The Song of Bernadette Page #2

Come on, Bernadette.

MARIE:

Hurry up!

The last one over the bridge is a goose!

[GIGGLING]

Hola, Bernadette.

BERNADETTE:

Good day, Madame Nicolau.

- Are your parents well?

- Yes, very well, thank you.

And how is your son, Monsieur Antoine?

ANTOINE:

Splendid, thank you...

...and Mademoiselle Bernadette?

I'm well, thank you, monsieur.

Well, I'd better hurry on.

My sister will wonder about me.

May I use your bridge?

- As often as you like, and no toll charge.

- Thank you, monsieur.

ANTOINE:
You better let me help you.

That bridge is not so dependable.

Thank you, monsieur.

You're very kind.

Goodbye.

ANTOINE:

Goodbye.

She's growing into a fine young woman,

isn't she?

Marie!

Marie!

Jeanne!

I thought it was the devil himself.

MARIE:
You should've seen your face.

JEANNE:
Nothing but eyes and mouth.

- You'd be scared too.

- There's the wood.

Come on, follow me.

We'll wade across.

MARIE:
That's private property.

- What if it is?

BERNADETTE:

If we take wood, we'll be stealing.

Wood is wood.

Don't be such a fraidy cat.

BERNADETTE:
I'm not a fraidy cat.

- Yes, you are too.

Come on, Marie. Let's go.

[SCREAMS]

It's cold!

[SCREAMING]

It's freezing!

Hurry up.

MARIE:
Bernadette,

don't you come in that water.

Remember what Maman told you.

- I won't catch cold.

MARIE:
Won't you?

You'll get a cough and your asthma

will keep me awake all night long.

Maybe I can jump

across the rocks or something.

MARIE:

Yes, and tumble in.

If you fall in

and get your bottom wet...

...don't ask me to wring you out.

But if I dry my feet real well,

I won't catch cold.

We don't need you anyway.

Come on, Marie, let's go.

Stay there till we get back.

BERNADETTE:

But three can carry more than two can.

JEANNE:

But what if she's not there?

I can't carry this heavy bundle

all the way back into town.

MARIE:

Bernadette! Yoo-hoo!

JEANNE:

You see, I told you she'd sneak off.

MARIE:
No, no, she wouldn't do that.

She's here somewhere.

There she is. Bernadette!

Bernadette, come on.

We've got to go home.

JEANNE:

Bernadette, come on, now.

- What are you doing?

- Bernadette!

Maybe she's dead. Holy Mother,

maybe her asthma's killed her.

Nonsense.

If she were dead, she'd be lying flat.

A dead person doesn't kneel.

Why doesn't she speak?

She's trying to be funny.

I'll show her.

Bernadette!

What's the matter?

What's the matter?

That's what we're asking you!

I thought your asthma had killed you.

JEANNE:

Don't just stand there.

Come on, you know we've got

to get home before dark.

I'm coming.

MARIE:
We're not gonna wade through

that cold water again.

You go down that side of the river,

and we'll meet you at the bridge.

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