Bertha Mason Scene 4

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FADE IN:

EXT: AN EMPTY SQUARE IN THE CENTRE OF THE TOWN – LATE AFTERNOON IN SUMMER

ZOOM IN FROM BIRD’S EYE VIEW – FROM ABOVE THE TOP OF A STATUE DOWN TO WHERE BERTHA IS SITTING

On the ground in front of the huge sacred statue is Bertha sitting with her two hands holding together placed at her chest. She is fixing her eyes on a face of the statue.

CLOSE UP – BERTHA’S FACE

BERTHA

I am having a fever, sir. It is more dreadful than any of its kind that humanity has ever known. Sometimes I feel like I might catch the deadly virus from the air somewhere. Well, I never go anywhere out of this haunted town. Perhaps the virus was in the mist covering that mysterious wild in my dream and I caught it from there. But sometimes I think this virus might have been born with me, you know, when I was in a fetus form embedding in a womb of that wicked woman did I get infected. It is convincing right?

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CLOSE UP – THE STATUE’S FACE

BERTHA (V.O.) (CONT’D)

Whenever it was bred, now it has multiplied itself and spread into the cells all over my body, sir. It keeps multiplying too, it does. I am feeling its action now.

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CLOSE UP – BERTHA’S FACE

Bertha pauses her speech, sniffing her nose. Her face looks stern.

BERTHA (CONT’D)

I miss him, sir. I miss him whom I am forbidden to even think of. No, I long for him, sir. I wish for his present. I wish for his embrace. My whole body wishes for his touch.

Bertha is bending herself forwards a little with tiredness. Her face looks pale, her eyes look miserable.

BERTHA (CONT’D)

This sickened desire might trigger the mechanism of those viruses inside. My body is always heated up when he flashes into my mind, as it is now. They are deadly, sir, the viruses. They make me want to possess him more and more and more and more and I feel sick. I feel like throwing up sometimes.

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CLOSE UP – THE STATUE’S FACE

BERTHA (V.O.) (CONT’D)

Recently, I even think the viruses have already entered my bloodstream. I feel like dying when longing for him. Sir, could you please kill me?

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LONG SHOT – THE LEFT SIDE OF BERTHA AND THE STATUE

Bertha is sitting still in the same position. The empty town is in silence. A call of crows are heard from somewhere afar.

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CLOSE UP – BERTHA’S FACE

BERTHA (CONT’D)

Christophine told me that only a sinner shall catch a fever I am having. She said there is no cure and God will punish me to death. I got kicked out from many houses, sir, trying to find God. I would like to confess to him that I am having a sinful fever, sir. I believe he would be kind enough to forgive me, and cure me. But I found him nowhere. Have you ever met him, sir? Could you please take me to meet him?

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CLOSE UP – THE STATUE’S FACE

BERTHA (V.O.) (CONT’D)

I desperately want him, sir, I am confessing this without shame. If you cannot bring me to God, could you fetch him for me? He has to be mine! He made a wrong decision by marrying that woman, sir. If he should have waited, he would surely choose me. We were made for each other, sir, we were.

Bertha pauses.

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CLOSE UP – BERTHA’S FACE

BERTHA (CONT’D)

The viruses are in my blood, I am feeling them now. You hear that, sir? They are running around and laughing in my blood veins. I will die, oh sir, I will die.

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MEDIUM SHOT – IN FRONT OF BERTHA

Bertha is bending herself forwards a little more. She tries to support herself by pushing her hands against the ground. Shortly after, she falls down and lies on her side.

INSERT – BERTHA’S FACE

Bertha’s head is resting on the ground. She looks deadly pale. Tear keeps coming out her despaired eyes.

BERTHA (CONT’D)

The viruses, sir. The viruses.

Bertha pauses.

BERTHA (CONT’D)

They are approaching my heart. They are in my heart, sir, I am destroying myself inwardly. It is beating too loud, could you pluck my heart out of my chest now, sir?

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CLOSE UP – THE STATUE’S FACE

BERTHA (V.O.) (CONT’D)

I want him, sir, I need him. I will die, I will die. The viruses are stamping on my beating heart. I cannot hear my heart’s beat anymore, have you plucked it out? What are those noises? The viruses? Sir, the viruses are laughing at me. Kill me, could you please kill me now, sir? I want him, I need him. Sir, I beg you please kill me. Kill me! I will die, I will die.

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Suggested soundtrack: Cruel Mistress (Black Swan – Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) by Clint Mansell