Hi; first of two (I'll post the other in a new thread) - it's a radio sitcom about nuns called Nun the Wiser or Old Habits Die Hard (at the moment anyway). Very early draft, looking for savage critique as usual.
Two scenes here, to set them up, Sister Devlin has been told she's to be sent on a mission to a remote the remote island of Herpes.
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INT. DORMOTORY - DAY
CONSTANCE: Herpes?
DEVLIN: Yes, I've been given it by Reverend Mother.
CONSTANCE: I wish she'd given it to me.
DEVLIN: If you really want Herpes I'm sure I could arrange something with one of the local farm hands. In the mean time I need to think of a way out of this Missionary nonsense.
CONSTANCE: I would do it, but I fear Reverend Mother thinks I'm a bit of a duffer.
DEVLIN: Reverend Mother is merely trying to protect you from yourself, Sister Constance. She doesn't want to see you exploited by those who would seek to corrupt you. Fortunately for me, she's even more naive than you are.
CONSTANCE: What do you mean?
DEVLIN: Shut up I'm thinking. What would make it impossible for me to travel?
CONSTANCE: Getting pregnant?
F/X: SLAP
CONSTANCE: Ow!
DEVLIN: Although a spell in the infirmary might just be the ticket. Sister Constance, I could kiss you.
CONSTANCE: It would be inappropriate.
DEVLIN: Quite.
CONSTANCE: I wouldn't mind though.
DEVLIN: Do you ever wish you hadn't said something?
CONSTANCE: All the time. My mum always used to say my brain was like a sieve and my mouth was like a plughole, I couldn't keep a thought in my head, it just flooded out of my mouth. That's why I can't tell a lie or keep a secret so it's best for me to keep busy, busy, busy!
DEVLIN: Sister Constance, you are as full of beans as a vegetarian's pantry but I fear your ideas are as noxious as a bullock's digestive system.
CONSTANCE: I've always been that way. My mother used to say I could reanimate a corpse with my vim and vigour but my wit couldn't blow out a candle. I've always found that if I'm enthusiastic enough, and friendly enough, there's always someone willing to help with the brainier stuff. Like you, you've got enough brains for the both of us. I'm sure you'll think of a brilliant idea in the next few minutes.
DEVLIN: I already have. I'll feign a bout of vertigo, rendering myself incapable of boarding a plane through a fear of heights.
CONSTANCE: That is brilliant, Sister if I do say so myself, and I do, so it must be.
DEVLIN: I just need a catalyst, some reason that would mean I need to access the roof.
CONSTANCE: To get closer to God?
DEVLIN: Again you try and again your mother's words seem woefully inadequate.
F/X: CHURCH BELL RINGS
CONSTANCE: The bell for prayer. We'll have to think of another idea after that.
DEVLIN: The bell tower, of course! I think it's high time that place had a damn good clean don't you?
GRAMS: MUSICAL STING
INT. CHURCH - DAY
F/X: WHISPERED PRAYER
CONSTANCE: ...And Lord, please look over Sister Devlin who needs your guidance and because she's my friend. Thanks God, take care. Oh, Amen sorry. Oh there you are, Sister Devlin. You have a mop and bucket.
DEVLIN: This is more than just a mop and a bucket, dear Constance. This is a ticket to Chillsville in the infirmary, and a kiss goodbye to any further foreign missions.
ANGELICA: What's this, Sister Devlin? It looks like physical labour to me. My, my what could you be after?
DEVLIN: Ah, Sister Angelica how is life behind a desk?
ANGELICA: Most rewarding, Sister. Especially when I get to sign the form authorising your mission to Herpes.
DEVLIN: Of course. No doubt it was you that suggested my name for candidacy to Reverend Mother?
ANGELICA: The Mother Superior may think the sun shines out of your Amens, Sister Devlin but I know better.
DEVLIN: My Amens will be the least of your worries when you are committed to the infirmary with an acute case of mop handle up the bum. Out of my way, Angelica.
F/X: MOP AND BUCKET CLATTERING, WATER SPLASHING
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