Agnes of God Page #4

AGNES:

(chuckles)

Oh, there are so many.

MARTHA:

Well do you love... do you love

Father Martineau?

AGNES:

Oh, yes!

MARTHA:

Do you think he loves you?

AGNES:

Oh, I know he does.

MARTHA:

He's told you?

AGNES:

No. But... when I look into his eyes,

I can tell.

MARTHA:

You've been alone together?

AGNES:

Yes.

MARTHA:

Often?

AGNES:

At least once a week.

MARTHA:

And you like that?

AGNES:

Oh, yes.

MARTHA:

Where do you meet?

AGNES:

(obviously)

In the confessional.

A slightly awkward pause.

MARTHA:

Agnes, do ever see Father Martineau

outside the...

Agnes suddenly looks exasperated.

AGNES:

You want to talk about the baby

don't you?

MARTHA:

Would you like to talk about it?

AGNES:

I never saw any baby... I think they

made it up.

MARTHA:

Why should they?

AGNES:

I don't know.

MARTHA:

Do you remember the night they said

it came?

AGNES:

No. I was sick.

MARTHA:

How were you sick?

AGNES:

Something I ate.

MARTHA:

Did it hurt?

AGNES:

Yes.

MARTHA:

Where?

AGNES:

Down... there.

MARTHA:

And what did you do?

AGNES:

I went to my room.

MARTHA:

And what happened?

AGNES:

I got sicker.

MARTHA:

And then what?

AGNES:

I fell asleep.

MARTHA:

In the middle of all the pain?

AGNES:

Yes.

MARTHA:

Where did the baby come from?

AGNES:

What baby?

MARTHA:

The baby they made up.

AGNES:

From their heads...

MARTHA:

Is that where they say it came

from... ?

AGNES:

No, they say it came from the waste

paper basket!

MARTHA:

Where'd it come from before that?

AGNES:

From God.

MARTHA:

After God... before the waste-paper

basket.

AGNES:

I... I don't understand.

MARTHA:

Agnes, how are babies born?

AGNES:

Don't you know?

MARTHA:

Yes I do, but I want you to...

AGNES:

(very agitated)

I don't understand what you're

talking about... you want to talk

about the baby... everybody wants

to talk about the baby but... I

never saw the baby so I can't talk

about the baby because... I don't

believe in the baby.

MARTHA:

Then let's talk about something else...

AGNES:

(standing)

No... no, I'm tired of talking, I've been

talking for weeks, nobody believes me

when I tell them anything... nobody

listens to me.

MARTHA:

(also standing)

Agnes...

AGNES:

(opens the door)

No... no, I don't want to answer any

more questions.

MARTHA:

Would you like to ask them?

AGNES:

(pausing in the doorway)

What do you mean?

MARTHA:

Just that... you ask and I'll answer.

AGNES:

Anything?

MARTHA:

(smiles)

Anything.

21 INT - NUN'S ROOM - DAY

The elderly nun looks out the window into the courtyard where

Martha and Agnes are walking, then pulls the curtain across.

22 EXT - COURTYARD - DAY

Martha and Agnes are walking together. Martha is smoking.

AGNES:

What's your real name?

MARTHA:

Martha Louise Livingston.

AGNES:

Are you married?

MARTHA:

No.

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