Ospedale

It’s Italy. 18th Century Venice.
Mmm I can hear you breathing.
Oh.
I don’t mind the company, signore.
I was listening to the sound of the room.
What does that sound like?
Listen.
They listen.
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OSPEDALE by Tommy Smith
This is the Ospedale della Pieta (Devout Hospital of Mercy). Vivaldi, the old composer, sitting in a corner of the room. He’s a priest so he wears the garb. It is early evening.
There is a metal grate built into the one wall, and a young woman, ESMAR, sits concealed behind it. We never really get a good look at her. For a while, they don’t say anything, then:
I hear bells. So do I. It’s not the hour is it? I can only tell by the bells. You seem to be up very early. The other priests stay in bed until –
ESMAR VIVALDI ESMAR VIVALDI
I was up all night working. Yes me too. Doing what? I am sewing to make a little extra money on the side.
What are you sewing?
VIVALDI
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ESMAR Little dolls for children. We make them out of rags. Some girls sell them in the market. I
just make them and give them away. I don’t ever see who gets them.
VIVALDI Do you think you could make one for me?
Do you have children? No. They are for children. But I would like one anyway. All right I’ll give you one. Do you want a boy or a girl?
VIVALDI
I’d like a girl.
ESMAR She’s gonna be brown haired. All I have is brown string.
VIVALDI I like brown-haired girls. Are you a brown-haired girl?
No but its definitely not blonde.
ESMAR
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Hmm I can’t quite imagine you blonde.
But you’re educated? I suppose, yes. Do you read notes? Of course, who do you think I am? Are you free tomorrow to practice a little? Tomorrow is Sunday, signore.
And what of that? We have mass. But then the rest of the day is ours. The Lord gave it to us.
VIVALDI
ESMAR Oh I know I’m blonde. I’m not good with words but I recognize voices and I can carry on a
conversation well. Are you an … ? Yes. Aren’t we all? But your mother … ? I don’t know my mother. I was left here. Three.
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Very true. All right. Will I get a cake? Hmn? Will you bring me a cake, like a Sunday cake for my troubles?
I could bring you a Sunday cake. Do you have the scores? Yes I have copies with me. Slide them through.
He does. She reads.
Hmn. Okay. So this first part – ?
She sings the first part. She’s incredible.
Is it that or – ? Yes try again.
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She does. She sings entire song. Halfway through, he hums along in background. She finishes.
Yes, yes, that’s very good. All right. We’ll save the rest for tomorrow. Thank you very much for your time Miss –
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I don’t think I caught your name? Antonio. Antonio Lucio. Nice to meet you ‘tonio. And its red.
What’s that?
My hair is red.
“Red-headed priest”.
Every week this same time?
I can’t wait.
Pleasure.
He hums tune as he exits. She picks up where he left off. Lights.
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