North Africa, 378D. The Roman city of Tagoste is home to a remarkable but restless 16-year-old boy. Torn between his intense desires and his brilliant mind, he has become a slave to his passions. His mother prays for his conversion, but can making bad choices and getting into trouble ever be a pathway to God. This is the story of Augustine. The Saints, Adventures of Faith and Courage, Saint Augustine. Episode 1, The thrill of evil. Listen to all the episodes and discover new shows at TheSaintsFidcast.com. I long to love you, my God, to have you grow ever lovely within me. Let me then confess my past wickedness. The wasted youth were and I ran from you and sought after all the satisfaction of hell. For with my 16th year came undenlight of doing evil for the thrill of it. Such was my heart, O God. Such was my wandering heart. Hey, can you see anyone? Hush! Cortus, can you see anyone? Stop speaking, quintus, and let me look. What's the problem? The problem, Servius, is my loudmouthed brothers about to get us caught. Maybe if you weren't too dim to look and listen at the same time. Oh, move aside, all of you! I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I- It's wrong! That's a joke, right? Old Albus has gone to sleep. And even if not, his house is on the other end of the orchard. He won't catch us, and he'll never know! Yes, but we're not waiting around for you to man up. All right! All right, Augustin, I'm coming. Before you lose your nerve, please. How many should we pick? All of them. I've never enjoyed pair picking before tonight. We can't carry them all, Augustin. Why not just so carry what you can? Ugh! And use the rest for target practice. I knew we brought him for a reason. Who's out there? Albus! Run! Quickly! To my father's barn! Oh, that was a close call. How many pairs did we nab? Looks like 29 between us. Excellent! How are we supposed to eat all these? I don't even like them, actually. You're predictably quiet, Servious. This was careless, Augustin. The alternative was careful, and careful is dull. Then it was unkind, and all together thrilling, just what life should be! Why do we have to strip the tree bare? Why couldn't we just take what we wanted to eat? Because I don't play unless the game is all or nothing. Besides, these melee things aren't fit for a slave. So you throw them to the hawks? Eat up if you like. I'm going home. Oh, come off it, Servious. Enjoy your all or nothing victory without me. ... Servious. I want you dressed and ready to face your father. I'll get up once the yelling stops. You'll get up at once. All right. Why? Why do you cry? A gust in. Mother, look at me. All right. I'm coming. At once. At once. Now please try your eyes. I'll be waiting in the kitchen. You have two minutes. This is an absolute mess you've gotten me into, son. I told you, father. I'll find a way to make up for it. Making up for it isn't the point, Augustin. Monica, it is entirely the point. Patricia, have you any idea how much it'll cost me to make good on Albus's losses? We'll manage. I'm more concerned about what could have convinced our son to do something so clearly wrong. There you go again with wrong. What's happened to you, Augustin? What's happened to me? Where has your innocence gone? He's not a child anymore, Monica. That's how it goes. Growing up is no excuse for wicked behavior. Clarify your notion of wicked for me. I think the stripping of a fruit tree, belonging to an old man with no other source of income, is very wicked indeed. He said he'd make up for it. Did he not? This isn't the only issue, Patricia. His total disregard for others, his defiance of us, his conduct with young women. He's a man now. I expect him to take some real interest in women. Patricia! None of this behavior is any different from that of dozens of other young men here in Tagaste. I don't want our son to be like the other young men of Tagaste. I want her. You stop right there, son. Who said this conversation was over? It's a fight, father. Not a conversation. Augustin, please. This needs to be settled. I agree. But I think it's a problem between the two of you. Not me. Excuse me? How dare you show your mother such disrespect? Is that a privilege that belongs only to you? What does that mean? How faithful have you been to your wedding vows lately? Augustin! Am I not simply living out your example, father? Am I not going by my whims following my passions regardless of whom it might affect? You are entirely out of line. Augustin! Oh, yes. And of course, you have an answer for such selfishness. Don't you, mother. You have your Christianity, your virtuous moral code. It subdues the passions, but it doesn't make sense of them. And it certainly doesn't fulfill them. You have one more chance to fight your tongue. So who's correct? What should be followed? The passions, the intellect, indulgence, temperance? Patruchus! I suppose I have my answer. Augustin! Don't worry, father. I'll be off to study in Carthage soon. And then you won't have to hear my honesty. Augustin! Son, you stop where you are. Jesus, please untangle my son's mind and heart.! Whoa! Whoa! That's three to an airy, son. One, two, three. Many thanks. Yeah, good luck to you. Yeah! Look at this place. You've made it, Augustin! Hello, Carthage! Hey! Watch where you're going. Will you? You ran into me. How do my way, Robert and Hacker? Come back here, you rat! On second thought, stand still and act natural while I hide. I'm not going to be able to do it. Where are you, rat? On second thought, stand still and act natural while I hide behind you. What? Why is she? Now where did he run off to? He's gone. Phew! Close call. Why was he... Hold that thought. Calvus! Leo, over here. There he is! Why was he chasing you? Oh, he's just upset that I took these sandals from his shop. Cutting it a bit close today, Sylvester? Next time, Leo, you can be the decoy. Who's this? I have no idea. Who are you? Augustin. Just arrived from Tagaste. Wherever that is. Forget about him. What did you two make off with? Only his priciest togas. That's what? Tyrion? Purple. You stole these togas? And why not? Was it some kind of payback or...? Honestly, do we need a reason? See it? Take it. Want it? Do it! That's our motto. Carthage is a culldron of pleasure as my friend. Only the foolish don't seize them. I like the way you think. And pick up your satchel and follow us. Where? To the festival of Megalegia! The festival of Megalegia! The festival of Megalegia! The festival of Megalegia! The festival of Megalegia! The festival of Megalegia! The festival of Megalegia! The festival of Megalegia! Well, what do you think of this, Augustin? There's certainly nothing like it in Tagaste. Here, I think I see a better spot this way. Wait for me, Sylvester. Does no one here watch with her? Oh. Forgive me for being so in the way. No, no, no, wait! I'm sorry. The fault was mine. Yes, I think it was. You're not hurt? Not a bit. You? Just embarrassed. I can't seem to avoid running into people today. Though no one else has been. Half is lovely. Are you sure our little collision didn't knock the sense out of you? Not a bit. Augustin, are you coming? I'll catch up with you! Suit yourself! Your name's Augustin. Aurelius Augustinus. If you wish to keep things formal. And yours? Aurora. I'm very glad to meet you, Aurora. Hi, this is Peter Atkinson from The Mary Baggers. Tune in to Episode 2, The Head and the Heart. To hear the next installment of St. Augustin. Listen to all the episodes and discover new shows at TheSaintsPoncast.com. The Mary Baggers is the entertainment division of relevant radio.
