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COLM, in a dark little room that’s revealed to be a confessional, as the PRIEST gets in the other side & opens the latticed divider, throwing a little light on him.
COLM
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
It’s eight weeks since me last
confession, I think.
PRIEST
Go on, Colm.
COLM
Ah, just the usual, I suppose, Father.
The drinking and the impure thoughts.
And a bit of pride, I suppose. Although
I never really saw that as a sin, but
sure I’m here now.
PRIEST
And how’s the despair?
COLM
Not so much of it of late. Thanks be.
PRIEST
And why aren’t you talking to Padraic
Suilleabhain no more?
COLM
(pause)
That wouldn’t be a sin, now, would it,
Father?
PRIEST
It wouldn’t be a sin, no, but it’s not
very nice either, is it?
COLM
Who told you?
PRIEST
It’s an island, Colm. Word gets around.
(pause)
Also... Padraic asked me to put in a
word, like.
COLM stares blankly.
COLM
I see.
PRIEST
So... yeah. It isn’t him you have the *
impure thoughts about, is it?
COLM
Are you joking me?! I mean, are you
fecking joking me?!
This outburst can be heard by those waiting in the pews outside.
PRIEST
People do have impure thoughts about
men too.
COLM
PRIEST
I do not have impure thoughts about
men! And how dare you say that about a
man of the cloth...!
COLM
Well you started it.
PRIEST
Well you can get out of me confessional
right now, so you can, and I’m not
forgiving ya any of these things until
the next time, so I’m not!
COLM
I’d better not be dying in the meantime
then, eh Father, I’ll be pure fucked.
PRIEST
You will be pure fucked! Yes you will
be pure fucked!
COLM storms out of the confessional and out of the church.