Semper Mea : Synopsis
Semper Mea
( Always Mine)
Synopsis
A woman loved him to death. Before she died, she left a will: her heart was to be cut out and cast in iron, wrapped in chains, and sent to him.
Was it love, or control?
He buried it in the forest.
Five years later, he returned and dug it up. Was it love, or sin?
By then, another woman had appeared beside him. She came to kill him, but fell in love with him.
When at last he buried the iron heart back in the deep pit, he understood:
the heart that belonged to him was standing beside him.
1
Dusk. The forest. Unusually quiet.
A bare iron cross with no grave beneath it stood alone in the cold winter wind.
The gravedigger M wrenched the cross out.
The gravedigger N drove his shovel into the yellow earth beneath the cross. The blade cut out soil.
“Why are we digging a grave with no coffin here?”
N did not look up. He kept shoveling.
“They wouldn’t say. They said if we dared tell anyone, we’d be dead.”
“But they paid so much.” M spat. “We’re gravediggers. We just dig.”
Time passed.
M stopped, looked into the deep pit, leaned on his shovel, and panted.
“God, how deep did that man bury it! We still haven’t hit anything.”
N kept digging, his back bent.
“Deep.”
M threw down his shovel, sat by the pile of earth, and lit a cigarette.
N continued digging. Soil flew up from the bottom of the pit.
Suddenly, a sharp clink. The shovel struck metal.
N crouched and scraped away the earth.
Wet soil covered a piece of iron—cold, heavy.
He dug it out, held it in his arms, and brought it close to look. A rusted lump of iron shaped like a heart, bound tight with chains.
“What the hell is this?”
M came closer and looked at the thing.
“What kind of lunatic are we working for?”
In the distance, headlights came on. A black Rolls-Royce.
Two beams cut through the tree trunks, coming closer. The engine was low.
The two men looked up. N was still holding the heart.
The car stopped. The door opened. Footsteps—steady, slow.
A man walked out of the darkness. Leather coat, gloves. Two attendants stood behind him.
The man’s face was in shadow behind the headlights; it was impossible to see clearly.
He held out his hand.
“Give it to me.”
N did not move. He glanced down at the thing.
“What exactly is this?”
The man did not answer. He simply held out his hand.
N handed him the iron heart.
The man took it and held it against his chest.
“You can go.”
He took out a bag of cash and threw it on the ground.
M and N exchanged a look.
The man turned and walked back toward the car. After two steps, he stopped.
“Tonight.”
His back was to them. His voice was cold and deep.
“You were not here. You dug nothing. You saw no one.”
Silence.
“Understood?”
M nodded first. “Understood.”
N nodded after him.
The man got into the car. The door closed. The engine started.
The headlights swung around. The light swept across the coffinless pit—deep, very deep.
