrus about.
He is his own master.

- Lucy.

There's no shame in being
the object of a crime.

- Are you trying
to remind me of something?

- Remind you of what?

- Of what women undergo
at the hands of men?

- Nothing could be further
from my thoughts.

- As far as I'm concerned,

what happened to me
is purely a private matter,

this place being what it is.

- This place being what?

- This place being South Africa.

- You must have heard.

We had a big robbery on
Wednesday while you were away.

- Yes.

I heard.

Very bad.

Very, very bad.

But you are all right now.

- Oh, I'm alive.

As long as one is alive,
one is all right?

Is that what you mean?

- Will Lucy go
to the market tomorrow?

She will lose her stall
if she does not go.

- Like peasants everywhere.

Honest toil and honest cunning.

Petrus wants to know
if you're going to the market.

Otherwise,
you might lose your stalli.

[sheep bleating]

Don't you think
you could tie them

where they could graze?

- They are for the party.

On Saturday, I will
slaughter them for the party.

You and Lucy must come.

A big party.

- Why is Petrus having a party?

- Because of the land transfer,
I guess.

It's a big day for him.

We should put in an appearance,
take him a present.

- I don't like the way
he does things,

bringing the beasts home
to acquaint them

with the people
who are going to eat them.

- Wake up, David.

This is the country.

[upbeat instrumental music]

♪ ♪

- You must open it.

- It's a bedspread.

- Lucy is our benefactor.

- When is the baby due?

- October.

We hope it is a boy.

- What have you got
against a girl?

- A girl?

Very expensive.

Always money, money, money.

- I'm going to dance.

- Thank you.

- They're here.

- Who's here?

- I saw one of them out of the-
out of the back.

I don't want to kick up a fuss,
but can we just leave at once?

- I know you!

[music stops]

Do you know who this is?

- What is the trouble?

- He is one of them.

Ask Lucy.

Ask him why the police
are looking for him.

- It's not true!

- He says he does not know
what you are talking about.

- He's lying.

I'm going to telephone
the police.

- If you call the police,

it will destroy
the evening for Petrus.

- Really?

Lucy, I fail to understand why

you did not lay real charges
against them in the first place.

And why are you
protecting Petrus now?

Petrus is with them!

- Don't shout at me!

This is my life!

I'm the one
who has to live here!

- Lucy, if you're too scared
to call the police now,

we should never have involved
them in the first place.

We should've just kept quiet
and waited for the next attack

or cut our own throats.

- Stop it, David!

You don't know what happened.

- I don't know?

Why do you keep saying that?

- You don't begin to know.

- Lucy, please.

If you buckle now,

you won't be able
to live with yourself.

If you show you're afraid,
you're finished.

Please let me call the police.

- No.

[knocks on door]

- Can I borrow some tools?

I have to put in my PVC pipes.

And could you help me
fit the regulator?

- I don't know anything
about regulators or plumbing.

- It is not plumbing.

It is pipe fitting.

Just laying pipes.

Lucy has given her permission
for the pipes to cross her land.

She is forward-looking, Lucy,
not backward-looking.

- Petrus, the boy,
what's his name?

- Yes.

He is angry
you are calling him a thief.

It is hard for me,
as I must keep the peace.

- I have no intention
of getting you involved.

I need the boy's name,

and the police
can take care of it.

- But the insurance will
give you a new car, new TV.

- The insurance
will not give me a new car.

They will give me a percentage
of what the old car was worth,

if they're not bankrupt by now

with all the car theft
in this country.

Besides,
it's Lucy that's the issue.

You know what happened to her.

- Yes, I know what happened.

But now it is all right.

- Who says it's all right?

- I say.

I will protect her.

- You didn't the last time.

And now one of them
is your friend.

- The boy is not a criminal.

He is not guilty.

He is too young.

- What can I say?

You know everything.

Do you need me any longer?

- Mm-mm, mm-mm.

No, now it is easy.

Now I must just dig the pipe in.

- You underestimate Petrus.

He slaved to get that
market garden going for Lucy.

I'm not saying
she owes him everything,

but she owes him a lot.

- In my opinion, he's itching
for Lucy to pull out.

Made sure he wasn't home,
no warning, nothing.

Now he's turning a blind eye.

- Poor Lucy.

First Helen leaves, now this.

She's been through such a lot.

- I know what Lucy's
been through.

I was there.

- But you weren't there, David.

She told me.
You weren't.

I'm ready.

Can you bring in the next dog?

Hello, my girl.

That's it.

That's my girl.

That's my girl.

Come on, then.
Good girl.

That's my girl.

Here we go.

Good girl, come on.

That's it, sweetheart.

That's my girl.

- For each correct answer,
you win a prize.

I'm gonna ask you two questions.

Your first prize is a...

steam iron.

- Oh, excellent!

- Okay, now here's
your first question.

What is the entertainment center
of New York called?

Is it Green Market?

- I'll do that.

You'll be wanting to get back.

- I'm in no hurry.

- You must find it dull here,

miss your own circle of friends,

particularly your women friends.

- Women friends
didn't bring me much luck.

- Do you regret it?

- No, of course not.

In the heat of the act,
there are no regrets.

You must know that.

- You must find Grahamstown
very quiet by comparison.

- At least I'm out of the way
of temptation.

[chain saw revving]

[telephone ringing]

David Lurie speaking.

- Can we meet at the clinic
at 4:00?

- I'll be there.

"She walks...

"in beauty...

like the night."

[engine turning]

- Oh, I forgot.

A Detective
Sergeant Esterhuyse rang.

They found your car.

- Oh, that's wonderful news.

I'd given up.

Is it drivable?

- Yes, he said
you can take it home.

- Oh, come on,
let's get out of here.

Come on.

Lighter color.

- Okay.

Thanks.

[loud thud]

- It's all a mistake,
a waste of time.

They have a Corolla,
but it's not mine.

And anyway,
even if they're caught

and there's a trial,
would you testify?

Are you ready for that?

Lucy.

It's time to face your choices.

Can't we talk about it
rationally?

- I can't talk anymore, David.

I just can't.

I just can't.

- Lucy, lock the house.

Pay Petrus to look after things.

Go to Holland;
see your mother.

I'll pay for it.

- If I go, I won't come back.

- Is that such a bad thing?

- There are some things
you just don't understand.

Just don't understand.

Don't pull over here.

It's a bad stretch.

- On the contrary,
I understand all too well.

You were raped by three men...

and I did nothing.

- If they'd come
two weeks earlier,

I would've been alone.

They've done it before.

They do rape.

Stealing is a sideline.

- Are you afraid
they're going to come back?

- I think they've marked me.

- Then you can't possibly stay.

- Maybe they see me
as owing something...

And they see themselves
as debt collectors.

- Lucy, don't try and work out
how they see things.

- Maybe hating a woman,
for a man,

makes sex more exciting.

When you trap a woman,

hold her down...

it must be a bit like killing.

You're a man.

You should know.

- Perhaps...

sometimes...

for some men.

- I think you should
give her some room.

Go back to Cape Town
for a while.

Things have a way
of working themselves out.

Everything will be all right.

[doorbell ringing]

- Hello?

- I'm looking for Mr. Isaacs.

My name is Lurie.

- He's not home yet.

- When do you expect him home?

- Any minute now.

[gate unlocks]

Hi, I'm Desiree.

You can come wait inside
for him if you like.

Where are you from?

- Cape Town.

- My sister's in Cape Town.
She's at the university.

- I'm David Lurie.

Do you remember me?

- Desiree, come.

- So what do I owe
this unexpected pleasure?

- You've heard Melanie's side
of the story.

I would like to give you mine.

It began without premeditation
on my part,

one of those
sudden little adventures

that men of a certain kind have.

Excuse me for talking this way.

I'm trying to be frank.

However,
something unexpected happened.

Melanie struck up a fire in me.

- I ask myself, what on earth
you think you are up to

coming to my house
and telling me stories?

- I'm sorry.

It's outrageous, I know.

How is Melanie?

- Melanie's well.

She's resumed her studies.

She continues
with her theater work

in her spare time.

So Melanie's all right.

Is there something else you
wanted to tell me, Mr. Lurie?

- I am truly sorry
for what I put your daughter

and your family through.

The grief I have caused
you and Mrs. Isaacs.

- So at last
you have apologized.

I say to myself,

we are all sorry
when we are found out.

But the question is,
what are you going to do

now that you are sorry?

May I pronounce the word God?

What does God want from you,
besides being very sorry?

Why do you think you are here,
Mr. Lurie?

You were passing through George,
and you thought, "Why not?"

- No, I came to George
to speak to you.

- You are not hoping
that we are going to intervene

on your behalf
with the university?

Are you?

- To intervene?

- Because the path you are on,
Mr. Lurie,

is one that God
has ordained for you.

It is not for us to intervene.

- No.

I don't want you to intervene.

I ask you all forgiveness.

[loud thud]

[plucking on banjo]

[laughter]

- Mm.

And what have we here?

A bit too much oomph.

I suppose
you want it straightened?

- Could you do my hair
like Oprah's?

- Oh, she's not
asking for much, eh?

I'll tell you what.

I'm going to go mix up
some magical chemicals.

Can I get you ladies
some coffee?

- I'll have mine white, please.

- I'll have mine black, please.

- Well that's easy to remember.

And one cappuccino coming up.

- I've come for the job
you've advertised.

- Lucky day.

Well what are you
waiting for, girl?

Pick up the broom
and make yourself useful.

[screaming]

- Jesus Christ, jou dom meid!

- Professor.

- Oh, girls!

We have until the end
of the month to pay the rent!

Oh, that savage, savage Indian!

- What are we going to do,
Sydney?

- Professor.

- We're not going to panic.

We are the cowboys.

You know, I've got enough
chemicals back there

to make an exploding
onion bhaji.

And we can stick it
right up his...

turban.

- I've got a better idea.

- Brilliant!
- Genius!

The girl's a nutcracker.

- Are you going to explain
this childish behavior?

- [laughs]

Haven't you learned your lesson?

- What was my lesson?

- Stick with your own kind.

Melanie will spit in your eyes
if she sees you again.

So keep away from her.

Find yourself another life,
professor.

[car alarm beeps]

- Hi.
Hi, big boy.

You looking for a good time?

Hello?

Oh, we have a grumpy one.

Hi.

Hello.

- [moans]

- Thank you.

Good night.

- Good night.

- Are you okay?

- I'm fine.

I'm very busy.

Ring me anytime.

I miss you, Lucy.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Why are you going to Durban?

Are you applying
for a job there?

- I lied.

I wanted to see
if you were all right.

I miss you.

- I'm pregnant.

- You're what?

- I'm pregnant.

- From that day?

- From that day.

- But I thought you said
you'd taken care of it

with that woman GP.

- I'm not having an abortion.

- Are you telling me
you're going to have the child?

- Yes.

- A child from one of those men?

- Yes.

- But why, Lucy?

- I'm a woman, David.

Do you think I hate children?

Must I choose against a child
because of who the father is?

- And your mind's made up?

- Yes.

- Very well.

I'll stand by you
no matter what.

I'm going for a walk.

[sobbing]

- By the way, the boy's back.

- The boy?

- The boy you had a row with
at Petrus' party.

He's staying with Petrus,

helps him out.

His name is Pollux.

Anyway, he turns out to be
the brother of Petrus' wife.

- So, Pollux returns
to the scene of the crime,

and we must all behave
as if nothing's happened.

- I want you
to stay clear of him.

I suspect there's something
wrong with him,

but I can't order him
off the property.

It's not in my power.

- Particularly--
- Particularly what?

- Particularly
when he may be the father

of the child you are carrying.

I'm looking for Petrus.

- Ah, David.

You are back.

How was Cape Town?

- Good, good.

Lucy tells me the boy
is back, Pollux.

- He is my relative.

- You told me
you didn't know him.

You lied to me.

- You come
look after your child.

I also look after my child.

- Your child?

So now he's your child?

- Yes, he is a child.

He is my family, my people.

You say it is bad,
what happened.

I also say it is bad.

But now it is finished.

- It's not finished.

It will go on long after
I'm dead and you're dead.

- He will marry Lucy.

But he is too young,
too young to marry.

He is a child.

- A dangerous child, a jackal.

- Yes, too young to marry.

Maybe one day he can marry,
but not now.

I will marry.

- You will marry whom?

- I will marry Lucy.

- Lucy, this is preposterous.

- He's not offering
a church wedding.

He's offering an alliance,
a deal.

I contribute the land,
and in return,

I'm allowed to creep in
under his wing.

Otherwise,
I'm without protection.

- What about the personal side?

- I don't think Petrus
wants to sleep with me.

- And you?
- Don't be ridiculous.

- Good, then I will go
and tell him

that we refuse his offer.

- Wait.

Say I accept his protection.

If he wants me to be known
as his wife, so be it.

But then the child
becomes his too,

part of his family.

As for the land, say I will sign
the land over to him.

But the house remains mine.

I'll become a tenant
on his land.

No one is to enter the house
without my permission,

including him.

And I keep the kennels.

- Lucy, it's not workable.

- I'm not leaving, David.

Go and tell Petrus
what I have said.

- How humiliating
to end like this.

- Yes, I agree.

- Like a dog.

- Yes.

Like a dog.

[dog barking]

- You animal!

You swine.
You filthy swine.

- David, stop it!

Easy, Milo, easy, easy, easy.

Are you all right?

[dog barking]

Come, let's go wash it.

- [crying]

We will kill you!

We will kill you!

- This can't go on, David.

- He was spying on you.

- He's a disturbed child!

- Is that an excuse
for what he did to you?

He should be in an institution.

- Well, he's here,
and he's a fact of life.

Everything had settled down
before you came back, David.

- Then I'd better pack my bags.

- Is this just a visit,
or are you here for a while?

- Oh, I'm back
for as long as necessary.

But I won't be staying
with Lucy.

Anyway, I'm looking for a room.

So if you hear of anything,
let me know.

♪ She walks in beauty ♪

♪ like the night ♪

♪ of cloudless climes ♪

♪ and starry skies ♪

♪ and all that's best
of dark and bright. ♪

♪ She walks in beauty. ♪

[children laughing]

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

- Bye.
- Bye-bye.

[dog whimpering]

- Was that the last?

- One more.

- I thought you would save him
for another week.

Are you giving him up?

- Yes.

Lucy?

Lucy?

Hello, Milo.

Good boy.

That's right.

Good boy.

- I didn't hear you.

Where's the truck?

- I parked up the road,
took a walk.

- Will you come in for some tea?

[ethereal operatic singing]

♪ ♪

- ♪ She walks ♪

♪ in beauty ♪

♪ like the night ♪

♪ of cloudless climes ♪

♪ and starry skies, ♪

♪ and all ♪

♪ that's best of dark
and night ♪

♪ meet in her aspect ♪

♪ and in her eyes. ♪

♪ Thus mellowed ♪

♪ to that tender ♪

♪ light ♪

♪ which heaven ♪

♪ to gaudy day ♪

♪ denies. ♪

♪ One shade the more, ♪

♪ one ray the less ♪

♪ had half impaired, ♪

♪ the nameless grace ♪

♪ which waves
in every raven tress ♪

♪ or softly lightens
o'er her face ♪

♪ where thoughts
serenely sweet express ♪

♪ how pure... ♪

♪ ♪

♪ How dear
their dwelling place ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And on that cheek ♪

♪ and o'er that brow ♪

♪ so soft, so calm ♪

♪ yet eloquent. ♪

♪ The smiles that win, ♪

♪ the tints that glow. ♪

♪ But tell of days ♪

♪ in goodness spent, ♪

♪ a mind at peace ♪

♪ with all ♪

♪ below, ♪

♪ a heart whose love ♪

♪ is innocent. ♪

♪ ♪