Midnight Mass Page #2

has muddied

the theological waters a bit.

Frankly, I've just been too f***ing busy

trying to stay alive

to take time to try

and sort things out.

( thunder )

- Woman:
I think we should rate it.

- Man:
What?

What the hell

are you talking about?

Woman:
Finn's been putting together

a hell of an arsenal.

Now, he and Dakota

don't want to participate

but they have everything we need to raid

that f***ing motel out on Route 70.

Man:

Naw, they'll never go for it.

Woman:

I had another weird dream last night,

Man:

You and your dreams.

Woman:
Mom used to listen

to my dreams all the time.

Man:
That's 'cause your mother

used to have them kind of dreams.

I think you inherited

her overactive imagination.

Woman:

So, I'm standing in this field, right?

It's snowing all around

and it's real dark.

All of a sudden

it starts getting brighter...

...and brighter.

In the middle of the light,

there's this little boy,

just standing there,

staring at me.

Now you're really starting

to sound like your mother.

Sometimes I'm glad she's not around

to see all this.

Yeah, I know.

- This is bullshit.

- Watch it, will you?

All these people do is talk.

Come on.

( laughing )

- Hey, man.

- What's going on?

Hey, what's happening?

I wouldn't go in there

if I were you.

- It's that bad, huh?

- This whole thing's unraveling fast.

They just can't agree

on anything anymore.

Everyone has

their own priorities.

Hey, Susie Q.

Come here.

I have something for you.

- Check it out.

- Bad ass.

- Do you know how to use one?

- Yeah, my dad taught me.

Feel the weight on it.

And the best part about it is...

it buckles

right to your wrist.

Keeps it handy

for those close encounters.

Those cocksuckers won't ever

see it coming.

If we don't get our act together,

none of us stands a chance.

Not gonna happen when

you have 20 different jerk-offs

who all think they should be

the ones in charge.

If we don't get together

on something soon though,

we're all f***ed.

They way I see it, until then,

we only have one option.

My own private reserve.

I don't want to drink.

C'mon, you gotta have

at least one.

Why, 'cause you never drink alone?

Touch.

Jesus, Joe, come on,

this isn't you.

It's the new and improved me.

You know how hard it's getting

to find these things?

Sweet Jesus!

- All right, one drink.

- Now you're talkin'.

On the condition that you don't have one,

'cause we got to talk.

Deal.

All right.

( coughing )

Great to see you again, Gwen.

When was the last time we talked?

Probably over a year now.

Every since

that St. Anthony's nastiness.

It would be debates over coffee

at the Queen,

arguing the problems

of the world.

Didn't solve any though, did we?

I think we finally decided

it was all your fault.

- Oh.

- ( laughs )

The priest versus the godless,

yet enlightened anarchist.

Yeah, well, it looks like you finally

got that anarchy you wanted.

What?!

This is not what I wanted.

This sh*t is more repressive

than any regime in human history.

This is f***ing bullshit.

Goddamn Nazi Germany

was f***ing Sunday school!

( screams )

Joe, they've taken over St. Anthony's.

They're in the majority now.

Taken over everything else.

Why should St. Anthony's be different

than any other parish?

Not the parish,

the church.

That's holy ground.

Messed up the altar,

thrown down all the crosses.

I've seen it.

How do you know what goes on

at St. Anthony's?

It wasn't exactly

one of your favorite hangouts.

All of my hangouts are gone, Joe,

just like all the people

I hung out with.

But since everyone's gone,

I've been wandering around,

you know?

I've run into

some of your old parishioners.

( laughing )

They're pretty pathetic.

Lost, scared.

They wish you were back.

Sure they do,

just like they rallied

behind me last year

when my name was

being dragged through the mud.

I dedicated my life

to those people!

They just stood by while the bishop

railroaded me out of my own parish.

And not once

did anyone stand up

and say one damn word

in my defense.

Then f*** the bishop.

I didn't touch that boy.

- You know that, Gwen, right?

- I know.

How could they believe I could ever

do that to a little child?

You were an easier target

than Palmeri.

Young, new guy in town.

A little unconventional.

Meanwhile, I'm a pariah

at the retreat house.

Damn leper.

F*** it, what's the use?

Most of the parishioners

are probably dead.

If I stayed I'd be dead, too.

Hey, Joe, you promised!

It's Palmeri's parish.

I've been benched.

Let him do something

if he's still alive.

Damn it, Joe!

He's one of them!

The local leader- he orchestrates

the whole thing!

Is that all you came to tell me?

Isn't that enough?

I guess I'm outta here.

Wait, wait, wait- Gwen, listen,

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Look, I'm sorry.

Come on, stay the night,

all right?

The sun's already down.

It's raining.

Come on, we'll shoot the breeze

like old times, what do you say?

Come on.

Will we be safe here?

As far as I know, I'm the only one

who's been here for months.

I hope you're right.

( rattling )

( rattling )

Hello?

- ( gasps )

- ( growls )

- ( screaming )

- ( roaring )

Stop!

( screeching )

Gwen, are you okay?

Let me see.

Let me see.

Yeah, I think so.

You're right,

that was definitely nothing more

than a psychological reaction.

Blow me.

You sure throw

one hell of a party.

Perfect!

Looks like I'm walking back.

Look at this.

It's our friend

from last night.

They say they don't wander far

from where they live their lives...

which means this fellow

was probably Catholic.

So...

I think he deserves

his last rites, don't you?

No, he isn't even human.

Well, isn't he?

Aren't they still human?

Regardless of what's

happened to them?

He's not doing anything more than

acting out a survivalist instinct.

Even if he can't be

considered human now,

they were at one time-

before they were murdered,

and became whatever it is

they became.

Whatever you consider it,

if not human.

I think now he could use

a few of those prayers you believed in.

Commending his soul to heaven.

- What?

- It's commending his soul to heaven.

You can't give the last rites

to someone who's already dead.

Whatever.

I thought you people believed

even the worst sinner

deserves a shot at redemption.

Gwen:
You act like they're responsible

for their actions after they've died.

Joe:

Aren't they?

Gwen:

Maybe. Maybe not.

Think you could resist the urge

to feed if you turned?

Joe:

I know I could.

Well, I guess I'm going.

Going where?

- What are you gonna do?

- You know, I don't know.

I didn't have a contingency plan

if you pussied out on me.

- Wait a minute.

- Come back with me, Joe.

I don't care what happens there.

You know, that almost

sounds convincing.

Can you really turn around

and walk away now?

After everything I've told you?

If you don't

come back with me now,

it's going to eat you up

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