Deep in the Woods (Au fond des bois)

Incipient gold

Oh, sunsets!

Oh, splendors of myths and of epics!

Oh, tigers!

Invaluable gold

Oh, your hair in my desiring hands

So?

Very nice.

Why is it always about me?

Why not write real stories?

Something you invent.

Invent...

Nothing is invented!

Cross my heart, it would be superb.

Doctor to the poor

You're looking for food and lodging.

And you were told I open my door to the needy.

You were told the truth.

Are you deaf?

Do you read lips?

You're a deaf mute. Excellent!

I mean...

Come in, please.

Madeleine!

Add a place setting.

Looking at the books?

My daughter and I read voraciously.

Oh yes, he can't hear.

We claim we're civilized

but our fellow citizens are mostly illiterate.

Flies? Bees?

A library collapsed on you?

You can write?

I see! Most of these authors are dead?

Yes, but...

their work... It lives on.

Transmitted to us forever,

like light from dead stars.

Come.

We'll discuss this during dinner.

Did you call Josephine?

You're eating.

It's often the case around 8.

Stop pretending, Paul.

This evening we have an exceptional guest.

Feel free to speak.

The poor boy is deaf and dumb.

He possesses all the characteristics

of the backwards creature.

Semi-wild.

However he seems endowed

with a form of innate cognitive alertness.

The way he drew a word, earlier,

on a piece of paper

shows a capacity for imitation

to which we must adjoin real understanding.

What do you think, Josephine?

No use trying to penetrate her reveries.

Are you okay?

Come to think of it...

Maybe you can read?

With you, it's one surprise after another.

Go ahead.

I'm not hungry.

Read future.

What does fate hold in store for my daughter and me?

Force.

Disease.

I'm a doctor.

Don't take this hocus-pocus seriously!

Woman.

Birth.

More or less French.

Woman, birth...

Interesting.

A true artist.

Enough of this!

Fascinating.

How do you do it?

I am...

the son...

of God.

I come...

from above.

I'm sorry, my friend.

I'm a die-hard atheist.

Josephine, however,

is a believer like her late mother.

It is she who will find you impious!

Who cares? I never believed anyway.

I'm late.

You always are.

Madeleine!

Why are you so upset?

Feeling ill?

Stay in your room today. Do you promise?

I prepared the beans.

Shall I stay with you?

Josephine?

Are you there?

Chimp back in the wild?

You should go.

I'm sick.

What is it?

I don't know.

I'll come back tonight.

Have you come for food?

For the road?

My father...

will be here shortly.

Are you scared?

It's almost ready.

Here.

Here.

This was my favorite room as a child.

Child.

I was given my bath here.

Here.

My wet feet.

My wet...

feet.

My wet feet in Papa's hands.

How gentle.

Gentle.

I ran in the garden.

Naked!

We laughed.

Your blood, my blood.

Majesty.

"Oh, your hair in my desiring hands!"

Go away!

Wait!

What do you want from me?

What do you want?

Want nothing.

What?

I want nothing!

Let me go then.

Go!

Goon!

You go!

Poor...

Poof girl.

Where have you fallen?

We stole off.

Marry her in father's back.

And this.

Look close.

I have the secret.

A dollop of beans.

Is crazy! Like me.

Smitten both. Head and heels.

No saying no.

I'm not a trollop!

We're off.

Want me to stay?

Doris, go with your mother.

Refuge, please!

She won't go!

Split the lovers here?

I know what you're doing.

Want to see her laugh?

Walk around the room?

Like a pilgrim?

Stop this, bastard!

Shall I take your daughter also?

One.

Two.

You! Take the lamp!

Come to us.

Have you never slept?

Yes.

Off all her dress.

Unshod.

Scratch her feet.

She seems dead.

Go away, rascal!

What is he up to?

See what's going on.

Go ahead.

What's going on here?

Scoundrel!

Go find him.

Go find him!

Lucky still here.

Or unlucky you!

For your family and your herd.

Where do you hurt?

We are very pious.

Come.

Where are we going?

Who knows?

Can't we stop? I'm exhausted!

I won't move another inch!

Deaf and dumb again?

Joséphine!

I got it.

What's your name? I don't even know.

What's your name?

Augustus...