Excerpt from Dogville

12 08 2010


The next day, the cars arrived. Grace was unchained, led outside, and placed into an automobile she was very familiar with.

Grace: You need to justify your actions before you shoot us… Daddy.

Father: I’m not gonna shoot anybody!

Grace: lf you didn’t come to kill me, then why did you come?

Father: You shouldn’t have run away. I’d like you to return home so l could begin to share my power and responsibility with you, not that you care. You never have.

Grace: I’m not the one passing judgment, Daddy, you are.

Father: No, you don’t pass judgment because you sympathize with them! I call them dogs.

Grace: But dogs only obey their nature. Why shouldn’t we forgive them?

Father: Dogs can be taught many useful things, but not if they are always forgiven. Grace, you must understand that the penalty you have deserved for your transgressions, they deserve for their transgressions as well. Listen, power is not so bad… l am sure that you can find a way to make use of it in your own fashion.

Narrarator: (N) Grace thought for a long time. How could she ever hate them? Would she not, in all honesty have done the same as Vera, Ben, Tom, and the others?
Grace paused
(J) And while she did, Dogville underwent a change of light. The light, previously so merciful finally refused to cover up for the town any longer. It now penetrated every unevenness and flaw in the buildings… And… in the people!

Grace: If l went back, when would l be given this power you’re talking about?

Father: At once.

Grace: l want to use it to make this world a little better. If there is any town this world would be better without, this is it. Shoot them… all, and burn down the town. There is also a family with kids… Kill the kids first and make the mother watch. Tell her you will stop if she can hold back her tears. l owe her that. I’m afraid she cries a little too easily.

Narrarator: (J) Once it was all done, there was a noise that pierced the silence as it had done on one rainy night in spring, loud enough to work its way through the final sighs of the timber that was rapidly burning out. Grace was the first to recognize it.

Grace: That’s Moses!

Bandit: Do you want me to put him out, miss?

Grace: No. Leave him be. He’s just angry… because l once took his bone.




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