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- Year:
- 2017
- 136 min
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CHOU (CONT’D)
What are you doing?
38.
LOUNG:
Trying to loosen the body to float
down stream.
Loung removes her pails, and with her stick helps to push the
body away. With the two of them beating on it, it bobs and
sways even more. Finally they loosen the leg and the body
floats a few feet down before getting stuck again near the
bank. This time he is inches away from them.
LOUNG (CONT’D)
On three.
After a concerted effort, the body finally floats down the
river, his long hair spreading around. They wait a few
minutes until they believe the body fluids have all floated
past them before fetching the water. They move up stream for
a clean area.
EXT. RO LEAP DINING HALL - DAY
Rain falls. Loung and Chou line up with soup bowls in hand
along with the other girls to receive their rations. The
cooks used to serve them rice gruel, but now there are only
enough grains in the pot to make soup. (the soup is now very
clear)
When it’s Loung’s turn to receive the food, she watches
anxiously as the cook stirs the rice soup. Staring at the
rice pot, she lets out a breath of hopelessness when she sees
the lady take the ladle and stir the soup. Both hands tightly
gripping her bowl, Loung takes her two ladle fulls and walks
to a spot away from all the others.
Loung sits quietly, savoring it spoonful by spoonful,
drinking the broth first. What's left at the bottom of her
bowl is approximately three spoonfuls of rice, and she has to
make this last. She eats the rice slowly. Tears mix with the
food in her mouth. Her heart falls to her stomach when all
the eight grains are gone and she sees that the others are
still eating theirs.
She studies them. Everyone is thinner. They look like the
walking dead.
39.
Loung can’t sleep. She looks at Chou. How her face has
changed.
Loung hears movement. She looks over in the direction of her
parents. She sees her father caressing her mother. She has
never seen them in such an intimate way before. She feels she
should look away but it warms her to see how Pa loves Ma. He
kisses her neck. (Not sex. Just affection. All very subtle so
nothing would be noticed by guards passing by.)
Standing in the rows of ripe red bell peppers, tomatoes, and
green cucumbers, the sun burns hot on Loung’s skin, drenching
her clothes.
In the next field over, Kim wipes his forehead and continues
his work in silence. As her fingers pluck the green beans,
Loung’s mouth waters. Feeling the fuzzy hair of the beans
between her thumb and finger, she craves to put it in her
mouth.
Loung hears yelling. Chou is suddenly being questioned.
She reveals a bean in her hands half eaten. She begs for
forgiveness as tears roll down her face. Loung studies her
sister. She has never seen her like this. Her heart breaks
for her.
On the way back from work, in line with the other girls,
Loung reaches for Chou’s hand. She holds it for a moment
sending her a silent message.
Loung’s POV of Pa working.
DRY SEASON #2
40.
Loung is looking at her reflection in a pond. She has not
seen herself since Phnom Penh. The blurred child stares back
at her. She touches her face knowing how much it has changed.
She is always so tired. Starvation has done terrible things
to her body. Her body is thin all over, except for her
stomach and her feet. She lifts up her shirt and counts every
rib in her rib cage. Her stomach protrudes outward, bloated
like a ball between her chest and hips.
She looks at her feet. Calloused and dirty.
Loung and Chou roam the area for beetles, and crickets. Loung
catches a beetle and eats it. They pick up a handful of dirt
each, sift it in their hands as the big pebbles rise. They
take out the big pebbles and eat the rest of the dirt
Loung tilts her face up to the sky, forcing herself to look
directly into the sun. The brightness stings her eyes making
her temporarily blind.
The blue sky. Loung’s POV.
DRY SEASON:
Loung notices the leaves have shriveled and the trees brown.
People transporting dead bodies along the principal road to
the village to bury behind the village. They transport in a
very old mat or braided bamboo. One or two people follow the
body with a pickaxe.
A child cries in front of his house. Thin people work here
and there like zombies.
Under the summer sun, the stench of death is so strong in the
village, Loung covers her nose and mouth with her hands and
breathe only the air that filters through her fingers. The
neighbors are too weak to bury all the corpses. Some bodies
of recently dead lay waiting to be taken away. A very skinny
dog looks hungrily at the flesh. The smell permeates the
surrounding air.
She watches as the bodies are collected. Loung has seen the
ritual performed so many times that she now feels nothing.
A KR walks by and gives her a stern look. She stares back.
41.
Loung lies on her mat. She watches as Pa puts a few spoon
fulls of uncooked rice in the secret rice bag. He puts the
bag, inside a container, and hides it beneath a small pile of
clothes so that the other villagers cannot see it.
PA watches three Chlops passing by on the main road of the
village before hiding the rice.
LOUNG’S DREAM (KUBRICK STYLE- CENTERED AND COLORFUL)
The shadow of a KR looking towards Loung like in the previous
scene.
Loung is sitting alone at a long table. The table is covered
with all of her favorite food in the world. There is food
everywhere as far as her eyes can see! Red and crispy roasted
pig, brown and golden duck, steaming dumplings, plump fried
shrimp, and all kinds of sweet cakes! Everything looks so
real. She shoves everything into her mouth at once with both
hands, licking her fingers deliciously.
Yet the more she eats the hungrier she becomes. She eats with
great anxiety and urgency, fearing the Khmer Rouge soldiers
will come and take it all away from her. She is so greedy,
she does not want to share the food with anyone. She sees
shadows. She gorges and hides foods.
LOUNG’S DREAM ENDS
Loung lays awake. Her stomach pains with hunger. She slowly,
quietly, gets up and goes over the others sleeping bodies to
get to the container. With her heart pounding, she slowly
lifts off the top. Her hand reaches in and takes out a
handful of uncooked rice (or snails or crickets) and quickly
shoves it into her hungry mouth before anyone wakes and makes
her put it back. Afraid that the crunch of uncooked rice
might wake the others, she softens the grains with saliva.
When it’s soft enough, her teeth grinds the rice grains,
producing a sweet taste that slowly down her throat. She
wants more but stops herself.
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