S08E01
They call themselves egotists.
Recent observations suggest otherwise.
That they live only for others. Do everything for others.
It is established that they cannot live alone.
Their secret is being close to others. Emotion over this realisation.
First trying to take part. Offering to clean scissors and knives.
To sharpen blades, to dispose of toenail cuttings.
To carry away lumps of black, blond, red, white hair.
Nose hair, pubic hair, head hair. Never talking of payment.
Offering help, wanting to participate. Refusing. Not asking for payment.
Only offering help.
Oiling the necessary tools. Giving the illiterate painkillers.
Being allowed to carry the pot of coconut milk.
Being allowed to participate. But refusal everywhere.
Such an effort of will. Is a greater sacrifice possible?
Willing to fulfil the intimate needs of others.
Prepared to wash their clothes. To wash others' laundry.
To remove the debris of their meals, their pus, their excrement.
To return the simple clothes clean, without asking for payment.
Not to be upset when others bemoan remaining stains.
Stains on these rags. Wanting to participate.
Refusal. Rejection. They do everything for others.
To be there for others. Think for others. Live for others.
But the nut sellers from Pasiala are without compare.
Not offering just durian fruit, cashew nuts and thambili.
But themselves too. They give of themselves.
This village alone has such a privilege. Only here this sacrifice.
They do it for others' enjoyment.
Without resistance. Without desire which would only be short-lived.
Beggar. Why does he beg? Why doesn't he buy sympathy?
Is he so poor? Is he not able to participate?
He too can only offer himself. The sole request is to participate.
The request to be allowed to serve, work, help, heal, teach, love.
The refusal is mute. Hostile.
All that remains is envy.
The only way of participating in others' happiness.
I’m bored.
I can't keep thinking up new things all the time.
- We'll have to think of a worse life. - Yeah.
What?
I'm in danger.
What?
I'm in danger.
Sure.
I'll come with you. We'll go somewhere.
No!
I'm not... I'm not alone.
- Really? - No.
And anyway...
he's really...
really dangerous.
Is he? Where is he?
- Come on, leave the bitch. - Wait!
Fancy a party?
No! He's... He's coming back.
- I have to go. - Let's leave, then.
Come on!
I think...
Oh, no!
I don't think...
It's not a good idea.
- He wants to party. - To what?
Wait!
To party!
A party!
You know!
Come on.
- Where do you keep the firewater? - In the bookshelf.
Over there?
There's whisky, gin, all that.
Hey, who's that?
Not bad, eh?
Leave that! Jesus, cut it out!
What a bastard! Christ!
Relax!
It's about a guy, a wanker like us, who wins the lottery.
So he goes on this Caribbean cruise.
The boat's got all these top models.
One day, the boat...
the boat sinks.
He's the sole survivor with... guess who?
Claudia Schiffer.
Brilliant, mate. Claudia Schiffer. Beat that.
So they drift, they get to this desert island.
A desert island, mate!
Here.
- Gin? - Yes.
They're alone, aren't they?
The weeks go by, they carry on.
One day, he says,
"Mind if I call you Raoul instead?"
She thinks, "peculiar," right, but she agrees.
- You're such a wanker. - Know what he says?
No, what?
He says, "Hey, Claudia,
Mind if I call you Raoul?"
She thinks, "peculiar"...
Hey! That's my glass! But she agrees.
If it keeps his pecker up, right?
So he goes to her and says, "Hey, Raoul.
Guess what? I've been screwing Claudia Schiffer for weeks!"
- Right, I'll get us some pizza. - You know it?
- Of course. - Well, I think it's funny.
You're on your own, then.
Want some whisky? Eh?
No.
Have a drink.
Oh, no.
Settle in. I'll get some food.
Get comfy. Over there.
Drink!
Are you too hot?
She's too hot.
- Where's your wife? - On holiday.
And the kids?
Them too.
What are their names?
Kevin and Coralie.
Where's my glass?
Yes, that's true. When he's pissed, he always goes on about his kids.
Do I bore people with my kids?
You don't have any.
Stop it!
You idiot!
Leave me alone!
Jesus! You idiot! Where is she? Why did you let her go?
Christ! You idiot.