INT. SIMONE’S BEDROOM, BATHROOM – MORNING

Annabelle rises from her slumber, removes the silken white sheets from her body, and gently lets the sheet fall to the floor. The camera pans from her lower buttocks to her ankles, slowly and then pans to a steamy bathroom.

Annabelle etches into the foggy bathroom mirror, "Teacher’s Pet" and opens the shower door, steps inside. She runs her fingers through the lathered hair of Simone, who has been scrubbing her scalp vigorously.

ANNABELLE

 It wasn’t dirty, Simone.  Let it fall down, like holy water. Baby, it wasn’t dirty.  (Simone closes her eyes, bows her head)

 SIMONE

You’ve not walked in my path. You don’t know the cross I’d have to carry…that YOU’D have to carry.

Annabelle kisses Simone’s eyelids ever so gently, shampooing her hair,  turning Simone’s face to the shower head.

ANNABELLE

Bless you child, you have lead yourself  into tempation but you have not sinned. Keeping yourself from the wanting, the burning, the embracing who we are, that my scholar, is the true sin here.

SIMONE

I enjoyed you, US, we as one, Annabelle. I don’t know what makes you laugh, where you go to think, your favorite foods, songs.. These are things that couples discover in time. Our lives, this institution, it is so, so, harsh, Annabelle. WE could never be as ONE. Not here ,not like——

As Simone turns from the shower head, the water beating down onto her face, Annabelle has already exited, wrapping  a towel around her waist.

ANNABELLE

(shouting) Jesus H. Christ! Now Simone! Now!

SIMONE

Annabelle, I am so sorry (wiping her face), we need to face that—

ANNABELLE

No Simone, it’s not that, just move!! Move now!! Mother almighty! I can hear the steps. Immaculata! Move Simone! Move!

Simone slips  out of the shower, onto the floor, hits her head, is obviously dizzied and panicked. Annabelle is dripping, searching for her clothes, fumbling and banging into the bed.

A key is heard  in the door.  Immaculaae enters. Several students are behind her, giggling, whispering amongst themselves.

I told you. I knew she was her favorite. She puts out to get ahead.   

IMMACULATA (turns to other students)

Out! You’lll be rewarded for your honestly. Remember we judge not the sinner, we pity them. Oh how we do.

She scans the room, disgusted look on her face, angered.  Her eyes fixate on Annabelle.

IMMACULATA

Out! Leave the clothes. Leave here the whore you are! Go wherever you like, but leave the grounds immediately or I will have you arrested!

ANNABELLE

But Mother, I—-

IMMACULATA

Now!

Annabelle drops the one shoe and pair of socks she had gathered, pushes her hair off her forehead, and casually bows her head, leaves the room, strolls down the hall, the other students aghast to see her naked, wet body prancing the halls of the school

Scene reemerges between Simone and Immaculata.

Simone realizes she cut her lip in the fall. puts her fingers to the wound, stands up, face to face with Immaculata who has entered the bathroom.

SIMONE

What’ll it be today, Mother? Behind me as you clasp my hands with your rosary beads or as I sit on the toilet seat, my 15-year-old legs spread for you to bury your holiness in? (Simone’s voice deepens, her eyes piercing, water dripping off her naked body). One has to wonder if you came to stop it, watch it, or join in.

Immaculata slaps Simone across the face, Simone falls to her knees, and Immaculata takes off her rosary beads, beats them across the back of Simone several times. We see the hand of Immaculate rise and fall.  We hear weeping.  Several students break into the room and pull Immaculata away from Simone, who is curled up on the bathroom floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

The camera fades away as we see the crazied Immaculata and the pained Simone.