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Scene 3: Betrayer

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A story about betrayal and guilt: a 76 year old woman, caring for her 51 year old son.

Song

The memories.

Lots of memories.

Vutha

This is a story about betrayal and eternal guilt.

Song

They keep coming back as the spokes of a turning wheel.

Always the same.

Vutha (whispering)

We are in a little hut.

I see Mister Rithy and his mother.

They sit close together.

Mister Rithy is 51 years old. He had lost the lust for life.

His mother is 76 years old. She is the guardian of her son.

Listen to the mother.

Song

As the spokes of a wheel.

The wheel turns in my head.

Vutha

Listen to the mother.

Mother

We live in sadness.

My son has problems with his head. He constantly strokes his head as if it hurts.

My son is sick. Tied to his misery.

My son is not a bad man.

He never was one of them.

But that day way back, when they took him to prison, that day destroyed our lives.

Voice

They put him in prison?

Mother

They tied him up.

They wanted names.

Mr. Rithy

I did not give names.

Mother

They beat him.

Voice

You gave them names.

Mother

They tortured him.

Mr. Rithy

I gave them 2 names.

Voice

You denounced a lot of people.

Mother

They burned his hands, his feet.

Voice

You sent many people to the white bone village.

Mr. Rithy

They hung me upside down.

I gave them 5 names.

They nearly drowned me.

I gave them 8 names.

They nearly whipped me to death.

Mother

He was crying like a turtle placed on a fire.

Mr. Rithy

I denounced whoever came to my mind.

10 names, 20 names. Names and names until they were satisfied.

Voice

You gave them 30 names.

If each of them gave 30 or 40 names, and so on, within a year or two, there would be no one left.

Mother

He did not want to do that.

Who killed whom? I did not know.

Mr. Rithy

I think of the dead everyday. I pray to the gods that if I denounced them, their spirits will not suffer the consequences.

Day after day it still torments my heart. It haunts me everyday why I am not dead myself.

Song

The memories.

Lots of memories.

They keep coming back as the spokes of a turning wheel.

Always the same.

As the spokes of a wheel.

The wheel turns in my head.

Vutha

Mr. Rithy, if one of the dead came back to life, how would you react?

What would you do?

Mr. Rithy

That would make me extremely happy. I would bow deep down and ask for forgiveness. And ask the dead to lift the Bad Karma.

Sokly

Who is bad, who is good.

How bad is bad, how good is good.

What is de country we give to our children.

Song

Oath of Allegiance

by Ou Sam Oeur

If I am a rake.

Let me not survive.

If I’m just a weight on the earth.

Let me drop dead.

Let me sink with the sun.

If I’m noncommittal.

To the land of Kok Thlok.

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