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Do you know how to write?
No. Why?
I've composed a great poem,
I've composed it all, but nothing is written.
I need someone to write down what I know.
What's your name?
Vyasa.
What's your poem about?
It's about you.
- Me? - Yes.
It's the story of your race, how your ancestors were born,
how they grew up, how a vast war arose.
It's the poetical history of mankind.
If you listen carefully,
at the end you'll be someone else.
Ganesha! Welcome!
Rumour has it you were looking for a scribe for the poetical history of mankind.
I'm at your service.
- You're really Ganesha? - Yes.
Ganesha in person.
I'm ready. You can begin.
Come and sit down.
There's something ...secret about the beginning.
I don't know how to start.
May I offer a suggestion?
You're most welcome.
As you claim to be the author of the poem,
why don't you begin with yourself?
Right!
A king hunting in a forest fell asleep.
He dreamed of his wife,
and there was a joyful explosion of sperm.
Very good start.
When the king awoke and saw the sperm on a leaf,
he called a falcon and said: "Take my sperm quickly to the queen!".
But the falcon was attacked by another falcon.
The sperm fell into a river.
A fish swallowed it. A few months later,
a fisherman caught the fish,
cut it open and found in its stomach
a tiny little girl
- he called Satyavati. - Satyavati...
She grew up, she became very beautiful
but unfortunately she smelled most dreadfully of fish.
This made her very sad, no one would come near her.
But one day,
a wandering hermit saw her and said:
"I like you. Let's make love here, right away,
"and I promise to turn your dreadful stench
"into a most delicious odour."
She cried: "Now? Here? I can't!"
So the hermit drew a thick mist
across the river and the fields.
She opened herself to him
and as she did so, she became fragrant,
irresistible.
They had a son?
Yes. I am that son. Vyasa.
Keep going, son of the mist.
You haven't started yet. What happened at the beginning?
It was a gold age.
There was no war, no misery.
Men were close to the gods.
There was a prince called Bhishma,
a perfect prince.
His mind was clear, his body strong...
...his heart noble.
But he couldn't be king.
Why?
Because it was impossible for him to marry, to have children.
Why?
Because his father had cast his eyes on Satyavati...
...and he burnt with passion for her.
Satyavati, your mother?
Yes, my mother.
Your mother is playing a part in your story?
Any objection?
No, no objections at all. Did she marry Bhishma's father?
Satyavati refused to marry, unless her sons could be king.
So Bhishma sacrificed himself for his father's happiness,
to avoid all family conflicts.
He swore the oath of absolute renunciation.
I abjure forever the love of women.
He said that?
He said just that, in all solemnity.
I abjure forever the love of women.
And the gods applauded his act.
In fact, they were so pleased with Bhishma
that they gave him the power to choose the time of his death.
Is it possible?
It was possible
in those days.
So Satyavati had another child?
Yes, but he was a poor weakling.
But you know, in the older days, if a king wanted to get married
he had to win a wife in a tournament,
but this young king's far too feeble to even take part
so Bhishma fought in his place.
He swept everyone off the field
and came back with three wives instead of one.
The youngest was crying.
Amba, why these tears?
Before you won me at the tournament
I had already chosen a husband in secret.
He knows that, and he loves me.
It's king Salwa.
How can you, who so revere fidelity,
how can you marry me to your half brother,
when I'm already
bound by love to another man?
Salwa's waiting for me.
Let me join him.
What you say is true, Amba.
You can go.
It's me, Amba.
So Bhishma let you go!
Yes.
Go back to him, Amba. I don't want you anymore.
What are you saying?
He got his prize,
you're soiled.
I couldn't for anything in the world let someone else's woman
penetrate into my palace.
But I'm not his,
he's never touched me,
nor grazed me with the back of his hand.
He's not even wanted me.
Salwa, I'm a virgin.
My eyes know only you.
Please, leave!
I can't. Where could I go?
I repeat: I don't want you anymore.
Bhishma frightens me and you are his prize.
You no longer exist. Go away.
Did the king marry the two other princesses?
Yes, but he died on his wedding night.
So there were no children.
Naturally.
But without children this story can't go on.
Precisely.
So the poetical history of mankind is already over.
No. My mother found the solution.
It was up to me to do the necessary.
Why did you close your eyes?
So as not to see me?
You will have a son.
He will be called Dhritharashtra.
But as you closed your eyes on seeing me
he will be born blind.
- A blind son? - Yes.
But a king cannot be blind!
What happened with the second princess?
Why is your colour draining away?
Am I so loathsome?
You too will have a son,
but he will be white as milk
and he will be known
as Pandu the pale.
Bhishma! Bhishma!
Save me.
I've been rejected by the man I love,
and you are the cause of my misery.
You can't abandon me now.
You won me, I'm your wife. Marry me.
You know I can't marry you, Amba.
No women can come into my life.
As Salwa has rejected you,
you are free. Go back to your father.
No, I'm not free, and I refuse to go back to my father,
who bartered me like an animal.
Listen, hear what I'll do.
I will walk straight ahead,
in ripped clothes, begging my way
and I will live with one thought, only one,
a thought like a blade:
how to find someone to fight you to your death.
No one can kill me. It's impossible.
I will do so all the same.
I too pronounce a vow.
In one of the worlds I will find your executioner.
There's now on this earth a woman who'll always think of you.
Never forget me, Bhishma.
I am your death.
Pandu the pale
and his brother Dhritharashtra.
Who became king?
Pandu, because his brother was blind.
You see this woman?
Yes.
Her name is Kunti.
She doesn't know it, but she's carrying the fate of the earth in her belly.
Her children will be glorious.
And without them, you wouldn't be here.
Why is she looking so persistently at the sun?
It's a secret.
King Pandu married Kunti,
and he took another wife as well, called Madri.
No sooner married, king Pandu went hunting.
Who could have imagined
that a simple hunt could seal the fate of the world?
Who are you?
I had taken the form of a gazelle to join my lover.
How could you kill us?
You have not respected the joys of love.
Pitiless man, I'll show you no pity!
I curse you! If one day
you take one of your wives in your arms,
at that moment you will die,
as I do now.
I'm cursed.
I must vanish without a trace into the mountains.
I will live without anger, without fear,
far from the need to kill.
Dhritharashtra, my brother,
you are king.
And Madri?
And me?
I have nothing to offer you.
We only want poverty and solitude
until we die.
So they left the palace,
Pandu, followed by his two faithful, loving wives,
Kunti
and Madri.
They walked for many days,
until they came to the furthest reaches of the Himalayas,
the roof of the world.
There, in the brutal cold,
they made their new home.
But the shadow of the gazelle's curse darkened their lives.
They knew how deeply Pandu longed for children,
and they knew also
that if he ever made love to one of his wives
he would die.
Sadly, he accepted the inevitable.
This he thought was his destiny.
How wrong we can be!
For Kunti held in her heart
an ancient secret.
When Kunti was very young,
a hermit gave her a magic formula
as a reward for serving him well.
With this mantra, she could evoke any god she chose.
Kunti, I'm the sun.
You sent for me, and I'm here.
I am going to be your lover and I'll give you a child.
I can reassure you, your virginity will remain intact.
Abandon all your fears, and come into my arms.
Instantly they had a son, a radiant son.
But Kunti was afraid,
she hid her fault.
She put the child in a basket
and left him to a river's swim.
A chariot driver found him and brought him up.
Karna was a magnificent child
who grew up to be a divinely gifted man.
But in his heart there was a bitter shadow.
He didn't know who he was.
Pandu,
I have a confession to make.
I possess a magic power, a mantra.
What power does this mantra give you?
The power to call down a god at will.
And to have a child by him?
Yes.
How can you be so sure?
I am sure.
Don't hesitate! Quick, say your mantra!
Which god should I call down first?
Evoke Dharma!
Beyond him, all thought must stop.
This is Yudhishthira,
our first born,
son of Dharma,
born to be king.
I beseech you,
give me another child.
Evoke Vayu, god of the wind.
He is Bhima,
son of the wind, strong as thunder.
Now I call on Indra,
king of gods.
He's Arjuna,
the perfect warrior, born to conquer.
Kunti, lend me your mantra so that I can have children too.
Madri, evoke the Aswins,
the twin gods with golden eyes.
Here are our two sons,
Nakula and Sahadeva,
as inseparable as patience and wisdom.
Five sons, descended from the gods.
They are the five sons of Pandu, the Pandavas.
We'll never leave them,
they are the heart of my poem.
And I have the same blood?
I come from the gods?
That's what the story tells.
There was a beautiful princess from the north, called Gandhari.
She'd set out on a long journey to the blind king's city.
All she knew was that her marriage had been prepared.
While waiting for the wedding, she lived in seclusion.
Each day her servant visited the city
and told her of its thousand wonders.
Princess...
What's the matter?
I saw your future husband.
Is he handsome? Strong?
Yes, he's strong. Very strong.
Then why are you crying?
Princess,
you've been betrayed.
Dhritharashtra is blind,
born blind.
That's impossible. A king cannot be blind.
I asked an old guard:
his eyes are dead.
If he's blind, he could only reign over the night,
amidst the cries of the diseased people.
What's the use of my paint,
of my dresses, if my husband will never see me?
Why my hair?
Why my flesh...
...and my eyes?
Give me my veil.
What are you looking at?
At you.
You are my last image in this world.
What are you doing?
I'm putting a veil on my eyes.
I'm tying it firmly.
I will never take it off.
Give me your hand,
lead me to my husband.
Now I can never reproach him
his misfortune.
Soon, Gandhari felt life in her womb,
but two years went by, her belly was hard,
nothing stirred.
Gandhari, Kunti has just given birth to a son.
His name is Yudhishthira.
The people say he will be king.
Get an iron bar.
What?
Obey me! Get an iron bar.
Strike me on the belly!
Do what I tell you!
Harder!
Harder still!
Again! Strike!
Go on! Again! Strike!
You're delivering me!
What has just come out of my womb?
A ball of flesh.
It's crying? It moves?
No, it's cold and hard
like metal.
Throw the ball into a well, and leave me alone.
No! Cut the ball into a hundred pieces,
put them into a hundred earthenware jars,
sprinkle them with fresh water.
Out of them, will come a hundred sons.
The first to be born was called Duryodhana.
Bhishma, what are these sounds?
Winds, animals, angry birds of prey,
and the screams of your son.
What do these omens mean?
They say Duryodhana comes to destroy.
If you wish to preserve your race,
sacrifice him.
Even if he howls,
even if he brings with him hatred and terror,
no one will kill my first born child without killing me myself.
Madri, the birds chuckle,
the insects tremble with joy, the flowers open...
It's the first day of spring,
and the sun streams through your dress.
Pandu, don't touch me.
- If you love me, you die! - I know...
But when I look at you, I prefer love to life.
Not a word!
Don't tempt death!
Death is seducing you. Keep away.
There is no risk for you.
Lie down.
No. You'll need to take me by force!
Kunti!
I wanted to save him,
but his destiny carried him away.
You are happier than I am,
because you have seen his face glow with desire.
I will follow him to the other flow.
No.
As it's in my arms that he breathed his last breath,
I will die.
I give you my sons.
They no longer have a father in this world.
They will be like my sons.
They will share everything.
Burn my body along with the king.
Come.
Help me to die.
Ganesha, you're writing everything?
I'm writing everything and I understand everything.
Now we skip.
Twenty years?
- Twenty years. - Simple.
So your heroes have now grown up...
Exactly.
One day, a stranger walked into the blind king's palace,
where Bhishma was trying to educate all the cousins together.
Bhishma!
- Bhima! Put down that tree! - No!
Who are you?
I am the new teacher.
- What's your name? - Who has sent you?
My name is Drona.
No one has sent me.
I am here for your education.
Are you really Drona?
Yes.
I've heard much of you.
Bhishma!
Is it true that you know all the possible forms of war?
As well as you, Bhishma.
And you also know sacred weapons?
Yes, I know them too.
I'm happy you have come to our city.
These are the sons of Pandu,
and the sons of Dhritharashtra,
the Kauravas and the Pandavas.
At the death of Pandu
I decided to raise them together,
but since childhood everything tears them apart.
So I see.
Duryodhana and all his brothers want to kill us!
No! Bhima tries to strangle us day after day!
Duryodhana wants the kingdom! He wants to destroy us!
Silence!
When do you begin?
I begin.
On top of this wall,
I've placed a vulture
made of straw and rags.
Yudhishthira, aim!
What do you see?
I see the vulture.
Do you see the wall?
Yes, I see the wall.
I see my bow and the arrow, I see my arm...
Back to your place!
Nakula, come here.
You too, Bhima.
You too, Duryodhana.
Aim at the bird.
What do you see?
I see the bird, the sky...
My hand...
I see the bird, I see my bow, I see the top of the wall...
I see a cloud in the sky...
Back! All of you!
Arjuna! Aim too!
Aim!
What do you see?
The vulture.
Describe the vulture.
I can't.
Why?
I can only see its eye.
Raise your arrow!
I'll make you the finest archer in the world.
But...
...I need you to make a promise.
If one day
destiny places us face to face,
you must fight me,
and you must fight to kill!
Yes, I promise.
Who's this?
Wait, you'll see.
Drona, you are my master. I know it.
My name is Ekalavya.
I come from the other side of the world to receive your teaching.
Take me in your school.
No.
Why? Like you, Drona,
I can give up riches and pleasure.
I only wish to learn.
I have enough pupils. Go away.
Thus rejected, the other, lessened, withdrew to the depths of a wood,
and there, alone, he moulded out of the earth
a living likeness of Drona.
Each day devotedly he worshipped his idol,
and trained himself under its gaze.
Watched over by the statue,
he acquired the most astonishing skills.
Drona, you haven't kept your promise!
In what way?
You promised I would be the best,
none of your pupils would be my rival.
Ekalavya has planted seven arrows
in the jaws of a barking dog,
and Ekalavya says he's your pupil.
Master, I kiss the earth before you.
I'm your pupil. Your visit brings me unexpected joy.
If you are my pupil,
you must pay me for my lessons.
Ask what you wish.
I owe you everything.
Give me the thumb of your right hand.
Here it is.
Why this sight of cruelty?
Because the earth has lost its youth,
it's gone by like a happy dream.
Now, each day
brings us closer to destruction, to barrenness.
In the palace,
the young men only thought of war.
As Arjuna showed his extraordinary skills,
his cousins watched with growing jealousy...
...and fear.
Dhritharashtra, he's incomparable!
Even his thoughts are arrows!
Son of Kunti!
Who is it?
A stranger.
Son of Kunti,
I can do all that you have done,
as well as you. Even better.
Watch.
I hit it in the left eye.
Dushassana!
What's your name?
Karna.
Welcome. Come into my arms!
You are here, but you haven't been invited. You speak...
...but you have not been addressed.
Isn't this place of arms open to all?
That is the custom.
Arjuna, wherever you look,
I will always be ahead.
Prepare yourself. We are going to fight.
Why are you waiting?
I'm ready.
Arjuna comes from a Ksatriya family.
He is of royal birth, and he...
...cannot fight an inferior person.
Tell us your father's name!
At least tell us your mother's name, and I'll let you fight.
You don't reply.
Karna...
Are you ashamed of your mother, or don't you know her?
I don't know her.
What is your origin?
I'm called the driver's son.
Withdraw. This is not your place.
Karna!
If you have to be a prince to fight, I'll consecrate you here.
Come.
I give you the land of Anga.
I name you king.
What can I give you in exchange?
- Your friendship. - It's yours,
forever, truly.
Now the fight can begin.
The son of a driver!
Sweet heaven...
Give him a whip, and the shovel for the shit!
Bhima, quiet or I'll tear out your tongue!
They set a driver's son on the throne of Anga!
Shut your mouth and don't speak of birth!
Birth is obscure,
and men are like rivers whose origins are often unknown. Drona...
I look at Karna and I'm not mistaken.
I see his power hedged with mystery,
and he'll forever be my friend.
The setting sun seems to whisper it's true.
Come, Karna.
The day is over.
Arjuna, you have rejected me.
Inevitably, one day we will fight
and I will kill you.
Mother, guess what I've won!
You must share it with your brothers.
But it's a woman!
I won her in a tournament.
All the princes of the world wanted her, but I won.
What did I say?
You said "You must share it with your brothers".
I can't take back my word.
You must do as I say.
What's her name?
Draupadi.
You must do as I say.
You must share Draupadi between you,
but she mustn't suffer in any way.
There is only one question:
do you all love Draupadi?
Yes, I already feel I love her.
I love her, deeply.
- So do I. - So do I.
Yes, I love her too.
All of a sudden, love has appeared among us
like a light.
We will marry her.
All the five of us.
Yes. This is how it should be.
Draupadi will have five husbands.
But if she likes one of us more than another?
If there is one she despises?
If jealousy tears us apart?
What I've said is said.
Destiny slipped into my words without warning.
Draupadi must be your wife,
and she can be.
Vyasa,
why did my family murder one another?
Because they forgot the essential.
And nothing could save them?
Listen to me...
The worlds swarm on an infinity of creatures,
those we see... ...those we'll never see.
Naga snakes who live in the depths of the earth,
Rakshasas, monsters of the forests of the night
who live off human flesh.
Gandhavas, frail creatures
who fly between us and the sky.
Apasaras, Danavas,
Yakshas,
and the long, glittering chain of gods
who live like all beings in the shadow of death.
Three gods rule the universe,
three, who are also one:
Brahma, the creator,
Shiva, the destroyer,
always present when History ends...
The third is Vishnu,
who's quite the reverse.
It's he who maintains the worlds.
It's he who makes them endure.
When chaos threatens, as it does now,
Vishnu takes on a human form
and descends among us to play his role.
Some hint that he might have come down as Krishna.
Is it true?
One can never be sure.
I'm going to see Krishna?
It's his flute I hear.
He's on his way?
Perhaps he's already here.
In what form?
In the form of a man.
Watch carefully.
His action is subtle, mysteriously clear.
At the same instant, they say he can be everywhere.
Here, there, he's water...
...the trembling of a leaf.
He's you. He's fire,
he's the heart of all that's invisible.
He's you as well?
Naturally.
Krishna, why have you sent for us?
I heard the earth complain.
What did she say?
She said: Men have become arrogant,
every day they give me fresh wounds,
there are more and more of them.
They are violent, driven by thoughts of conquest.
Foolish men trample me. I shudder...
...and I ask myself, what will they do next?
What can save the earth?
I sent men with huge ears into the crowd.
This is what they say:
The people want a king who will be calm and just,
a legitimate king.
Am I this king?
Who else?
Even if this title is mine,
if I claim it,
my uncle and my cousins will feel threatened,
they will plunge us into war.
How can you call me a legitimate king if I condemn the earth
to a horrifying death?
Dhritharashtra calls us his sons,
he should be proud to see one of his sons on the highest throne.
I'm too unprepared.
I have no desire for the crown.
Destruction never approaches weapon in hand.
Comes slyly on tiptoe,
making you see bad in good and good in bad.
Don't deceive yourself.
You are the son of Dharma.
I am your eyes, and your hand.
I'm your neck, and shoulders.
We are your arms and legs.
Resist what resists in you.
Become yourself.
Our youth is over.
We will go to the king.
Why did you agree to see them?
Do you want to give them a land of their own?
Cut into pieces what should remain one?
Why treat the Pandavas as your sons when they are our enemies?
Our natural enemies.
I am guided by Bhishma.
Bhishma has always been on their side.
But how could you have noticed it,
you, who see nothing?
What should I do?
Tell me.
Regain your calm.
They are here.
My sons, for you are my sons,
welcome to you all.
We come to you as our father.
Greetings, Krishna. I know you've come with them.
Greetings, Dhritharashtra.
We all respect your wisdom.
So that peace can always shine on our family,
I'm giving away part of my kingdom.
I give you the land of Khandava-Prashta.
What!
Those stinking bogs?
Those gruesome forests?
Silence, Bhima.
I accept,
and I thank you.
Why take charity like a beggar?
Yudhishthira, what demon has invaded your mind?
Calm down.
Why do you go over at their feet?
They've only one thought: throw us out of the kingdom
where our rights are as good as theirs.
And you, you say: "Thank you, I touch your feet,
"I'm most grateful".
What do you put above justice?
Above our destiny? What?
- Keep calm. - No! No!
Go. Dry up the mashes,
plough the harsh earth that awaits you,
build a dazzling city,
and throw the universe to it.
We accept and take our leave.
Father, you thought you have made peace...
...You have lost a war.
We must surprise Bhima and destroy him.
We must separate them from Krishna by cunning.
They have one wife for five.
Call in experts in erotics and ask them how to sow jealousy.
Don't despise them Dushassana.
Nothing can separate them from Krishna.
No amount of cunning can bring them down.
If you want to destroy them, accept so before attack them head on!
I'm your friend.
Why are you afraid?
Bhishma...
- Have I done well? - Yes.
The sons of my brother Pandu
are my sons.
But in your heart, you have a secret preference.
So have you, Gandhari.
And when one prefers one's own children
to the children of others, war is near.
Bhishma,
in the event of war,
which side will you take?
I will unfortunately be loyal to you.
And you, Drona?
I am at your service.
Everything I saw there drives me mad.
Their palace is incomparable.
It was built for them by Maya, the supreme architect.
It's a palace of illusions,
where thoughts become real.
Arjuna said to me:
Look at the crystal walls,
those tricks of sunlight and golden beams.
And I saw them.
Suddenly I ran into an invisible wall.
Arjuna laughed and said:
That's Maya's masterpiece.
You think of a wall, and the wall is there.
I go farther. Bhima shouts:
Watch out! There's a pool in front of you!
A pool? I don't see any pool, yet my feet are wet.
I run, I open a door... There's no door.
I crash into a wall.
I hurt myself and Draupadi cries out:
He's blind! Blind father, blind son!
Bhima jeered me.
Draupadi laughed.
Her laugh cut me to the heart.
Who is it?
It's Shakuni, your brother.
What are you doing here?
I've come to see my nephews.
They are bitter, and restless.
Duryodhana, my eldest son, doesn't eat, doesn't sleep.
Why?
Because I have see all the kings of the earth surround Yudhishthira,
I have seen his people happy,
even the aged, even the children,
Yudhishthira respected, loved...
While I, I love nothing, I am nothing.
There is a way to ruin Yudhishthira,
and I know it.
What are you hatching?
Tell me your way.
Yudhishthira has one weakness:
he loves gambling.
Double weakness, because he loves gambling
and he doesn't know how to play.
Challenge him to a game of dice.
He won't be able to refuse, but I'm here
and I know every throw, every dangerous combination.
No one can beat me.
Let me play in your place, my nephew, and I will win.
- We must play high. - We'll play high.
Dhritharashtra, I greet you!
Shakuni? Welcome. What do you want?
To distract your son.
Let us arrange a game of dice and invite Yudhishthira.
What do you intend to stake?
Whatever he proposes.
Gandhari, what do you think of the game of dice?
Don't touch the game, my son.
You'll find nothing but love, in this palace.
You are the eldest, you rule over everyone.
What more do you want?
A man says: I have enough to eat and wear,
I need nothing more. Shame!
He says: I don't know anger.
Shame!
No! I am like a dried-up stream,
like a wooden elephant! All because my father was born blind,
because one does not give a throne to a blind man.
Calm yourself. Send for your wives.
But I want to be discontented!
Dissatisfied!
A man's body grows from birth and everyone is delighted.
In the same way his desire grows,
his desire for power.
I have doubts about myself.
Sometimes, I even question my value.
I must resolve these doubts.
You have a shadow in your mind,
it sweeps you away with incredible force...
Why? Why refuse a simple game of dice?
The gods created the world as a game...
Insects play with flowers,
the stars dance their secret patterns in the sky...
Why, Dhritharashtra, must you always frown on pleasure?
A game of dice has been prepared.
I know. What do you want?
Bhishma, here your authority is not disputed.
If I come like a shadow to speak with you...
...it is to ask a favour.
Whatever you see in the course of the game,
whatever you hear, you must not interrupt the match.
In no circumstances?
In no circumstances.
Wouldn't it be better to avoid the worst?
What is "the worst"?
Destruction.
Destruction of what?
Of the way of truth,
of the order of the world...
...destruction of Dharma. That is the worst.
And if your race had to be destroyed
so as to save Dharma?
Would you be prepared to sacrifice your race?
What is your answer?
That question is with me always,
sharpening my thoughts and destroying my sleep...
...making my heart pound all night long.
It is why I ask you: do not intervene.
Let each one go to his limit.
Shakuni, it's you who are going to play?
Yes, I'll play for my nephew.
You spend your life playing.
People have seen you perform unbelievable tricks,
but cheating is a crime.
The powerful player who knows how to play
and who ponders calmly, is not worried by cheating.
Here there is no crime,
only the game, nothing but the game.
A seasoned warrior fights against beginners,
you call that cheating?
Science is not cheating.
You always enter a game with the wish to win,
that's how life is.
No cheat can ever defeat a master.
Withdraw from the match if you are afraid.
You know I cannot refuse to play once I'm challenged.
I have a gold necklace and pearls without equal,
churned in the vortex of the ocean.
I play them against you.
I have won.
I have gold and jewels locked in four hundred coffins.
I have gold and jewels. That's not what I want.
I have a hundred thousand female slaves,
young, beautiful, trained in sixty-four skills.
I have won.
Sweet fingered Shakuni,
I have as many male slaves,
obedient, adroit, dressed in the finest silk.
I have won.
I have sixteen thousand chariots with golden shafts.
I have won.
My cows, my bulls, my goats, my elephants.
I have won.
My forests!
I've won.
My capital.
I've won.
- My lands! - I have won!
- My kingdom! All that I possess! - Yudhishthira!
Bhishma! Stop the match.
You say nothing?
Yudhishthira, do you wish to stop the game?
No. Let's proceed.
I have won. I won everything!
Have you still something left?
I still have my brothers Nakula and Sahadeva,
the twins with golden eyes, sons of Madri.
They are beyond all value.
I play them against you.
I have won.
Madri's sons are ours.
I still have Arjuna,
he who can never lose,
Krishna's friend.
When he plucks the chord of his bow Ghandiva,
every living creature trembles.
He's as precious to me as my life.
I now play him against you.
I have won.
I still have Bhima.
Built like a lion, the mightiest of men.
He is strength itself.
I play him against you.
I have won!
Have you still something left?
You've all my brothers, I remained alone.
I stake myself,
Yudhishthira.
I play myself.
I have won.
And nothing is worse than to lose oneself,
for when one loses everything
freedom is the only wealth that remains.
But you have one last possession
- and you forget it. - What?
You possess a wife,
she's the only treasure I have not won.
Stake Draupadi, and win back everything thanks to her.
She's a woman who's neither too short nor too tall,
neither pale nor dark,
she's the earth's most perfect creation,
and the pool of all men's desire.
I play her against you.
Draupadi...
What do you want?
You're requested to come to the palace.
Who requests me? Why?
Because Yudhishthira has lost you.
What do you mean, he has lost me?
He has lost you at dice.
Had he nothing else to play?
He played all he had, and lost it all.
He even played and lost himself.
- He lost himself? - That's what I say.
Before losing me, or after?
Before losing you.
Return to the hall and ask him this:
Is it true that you lost yourself first, before losing me?
And if you yourself were lost, had you the right to play me?
You were staked and lost. You're ours. Come!
Allow me to dress.
I've only one robe and it is stained in blood.
I'm in my period, don't show me in this state to the kings.
Who cares? We have won you at dice.
You are now no more than a slave. Enough! Come!
Here is the new servant.
There is not a breath of life in Bhishma and Drona?
They see this shame and they do nothing!
Yudhishthira, did you have the right to lose me?
If you lost yourself first before playing me, I was no longer yours!
Can one belong to someone who has lost himself?
Bhishma, answer me!
I'm troubled. The question is obscure.
When Yudhishthira made this wager
he had already lost himself,
so he could not play his wife.
Error.
She was designated by name and well and truly won.
Draupadi satisfies five men. She's clearly public property.
Whether he lost her before or after,
I don't see the difference. Draupadi has been won.
I regret to have to say it, but it is so.
Everything has been won.
Their clothes. Down to the last clasp.
And Draupadi as well.
We want to see her naked.
Dushassana, take off her robe.
Listen to what I say!
When the battle comes,
I will smash Dushassana's chest
and I'll drink his blood. I swear I will!
I will eat his guts, and I'll drink his blood!
Don't bellow. You only frighten the flies.
Krishna...
- Krishna... - Silence...
Watch!
A miracle is taking place under our eyes.
It's a prodigy of Krishna.
A prodigy?
Where is your prodigy?
She's wearing layers and layers of cloth.
Stop, Dushassana. Let her go.
Take her away, put her with the slaves. Let her scrape the dishes!
Let me go. Where is Dharma?
I see nothing clearly.
Draupadi, your new masters are here.
- Choose a new husband. - Karna!
And you hold your tongue. You don't own yourself anymore.
You haven't even the right to be angry.
Draupadi, you want another man.
Look at my thigh.
Duryodhana, Dushassana and all your brothers...
and you Karna, and you also Shakuni, you are lost.
A savage death will drag you to the ground.
Dushassana, my hair will stay unbound till your death.
I will wash my hair in your blood.
And you, Duryodhana, death will strike you in the thigh.
A jackal cried.
Yes, near the temple.
Draupadi...
Choose a favour. Whatever you wish, and I will grant it.
What do you choose?
That Yudhishthira be free.
Yes, he is free. But you deserve a second favour. Choose.
That Bhima, Arjuna, Nakula and Sahadeva be free.
They are free. But you deserve a third favour. Choose.
I don't want a third favour.
Why?
Because greed devours all beings and is Dharma's ruin.
I refuse greed. Save my husbands.
You ask nothing for yourself?
I want nothing. Above all no favour.
Her husbands were drowning...
Draupadi is the raft that saves them.
Have no fear, Yudhishthira.
Go towards happiness,
Take back your clothes and leave in freedom.
Don't let them go, otherwise it's war.
We've humiliated Draupadi, they can never forgive us.
They want to recover everything, they are already preparing a massacre.
Call them back. Let's play a final round.
Father, call them back. They are marching towards our death.
Yes, call them back.
My son is right. Better a game than the war.
- One moment! - What do you want?
You're recalled for a final match. The whole is ready.
You hesitate...
What does this call of destiny conceal?
Leave the destiny alone.
We need to make ourselves strong, to recover our possessions...
Come.
You said the whole is ready?
Yes, for the final round.
With one throw you can win back your wealth, your kingdom
and more besides. With one throw.
Leave this place.
Yudhishthira you're in a dream, it leads to darkness.
Come with us.
- No, I must play. - Why?
I can't refuse my rivals a last chance of salvation.
What are you saying?
Shakuni condemns to death those who asked him to cheat.
I repeat: I can't deny them a last chance of salvation.
I follow you.
We will play one single throw. Listen carefully...
If we lose,
we will spend twelve years in exile,
clothed in rags, and the thirteenth year in an unknown place,
hidden and disguised.
If during the course of the thirteenth year we are discovered,
we will spend a further twelve years in exile.
If you lose, the exile is yours.
At the end of the thirteenth year,
either you or we, will regain the kingdom.
Let's play.
All our treasure...
All our women, all our lands,
all our herds, against exile in the wilderness.
Let's play.
They have lost. The Pandavas!
They thought they were on top of the world, and now they are rejected and cast out.
Draupadi, choose a husband amongst us.
One day, I will remind you of your words
and I'll drink your blood, vile swine!
- The big beast, the fat cow! - Dushassana!
I will open your belly,
and Arjuna will kill Karna.
Yes, I will kill Karna.
I said so and I will do it.
I will always be ahead of you.
Don't forget...
Take your bow with you, and practise.
- I won't forget. - Each day,
I will think of your death.
Death? Karna, each of your thought, each breath
brings you nearer to death.
I made a vow. I'll say no more.
Starving, naked...
...what will you live of in the desert?
- Vyasa? - I'm here.
Describe their departure.
They walk barefoot. The whole city watches them in silence.
Yudhishthira walks ahead,
then comes Bhima, with staring eyes fixed on his two arms.
With each step he takes, Arjuna stirs up clouds of sand.
Sahadeva and Nakula are soiled with dust and mud
from head to foot.
Draupadi is last, her head bowed towards the ground.
Why? What do these attitudes mean?
Bhima is contracting his arms, the most powerful arms in the world.
In the grains of sand he scatters,
Arjuna sees a thousand arrows fly.
The twins hide their beauty,
so that no woman would be tempted to follow.
And Draupadi murmurs,
in her bloodstained robe:
"One day we will see widows,
"their children dead, their hair unbound,
"on the day of their period,
"honouring cold corpses with their cries."
I can't see them anymore.
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Bhima!
Where is Bhima?
I'm looking for Bhima!
Where is he?
Bhima!
I'm looking for Bhima.
I'm looking for Bhima. Where is he?
I am Bhima!
What do you want?
I was told I would find you in the forest,
and that you are the strongest man in the world.
It's true!
You must fight for me.
Against whom?
Against an old man,
a proud and ferocious old man. Against Bhishma!
Bhishma?
Impossible. I love and respect him.
No one would risk himself against him.
He can only die if he wishes for death.
He's invincible.
Who are you?
I am Amba. Because of Bhishma...
...long ago, the world rejected me.
You are really Amba?
It was more than forty years ago.
Hate keeps me young.
I only live to kill Bhishma.
I swore it,
but all the men to whom I turn, even you Bhima...
...you all tell me he can't be killed.
Nonetheless, I will kill him.
To find the moment that ends his life,
I have all eternity.
Rest. Free yourself from this wish to kill.
Why do you always propose peace, forgiveness?
Amba, don't only search in this world,
pray to the demigods, call upon invisible forces.
For forty years I've been searching everywhere.
No force can outwit death.
Except death itself.
Who spoke?
Who said "Except death itself"?
How can death outwit death?
Explain. Don't leave me in this void.
Amba, would you like to eat?
I only eat what the wind brings.
I never sleep.
All my life I walk and question.
I need nothing.
Someone is laughing at us.
What are you saying?
A magician makes us blind, he's torturing us.
What magician?
We had a kingdom...
...or did I dream it?
I was dragged in front of all the men, clothed in a single robe...
...stained in my own blood.
The sight of a woman made men laugh.
My husbands were there.
I needed their aid, and Duryodhana is still alive!
I despise your strength.
I have another question.
You are just, you only speak words of truth.
How did you allow the game take hold of you?
How did you agree to play to lose everything?
Your brothers, your wife...
Yudhishthira, I don't understand.
Sometimes I tell myself that a man is nothing!
He has his nature imposed upon him. Nothing comes from himself.
All that we do, all that we think, is just a game,
just moving shadows. Yes, I suspect a magician. Destiny is vicious...
...and he plays tricks with us. Even the Creator takes sides.
I condemn him.
I have the same questions as you, Draupadi.
Why is this act rewarded and this one not? No one can answer.
It's the secret of all time.
But whether there is a reward or not,
with all my strength I do what I must do.
That is my Dharma.
Without this obligation, nothing would be stable anymore
and the world would lose its honour in darkness.
I have more than love for you.
I have respect,
since the very first day.
But something in your heart eludes me and sucks my strength.
...A man who doesn't know why he's alive? Where is his will?
What hope sustains him? Happiness is for a man who acts!
And if silence were necessary for the harmony of the world?
Silence...
Solitude...
Thought.
Rise! Take up your weapons! Don't leave us in this wilderness!
Yudhishthira...
Yudhishthira, we all want what is good. That's natural.
Money, for example, wealth...
...all the abundance of the earth. That's good...
...that's excellent.
And love, that's delicious.
Sometimes, it's divine.
But I say, my brother,
there's nothing like love. It's honey.
It's a bliss. Love well made can lead to wisdom.
You, you know Dharma better than anyone.
But wealth? You will hold out a begging bowl
and enjoy wealth? And love?
You will sit alone in a bush and enjoy love?
Get up! You must protect the earth! That's the truth!
Yudhishthira, you can't answer lies with silence.
Our kingdom, and our power, are in the hands of a thief.
Yudhishthira, rise!
I have promised to spend thirteen years in exile,
and I will keep my promise.
At the end of thirteen years, if Duryodhana refuses to give us back our kingdom...
...and he will refuse...
...then I will be as resolute as you are.
One day, Draupadi,
wolves and birds will laugh while eating our enemies' flesh,
the flesh of those who laughed when they saw you played for and lost.
One day,
in twelve years, when the time is ripe.
But not before.
Bhima...
- Why do you embrace me? - Because I'm going. Nakula, Sahadeva...
My arms are idle, my will grows weaker every day.
- I can't wait here any longer. - Where are you going?
Somewhere in the north there are weapons.
I'm going to find them, as those we have will not be sufficient.
Where are these weapons?
Humans do not know them.
They are buried deep in the mountains.
They say that to obtain them you must forget everything,
even your body, even your life. I'm ready.
I'm going because ever since childhood I've been marked for war,
and I know now that one day this war will come and I will lead it.
I know it. I won't miss out my life.
How long before seeing you?
I don't know. I've said all I know.
I will be back.
Duryodhana!
Yes. What?
My dreams are poisoning me.
I have seen Yudhishthira and his brothers
clutching winged demons and swarming towards us.
Bhima had red teeth.
Blood streamed from his mouth and he cried:
"You dragged my wife by the hair!
"I will tear open your belly, I will eat your guts!"
Calm down.
Give me your hands.
Our enemies are growing stronger.
We must attack them now. We must destroy them!
Otherwise, very soon it will be too late.
Dushassana, my brother, their exile protects them.
The game they lost protects them.
I'm bound by its rules.
Yes, but the Pandavas are stamping the rules into dust.
They are preparing for a war.
You must preserve your empire.
You must kill them.
Announce a hunt.
You can say they died in an accident. I will help you.
I hear breathing. Who is that?
Your sons. I'm with Dushassana.
Up so early?
We're preparing a hunt.
What prey?
- Stag, fowl... - Boar.
I know your voices. What's disturbing you?
- A bad night. - Yes.
We wonder through the palace from room to room.
Even sleep's been banished.
All the time I think of them.
Out there, miserable, wretched, ravaged by fever, pining for the past...
I think of nothing else.
I spend all my nights with them.
I see them in the dark, close to me like shadows, but strong.
Stronger and stronger.
Exile strengthens them, I know it.
Friends and allies are gathering
and stoking arms. All they speak of is my death.
My son, your reign is a good reign.
Don't let your anguish destroy it.
If my reign is a good reign, where is your sleep?
Power is brief. Yes, I'm disturbed,
anguished.
He's right.
You have given him your power because you can't rule the world in the dark.
Well, if your son is your king, let him rule.
Trust him, and stop pacing through the palace all night long.
His heart is blind, and he attracts disaster.
If danger is approaching the Pandavas in the forest,
warn them, send them a secret message.
No, I can't betray my son. No, not that!
Hidimbi, my sister, I think I'm dreaming.
Yes! I smell human flesh!
Look!
Bring me their corpses. Hurry!
When we have eaten, we'll dance in the moonlight!
Who are you...
...you I see?
Bhima. And who are you, you I don't see?
My name is Hidimbi.
This forest is my kingdom.
- You are a Rakshasi? - Yes.
- Show yourself! - No! I don't want to!
Why?
I'm not what humans like.
I'm black and hairy, and I stink!
- I want to see you! - No, wait!
First I must give myself the face and the body of a gorgeous woman.
You can do that?
Look!
- You find me beautiful? - Like the night.
Then tell me where you come from,
splendid young man.
Tell me how you live, what you do.
I watch.
This forest is ruled by a terrifying Rakshasa,
my brother, who sent me to take your life.
But at the sight of you love grasped my soul.
You bewitched me. I love you, I can't kill you.
Love me as I love you and be my husband.
I fly in the air, I do what I please. I will save you.
I can't be your husband. I already have a wife.
- Where is she? - There.
But she's sleeping beside another man!
- Who is he? - He's my brother.
He's also her husband.
She has two husbands?
She has five.
Five? And you refuse to make me your second wife?
What's this riddle? I don't understand!
I hear him! He's running towards us! Quick!
All of you, jump on my back!
I'll carry you far from here!
You don't know him, he's wild!
Hidimbi, I've absolutely no fear of your brother.
Don't look down on me because I'm just a man!
Hidimbi, it's disgusting!
You look like a woman, you vile, depraved pervert!
I'm going to kill you,
- and all these slugs as well! - Stop!
Before killing this woman, fight with me,
with me alone!
Lift him off the ground!
Squeeze the wind out of him!
I'm going to restore this wood to happiness!
Is he dead?
Yes, his monster heart is still.
Listen to me.
I know that love is a woman's affliction,
and the time has come for me to suffer.
I've chosen your brother, Bhima.
If he rejects me, I'll die.
Call me a poor idiot, but grant me this man.
You have other husbands. Give me this one, I want him!
If you give him to me, I'll do everything for you.
I'll protect you all my life.
Yes.
Enjoy my brother Bhima from sunrise to sunset.
As long as there's light in the sky, he's yours.
But don't forget to bring him back with the dark.
- Are you still afraid of me? - I've never been afraid.
- What can you still refuse me? - Nothing.
The sun is rising.
Carry me away.
I'll stay with you until we are given a son.
So, transfigured by joy,
Hidimbi became a woman of almost incredible beauty.
She got hold of Bhima,
she swept him up into the air
and everywhere.
On mountain peaks, on sky-blue beaches,
in the secret layers of gazelles
on the shores of forgotten lakes,
everywhere, she gave him her love.
We had a son.
An enormous son called Ghatotkatcha.
Here he is.
It's him?
He's our son?
Yes. Isn't he beautiful?
Already so big? So black?
Oh, he's a magnificent boy. He has red eyes.
He doesn't seem to know how to walk!
But he's only just been born...
But he'll be very strong, a great magician.
I can already feel his power.
Son, son, come into my arms!
- My father! - Yes, it's me. Come!
My father...
- Come, son! Yes! - Father...
- Come, ah ah! - Father!
Yes, come, come!
Ghatotkatcha, my son, stay with us!
- I can't. - Why?
I live in another world
and I must go back with my mother.
But if one day you need me,
I'll hear your call.
I'll be there, by your side.
Hidimbi, wait...
- No, don't look at me! I'm leaving! - Hidimbi! Hidimbi!
I was told that I'd find the king of kings in the desert,
the supreme ruler. Could it be you?
Where is Arjuna?
Where is he?
He's on a journey.
Wasn't he bound to spend twelve years in exile?
Why has he broken his word?
Where is he travelling?
With whom?
He's travelling alone.
No word has been broken.
Is he looking for allies? Answer me!
Put down that weapon Dushassana! Obey!
No crime should corrupt this poem.
- Yes. - Vyasa!
It's a joy to see you again. Thank you.
Vyasa,
have you condemned us to spend the rest of our days here?
To watch our lives have their way in this desert?
No. Go!
Profit from exile to see and listen.
Walk. Pause beside wise men.
Question savages and madmen,
and listen to stories. It's always pleasant,
and sometimes it improves you.
Duryodhana, go back to the city.
Today's hunt has not been very good.
Dushassana!
Do me a favour:
As you go back through the forest, be very careful.
Keep your throat well away from tigers and wolves.
Stay alive.
Save your blood for me.
If you can stop crimes,
you could prevent the war!
There are some acts a word can check.
Others, nothing can stop.
- Who is there? - Kunti.
What do you want?
Uncover your eyes, Gandhari.
Your son has launched a hunt against my sons.
Not satisfied by their exile,
he wants their death.
He's defending his kingdom.
Take off your veil.
Come out of your dark hiding place.
To each one his darkness, Kunti.
I am used to the night.
You never looked at the earth, the palace...
nor the colours of the sky. That, I understand.
But how can you live without ever seeing your sons?
A spark of courage;
that's all you need.
Look around you. See things as they are.
I'm going to tear off your veil.
Don't touch me.
You don't like me, Gandhari.
My first son was born before yours. And you haven't forgotten.
I suffered for long time, it's true.
I even asked myself what fathers would have given you your sons.
But I don't think of it anymore.
Listen to me, Kunti.
Your children are united, and they are strong enough to protect themselves.
It is for mine that I fear the worst.
The rage in Duryodhana's heart makes a weakling of him.
He is a blind man’s son. He lives blindly.
He's bringing death upon himself. I see it clearly.
You must help me to keep him alive.
Even if you hate him,
even if the earth fears him,
he's my son.
Did you see them?
Yes. Arjuna has left his brothers.
I know.
My spies saw him heading north. Alone.
What's he doing?
He's looking for weapons.
Sacred weapons.
Where is he? I must know exactly.
You can see him.
Concentrate your thoughts on him, be calm.
Pronounce the necessary words.
Evoke him.
Don't touch that boar.
Who are you?
I hunt in these vast mountains.
This boar is mine. Why did you shoot it down?
This boar is mine. I hit it first.
No, it was I who hit it, before you.
What brings you here alone?
Don't come near this boar.
I'll lift the boar onto my shoulders. It is mine!
If your hand touches the skin of this animal,
- you won't escape alive. - You can't frighten me!
The earth here knows my step.
You shot at the boar and you missed it.
Don't put your clumsiness onto others.
I'm taking my boar.
Again.
Again! More!
Use up all your arrows...
You can't touch me.
You can do nothing to me. I master you.
Look.
I lift you in my arms!
I block your lungs!
I draw out your life.
Shiva. You! The most subtle of beings!
Blue-necked Shiva,
with your third eye!
I came to these mountains drawn by longing to see you.
I fought without recognising you.
I am confused. Forgive me.
You are forgiven. I'm pleased to meet you.
Ask me a favour, whatever you wish.
What I wish...
...is an absolute weapon that you possess.
- Pasupata? - Yes.
- It can destroy the world. - I know.
You can launch it with your bow, but also with your eye...
...your word, your thought.
It's a weapon you can't recall,
it's without limit, without mercy.
I know that too!
You could never dispose of it, nor give it back.
I need this weapon.
I'll give it to you.
Pasupata!
The mountains quiver when they hear that name...
...the trees, the wind... the whole earth shakes.
Arjuna will never dare use it.
He doesn't know how.
Karma, you are mistaken.
Listen to what happened to me. Listen carefully.
When Shiva disappeared,
I heard a tumult in the sky, like a hundred thousand claps of thunder
and an immense chariot appeared, scattering the clouds.
Who are you in the form of Arjuna?
An apparition?
A phantom?
The voice of the driver said to me: Mount!
My heart beat wildly.
I climbed onto the immense chariot.
Drawn by a prodigious force,
it bore me to the regions of light which the earth calls the stars.
Yes, Karna...
I saw thousands of fiery spheres,
making music in endless space.
I saw bodies glowing with their own light.
I passed beyond the world of men,
I arrived at Amavarati,
the city that no one may describe,
where Indra my father lives.
He took me on his knee. Yes, Karna...
He caressed me with a hand burned black with tracks of thunder,
and for five years with him
I deepened my understanding of the use
of this weapon.
You don't exist.
I don't believe you.
I will find you again.
Karna, you too must acquire Pasupata.
We will have it.
It is night.
Yes.
You still dread the night?
I don't like it.
I like the sun, when it wraps me in its warmth.
Every evening, when shadows lengthen I feel cold,
I look behind me, I sleep badly.
But when the first rays
touch me, my strength returns intact.
Arjuna!
Who are you?
There is a strong wind.
Why hasn't it put out your lamp?
My name is Urvasi.
What do you want from me?
You are alone here,
in the ice and wind,
without a woman to give you her warmth.
Look,
I circled my eyes with shadow,
and my arms with gold,
I scented my skin,
I drank a little wine and I came rapidly through the garden.
Are you a creature of the sky?
An Apsara?
Don't come near me. I am a man.
We Apsaras are free to choose,
we are not tied to a single man.
What I offer you is neither frightening nor dangerous.
It is only love.
I'm too far from the earth,
I've forgotten pleasure's shape,
even her scent.
Love is the same in all the worlds.
Go away Urvasi. We cannot love each other.
I came to you. Don't reject me.
- I love you. - I love you too.
I respect you like a mother. I bow to you.
Treat me as your son.
Look at my skin,
it is seething with fury!
Treat you as my son?
Remember my words:
because you have insulted a woman who came to love you,
you will live like a woman.
You too, amongst women, will be despised
and you will be deprived of your virility.
For many months,
you have lived in these forests,
silent and willing.
I want to grant you a favour.
I don't know the colour of your eyes,
I don't know your name,
I don't know the sound of your voice,
but I tell you you deserve a reward,
and I have many well hidden secrets.
What is your wish?
Pasupata.
What?
Give me the secret of Pasupata.
Who are you?
- I'm your servant. - Liar!
You want a weapon,
that means you are a warrior!
You belong to that arrogant cast that I detest, the Ksatriyas!
Why do you detest the Ksatriyas?
There is nothing to explain! I hate them.
I fought twenty-one generations of Ksatriyas with my axe.
I came down from heaven to destroy them!
I'm not of that cast, I'm a simple man.
- That's the truth? - I'm called the driver's son.
I swear it.
Here. I'm a man of my word.
The formula is written here. Learn it by heart.
Quick! Hurry,
the formula will fade away.
Finished.
It's only a scrub of bark.
You remember what was on it?
When you utter those words,
a creature will come down from the sky
and will give you the weapon that you wish.
Now I will sleep a little.
I'm more than a thousand years old and I'm beginning to grow tired.
Where does this blood come from?
Is this your doing?
A worm brought a hole in my thigh while you slept,
a tiny worm. Forgive me.
Why didn't you yell?
I didn't want to wake you.
You have tricked me.
Only a Ksatriya could display such idiotic courage!
Any intelligent man would have yelled.
You are a Ksatriya!
You lied to worm out my secret,
but listen to me, whoever you are!
At the last minute, listen to me carefully,
the secret will slip from your memory.
You will forget it entirely, and that will be the moment of your death!
Go! Go!
No!
Don't drink! Answer my question before you drink!
We must drink!
The sons of Madri are dead.
Answer my question!
Answer me!
Show yourself!
- Show yourself! - Speak!
- Answer my question! - Show yourself!
Don't excite yourself for nothing. First answer my question.
I'm devoured by thirst!
Who has killed my brothers?
Don't drink! First answer my questions!
Who stroke them down?
There's no trace of blows,
I don't understand.
First answer my questions,
then I'll let you drink.
Who are you?
- I don't see you. - Answer!
Are you in the air?
Are you in the water?
I am neither fish nor bird. I've struck down your brother
because they wanted to drink without answering my questions.
Examine me.
What is quicker than the wind?
Thought.
What can cover the earth?
Darkness.
Who are more numerous, the living or the dead?
The living, because the dead are no longer.
Give me an example of space.
My two hands, as one.
An example of grief.
Ignorance.
Of poison.
Desire.
An example of defeat.
Victory.
Which came first, day or night?
Day, but...
it was only a day ahead.
What is the cause of the world?
Love.
What is your opposite?
Myself.
What is madness?
Our forgotten way.
And revolt? Why do men revolt?
To find beauty, either in life or in death.
And what for each of us is inevitable?
Happiness.
And what is the greatest wonder?
Each day, death strikes
and we live as though we were immortal.
This is the greatest wonder.
Then the voice from the lake said:
May all your brothers come back to life!
Who are you?
I am Dharma, your father.
I am constancy, rightness, the order of the world.
You've taken the form of a lake?
I am all forms.
Yudhishthira, I am very satisfied.
Choose a favour.
Our stay in the woods is coming to an end.
We must now spend a thirteenth year
unseen, unrecognised.
Tell me what our disguise should be.
Choose the disguise of your most secret desire.
Where can we hide?
For the thirteenth year you must hide
so skilfully that no one would recognise you,
not even me. Now you can drink.
Vyasa,
why are you inventing this poem?
So as to engrave Dharma in the hearts of men.
Is that possible?
It will be long and difficult, and will be even dangerous, but the earth
is listening to my poem.
It's wondering: will he find the way to help me?
Where are we going now?
I don't know yet.
Are you really the author of this poem?
Do you doubt it?
At times you hesitate.
I've composed everything, but nothing is written down
and yes, there are moments when my thoughts escape me.
And Krishna? Did you invent him as well?
Vyasa, which of us has invented the other?
Krishna!
Greetings. What are you looking for in this land?
Vyasa, I was looking for you.
I'm a little cold.
Who are you?
People say Vishnu has come down to save the world,
and some say he has taken your shape. Is it true?
What do you say, Vyasa?
You are narrating me, haven't you already traced out my path?
No path is traced completely, as well you know.
You are in life and you live.
The days of my youth passed joyfully,
and I tasted many wonders.
Now your hairs go grey.
Deep in myself I see a black lake.
Often, in the dark, I hear calling and cries of pain
I hear them too.
And what do you do?
At night I sleep, and in the morning I wake.
I wait.
But you must know what has been prepared!
One of you must know!
Where are we?
This is the court of king Virata.
The five Pandavas and their wife have been here for many months,
hiding, disguised. Look...
Discreetly. That Brahmin there is Yudhishthira.
He's playing dice?
I've won.
Yes.
In the course of his journeys he learnt the science of dice,
and now he can never lose.
Oh, it's Bhima!
He's now a cook. They call him the prince of pots.
The master of four thousand sauces.
Over there is Nakula,
here with the musicians, Sahadeva.
And he is...
Is he a man or a woman?
I'm both, a man and a woman.
I've won.
Kitchaka! My general!
My king!
At last you are back.
I can't run my country without you.
Where have you been so long?
I've been with Duryodhana.
The Pandavas have disappeared.
He is furious. His spies have been searching the earth for them,
but if I find them, he will give us gold.
I think you should search in remote ambients.
Yes.
- In far away mines... - Yes.
Caves...
...Grottoes.
Yes.
I will track them down even if it takes me to China!
Who are these men?
My new servants. They served Yudhishthira in the forest.
- Yudhishthira? - Yes.
Come!
One, two, three, four, five.
They are five, like the Pandavas!
This one is very strong...
And this one...
What have you got in your hand?
A game of dice.
Ah, you play at dice.
Yes, very often.
So, tell me... You win or you lose?
He wins every time.
Then you can't be Yudhishthira.
Who's this beauty? Tell me.
I don't know, she's just a servant.
Beloved sister,
send her to me, I must have her. I'll give you emeralds.
Very good. I'll send her to you tomorrow.
Good.
Come...
Sit down.
From now on, all my wives are your servants.
Yes, there is no one like you.
You shine like the moon.
Your two breasts...
your lips...
Don't push me away. You'll regret it. Come.
You are sick. I see you already in ashes.
In ashes? Just the reverse.
Come. Come into my fire!
Who do you think you are to say no to me?
Open your arms.
Wait...
Later.
Tonight?
- Tonight. - Good... Good.
Bhima, stop cooking! Listen to me!
Draupadi? What are you doing here?
I don't care anymore, I think all your brothers are dead!
What do you mean?
Your elder brother lives only for his dice.
He once nourished the earth, and today he eats from a stranger's hands.
And you, stewing rice in a kitchen?
And Arjuna, the great conqueror,
teaching dance to the king's daughter!
I'm ashamed!
Look at this miserable dress, these chapped hands!
I know some people are beginning to suspect us, but I'm in agony!
My heart is racing! Listen!
Kitchaka's violence terrifies me.
I've promised to meet him again,
but I'd rather swallow poison than fall into his hands.
Draupadi...
You know the new pavilion?
Are you there?
I received your message.
I am here.
You see,
I've spent hours dressing
and scenting myself for you.
It's a very expensive scent.
When I left, my servants gasped.
They said I was the king of beauty.
I'm happy, it's like a dream.
I'm in ecstasy.
Yes, yes, yes... caress me. Yes!
I see you know the ancient art...
Again, again!
I've never been caressed so strongly!
My whole body's tingling!
Speak to me, tell me something!
It's true, you are the king.
What?
It's true, you are the king of beauty.
No wonder women adore you!
What's that voice?
- No! - I'll take you in my arms now!
Yes!
You didn't know, did you,
that you came here looking for death?
No... no!
My fingers sink into your flesh!
I will grind you to powder, my love!
What's this?
Is this Kitchaka?
These are certainly his clothes and his perfume...
But, where's his neck?
Where are his feet?
Where's his head?
Who killed him?
He's been killed by greed, by pride.
But who turned him into a ball? Only a demon could do that!
No. It was my brother.
Who are you?
I am Yudhishthira.
I can't lie to you.
And here is my brother Bhima,
who killed Kitchaka to protect our wife Draupadi.
Here are Arjuna...
Nakula and Sahadeva.
I have to close my eyes.
Is it true?
You have honoured my palace in secret. What can I do for you?
Our time of exile is over.
We must now demand
the return of what is ours.
And if Duryodhana refuses?
I will fight.
You? Would you launch a war?
Yes. With my brothers.
Yudhishthira!
They say that we have entered the age of destruction.
Is it true?
Don't go away without answering me.
I see the coming of another age,
where barbaric kings
rule over a vicious and broken world.
Where puny, fearful,
hard men, live tiny lives.
White-haired at sixteen,
copulating with animals.
Their women, perfect whores making love with greedy mouths.
The cows, dry, sterile.
Trees, standing lifeless.
No more flowers, no more purity.
Ambition, corruption, commerce,
is the age of Kali,
the black time.
The countryside a desert,
crime stocks the cities.
Beasts drink blood and sleep in the streets.
All the water's sucked up by the sky.
Scalded earth,
scorched to dead ash.
The fire rises, born by the wind.
Fire pierces the earth.
Cracks open the underground world.
Wind and fire calcining the world.
Immense clouds gather,
blue, yellow and red...
They rise like deep sea monsters,
like shattered cities.
Forked with lightening, the rains fall.
The rains fall and engulf the earth.
Twelve years of storm.
The mountains split the waters.
I no longer see the world.
Then,
the primary God, when all that remains is a grey sea without a man,
beast or tree...
...the Creator...
...drinks the terrible wind...
...and falls asleep.
You said everything will be destroyed...
So, what's the use of fighting?
Welcome to you both.
Why this visit?
War is drawing near.
Krishna, I've come to ask you to be our ally.
I make the same request in the name of my brothers.
I love you all. I cannot take sides.
It is true.
Our family bonds are the same,
but I was the first to enter here.
I have priority.
Yes, you were the first to enter,
but when I opened my eyes, they fell on Arjuna.
It's for him to say what he would prefer.
On one side I set the mass of my warriors,
fully equipped, ready for war,
and on the other side myself, alone, unarmed,
taking no part in the battle.
- What do you choose? - I choose you.
- Me? Alone, unarmed? - Yes.
That means I have the entire mass of your warriors?
They are yours.
Fully equipped? Determined to fight?
Determined and faithful.
Even to fight against Arjuna?
Even against him.
You yourself won't fight?
I will not fight.
Arjuna?
Has everything been done to prevent the war?
Absolutely everything?
Can it be prevented?
Arjuna, I can tell you with absolute conviction
you won't have the choice between peace and war.
What will be my choice?
Between war and another war.
The other war, where will it take place?
On a battlefield...
or in my heart?
I don't see a real difference.
You said that war is inevitable, yet you do everything to prevent it.
Yes.
When you chose me, what was in your mind?
I'm strong, I don't need your strength.
But I need you to drive my chariot.
Be my driver.
Yes. I will drive your chariot.
Karna...
Each day I feel the breath of war come closer.
I know your power and your influence.
If you wished, you could avoid it.
It's not me who decides if there'll be a war,
but if the day comes, I will fight.
Your sons are my enemies.
They have despised,
soiled and rejected me.
You can never beat them.
You see this launch?
Touch it. Feel how it vibrates.
When I was born,
I had a golden brass plate, like a second skin.
One day a god disguised as a beggar said to me:
"Give me your brass plate".
I heard a voice in the sky crying: "Don't part with that brass plate!"
But I couldn't refuse.
I can never refuse anything.
Without the least hesitation, I tore it off and gave it dripping with blood.
It was then that the god held out to me this launch,
with these words:
"It will kill a living being, whoever you choose,
"man, god or demon".
But it will only kill once.
Bhishma,
We must make the last offer of peace.
It's too late. Death is already here, observing us.
The Pandavas are preparing for war.
Yes.
They will come to inform me of the death of my children...
...and of my children's children!
Our friends laugh at your fears.
They would throw themselves into the fire for us.
We have eleven complete armies against seven.
Victory is a fruit in my hand. It's the truth,
and I will govern the earth,
or else I will die.
You reign has been rich and calm.
Yes, so the poets say.
All around me I see happiness.
Is it true, Drona?
It is true.
Is it true, Bhishma?
It is true.
Nobody is calling for our enemies to return.
I was given a kingdom which I stamped with a number: one!
I won't mutilate this kingdom, I won't skin it alive.
I will leave it intact just as it was given.
I will never share it, I'll yield nothing.
I will kill Arjuna.
I've known this in a dream.
Karna...
This earth that you despise and walk on with such pride,
will strike you one day.
You always treat me like an imbecile and a coward.
Is it because of your great age?
Old I may be, as you enjoy repeating,
still I don't know a warrior in the earth who is my equal.
Not even Drona?
Not even Drona.
Then I ask you, and you can't refuse...
take command, be our general!
Me?
Aren't you the best? The one that's impossible to kill?
Duryodhana, don't impose this burden on me!
Everything that's threatening us,
everything that's tearing us apart comes from you,
from the lunatic promise you made long before we were born:
"Never a woman, never a child".
Your interminable, useless life, you've spent here,
eating and drinking from the king's hand!
If you shrink from this battle,
your white life will be stained.
Bhishma,
accept the commandment.
With you and Drona there will be no more risk.
You accept?
Or you're afraid of death, after all?
I'm afraid of everything except death.
Yes, I accept.
But on one condition.
Karna must not fight.
Why?
I can't say why.
Are you afraid his light might outshine yours?
No, that's not what I fear.
Then why leave Karna idle?
Here.
I will only fight...
...after your death.
- Bhishma? - Yes.
Is it night?
Yes, it's already dark.
- Gandhari? - I'm here.
Something keeps me awake every night.
I dread the moment of sleep.
Your sons are burning with hatred,
and the same hate is clouding your reason.
You want to keep what isn't yours.
Stay close to me all night.
- Krishna is on his way. - Krishna?
He comes in embassy, sent by Yudhishthira.
This is the perfect moment. Let's seize Krishna and put him in irons!
Yes. I already have all his armies, I will keep him prisoner!
No! Krishna brings danger. Don't touch him! Duryodhana!
Prepare him a palace!
Let all the city gaze upon him!
Sprinkle water before him!
It's not worth the trouble... I'm here.
Ambassadors only receive honours at the end of their mission.
This refreshment must be eaten in joy.
Dhritharashtra, my words are for you.
The Pandavas, your five nephews, are like your sons.
You must give them what is theirs.
There's nothing more to say.
Krishna, I am not the master,
I can't answer for myself.
Speak to my son.
Do you wish to listen?
I'm listening.
You're of noble blood, you're learned.
Your qualities are real,
but you're destroying your life.
The man who scorns advice
burns his stomach as though with green fruit.
His friends groan for a moment,
then disaster catches up with him.
The earth loathes and rejects him.
Krishna, do you believe in the possibility of peace?
I think what I say is possible,
otherwise I wouldn't say it.
But in your heart...
if you listen without lying...
don't you hear the growl of war?
Can a war without a winner be a war?
Could a man with his eyes open plunge into war
knowing that everyone will die?
You all keep telling me I can't win.
Very well. Death by arms is a glorious death.
I will never bow down.
As I was leaving, Yudhishthira called me back and said:
"Let Dhritharashtra leave us five villages...
"...and there'll be no war".
A king does not stake his kingdom.
A king does not stoop to us for five villages.
I will not give five villages, I will not give one village. I will not give...
the point of a nail of earth.
Then one thing be certain:
you will have your glorious death!
If the earth is clamouring for victims,
we will see a splendid massacre!
Dhritharashtra, call them back.
They want to take hold of me.
Like madmen, like children.
Your son wants to make me his hostage. It's a mistake.
Stop!
My son, your hatred's for yourself.
After thirteen years of anger, try to be calm.
Duryodhana, you think I'm alone?
You want to take hold of Krishna? You don't know who he is?
You think he's defenceless? Look! Look carefully!
When he laughs...
thirteen tongues of fire spring from his mouth.
Brahma sits on his brow.
The guardians of the world stand on his arms.
From his eyes, his ears, his nose,
there are fire and smoke. Rays of light stream from his skin,
heavenly, universal, terrible form!
Krishna, lighten my eyes for a moment.
I beg you, let me see you.
Yes. Here are eyes.
I see you!
Out of chaos, a miracle.
My sons, can you see as I do?
Can you see?
Where are you going?
Come back, listen to us. Look!
Darkness covers me again.
I can no longer distinguish anything.
Krishna, I did what I could.
So did I.
Kunti, I am leaving.
What should I tell your sons?
That I found you sad and silent...
...because of this war which is drawing nearer and nearer...
...and which fills you with horror?
No.
Tell Yudhishthira
that a bad king is a contagious disease,
that he perverts his age.
Say to him: "Awake, arise!"
Your son could answer:
What does a piece of land mean to me? Or pleasure, or life?
Answer him he is not alone.
For all the creatures around him, he is the centre.
And if he says: "You have shut your heart to pity"?
Tell him to forge himself a heart of iron.
Tell him pity is a poison.
He will say he feels tenderly towards his body.
What right have we to destroy our bodies?
I would tell my son: your body is beautiful,
your body is noble,
but if you live with the fear of death, why ever give you life?
Burn like a torch...
...if only for an instant.
You were with Kunti?
Yes. You were looking for me?
No.
I was walking by myself in the palace.
Sometimes I like to be alone.
I go my own way, you know,
closed, confused...
Plagued by rumours.
Him whom I call father and her whom I call mother
are not my father and mother.
Karna, you are the son of Kunti.
Your enemies are your brothers.
- They know it? - No.
But if I reveal your birth to them, they'll bring you perfumes and gold,
and on the sixth day, Draupadi will be your wife.
Your brothers, your friends, your mother, will be happy.
Duryodhana will no longer dare to fight.
My mother abandoned me.
A chariot driver found me and took me home.
Neither the earth itself,
nor mountains of gold, neither joy
nor fear could make me change my mind. I have given my word.
I won't take it back.
Don't reveal my birth.
Yudhishthira would want to give me his crown,
and I would pass it on to Duryodhana.
May Yudhishthira have a long reign.
Everything I've said to wound him, I regret.
Krishna...
We're going to celebrate the great sacrifice of arms,
and the eye that lights on everything will be yours.
We will have drums and cries of war,
we will have blood, and skulls in which to drink the blood.
The sacrifice will invade the night,
dispose of everything.
I know what you want.
I give you the earth, you reject it.
Put Arjuna in front of me, and do not tell him I'm his mother's son.
The victory of the Pandavas is assured.
Tell your friends: Look!
It's spring, the buds are sweet,
the water sparkles, everyone is joyful...
...We're going to die.
You,
who know me so well...
...why do you trouble me?
If you are here to bring the earth to its end, very well:
the time has come.
No.
I'm not here to destroy.
Flesh and blood rain from the sky,
bodiless voices cry in the night.
Horses weep...
One-eyed, one-legged monstrosities hop across the land.
Birds purge on flags with fire in their beaks
crying: "Ripe! It's ripe!"
A cow gives birth to an ass, a woman a jackal.
Newborn babies dance,
cripples laugh.
The different races merge.
Vultures come to prey.
The setting sun is surrounded by disfigured corpses.
Time will destroy the universe.
I'm racked all night by my dreams.
I've dreamed of you surrounded by bleeding entrails.
I've dreamed of Yudhishthira radiant,
mounted on a pile of bones, drinking from a golden goblet.
I know from where victory will come.
You must be right.
If I can't touch your heart,
the ruin of the earth is near.
One thing is certain, Krishna.
We will make a great journey together.
Yes, and we will find each other again,
one day.
The two armies are face to face,
ready to throw themselves on one another.
For fourteen years I have waited for this moment.
Krishna is preparing your chariot, he's talking to your horses,
he's checking your weapons.
Everything is in your hands. You know it.
Duryodhana, you have chosen war.
It is here.
Now, all is ready.
My warriors, my horses, my chariots,
many millions of weapons,
convoys, food stoves, forgeries
tents for the wounded, logs for the funeral pyres,
musicians, soothsayers,
poisonous snakes.
My orders are given.
My armies shake the earth.
Arjuna, with Krishna at his reins, will give the signal,
and the battle you wish for will begin.
We must fix the rules of war.
Speak.
Never fight at night.
Never strike a fallen man,
an unarmed man, nor a man who had withdrawn from the fray.
And never strike in the back, nor on the legs.
Bhishma, I touch your feet.
We are going to fight against you,
you whom no one can kill.
Grant me leave to strike you.
If you hadn't come to me, Yudhishthira,
I would have hated and despised you.
I am chained to your enemies.
Commit yourself to the struggle,
and fight until you win.
Drona, I touch your feet. We will fight against you,
you who made us. Grant me leave to strike you.
If you hadn't come to me,
I too would have despised you.
I too am chained to your enemies,
I too wish for your victory.
Fight with them, but think of me.
You can't be beaten.
You promise us victory?
As long as Bhishma and I are alive,
that victory is impossible.
Victory and defeat are impossible?
That's what I say.
Is there a way of killing you?
No. Not unless I lay down my arms
to prepare for death.
Before whom could you lay down your arms?
Before a man of truth,
the day he chooses to lie.
Who will give the signal to launch the battle?
Arjuna. He's led by Krishna,
he's advancing between the two armies.
Krishna, my legs grow weak.
My mouth is dry, my body trembles.
My bow slips from my hand.
Uncle, cousins, nephews...
...and Drona my teacher, they are all there.
I can't bring death to my own family.
My resolution's gone.
I can't defend myself.
I will wait here for death.
Arjuna has thrown down his bow and his arrows.
He has thrown down his bow and his arrows?
Why does he bow his head?
Where is his pride?
Where is his wish to fight?
What is this mad and shameful weakness?
Stand up and fight!
I'm in anguish.
I can't see where my duty lies.
Teach me.
What is Krishna doing?
He's speaking to Arjuna.
What is he saying?
He's telling Arjuna that victory and defeat are the same.
He's urging him to act, but not to reflect on the fruit of the act.
He says to him: Seek detachment,
fight without desire.
You say: forget desire, seek detachment,
yet you urge me to battle, to massacre.
Your words are ambiguous, I am confused.
Krishna tells him: don't withdraw into solitude.
Renunciation is not enough.
You must act, yet action mustn't dominate you.
In the heart of action, you must remain free from all attachment.
How can I put into practice what you are demanding of me?
The mind is capricious, unstable...
...it's evasive, feverish, turbulent, tenacious.
It's harder to subdue than taming the wind.
You must learn to see with the same eye
a mount of earth and a heap of gold,
a cow and a sage,
a dog and a man who eats the dog.
There's another intelligence
beyond the mind.
Passion drags us away. Darkness dulls our senses.
How can I find this intelligence?
With what will?
To reply to this question,
Krishna led Arjuna through the tangled forest of illusion.
He began to teach him the ancient yoga of wisdom
and the mysterious path of action.
He spoke for a long time,
very long time,
between the two armies preparing to destroy themselves.
All men are born into illusion.
How can man reach the truth, if one is born in illusion?
Slowly, Krishna led Arjuna
through all the fibres of his spirit,
he showed him the deepest movements of his being,
and his true battlefield,
where you need neither warriors nor arrows...
...where each man must fight alone.
It is the most secret knowledge.
He showed him the whole truth.
He taught him how the world unfolds.
I feel my illusions vanish one by one.
Now,
if I am capable of contemplating it,
show me your universal form.
I see you,
in one point I see the entire world.
All the warriors hurl themselves into your mouth.
You grind them between your teeth.
They wish to be destroyed, and you destroy them.
Through your body I see the stars,
I see life and death, I see silence.
Tell me who you are,
I'm shaken to the depths. I'm afraid.
I am all that you think, all that you say.
Everything hangs on me, like pearls on a thread.
I am the earth's scent and the fire's heat.
I'm appearance and disappearance.
I'm the trickster's hoax.
I'm the radiance of all that shines.
I'm time grown old.
All beings fall into the night,
and all beings are brought back to daylight.
I have already defeated all these warriors.
But he who thinks he can kill,
and he who thinks he can be killed,
are both mistaken.
No weapon can pierce the life that informs you.
No fire can burn it, no water can drench it...
No wind can make it dry.
Have no fear and rise up,
because I love you.
Now you can dominate your mysterious
and incomprehensible spirit.
You can see its other side.
Act as you must act.
I myself, I'm never without action.
Rise up!
My illusion is dissolved. My error destroyed.
By your grace now, I'm firm.
My doubts are dispersed.
I will act according to your word.
When will they stop talking?
If Arjuna refuses to fight,
if he is paralysed with fear,
let him and his brothers go back to the woods, and let me reign!
Vyasa,
you who are composing this poem,
do you know who'll win?
The future doesn't exist, Dhritharashtra.
But I can give you eyes to see the battle.
No. I don't want to see my children die.
Already torn flesh...
...stomachs ripped, stamping horses crashing chests...
Fathers can't recognise their sons.
The dying cry: It's me!
Do I know you?
Don't move! Don't leave me!
Stop!
The day is over.
Vtg
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