AT THAT TIME
VIRGIN MARY
Out of my mouth is shit.
Stop talking.
Stop eating.
AT THAT TIME
With you, silence can be unbearable.
We can get married, if you like.
I'm not afraid.
Maybe that could help us.
I wonder...
What?
All women want something unique.
Can't you see I'm not listening?
You know,
men think they enter a woman.
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How are you doing with Mary?
That's my business.
Listen, Mary, when there's a break-out, move fast.
"I wondered if some event would happen in my life."
"I've had only the shadow of love, yes,"
"in fact, the shadow of a shadow,"
"like the reflection of a water lily in a pond,"
"not quiet, but shaken by ripples in the water,"
"so that even the reflection is deformed and not yours..."
So the sun, visible at last,
began to shine on the primeval oceans,
and then, it's said, life appeared
entirely by chance.
There was hydrogen, nitrogen...
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What if it wasn't chance?
100 times that of the universe?
What does that mean?
That there was never time,
chance had no time.
Since life hadn't time to appear...
On earth!
...then it came from elsewhere,
from space.
We wonder what an extra-terrestrial looks like.
Go to a mirror and look at yourself.
It's just a hypothesis, but...
Look at this dip.
It can only be explained...
by something in this cloud intercepting light...
at a specific wavelength.
There is a bacteria, of a very common sort,
that absorbs light on 3.4 microns.
That's its signature.
Any body, inert or alive,
leaves its special mark on the electronic field.
In my opinion,
this establishes
a very strong presumption
that life exists in space.
We're from there.
We are extra-terrestrials.
We weren't born in an amino-acid soup,
suddenly, by chance.
No deal.
The figures say "no".
What if it wasn't chance?
Exactly.
The astonishing truth is
that life was willed,
desired,
anticipated,
organized,
programmed by a determined intelligence.
Eve, stand behind Pascal.
My name's Eva.
Yes, stand behind Pascal and cover his eyes.
They say it would take 1.35 trillion years...
to find the solution blindfolded, but...
if there's someone beside you who can see,
and says no to every wrong move,
and yes to every move toward a solution,
at the rate of one move per second,
how long's needed?
2 minutes.
From 1.35 trillion years to 2 minutes.
That's what happened.
Memory!
Yes... Yes...
No!
Were you exiled for these ideas?
These... and others.
See you Monday.
Is the law of falling bodies because life fell from the sky?
Yes. Good-bye.
- Well! - Coming?
Like a drink at my place one evening?
That's another story.
Your shoe!
"The question is if this creature called man ever existed."
"Legendary man is a figment of the popular imagination..."
While there are Bourbons in Spain there'll be no peace.
That's not your line, Uncle Gabriel!
Right!
- Straight ahead. - Where's that?
Here's $500.
It's closed.
How about there?
No, there should be a house alongside.
What are you looking for?
Here!
Stop at this station.
Here's $500, for God's sake.
We'll be back!
You've a daughter, Mary?
What's it about?
Mary...
She's here!
For God's sake!
Mary, help!
What's going on?
Why're you here? We said Saturday.
Don't, Dad, it's Joseph.
They brought me here.
I'm sick of your tricks.
Forget it!
OK, what is it?
It's you...
It's you, Mary.
What do you want?
And you, my lady?
Your fiancée?
What's it to you?
We couldn't care less.
But you're going to have a child.
By whom?
- You'll have a baby. - I sleep with no one.
Mary, shit, who are these people?
Drive on! Here's $500.
By whom?
It won't be his. Never!
By whom?
Don't play innocent!
By whom?
Mary,
be pure, be rough. Follow Thy way.
My way! But the voice or the word?
Don't be silly!
I know where you're going and soon you will too.
Don't forget!
Don't forget, what goes in, goes out.
And what goes out, goes in!
I'm tired. Shall we stop?
"We each go on,"
"and each of us attains what he can reach."
Hölderlin... his last work.
Those ants are strictly the invisible man.
I swear it was here!
You never find ants near water.
Wrong. Some ants seek gold.
I read "Scientific American" too.
- What about these ants? - Olivier found an anthill.
He rigged wiring to warm the ants in winter.
He wanted to keep them awake in winter,
hoping they'd use that leisure time, to invent things.
- What? - Music, maybe.
There's no escape.
What is this? Miracles don't exist.
Kiss me.
What is all this?
There's no escape, for us.
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Let's go on with our story.
Imagine...
our descendants in 8 million years, 100 million.
Their wisdom and knowledge are unimaginable today.
They suddenly notice
that the supposedly fixed balance of the universe
is subtly changing.
Won't our descendants
try to preserve life?
Kiss me.
- I kiss you, I do. - Just once, Mary.
You should trust me.
A prior intelligence programmed life.
It struggled to exist
in a pitiless universe.
It preserved life.
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How'd you think of it?
Because of computers.
When I consider it...
that computer intelligence stuns me.
If our distant descendants
tried to encode
life as they know it
in a message of magnesium,
or Bohr,
or God knows what...
GOD
wouldn't they try to transmit the secret of Creation?
Maybe the message has always been clear.
Yes, that Voice deep in our consciences
whispers, if we listen:
You're born of something, somewhere else, in Heaven.
Seek and you will find more than you dream of.
Come to see the princess?
You can't fall any lower.
Who asked you?
Do I tell him to come?
Leave me alone.
- Why not tell the truth? - I am.
Maybe the words come out wrong,
or it's my voice,
but it's the truth.
Be simpler if you said you've seen other men.
I sleep with no one.
So where's the child from?
Where's it come from?
Answer me!
Look at me!
I'm looking at you.
The child must come from somewhere.
For 2 years now I can't touch you. Why?
Kiss me.
I don't know, Joseph.
By God! It's incredible!
Call, or stop by the theater.
Please kiss me.
Not that way.
I do kiss you, really.
You must be sleeping around. It's the only answer.
Guys with big cocks!
We're through, Mary. Ciao!
Hi! You here too?
I keep dreaming. Can't sleep. It wears me out.
Last night, before I went home,
I dreamed I had to paint the whole building.
I thought: That'll take time.
That'll take time. I couldn't sleep.
Must be a reason. You should make notes.
Yes, but I can't write, so I draw.
If it's a picture, you can't forget.
I must learn to write, if I want to forget.
That's it.
Your Dad well?
Yes, thanks.
Still pumping gas?
He wants out.
You getting married soon?
Broken up with Joseph?
He seemed serious.
What's wrong, Mary?
I've got a pain.
In the belly.
We'll have a look.
Take her blood pressure, Esther.
Go next door and undress. Be right there.
You must put on weight.
You'll be fine.
Does the soul have a body?
What you mean, young lady, is that the body has a soul.
I thought it was the opposite.
Doctor!
I must be pregnant.
When was your last period?
Take off your panties and lie down there.
It's no use.
What?
I didn't hear you.
I've always wondered what we know about a woman,
and I found that all you can know
is what a man already knew.
There's a mystery there.
Do you want this child?
Was it with Joseph?
It wasn't with anybody.
Some song and dance! Lie down.
It's no song and dance. I'm happy.
Now tell me about your period.
I must examine you, if you say it hurts.
It came normally, very intense.
- When? - Friday.
Then quit being stupid. It's nothing.
See for yourself! I haven't slept with anyone.
I touch no one.
No one caresses me.
I want you to see if my baby's already there.
You're hiding something from us.
I'm not, I tell you.
You see?
I'm going to have a baby and I've slept with no man.
Joseph won't believe it.
You tell him.
Lie still!
Will you hurt me?
Don't be afraid.
I was there when you were born.
Being a virgin should mean...
being available,
or free,
not being hurt.
Well, do you believe me?
It's true that it's true.
Tell Joseph.
Esther!
May I get dressed?
It must be mine!
Where to now?
Paradise villa, Hermance road.
- I quit work at 5 P.M. - Sure, that's OK.
- Is it in France? - It's very close. You'll see.
It's as pretty as Czechoslovakia.
Well?
"Yet I rejoiced in giving my body to the eyes..."
"of Him who has become my Master forever,"
"and glanced at this wondrous being."
"For in truth, He was that, then and always,"
"not for His looks nor what He did,"
"but in the silent power of what He was,"
"the power gathered up in Him, vast as a mountain on the sky"
"that you can't measure or name,"
"but only feel."
Tonight?
No, I've got a practice session.
OK, I'll go jump in the lake!
Jump in the lake?
Ophelia's no role for you.
What are you talking about?
"To be or not to be..." Don't know it?
I had to quit school when I was 12.
Sorry.
I must go.
OK, I'll go jump in the lake!
No, stop it!
What's on your mind?
Night changes its own look and meaning.
Heidegger, "3 lectures in the..."
"...Bavarian Academy."
- Winter of '59. - Yes.
Know why he wasn't shot?
As soon as we talk politics, you clam up.
I think politics today...
must be the voice of horror.
The voice, but the way or the word?
The voice of horror, of which nothing can be said.
Can I put this on?
What is it?
You can't find that in Prague.
You OK?
A smoke, a sax solo, that's all a man wants.
I often wonder that in music...
What?
We marvel at a new phrase, but,
really, there could be nothing.
This is the time.
And the place.
Yes?
No, not tonight.
"I think the spirit acts on the body, breathes through it,"
"veils it to make it fairer than it is."
"For what is flesh alone?"
I have business. I'll be in late. Write down the pump figures.
Yes, Dad.
"What is flesh..."
"alone?"
"You may see it and feel only disgust."
"You may see it in the gutter, drunken,"
"or in the coffin, dead."
"The world's as full of flesh as a grocer's counter is of candles"
"at the start of winter."
"But not until you've brought a candle home"
"and lit it"
"can it give you comfort."
Come on...
Don't you like my body?
That's not it.
Then what?
- It's because of her. - I don't know.
It's making me sick. I don't know.
I know, it's her.
It always is.
I'm a real woman, too.
I'd like to love you, but I don't know how.
Let's go home.
Come on.
I'm coming.
You're complicating things, don't you think?
What?
If God exists, nothing's allowed.
What are you doing with that tramp?
No, Uncle Gabriel. Not like that!
When he's around, I forget my lines! It's awful.
He's a real nothing. Got the list?
What list?
He wants to know everything.
Like everyone!
He doesn't even know how to walk his dog.
Like everyone.
He's scared of the hole.
Like everyone.
He has no taste in ties.
Like everyone.
- Zero equals zero. - He lacks trust...
That's no fault.
What's the common denominator between zero and Mary?
Mary's body!
- Answer, nitwit! - Dunno!
He wears blind man's glasses, the dolt.
Try and follow the movement...
Not with your hand, your eyes!
- She'll make a fool of me! - He won't look me in the eyes.
- If some guy's knocked her up... - We're not "some guy"!
Have trust!
Trust!
I've none left.
And love, you jerk!
Love...
I've come.
What's wrong? Your eyes again?
- What's the book? - It's for you.
"Into the maze of life goes the dashing young man."
"The best horse, the finest armor and clothes,"
"to be a knight, a lord, a prince, he wants it all."
"But Someone unseen awaits him without weapon, title or pride: God!"
- Thanks a lot! - Don't want it?
I like my book better.
Would've been a change.
I'll pass it up.
He's funny: He calls the rain "Sister Rain"...
and the fire: "Brother Fire".
And the body?
What about the body?
The body...
The body... "Brother Donkey".
Why does my body repel you? Don't say: "I kiss you, I do".
I'm scared, too.
All this doesn't happen every day.
So I'm a bit scared.
One's better as a pair...
Why don't you believe the spirit affects the body?
I believe the opposite!
That scares me.
At least say you don't love me.
I can't stand the silence.
Brother Silence!
I know you love me. But it has to be something else.
You don't care if we see each other, or if I'm sick or dead.
Am I alive?
Maybe I can only harm you.
I don't understand.
It's a big secret.
My love...
We don't know how to say it.
So immense
that all is consumed
and you'll leave me.
Anyway, I must know.
Know what?
The hand of God is upon me and you can't interfere.
What now?
- I must go home. - There was no point in coming.
Your body's not the snag, it's your lack of trust!
Why can't I want the child to be mine?
Tell me who you did it with.
I don't care, if you stay with me.
If I stay with you, sleep with you, wake up with you.
And Juliette?
I don't love her. I love you.
Very well.
Look.
Give me your hand.
Come on, by God!
There, feel.
You see, I'm sleeping with no one.
But I'll still have a child. You must believe it.
I'll only be your shadow.
God's shadow. Isn't that what all men are...
for a woman who loves her man...
Let the soul be body.
Then no one can say the body is soul, since the soul shall be body.
Thy will be done...
Yes, she's married.
Who is it?
I got your letter.
So basketball's like that!
Exhaustion, winning...
Exhaustion...
What did you mean by:
"That's not enough."
You said you could see I loved you.
Yes.
I see it.
But you said that's not enough.
You'll find something.
What do you do all day now?
Talk to me.
It's unbelievable, he never comes.
I've waited for 4 days.
I fixed the motor, put in a phone and video.
It's all working.
He phones to say he's coming, but by evening he hasn't shown up.
Rich folks are weird.
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Which one is it?
The big white one there.
AT THAT TIME
Can I go see it?
Yes.
We're getting married: Can I see you naked...
just once.
I'll only look.
Yes.
You'll look.
It's been ages since I've had a normal conversation.
Yet nature prevails.
I want to talk, like others.
Because, though I hide it, I'm in pain, like others.
Even a bit more.
They'll wrest from me that which I dare not give.
You'll act chastely with me.
Don't take from someone who never took from you.
To be chaste is to know every possibility,
without ever straying.
"That's an impossible task!"
"To accomplish it, one has to admit..."
"that the stars we see at night"
"are vast worlds located very far from ours..."
"...and everyone knows,"
"that stars are just lamps hanging from the sky,"
"most of which are very close to us."
"For us, maybe the best explanation of our origins"
"is this idea of another world, located farther in space."
"It is only, he said,"
"a legendary deformation of Horla's idea of the world"
"whose dogs knew of it since ancient times..."
Go, Arthur.
The time has come.
I'll go see the boss lady.
This time I think we've won.
I no longer wish to understand.
Does it matter what I am or am not?
No, not already!
We can't escape one another any more than...
we can escape him.
Mary, what are you doing?
Stop it!
Tell me you love me.
I love you.
But Why?
Why?
Because!
Because it's Law!
- Got it? - Yes.
- I'll sacrifice myself. - Asshole!
First, a hole isn't a hole.
Second: Taboo wipes out sacrifice.
But why?
Because that's the rule!
I love you.
Is that "I love you"?
Is that it?
That?
"Suddenly a light shone in my heart,"
"warm and gentle as a glowing fire."
"What, on earth, or even heaven,"
"beats knowing you please the One you love,"
"and Who is your master?"
"I remember what He said about sin, as we watched the dragonflies:"
"If you thought of it rightly, it just wasn't there."
"It was gone like the shrouds of dragonflies,"
"when they wrestled free."
We're speaking His Word.
How else can we be close to His Word than by speaking it?
Yes? What?
We're speaking, and we're speaking of the Word.
What we're speaking of, the Word, is always ahead of us.
Then you won't leave me?
I'll stay.
I'll never touch you.
I'll stay.
Don't believe the dollar'll fall.
Don't believe vacation will be fun.
You can believe rain falls downward.
It's a law of nature.
The world's too sad!
It isn't sad. It's big!
I must go.
Don't I count for you?
My wife and son count too.
Now that I've a visa, I must go see what's going on, no?
Understand?
How much do your wife and son count?
I don't get it.
Bastard!
I'm sorry.
You say your wife's in jail, and you sleep with me.
- Please, Eve. - Eva.
It's all over with Eve.
Go on, beat it, since it's what you want.
Give me back my 32,000 francs.
I'll send it to you.
You really are a nothing.
What makes a soul is its pain.
He'll be the first to hear my pain for them.
And He told me:
Daughter, I'm suffocating to see you suffocate.
God's a creep, a coward who won't fight, who counts on ass alone,
that is, on a quiet heart, for existence,
an excess of ingress.
I want no carnal joy:
I don't want to wear out my heart in one go,
or my soul, in one go.
Even pain won't get me in one go,
and I won't disappear into it.
It will disappear with me.
It will always be horrible for me to be the Master,
but there'll be no more sexuality in me.
I'll know the true smile of the soul,
not from outside...
But from inside.
Like a pain that's always deserved.
It's not a matter of experience, but of total disgust, total hatred,
and not of morality or dignity.
The Father and Mother must fuck to death over my body.
Then Lucifer will die,
and we'll see...
We'll see who's weariest,
him...
or me.
Earth and sex are in us.
Outside there are only stars.
Wanting isn't expanding by force.
It's recoiling into oneself...
from level to level, for eternity.
You don't need a mouthhole to eat with...
and an asshole to swallow infinity.
Your ass must go in your head,
and so descend to ass level,
then go left...
or right, to rise higher.
God is a vampire who suffered me in Him
because I suffered and He didn't,
and He profited from my pain.
Mary is a body fallen from a soul.
I am a soul imprisoned by a body.
My soul makes me sick at heart, and it's my cunt.
I'm a woman...
though I don't beget my man through my cunt.
I am joy.
I am she who is joy, and need no longer fight it,
or be tempted,
but to gain an added joy.
I am not resigned. Resignation is sad.
How can one be resigned to God's will?
Are we resigned to being loved?
This seemed clear to me.
Too clear.
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Oh, Mary, what a strange road I had to take to reach you.
Now what's wrong?
Here they are!
Do you believe it now?
Will he call Joseph "Dad"?
What'll you do?
Tell him later that he's not his father?
That's life.
I came about the station.
We'll talk about it.
I figured it out. I can pay it back in 2 years.
- Sure! - No!
Dad! Joseph!
Thanks, Mary.
For every woman.
"How did He look? What was He like?"
"There are no looks in love, no outward seeming,"
"no likeness."
"Only our hearts will tremble in the light."
"I can't describe Him as He stood there,"
"but I can tell you how the women looked on seeing Him."
Come with me.
- What's your name? - Fabian.
Now your name's Peter.
- And what's your name? - Florent.
Now your name's James.
What's my name?
Where's my coffee? I'm late.
Where's my coffee? Where's my coffee?
Juniors'd better be nice this morning.
Or we won't play whale tonight.
Please, Mom, let's play whale!
What's that called?
The hedgehog, or the lawn.
What's that called?
Bells.
What's that called?
Loaves, bread.
He's too old to see you naked now.
"Quia respexit," Joseph.
Some day, you know,
he who is your father may forget you.
Then you'll regret I'm not around.
Look at me!
I am who he is.
Quit clowning! Get in!
I must tend to my Father's affairs.
By God, we'll see about that!
Stop it!
He'll be back.
When?
At Easter,
or Trinity Sunday.
Madam!
Hey, Madam!
What is it?
Nothing. Hail, Mary!
I am of the Virgin,
and I didn't want this being.
I only left my imprint on the soul that helped me.