Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 27, 2009 15:07:41 GMT -5
The camera follows Donovan as he enters a Catholic church. He looks around, hestitating momentarily. He approaches a the font of holy water and studies it for a moment. Donovan dips both his hands in the water and rubs them together. He glances around, and as a priest is passing by he dries his hands on the priest’s robe. The priest gives him a disgusted expression and walks away.
Donovan stands and stares at the figure on the cross, and then walks to the confessional booth. He glances around, and then enters. Donovan takes a seat.
Priest: Hello, my son.
Hastings: Lord.
Priest: Pardon?
Donovan tries to peer through the screen.
Priest: You are here to confess?
Hastings: I’m here because I don’t know where else to go.
Priest: Then you have come to the right place, my son.
Hastings: Lord.
Priest: He hears you.
Hastings: What?
Priest: The Lord hears you.
Hastings: Yeah, except when people are talking over me, then I can’t hear myself.
Priest: What?
Hastings: Look, I haven’t done this before.
Priest: That’s fine. Tell me your sins, confess them to the Lord.
Hastings: I know what I’ve done. I’m not proud of all of it. I lost someone very dear and important to me. My dear Calypso, lost to me.
Priest: Have you broken one of God’s sacred commandments?
Hastings: Let’s say, hypothetically, that I’ve maimed people, beaten them with lead pipes, tortured those whom I felt wronged me.
Priest: Those would be bad.
Hastings: Doesn’t your encyclopedia say “eye for an eye?”
Priest: Encyclo…you mean the Bible?
Hastings: Whatever.
Priest: Violence against another is sinful.
Hastings: Well, I did that. A couple times.
Priest: A couple times?
Hastings: Well, on a weekly basis. But I don’t think I deserved to lose my lover.
Priest: That is not up for us to decide. What has the loss of your wife led you to do?
Hastings: She wasn’t my wife.
Priest: You called her your lover.
Hastings: So?
Priest: Sexual contact out of wedlock is sinful.
Hastings: Jesus Christ! You don’t let people do a goddamn thing, do you?
Priest: Maybe you should stop talking.
Hastings: All I know, is that this Sunday, at Affirmative Action, I’m going to take everything I have felt since Calypso left me, and I’m going to take it out on Gabrielle Montgomery. I’m going to make her suffer, I’m going to make her bleed, and I’m going to make her say the words “I Quit.”
Priest: The path you walk saddens me, and it saddens the Lord.
Hastings: Actually, I’m fine with it.
Priest: Um…
Hastings: What would you have me do?
Priest: You will say five Our Fathers, three Hail Marys, and the Act of Contrition.
Hastings: This will bring Calypso back?
Priest: This may help you find a path. Go in peace.
Donovan hesitates, and leaves the booth.
Hastings: Not bloody likely.
Donovan walks to a pew in the front and sits down. He stares at the cross, and takes a deep breath.
Hastings: Five our fathers, three hail marys, and the act of contrition.
Donovan waves his hand in the air. He takes another breath.
Hastings: That wasn’t too bad.
Donovan stands and walks to the center aisle. He starts to leave, but turns and looks back at the cross.
Hastings: I’ll give it all up if you bring her back. Gabrielle can keep her claim to being the Most Valuable Assest. I’ll leave Owen alone.
He stares a moment at the cross.
Hastings: But if you don’t…IF YOU DON’T…
He points at the cross.
Hastings: The Chief Nigga will make that insolent bitch scream that she quits.
Donovan bows dramatically, sweeping his arm as he does so, a smug smile on his face. He turns away from the cross, draping his cloak, and walks out.
Donovan stands and stares at the figure on the cross, and then walks to the confessional booth. He glances around, and then enters. Donovan takes a seat.
Priest: Hello, my son.
Hastings: Lord.
Priest: Pardon?
Donovan tries to peer through the screen.
Priest: You are here to confess?
Hastings: I’m here because I don’t know where else to go.
Priest: Then you have come to the right place, my son.
Hastings: Lord.
Priest: He hears you.
Hastings: What?
Priest: The Lord hears you.
Hastings: Yeah, except when people are talking over me, then I can’t hear myself.
Priest: What?
Hastings: Look, I haven’t done this before.
Priest: That’s fine. Tell me your sins, confess them to the Lord.
Hastings: I know what I’ve done. I’m not proud of all of it. I lost someone very dear and important to me. My dear Calypso, lost to me.
Priest: Have you broken one of God’s sacred commandments?
Hastings: Let’s say, hypothetically, that I’ve maimed people, beaten them with lead pipes, tortured those whom I felt wronged me.
Priest: Those would be bad.
Hastings: Doesn’t your encyclopedia say “eye for an eye?”
Priest: Encyclo…you mean the Bible?
Hastings: Whatever.
Priest: Violence against another is sinful.
Hastings: Well, I did that. A couple times.
Priest: A couple times?
Hastings: Well, on a weekly basis. But I don’t think I deserved to lose my lover.
Priest: That is not up for us to decide. What has the loss of your wife led you to do?
Hastings: She wasn’t my wife.
Priest: You called her your lover.
Hastings: So?
Priest: Sexual contact out of wedlock is sinful.
Hastings: Jesus Christ! You don’t let people do a goddamn thing, do you?
Priest: Maybe you should stop talking.
Hastings: All I know, is that this Sunday, at Affirmative Action, I’m going to take everything I have felt since Calypso left me, and I’m going to take it out on Gabrielle Montgomery. I’m going to make her suffer, I’m going to make her bleed, and I’m going to make her say the words “I Quit.”
Priest: The path you walk saddens me, and it saddens the Lord.
Hastings: Actually, I’m fine with it.
Priest: Um…
Hastings: What would you have me do?
Priest: You will say five Our Fathers, three Hail Marys, and the Act of Contrition.
Hastings: This will bring Calypso back?
Priest: This may help you find a path. Go in peace.
Donovan hesitates, and leaves the booth.
Hastings: Not bloody likely.
Donovan walks to a pew in the front and sits down. He stares at the cross, and takes a deep breath.
Hastings: Five our fathers, three hail marys, and the act of contrition.
Donovan waves his hand in the air. He takes another breath.
Hastings: That wasn’t too bad.
Donovan stands and walks to the center aisle. He starts to leave, but turns and looks back at the cross.
Hastings: I’ll give it all up if you bring her back. Gabrielle can keep her claim to being the Most Valuable Assest. I’ll leave Owen alone.
He stares a moment at the cross.
Hastings: But if you don’t…IF YOU DON’T…
He points at the cross.
Hastings: The Chief Nigga will make that insolent bitch scream that she quits.
Donovan bows dramatically, sweeping his arm as he does so, a smug smile on his face. He turns away from the cross, draping his cloak, and walks out.
