Mother! Page #15

People fall one by one. Others retreat terrified of her. Of

her weapon.

She keeps killing more and more people.

People panic as she chases men, women and children. She

stabs them all in the back, in the throat, in the eyes,

wherever she can.

She screams with the agony deep in her soul.

She drives the shard deep into the belly of the Zealot. He

grabs her wrist. She looks him in the face. He holds the

doorknob that first killed brother on brother.

The Zealot smashes her with it.

She collapses to the ground. The mob descends. They beather, they kick her, they scratch her, they tear off herclothes, and they spit on her. They defile her.

HIM emerges, smashing through the masses, trying to save her.

HIM:

Please stop. Stop. STOP!

And ALL do. The people back away chins down.

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HIM:

(to the crowd)

Go away! Leave her alone! What

are you doing?

She’s bloodied. Her nose is broken. One eye starts to

swell.

HIM:

Look what they’ve done to you.

HIM:

(to the crowd)

What are you doing?! WHAT ARE YOU

DOING?

MOTHER:

They killed my baby. You killed

him. You killed him.

HIM:

I am so sorry. They just wanted tosee him, they just wanted to touchhim, and then they... It’s

horrible. I’m sorry. I’m so

sorry.

They are overwhelmed by grief. They sob. He holds her

tight. Blood drips from her face.

HIM:

But we can’t let him die for

nothing. We can’t. Maybe whathappened can change everything,

everyone.

MOTHER:

What are you talking about?

HIM:

We have to find a way to forgivethem.

MOTHER:

They butchered our son.

HIM:

I know.

She pushes him away. She crawls away backwards.

MOTHER:

You’re insane.

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HIM:

They are so sorry. They are truly

sorry. Please have faith in me.

We need to forgive them.

She drops her hands to the ground closes her eyes and we slipinto the

DARKNESS OF HER IMAGINATION

And the house is barely alive. Shrinking and dying.

Everything almost completely still. Back in the

DINING ROOM:

She can hold it in no longer.

MOTHER:

NOOOOO!

The ground SHAKES violently. The floor RIPS apart.

The crowd shrieks, panicking. She rises up.

MOTHER:

(at everyone)

Murderers!

(at HIM)

Murderer.

Her eyes wild, she scratches his face.

MOTHER:

It’s time to get the f*** out of my

house!

Long gashes are left behind. Skin is under her nails.

She races off, fighting through the crowd.

HIM (O.S.)

No. Don’t! Please, come back!

Don’t leave me.

She bursts through the masses praying into the

NURSERY:

In the radiator grate is Man’s METAL LIGHTER. She grabs it.

She rushes through the

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HALLWAY:

And trips. She tumbles face first down the stairs to the

BASEMENT:

She lands hard on the concrete floor. She picks up thewrench she used earlier and drags her broken body into the

HIDDEN CELLAR:

People chase after her led by HIM.

HIM:

(to crowd)

Stop! Please! Hold on!

They do. Mother swings the wrench and punctures the bottomof the oil tank. Thick oil rolls out onto the basement

floor. She pulls out the METAL LIGHTER and lights it.

HIM:

(to Mother)

Don’t. Please don’t. I love you.

MOTHER:

You never loved me. You just lovedhow much I loved you. I gave you

everything...

The flame on the lighter flicks and leaps.

MOTHER:

And you gave it all away.

HIM:

No! No! NO!

And she drops the lighter. The

OIL IGNITES:

Fire rushes into the tank and

EXPLODES:

He drops his head, defeated. The flames rip through him andhis followers and every living thing in the

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BASEMENT:

Flames smash through the

HALLWAY:

Fire engulfs one and all. SCREAMS of misery and agony as themasses rush the front door in the

FOYER:

A huge fireball rushes up through the

STAIRWELL:

And torches the

STUDY:

Everything is ruined and destroyed. Now

OUTSIDE:

The world EXPLODES. Everything burns. Everything is on

fire. And down in the

HIDDEN CELLAR FILLED WITH FLAMES

Mother is calm. Even as her skin burns, she is calm.

Just HER eyes:
defiant... sad... defeated... but free...

She closes her eyes as all goes to

WHITE:

A long moment until we return to the charred remains ofMother being carried through the

BURNT HOUSE:

In his arms. He carries her with little emotion and less

effort. He’s trying to be strong. He is not burnt. The

scars on his face are healing.

She is charred and near death. She watches the house

smoldering around him.

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MOTHER:

(whisper)

What are you?

He notices her for the first time.

HIM:

Me? I, am I. You? You were home.

MOTHER:

Where are you taking me?

HIM:

The beginning.

He lowers her down on the desk of his

BURNT STUDY:

She cringes in pain.

HIM:

It won’t hurt much longer.

MOTHER:

What hurts me the most is that I

wasn’t enough.

This chokes him up.

HIM:

It’s not your fault. Nothing is

ever enough. I couldn’t create if

it was. And I have to. That’s

what I do. That’s what I am. And

now I must try it all again.

MOTHER:

(understands)

No.

(asks)

Just let me go.

HIM:

I need one last thing.

MOTHER:

I have nothing left to give.

He disagrees.

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HIM:

Your love.

(he points at her chest)

It’s still there isn’t it?

She starts to cry. She nods. He’s right. What choice does

she have?

MOTHER:

Go ahead. Take it.

She lets it all go. No more emotion. No more ever again.

He knows what he must do. He plunges his hands into the

remnants of her chest.

She gasps. He pulls out a MASS of beating ash.

The last drop of life fades from her body leaving only anashen HUSK.

Alone now, he squeezes the mass in his hands. He squeezes

hard until it solidifies. Then, with more force, it breaks

apart leaving a NEW CRYSTAL FORMATION.

Just like the one at the beginning. But this one is

different. Beautiful and amazing, but different.

He places the crystal on a burnt shelf in the

CHARRED BOOKCASE

He closes his eyes. Wishes.

Slowly color repairs the shelf returning it to an un-burnt

state.

Now, dawn light reveal glimpses inside a slightly different

HOME:

A burnt front door comes back to life. It fades into a burnt

hand rail which comes back to life. The hand rail fades into

a burnt wall which comes back to life. The wall becomes the

burnt sheets on a bed in a

MASTER BEDROOM:

They come back to life. A BODY emerges before us. A young,

NEW WOMAN emerges in a comfortable bed, hugged by whitesheets.

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She is different. Beautiful and amazing, but different.

She spots his pillow. He’s not there. She asks:

NEW WOMAN:

Baby?

There’s no answer...

HARD TO BLACK:

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