Dramedy · 4 min
Bless Me.
In a confessional during a storm, a woman hides behind jokes until the priest on the other side starts to matter more than either of them expected.
The roles
FAYE
Early 30s. A woman who uses humor the way other people use deadbolts. She came in from the rain and isn't sure why she stayed.
TOMAS
Mid-30s. A parish priest who listens better than most people talk. Warm, direct, and trying not to be curious about her.
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(A confessional booth. Wooden partition with a mesh screen between the two sides. Dim light. TOMAS sits on one side. The door on the other side opens and closes.)
FAYE
Hi.
TOMAS
Good evening.
FAYE
Sorry, is there— do I just start?
TOMAS
Whenever you're ready.
FAYE
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been... a very long time.
TOMAS
That's all right.
FAYE
I should say upfront, I came in because it was raining and the door was open.
TOMAS
Rain counts.
(The bench creaks.)
FAYE
I don't know what I believe. About any of this.
TOMAS
You don't have to.
FAYE
That's generous.
TOMAS
What brought you in? Besides the rain.
FAYE
Bad week.
TOMAS
What happened.
FAYE
Nothing happened. That's the whole— nothing. I went to work. I came home. I ate pasta from a pan because I didn't want to wash a bowl. I watched something I'd already seen.
TOMAS
Sounds lonely.
FAYE
It wasn't lonely. It was efficient.
(Rain on the roof.)
TOMAS
OK.
FAYE
I don't need you to feel sorry for me.
TOMAS
I don't.
FAYE
Good.
(Pause.)
FAYE
I do this thing where I'm awful to someone and then I make a joke and they just... let it slide. Because I'm funny about it. And they let it go.
TOMAS
What happens when that stops working.
FAYE
I wander into churches when it's raining.
(TOMAS is quiet for a moment.)
TOMAS
Have you talked to anyone about this? A friend.
FAYE
I have a sister. We're not really the talking kind. We just sit together and watch telly and don't say anything important.
TOMAS
That's still something.
FAYE
Is it?
(The bench creaks.)
FAYE
Can I ask you something?
TOMAS
Sure.
FAYE
Do you actually like this? Sitting in a wooden box listening to strangers.
TOMAS
I don't think of it as a box.
FAYE
What, then.
TOMAS
A room where people don't have to look at me when they talk.
FAYE
That's... actually really nice.
TOMAS
I wasn't trying to be nice.
FAYE
No. I know. That's what makes it—
(A knock on the outer door. Someone else is waiting.)
TOMAS
I'm sorry, there's—
FAYE
No, right. Of course. I took too long.
TOMAS
You didn't.
FAYE
What do I owe you? Hail Marys?
TOMAS
Skip the Hail Marys.
FAYE
Thank you, Father.
TOMAS
Come back if you want. It doesn't have to be raining.
(She stands. The bench creaks.)
FAYE
What's your name?
TOMAS
Tomas.
(She opens the door. Rain sounds from outside. It closes.)
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