Satan's Paradiso

3: Agriculture

( Anne lies motionless on her bed, next to it, Mistress Cherry sits on a chair from the table set, sewing. She has white, uncontrollably curly hair with streaks of black in it. Her dress is simple, like Anne's, and she has a thick East London accent. Anne stirs slightly from her bed, then sits up, startled at her presence.)

Mistress Cherry: You're awake, I see, are you feeling better?

Anne: (Confused.) Yes madam.

Mistress Cherry: Wonderful, I was informed by Baal to show you around the grounds once you felt up to it.

Anne: I see, well, I am not ill if that's what you're implying.

Mistress Cherry: Down here, you cannot fall ill. But if you feel ready, follow me.

(Anne gets up and follows her out the door.)

(Ext. farming fields, night. Anne and Mistress Cherry stand outside, watching people work along the plow lines.)

Mistress Cherry: Have you ever farmed before?

Anne: Dear lord, no.

Mistress Cherry: I see. Don't fret though, it may be difficult work in the beginning, but I'm sure you'll find a taste for it. Oh look, there's Baal.

(Mistress Cherry leads Anne to him.)

Baal: Hello again, Anne. Are you feeling better?

Anne: Yes sire.

Baal: (Chuckling.) There's no need for such formalities here, you can just call me Baal.

Anne: (Nervously.) In that case, I would much prefer it if you and Lord Satan would call me Anne.

Baal: It's a deal then. Very well, Mistress Cherry, how about we introduce Anne here to the pigs.

(Ext. pig pen, night. Baal, Anne, and Mistress Cherry stand outside the fenced in area, watching the pigs inside wallow in the mud, acting like the ungrateful A-holes that they are.)

Baal: The pen is in dire need of cleaning, I'm afraid.

Anne: I don't suppose you keep any other animals down here.

Baal: Me and My dear Lord Satan would love that, but it seems God doesn't want any other species in a place such as this.

Anne: Why pigs then?

(Mistress Cherry bursts out laughing.)

Mistress Cherry: My, you've never even stepped foot on a farm before, have you? Pigs, my dear girl, are some of the most disagreeable bastards you will ever meet.

Baal: As much as I would like to continue this conversation, I am needed in Lord Satan's manor at this time. Mistress Cherry, can you take it from here?

Mistress Cherry: Of course.

Baal: Thank you then, goodbye, ladies.

Mistress Cherry: (Waves.) Goodbye. (Short pause.) Now then, come with me, there's still much to show you.

(Int. Shed, night. Mistress Cherry rummages through various small farm tools, handing Anne a hoe, and taking one for herself. They both step outside into a small garden, the larger fields being shown in the background.)

Mistress Cherry: Now, first I'm going to show you how to sow. Grip your hoe tightly like so, and force it into the earth.

(She demonstrates, and Anne repeats her actions.)

Mistress Cherry: That's it, now I thought it would be best to plant something familiar to you first, so I bought some spinach seeds, however, people from all sorts of strange lands stay here, so don't be surprised if you find some more unusual foods, but that's besides the subject at hand. (Holds up second hoe, with a thinner head.) This tool we'll use to create a little hole for the seeds.

(Fade to black as she continues speaking.)