Dogma Page #7

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(smiles and puts out her smoke)

So... let's go over your paperwork.

EXT CLINIC - DAY

A well-dressed LIZ maneuvers through the small thrall of Right-to-lifer's.

They shake their placards at her accusingly.

PROTESTOR 1

You should be ashamed of yourself!

PROTESTOR 2

Child killer!

LIZ:

(looking over their shoulders)

HOLY SH*T!! IT'S THE POPE!!

As the thrall turns excitedly in an effort try to spy the imaginary

pontiff, Liz ducks inside the clinic.

INT CLINIC COFFEE ROOM - DAY

A NEWSPAPER HEADLINE fills the frame - "CHURCH SAYS NO TO DEATH OF JOHN

DOE". It's lowered to reveal Bethany, reading. Liz enters and hangs up her

coat.

LIZ:

Jesus! You're a Catholic, aren't you? Can't you talk

to them or something?

BETHANY:

They hate me more than you, no doubt. At least you have an excuse - you're

]ewish,

you don't know any better.

LIZ:

I don't think they'd accept that one - we already used it as our excuse for

killing Christ. So where were you yesterday morning - a bunch of us went

out for brunch?

BETHANY:

I went to church.

LIZ:

That kills me. You and church. We work in a field that specializes in

pissing off the cloth and you add insult to injury by breaking bread with

them every week.

BETHANY:

I sit there every Sunday and I feel nothing. I can remember sitting in

church when I was a kid and being moved - like everything meant something,

like I was important. And the stories of all these holy people were so

inspiring. Now I sit there and think about my checking, and what I'm going

to wear to work the next day.

LIZ:

So then why do you still go?

BETHANY:

(beat)

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

LIZ:

You think I'm going to mock your religious beliefs? We're friends, Bethany

- I may mock you for being a divorce' at twenty five who's never had an

orgasm, but I'd never mock you for having faith.

BETHANY:

That's just it - I don't. I don't think I have any faith left.

LIZ:

(making coffee)

I had a girl in here once - 'bout fifteen. She told me that faith is like a

glass of water. When you're young, the glass is full, and it's easy to fill

up. But the older you get, the bigger the glass gets, and the same amount

of water doesn't fill the glass anymore. Periodically, the glass has to be

refilled.

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