Sister: Mr. Morgan… are you okay?

Arthur Morgan: (coughs) Never better. What are you doing here?

Sister: Well, I’m on my way down to Mexico… they’re finally sending me on a mission. Brother Dorkins is very jealous.

[Arthur begins to cough heavily and the sister helps him sit on the bench.]

Sister: What’s wrong?

Arthur Morgan: I’m, uh… I’m dying, Sister.

Sister: Okay.

Arthur Morgan: Yeah, I got TB. I got it… beating a man… to death… for a few bucks. I’ve lived a bad life, Sister.

Sister: We’ve all lived had lives, Mr. Morgan… we all sin… but I know you.

Arthur Morgan: You don’t know me.

Sister: Forgive me, but… that’s the problem. You don’t know you.

Arthur Morgan: What you mean?

Sister: I don’t know, but… whenever we happen to meet, you’re always helping people and smiling.

Arthur Morgan: I had a son… he passed away. I had a girl who loved me… I threw that away. My momma died when I was a kid… and my daddy… well, I watched him die… and it weren’t soon enough.

Sister: My husband died a long time ago. Life is full of pain… but there is also love and beauty.

Arthur Morgan: What am I gonna do now?

Sister: Be grateful that for the first time… you see your life clearly.

Arthur Morgan: Sure.

Sister: Perhaps you could help somebody? Helping makes you really happy.

Arthur Morgan: But… I still don’t believe in nothing.

Sister: (laughs) Often neither do I… but then, I meet someone like you… and everything makes sense.

Arthur Morgan: (laughs) You’re too smart for me, Sister… I guess I… I’m afraid.

Sister: There is nothing to be afraid of, Mr. Morgan. Take a gamble that love exists… and do a loving act.

Arthur Morgan: I shall try.

Sister: I know you will. Goodbye! Goodbye, Mr. Morgan! Goodbye!

Arthur Morgan: Sister…