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SEAGULLS SQUAWKING

BLOWS

BLEAT IN DISTANCE

BLEATING

GASPS

BLEAT IN DISTANCE

WOMAN: Carla!

Carla! It's time!

Please let it be her. Please let it be her.

Please let it be her. Please let it be her.

WOMAN: Carla!

Please let it be you.

LAMB BLEATING

On you get, little one.

On you get.

Ah, that's it.

Look at her tummy, Margarita.

It is her. Don't you think?

Oh, that's the way. Good.

We've missed you.

MARGARITA: That's it.

MARGARITA CHUCKLES

We have a new Agnes Sister.

It's Sister Cook.

She's come back to us, big fat belly and all.

WIND GUSTING

INHALES DEEPLY, EXHALES

INHALES DEEPLY

-FOLIAGE RUSTLING -BLEATING

What is it?

A smell with no name.

Distant.

Leather. Vinegar.

Pear.

Haircut Day.

SCISSORS SNIPPING

SISTERS [IN UNISON]: My Queen, my Mother,

I give myself entirely to thee.

And to show my devotion,

I consecrate to thee my hair,

my heart, my whole being,

without reserve.

Watch over me, now and always.

And Holy Mother, bless our new Lamb of God, Sister Cook,

who you have returned to us in this new form.

Thank you.

Blessed lambs,

grant them all, our Sisters of Saint Agnes,

thy divine protection.

SHEEP BLEATING

CARLA SIGHS

♪ Michael

♪ Christopher

♪ Raphael

♪ Oriel

MARGARITA: Father John!

SHEEP BLEATS

MARGARITA: Stop! Off!

Get... off! [GROANS]

Come on. Come on.

You're okay.

MARGARITA: All the animals are unsettled.

INHALES DEEPLY

We need to slaughter a lamb.

MARGARITA: It's not Killing Day.

Only after Shearing Day. Frightens the lambs.

It needs to be done.

Not Sister Cook.

No.

Not Cook.

MARGARITA: ♪ Mortis, non timebo mala

♪ Quoniam tu mecum es

♪ Virga tua

♪ Et baculus tuus

♪ Ipsa me consolata sunt

SLASHES

♪ Et ut inhabitum

♪ To domo Domini

♪ In longitudinem

♪ Dierum ♪

SISTER: My flesh is real food.

My blood is real drink.

She who eats of my flesh and drinks of my blood

lives continually in me, and I in her.

GULPING

CARLA SLURPS

Fetch herbs, Carla. And hurry back. No straying.

SHEEP BLEATING

SIGHS

SIGHS

PANTING

Oh, kindle me with the bliss of your burning love,

and teach me to love you,

O Lord, so that your love alone be ever my delight.

MAN: Damn!

God?

MAN: Damn! Damn!

MAN GRUNTS

Damn! Damn!

MAN PANTING

MAN GRUNTS

MAN SIGHS

MAN GRUNTS

CARLA PANTING

-Carla. -CARLA: A p-p...

-What is it, child? -A person in black!

What?

Black, but with white.

-A priest? -MARGARITA: What?

Well, this... this is a monastery.

It's e-entirely normal that a priest should come.

A priest.

He'll be looking for the old path.

-But Carla! Do we hide her? -CARLA: Hide?

SISTERS SHRIEKING

PRIEST EXCLAIMS

MARGARITA AND PRIEST YELLING

ALL PANTING

I'm Father Ignatius.

And you are?

Sister Iphigenia.

This is Sister Margarita and Sister Carla.

We are the Sisters of Saint Agnes.

Sisters?

I was led to believe the property was uninhabited.

Had the devil's job trying to locate the place.

What a bloody wreck.

CARLA GIGGLES

Shh!

Cup of tea, Father?

IGNATIUS: Uh...

Yes. Provided the water's properly boiled.

Sisters of Saint Agnes.

Is it just the three of you, or are there more?

-[WHISPERS] Tea. -[WHISPERS] What?

My rental broke down just past the causeway.

Couldn't even call anyone as my phone died.

IGNATIUS SIGHS

A phone, Father?

-Then where is its cord? -It's cordless.

It's a mobile phone. It's battery-operated.

Speaking of which, I do need to recharge,

so...

Oh, Lord.

Don't tell me you don't have electricity.

Not even a generator?

SHEEP BLEATING

IGNATIUS YELLS

Do you have a flock, Father?

No.

I'm not a parish priest.

I'm the bishop's secretary.

Well, I do hope you'll join us for dinner

after your long journey to visit us.

We will have a roast in your honor.

But now,

if you will excuse us, it's time for Vespers.

I will, of course, lead you in prayer. It's only proper.

CARLA CHUCKLES

IGNATIUS GRUNTS

[WHISPERS] Why is he here?

IPHIGENIA: I do not know. We cannot ask.

But he will tell us.

Wine?

CARLA GIGGLES

CUTLERY RATTLING

[SIGHS] You found the wine.

A knife and fork each. Remember to serve him first.

IPHIGENIA SIGHS

WINE BOTTLE BANGING

IPHIGENIA SIGHS

Thank you, Sister Carla.

WINE POURING

IPHIGENIA: Heavenly Mother...

Bless us, O Lord,

and these gifts, for which we are about to receive

from thy bounty through Jesus Christ, our Lord.

Amen.

Ow!

WIND HOWLING

[GASPS] Dragon.

Quite.

CARLA: Knit?

No, I don't knit.

Would you like to tell us a story?

Oh, our guest is probably tired, Sister Carla.

Perhaps Sister Margarita would like to tell a story.

A knitting story. It is your turn.

Some entertainment sounds charming.

CARLA: Yes, Margarita.

Beauty and the Beast, please.

I insist.

Once upon a time, there was a merchant.

Since the death of his wife,

his young daughter had become his only treasure.

He promised her that when his ship came in,

she could have anything she desired.

Diamonds, gold, anything.

But all the girl wanted was a single white rose.

WIND WHISTLING, WINDOWS CLATTERING

On with your story, Sister.

The merchant went down to the busy port

to procure the rose his daughter so desired.

But alas, there was a terrible storm.

THUNDER RUMBLING

And the ship foundered.

And the merchant came away with nothing.

On the way home to his precious daughter,

the merchant trudged through the snow,

a storm raging all around him.

He came across the gates to a grand house.

The gates opened.

Inside was a blazing fire to warm him, and wine.

WOMEN LAUGHING

He availed himself of the hospitality,

not realizing it all came at a price.

MARGARITA SIGHS

When he'd had enough...

when he'd had his fill...

he went to leave, but as he left...

he saw that the path bore splendid white roses.

Wanting to grant Beauty her wish, he took one rose.

But in doing so, he pricked his hand on a thorn.

Suddenly,

a hideous beast sprung from nowhere.

A beast wearing a crimson smoking jacket.

BANGS ON TABLE

"Ingrate!

You ingrate!

Stealing my beloved roses!"

The merchant cowered. "I'm sorry, sir."

"I am the Beast!

And you will address me so!"

The merchant said, "I'm sorry, Beast.

The rose was for my daughter,

my precious Beauty."

"Send your daughter to me,

and I will spare you your life."

And so it was...

that Beauty came to stay with the Beast.

One long year went by in that wretched house,

with poor Beauty receiving no word from her father.

Christmas Day arrived.

The door opened.

And in walked Beauty's father,

carrying an enormous chest

filled with gold and rare treasures.

"Good evening, Beast," he said.

"I've been away a long time, working hard."

"All yours," he said.

"In return for Beauty."

The Beast bared his teeth and roared.

He wanted more.

Beauty's father stood his ground.

"You have had more than enough.

Release my daughter."

He shook hands with the man and let Beauty go.

And father and daughter...

lived happily ever after.

IGNATIUS SCOFFS

That's not how the story goes. The father never rescues her.

Beauty falls in love with the Beast, breaking the curse.

The Beast turns into a prince and marries the girl.

IGNATIUS CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY

THUNDER RUMBLING IN DISTANCE

Why are you here, Father?

To do an assessment of the property.

To what purpose?

IGNATIUS SIGHS

How would you like soft beds,

clean sheets, electricity,

hot water?

An on-duty nurse?

-A nurse? -IGNATIUS: Ah.

Forgive me for saying so, but you are getting to an age.

We do not need a nurse.

Retirement homes on the mainland are very enlightened these days.

You want us to leave?

You can't very well stay here.

The place is falling down around your ears.

IPHIGENIA: We are an enclosed order, Father.

We are not permitted to step outside these confines.

It's 1999. It's almost a new millennium, Sister.

The Church has moved on.

Why, you could leave here tomorrow.

And you will leave.

Not tomorrow, but once things are sorted.

IPHIGENIA WHIMPERS

What about our sheep?

Probably best you slaughter them.

THUNDER RUMBLING

We would arrange for you to have the meat, which was delicious.

You have been received into our community.

You have been our guest.

And now you want us to slaughter the Agnes Sisters?

Be gone.

THUNDER CRASHING

MARGARITA: Come.

DOOR SLAMS

We go down there and march him out of the gates tonight.

But if he goes, what then?

He delivers his report,

the bishop acts to have us removed,

our order is destroyed.

Is he really going to slaughter our Sisters?

No priest has ever stayed overnight before.

It's not right.

IPHIGENIA: We need to find out why they want to remove us.

I mean, we've done no harm. We ask for nothing.

IGNATIUS: Knock, knock.

I wanted to let you know I will be gone in the morning.

But my phone appears to be missing.

And I wonder if there might be a bed for me?

I'll wait here while you make one up.

SHEEP BLEATING

You are joking?

I shall be making a note of this in my report!

And I want my phone back!

Christ.

Shoo!

GRUNTS

Blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus, Holy Mary, Mother of...

We must pray for a sign.

The Holy Mother will show us the way.

Carla, the priest's phone, do you have it?

MARGARITA MUTTERS

DOOR OPENS

DOOR SHUTS

DOOR OPENS

DOOR SHUTS

CARLA: Damn! Damn!

Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!

SIGHS

Oh, thank you, Heavenly Mother.

BUTTONS CLICKING

Shoo! Foul beast.

SHEEP BLEATS

WINGS FLAPPING

BATS CHITTERING

SHEEP BLEATING

MARGARITA: Have mercy on me, Holy Mother.

Cleanse me of my sins

that I might put on the armor of God

and fight against the wiles of the devil.

GUTTURAL SNARLING

[GRUNTING] Against the rulers of the darkness of this world.

Against spiritual wickedness in high places.

GRUNTING

BIRDS CHIRPING

IPHIGENIA: Glorious Saint Agnes, virgin and martyr, pray for us.

MARGARITA AND CARLA: Pray for us.

IPHIGENIA: Saint Agnes, by your powerful intercession...

-SHEEP BLEATING -IGNATIUS GASPS

IPHIGENIA: Show us the way to defeat our enemies

and save our home.

Help us now in our time of need.

SISTERS: Amen.

SISTERS SINGING IN LATIN

Bloody sacrilege.

SINGING CONTINUES

[GRUNTS] Shoo.

GASPS

FIRE CRACKLING

-[EXCLAIMS] Damn! Damn! -CARLA: The fire!

IGNATIUS: Damn!

MARGARITA: What's the matter with him?

I'm sorry. I...

I was trying to make a cup of tea.

BLOWING

FIRE CRACKLING

WOMAN: Heavenly Mother! Save us, Mother!

WOMAN SCREAMING

SCREAMING INTENSIFIES

SNARLING

You wanted a cup of tea, Father?

Sister Carla.

Fetch some salve for Father's burn,

and a special tea.

A nice big cup of stay-at-home.

Stay-at-home, Sister?

[WHISPERING] Stay-at-home. Stay-at-home.

Stay-at-home. Stay-at-home.

Stay-at-home. Stay-at-home.

WOMAN: Only flowers in winter.

Looks like a rose.

Sister Cook.

Petals pale green, almost white.

Thank you.

Come on. Come on, Sister Cook. Come on.

CARLA HUMMING

COOK BLEATS

IPHIGENIA: We'll soon have you fixed up.

Carla.

IGNATIUS GRUNTS

This will take the pain away.

Your hands are so soft.

It's just like having your head massaged at the barber.

MARGARITA GRUNTS

Lavender?

You've had a shock, Father.

You must drink plenty of fluids.

It's a bit hot all of a sudden.

IGNATIUS GURGLING

Strip him, Carla. Remove his shoes.

SHOES THUDDING ON FLOOR

IPHIGENIA SIGHS

CARLA GASPS

Baby Moses in the rushes.

MARGARITA: What are we going to do with him? He will be missed.

Then more men will come, looking for him.

We need to find out what his plans are for our home.

Then convince him that to proceed would be a mistake.

How long will that take?

We can hardly keep him here, a prisoner.

A prisoner? Are we keeping him?

Not a prisoner.

A guest.

Waylaid due to circumstances beyond our control.

Always under the watchful care of the Sisters of Saint Agnes.

OCEAN WAVES CRASHING

SEAGULLS SQUAWKING

SWALLOWS

GRUNTS

Lie back. You're not well, Father.

What time is it?

Morning.

You slept a whole day and night,

watched over by Sister Margarita.

-IGNATIUS: How could that be? -You fell after your burn.

Bumped your head.

Well, pass me my clothes. I'll be on my way.

They need mending.

Torn, while undressing you.

They'll be ready for your journey home. Tomorrow.

Pass me a robe. I need to relieve myself.

OBJECT SCRAPING

I'm not an invalid. I'll use a bathroom.

Or I'll relieve myself outside.

What? Why are you following me?

In case you fall.

Oh, for God's sake! I'm only going for a piss.

GRUNTS

IPHIGENIA: Yes, eat, Father. You must be hungry.

We've prepared the table especially for you.

IGNATIUS GRUNTS

CHAIR SCRAPES

IPHIGENIA: I imagine your work as bishop's secretary

must be most demanding.

IGNATIUS: Mm.

IPHIGENIA: Your notebook, Father.

Did you know our fruit and vegetables are all grown

in our orchards?

The botanical and medicinal herb gardens were established

over 300 years ago.

The seed collection and extensive pharmacopeia

are one of the best preserved in the world.

And we,

the Sisters of Saint Agnes, are the keepers of it.

IGNATIUS: Ah.

IGNATIUS GRUNTS

It would be a travesty to lose it.

IGNATIUS: Yes, well, all that knowledge

and yet still unable to attend

the simple task of mending my robes,

so that I might leave.

We will attend to it right away.

And I want my car keys.

And my money.

MARGARITA GASPS

And I want my phone back.

I'll await my robes in my room.

THUNDER RUMBLING

CARLA: "And the three bears moved as one

and ate Goldilocks.

For we all know bears do eat people

who foolishly wander into the forest alone and uninvited."

CARLA SCREAMS

GASPS

PANTING

-SEAGULLS SQUAWKING -OCEAN WAVES CRASHING

Heresy.

SWALLOWS DRYLY

SNIFFS

GASPS

DOOR CREAKS

DOOR KNOB RATTLING

GRUNTS

MARGARITA: Looking for something?

IGNATIUS GASPS

My clothes, Sister Margarita.

I shall mend them myself if I have to.

[SIGHS] Patience, Father.

You shall have your clothes.

Tomorrow.

Well, at least give me my phone back.

-I want my bloody phone back. -IPHIGENIA: Phone?

I don't remember seeing a phone, Father Ignatius.

Perhaps one of the sheep has eaten it.

IGNATIUS EXHALES SHAKILY

THUNDER RUMBLING

There's really no need to watch over me tonight.

But you're still not well, Father, are you?

Good night, Father Ignatius.

BATS CHITTERING

MARGARITA SNORING

Heavenly Father, please give me the strength to do what I must.

MARGARITA MURMURS

FABRIC TEARING

GRUNTS

GASPS

SHEEP SNORTS

BATS CHITTERING

GASPS

He's gone!

MARGARITA GRUNTS

Get Carla.

THUNDER CRASHING

PANTING

GRUNTS

GRUNTING

GRUNTS

GRUNTING

PANTING

GRUNTING

GROANS

GROAN IN DISTANCE

IGNATIUS GROANS

Blood. The brambles.

YELLS

GROANING

GROANING

Carla.

CARLA GIGGLES

IGNATIUS PANTING

CARLA GIGGLES

IGNATIUS SCREAMS

THUD

WATER SLOSHING

IPHIGENIA: Hail, Holy Queen,

Mother of Mercy.

Our life, our sweetness and our hope.

To thee do we cry, poor, banished children of Eve.

To thee do we send up our sighs,

mourning and weeping in this vale of tears.

Turn then, most Holy Mother,

thine eyes of mercy toward us.

And after this, our exile,

show unto us the blessed fruit of thy womb.

Jesus.

O merciful, loving, sweet Mary.

Amen.

IPHIGENIA SIGHS

We are going outside.

Outside?

Why?

The car.

If the car is gone...

perhaps he never made it here.

But... I've never been outside.

I too have only been outside these walls once

since I became a Sister.

And that was some 25 years ago.

But the priest's car cannot be found.

I cannot break my vows.

And I will not force you to, my Sister.

I will come with you.

[WHISPERING] Jesus, help me.

Help me. Help me. Help me.

Help me. Help me.

Wait!

Archangel Raphael.

Is the patron saint of pilgrims.

-A knitting story, Margarita? -Oh, yes!

-To make our journey easier? -Yes, please.

Once upon a time,

there was a dear little girl who lived with her mother.

There is nothing the mother would not have done

for her child.

But one day,

the mother had a terrible fall and broke her leg.

BONE CRACKS

The mother said to Red Riding Hood,

"Go fetch your grandmother on the other side of the woods.

She is a bonesetter and will make me well again.

-But remember..." -SISTER: Iphigenia.

IPHIGENIA: "...you must stay on the path.

Do not talk to strangers.

Go directly to your grandmother,

and she will bring you home to me."

Now, Red Riding Hood tried to stay on the path.

But after she'd been walking for a little while, she met...

a wolf.

"Good day, Red Riding Hood.

What brings you to the forest?"

She answered, "My mother has broken her leg

and I am to fetch my grandmother to come help her."

Now, the wolf was hungry.

He said to Red Riding Hood,

"But your grandmother will be in the village.

I can show you the way."

Red Riding Hood forgot all her mother's instructions

and went away from the path,

going instead to the village with the wolf.

Red Riding Hood searched the village high and low

for her grandmother, but she was not there.

She looked too for the wolf to take her back to the forest.

But he had already raced to her grandmother's house

and gobbled her up.

And now he was waiting for her.

It's the gates!

How big it all is.

Carla.

Courage, Sister.

MARGARITA PANTING

What happened to Red Riding Hood?

Red Riding Hood knew better than to try and outsmart a wolf.

So she returned home to her mother

without her grandmother to fix a broken bone.

And her mother walked with a limp

for the rest of her life.

There it is.

Careful, Carla.

Don't touch it.

No time for vanity, Sister Carla.

We must find a keyhole.

KEYS JANGLING

-ALARM WAILING -SISTERS EXCLAIMING

Get back. Get back.

ALARM STOPS

MARGARITA YELLS

ALL GRUNTING

WATER SPLASHES

MARGARITA: Please forgive us. [SIGHS]

THUNDER RUMBLING

WIND GUSTING

THUNDER CRASHING

RAIN PATTERING

THUNDER CRASHES

GASPS

BREATHING RAGGEDLY

SCREAMS

IGNATIUS GRUNTS

[PANTING] Found you.

PANTING

WHIMPERS

[SHAKILY] God, h-help me.

THUNDER CRASHES

IGNATIUS SCREAMS