Midnight Mass Page #4

hunted are being taken there.

They get raped by the Vichy to try to bring

more food for the vampires.

So the Vichy

trade their services now

for immortality later.

The Vichy know they have

a better chance of survival

than the first generation

once down there.

They're so weak right now that

most of them can't hunt for themselves.

As new vampires,

the Vichy will have more strength.

They'll be the generation to survive,

once the dust settles.

Our fellow human beings

never cease to amaze me.

- Maybe you shouldn't see this.

- What?

Lay a guilt trip on me to get me here,

now you're having second thoughts?

Maybe you changed my mind. It's-

I need to see.

- You coming?

- Once was enough.

( gurgling )

( retching )

Gwen:
I thought you should know

what they were doing to your church.

There are people

left here.

They need your help.

What makes you think

I can help anyone?

I'm no hero,

no revolutionary.

But you are a leader.

( crows cawing )

( coughing )

( buzzing )

Joe:

My church!

Look what they've done

to my church!

Man:

Father Joe.

Father Joe,

is that you?

It's me, Carl,

Carl Edwards.

I used to help take up the collection

at the 10:
30 mass.

Do you remember me?

Is it really you, Father Joe?

- It's me Carl.

- Oh, thank God.

Come on,

Carl, get up.

God sent you to save us.

Save us from Palmeri.

- He's the worst of the lot of them.

- I know.

It's good to have

you back, Father Joe.

We didn't know what to do

since them suckers took over.

We prayed and prayed-

and here you are.

It's a frigging miracle.

Excuse me, Father.

No miracle, Carl.

Gwen brought me back.

So Carl, I guess we owe you

some thanks for yesterday.

Yeah, that was me.

Me daughter said that

some strangers

was having some trouble

with them punk kids.

But whoever thought

it would have been Father Joe?

- That was your daughter.

- That's me Mickey.

Well, Michelle is her name,

but her mother always called her Mickey.

She used to run with these punk kids

until all hell broke loose around here.

You probably wouldn't recognize

her father.

She was never much of a one

for going to church

but everything is going to be all right now

that Father Joe is back.

We're just passing through, Carl.

Passing through.

No you can't, you've got to stay.

What can I do?

I'm just one person.

Well, I'll help you.

I'll do anything you want.

Just tell me.

Would you help us

clean up?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure, anything.

( sighs )

Well, what do you think?

Your show,

not my parish.

It's not my parish either,

anymore.

Gwen:
I think maybe

he'd tell you different.

Carl, can you get us

some coffee?

Does that mean

you're staying?

Yeah, I'm staying.

I'll get you some food.

I'll get you some coffee, too.

I know a lady that's got some,

and she'll part with it for the likes of you.

And, oh Father,

you know all them things

they said about you?

I never believed a word of it.

Never.

It would have meant a lot to hear

that from you last year, Carl.

Yeah, I guess it would have

but I won't let you down this time.

I won't.

And you can take that to the bank.

Well?

Bodies.

Before anything else,

we've got to get rid

of the bodies.

Joe:

Mickey, what are you doing here?

Mary O'Hara asked me

to bring this to you.

Mmm, beef stew.

So...

tell me what to do.

( heavy rock music )

Joe:

Tastes like Meaty Moore.

Oh, it is.

I recognize the little potatoes.

The ladies of the parish must be

awful excited about you coming back

for them to break into

their canned goods like this.

Remember Chuck?

The guy with the scar

on his face, right?

Yeah, he used to store cases

of Meaty Moore in his basement

for the revolution

he insisted he was going to start.

Gwen, are you okay?

Yeah, sure.

I'm okay.

As okay as I can be while I'm sitting

in a Catholic church eating stew,

and just spending a good part

of my day repairing a crucifix.

For a devout atheist,

that is not so okay.

( crying )

( sigh )

Mickey:
I used to wish so badly

that vampires were real.

You know, like the kind

from all the movies.

The kind that Anne Rice

wrote about.

God, I don't know

what I expected.

That's not true.

I guess I know exactly

what I f***ing expected-

some full-moon-flowy-white-nightgown-

handsome stranger,

some dark prince

to sweep me off my feet

and take me away

from all the terrible things I felt

when my mom died.

God,

it's so stupid.

That's not how it works.

It's not beautiful, erotic,

empowering.

It's just death.

Cold, hard, real death.

I never wanted

to see a dead baby.

Why did it have

to happen?

Why did so many people

have to die?

Carl:

I was raised Catholic.

People had more respect for the church

when I was a kid.

Back in those dinosaur days.

I just don't understand

how you could not believe in God.

How can you?

We're here, aren't we?

We must have got here somehow.

So, it makes more sense

to believe

that an omnipotent, bearded,

elderly man living in the clouds

is responsible

for your being here?

Sorry Carl,

I really am.

But I can't just disregard

every advancement,

every discovery

in astronomy,

archeology,

paleontology,

and say that one day God decided

he was gonna create the world-

create man-

completely foregoing

the entire evolutionary process.

Well, I guess that's one way

to see it.

But why man?

It takes millions of years

of evolution to get here.

It's not like primitive man

just walked out of the cave one day

and said "F*** the wheel,

I think I'll chisel me out

a microprocessor instead. "

Carl...

let me ask

you something.

If there is a God,

why let all this happen?

Why let all those

people die?

I guess we get

a little too out of control.

He didn't want to see us

corrupted anymore.

Maybe the big guy just said

"Enough is enough. "

God just wipes out

anybody not filling their religious quota?

Anybody screwing off too much.

What kind of God

would just wipe out billions of people

just because they pissed

him off?

The kind that wants

to protect

the ones that

didn't piss him off.

( chuckles )

Lord, our God,

you're always faithful

and quick to show mercy.

Our brothers and sisters

were suddenly

and violently

taken away from us.

Come swiftly

to their aide.

Have mercy on them.

And comfort their family

and friends

by the power

and protection of the cross.

We ask this,

through Christ our Lord.

Amen.

The sun's almost down.

Joe:

You and Mickey should go now, Carl.

Thanks for all your help.

What are you

gonna do, Father?

I'm staying right here.

Well, then I'm staying too.

Me too.

I told you I'd make

it up to you, didn't I?

Besides, them bastards

are not going to like it

when they see

what we've done to this place.

I doubt they'll even

come through the door.

They won't,

but those kids will.

One more thing

you can get us.

Some guns. Rifles.

Anything that shoots.

No problem.

I can do that.

Joe:

And some wine.

Some red wine

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