Eisenstein in Guanajuato Page #11

(GRUNTS)

If the original Americans came that way,

they must have travelled

originally from Siberia,

which means all Americans,

and that also means all Mexicans,

- were once upon a time Russians.

- (BREATHING HEAVILY)

And now, Sergei,

I want to enjoy your virginal Russian arse.

(GRUNTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTING)

At 2:
00,

on the 26th of October, 1917,

the Russian Revolution was over.

The Winter Palace had been taken.

I was 19.

Congratulations, Eisenstein, on a revolution.

14 years ago, Russia lost its virginity.

I was 14 years too late.

(ORCHESTRA PLAYING BOMBASTIC MUSIC)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(MOANING)

(CHUCKLES)

(THUNDER CRACKING)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(PROJECTOR RATTLING)

Sergei, there has been a mudslide

to the south of the city,

the heavy rains last night.

There are many dead, many injured.

We should go there

and film a natural Mexican disaster.

Is there such a thing?

Aren't all disasters natural?

Hey, come on, get your clothes on.

It's not time for idle philosophy.

Hey, come and help.

Come and tell us how we should film it.

No, you do it. You know what to do.

I'm not so good with reality.

I'm going back to bed.

TISSE:
We have the car outside.

We can be there in 20 minutes

if the roads are not washed away.

The local people will not like

you seeing them distressed.

You are vultures. You will not be popular.

Sergei, we can record it,

show what happened.

You go, I'll come later.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(PEOPLE CRYING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Having children of my own

has just not occurred to me as a possibility.

Is that strange?

No.

It seems to be so very, very far

from what I have ever thought.

You really do have to have

the thought in your head,

and I never have.

You need to find the desire.

And the desire needs to be consummated.

We stake a claim to be human

by continuing the inexorable chain

on and on and on,

generation after generation,

father, son, and grandson,

which means we simply are

in a hopeless relay race,

permitted to hold the baton

for a few yards of hectic running,

with me thinking and feeling all the time

that I will default,

that I will drop the baton

and disgrace myself

and the team of an extended family

and, not least, betray the woman

who is bearing the child

at my request

and who is far more exhausted than me.

So better not to enter the race,

humiliate myself,

and embarrass all around me.

- (THUNDER CRACKS)

- PALOMINO:
No, no fotos.

Caedo? Caedo, help me!

This baby is bleeding.

I thought she was peeing down

my leg, but it's blood.

Look! Help me.

I could not face a child

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes