soiled is hardly consolation for having it shaved off! In line 24 the boy's words are an expression of a childlike trust that the poet, with more experience of the world, knows to be unfounded: the poem, in fact, is a protest against the harm that society causes its children by exploiting them for labor of this kind. In each case the dramatic irony arises from the poet's knowing more or seeing mo
grave,
standing in
silence as four pallbearers are lowering the
coffin
into the pit. The many buggies are aligned in the
b.g.
As the pallbearers begin to shovel soil and gravel
into
the grave, the Preacher begins to read a hymn in
German
... a slow atonal litany which seems to hang
forever on
the frosty air.
RACHEL
TIGHTENING to her as the hymn continues...
CUT TO:
11 INT. LAPP FARMHOUSE 11
where
grave.
You have always loved
beautiful things.
And you craved plain muslin,
dearest Bette.
Rooting around in the garden,
pulling up turnips.
Never without good Saint-Aubin
soil beneath your nails.
Countess Cabbage, we called you.
You never minded.
A family like ours could only
push forward one girl.
Your beauty benefited all of us.
- You tried to drown me.
- An accident.
How they beat you.
I dont
soil his trousers. The two Norwegian Team
members whisper in their language.
REESE
Jesus Christ, these people should be
quarantined. This outbreak is outta
control --
THEIR POV - THE FRIGHTENED VILLAGERS
Meager belongings, hungry children, terrified.
TO JOHNSON
JOHNSON
(in French)
How far to Yambuku?
Silence. The Police Captain approaches menacingly.
CAPTAIN
(in French)
You dont want to go there,
soiled by soot as they throw objects of
WOOD and CLOTH into the fires.
THREE HORSEMEN ride into the village. Two of them we can see
clearly as large, powerful men with savage faces. The THIRD
MANS mans face is hidden from us in the shadows of a black
HOODED CAPE. He dismounts, motioning for the other two to wait
for him.
The Hooded Man walks though the village. The SOUND of
HAMMERING fills the ai