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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 is 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 any more.

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 any more.

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 woman 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 the 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.

(Yudhishthira is in front of you)

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 seen 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 any more.

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 any more.

Bhima!

Where is Bhima?

I'm looking for Bhima!

Where is he?

Bhima!

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.

- Except death itself.
- Who spoke?

- Except death itself.
- Who said "Except death itself"?

How can death outwit death?

Explain. Don't leave me in this void.

Search.

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 any more

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 lairs 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!
- Father!

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 any more

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!

- Shiva! - Shiva!

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 recognizing 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 Amaravati,

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!

An 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 blood,

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, unrecognized.

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 recognize 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 any more, 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 lance?

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 lance,

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 bow.

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, forgers

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 recognize their sons.

The dying cry: It's me!

Do I know you?

Don't move! Don't leave me!

Stop! The day is over.

Original by VERTIGEN
Slight corrections and resync
by FRARES