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What was all that? Who was that man? Why would he shoot at us? |
I don't know, some people just don't like nuns. I wish I had a ruler. |
We could have been killed! But you saved me! Thank you, Mary Clarence! |
Mary Robert, I am so sorry about last night... |
Now stop that. You didn't shoot at me. You were only trying to help, to give me experience. I tried to explain that to Reverend Mother, but I don't know if she understood. |
What? |
Mary Robert, I've watched you. You never really sing. You whisper. Nothing comes out. |
I don't want to mess anyone up... |
Give me a C. A C! |
WE'RE THE SISTERS OF THE SACRED HEART WE DO OUR BIT, NOW DO YOUR PART |
HONOR THY MOTHER AND THY FATHER TOO DON'T KILL, DON'T STEAL, IT'S BAD FOR YOU |
Yes, prayer is the answer, and prayers free We're going to give free prayers to everyone who drives up to this house. |
We're nuns! |
It's contraband. Don't ask. But I wanted to give you a treat. A sort of... thankyou gift. |
A thankyou? For what? You're the one we should be thanking. |
Are you leaving us? |
Oh no. We'll always be together. |
The Council of Cardinals! I'm so nervous! What if I forget the words? |
Right to Hell. Just kidding. Where is that bus? |
Wait, this isn't the way. Who are you? |
They're from my old convent. |
Run! Take off! |
Again? |
But what do they want? Where are we going? |
She's got nothing to do with this. Let her go. |
Mary Clarence! |
Bless you. |
I WAS DOWNHEARTED |
It's true! |
I WAS HELLBOUND, YES THAT'S WHAT THEY SAY SATAN WAS WAITING |
Don't you know it! |
BUT THE LORD CAME TO ME |
What did He say? |
HE SAID, SING THE DEVIL AWAY! |
Which convent? It was, um, the Little Sisters... of the Moonlight. In Vegas. Everybody used to come to Mass. Frank. Dean. Sammy. Right at ringside. |
Enough jabber. |
What? |
Progressive convents. Vanity. It sounds awful. It sounds just like this place. |
Like this place? |
I like my old convent, in Vancouver. Out in the woods. It wasn't all modern, like here. No electricity. Cold water. Bare feet. Those were nuns. It was Hell on earth, but I loved it. This place is a Hilton. |
Shirelles. |
You know that song? |
Soprano or alto? |
Whatever. |
Mary Clarence, are you with us? |
Um, I don't really know this one... |
Sure. Kind of... freelance. |
Freelance? Oh really? You think I don't see? You think I took vows yesterday? I know what you're up to. You and Reverend Mother. |
What? |
You're a ringer. She brought you in to replace me. Out with the old. |
Very nice. Sisters, have we learned our lesson? I won't hold this little episode against anyone. I'll try not to. |
Mary Robert. |
Yeah, for one second. That was the blend you've got to listen to each other. Be a group. |
I knew that. |
Mary Lazarus, I get the feeling that you like discipline. Hard work. |
Of course. I'm a nun. Four Popes now. The Lord hates a loafer. |
I hear you. How many days a week do you rehearse? |
I don't know. Mary Lazarus, what do you think? They're pretty raw. |
Wet behind the ears. |
A bunch of real mama's girls. |
It'll be hell. |
Tell me about it. |
Don't look at your feet, and I don't want to see anybody counting. Make it look easy. Again! |
Right, right, cross with the left, spin and turn! |
Hopeless I |
Amateurs 2 |
Babies |
Again! |
She's a pro. |
What? |
Is there any syrup? |
Well... see, at my old convent, I wasn't always... real popular. I was sort of selfish and... not real helpful. Okay, I'll say it I wasn't much of a nun. But now, thanks to all of you... maybe I'm shaping up. |
We could cut a demo. Look for a label. |
That's true, wouldn't that be great. Of course, we never know when things are going to change. Any one of us could be transferred to another convent, tomorrow. |
Van Cartier. |
You know? About me? About everything? |
Hey you re supposed to be the cheerful one. Why do I suddenly feel like Snow White? |
You re okay for a civilian. |
JUST SING! |
Sing! |
Isn't it a glorious morning? Good morning, Mary Clarence. sleep well? |
Right. |
Where did that come from? |
I haven't heard that song in ages. The Ronettes? |
1961? '62? Mary Clarence, that's when many of us took final vows. It's the last secular music we recall. |
No. HEY HE KNOWS THAT YOU BEEN CREATING NOW YOU'RE GONNA GET A BEATING |
The minute I saw you. I said to myself, she's a weaver. Have you ever used a loom? |
Not in years. |
Well, it all comes back, in just a jiffy. I'm working on a wallhanging, of the convent. |
Why? |
To sell, of course. I hate to say it, but we're in terrible trouble here at St. Katherine's. We need a new roof, the furnace is going, and there's no money. |
But don't you get money? From the Vatican? |
Mary Clarence. Goose. We're completely selfsupporting. Like all convents. Like yours. |
Oh, right. At my old place, we used to... wash cars. Groom dogs. So... nice loom. |
Isn't it lovely? Now I'll demonstrate, and then you can hop right in. You just draw your beater in, keep it pressed against the pick, and open the shed. Then pass your shuttle, beat, and open the next shed. Shuttle. beat, beat, shuttle, beat, shed. Keep tension on the warp. Is that clear? |
Just about. Show me again. |
You betcha. |
Shuttle, beat, shed. And watch your heddles. |
I love my heddles. Show me again. |
Is this... choir practice? |
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