Sister Act Page #10

MOTHER SUPERIOR:

I'm sure. If I were you, I would use

this time, to think about my life. And

its direction. Or lack thereof.

CHRISTY:

(indignant)

What's wrong with my life?

MOTHER SUPERIOR:

From all I've heard, just about

everything. Your singing career seems

all but nonexistent, and your married

lover wants you dead.

(MORE)

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MOTHER SUPERIOR (CONT'D)

If you're fooling anyone, it's only

yourself. God has brought you here. Take

the hint.

Mother Superior leaves.

After the door shuts, Christy stands and looks out the one

small window in her cell. She leans her head against the

wall. She is trying not to think about what Mother

Superior has said. Still, the mess her life has become

overwhelms her. She fights back tears.

EXT. CONVENT - DAY

The sun is just barely rising, as the convent BELL tolls.

INT. CHRISTY'S CELL

Christy is fast asleep. There is a RAPPING at the door.

MARY ROBERT (0.S.)

Sister Mary Clarence!

EXT. CONVENT HALLWAY

All the nuns are proceeding, in their simple robes and

nightshirts, down the hallway.

Christy's door opens; she is still in her nightshirt, and

her hair is a mess.

CHRISTY:

What?

Mary Robert, in her nightshirt, stands outside.

MARY ROBERT:

Come on, we're late.

CHRISTY:

What? What time is it?

MARY ROBERT:

It's after five. We have to bathe.

CHRISTY:

(groaning)

Five a.m.?

INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE BATHING ROOM - A FEW MINUTES LATER

Christy is standing on line in the hall, along with

several other nuns; they are waiting to take showers. They

carry soap and towels.

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MARY PATRICK:

(sincerely)

Isn't it a glorious morning? Good

morning, Mary Clarence. sleep well?

CHRISTY:

Right.

MARY ROBERT:

Is this like your old convent?

MARY PATRICK:

Which convent was that, Sister?

CHRISTY:

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.

MARY LAZARUS:

Enough jabber.

MARY LAZARUS is a much older nun; she is very no-nonsense,

a hard-liner.

CHRISTY:

What?

MARY LAZARUS:

Progressive convents. Vanity. It

sounds awful. It sounds just like this

place.

CHRISTY:

Like this place?

MARY LAZARUS:

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.

INT. BATHING ROOM

A stone room that is very medieval-looking. One wall is

divided into stalls by wooden partitions. In each stall is

a nun, standing beneath a crude shower head that releases a

thin stream of lukewarm water. We see only the nuns' heads

and shoulders.

Still sleepy, Christy leans against the wall of her stall,

her eyes closed. Lost in thought, she begins singing

softly to herself.

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CHRISTY:

MY BOYFRIEND'S BACK

AND YOU'RE GONNA BE IN TROUBLE

A FEW OTHER NUNS

(very softly)

HEY-LA, HEY-LA

Christy looks up from her reverie; she looks around. The

other nuns are bathing, their eyes down. There is no sign

of singing. Christy decides to try a test.

CHRISTY:

MY BOYFRIEND'S BACK

HE'S GONNA SAVE MY REPUTATION

A FEW OF THE NUNS

(still very softly)

HEY-LA, HEY-LA

CHRISTY:

IF I WERE YOU,

I'D TAKE A PERMANENT VACATION

A FEW OF THE NUNS

HEY-LA, HEY-LA

MY BOYFRIEND'S BACK

The nuns giggle.

CHRISTY:

Where did that come from?

MARY PATRICK:

I haven't heard that song in ages. The

Ronettes?

MARY LAZARUS:

(very grouchy)

Shirelles.

CHRISTY:

You know that song?

MARY PATRICK:

1961? '62? Mary Clarence, that's when

many of us took final vows. It's the

last secular music we recall.

CHRISTY:

No.

HEY -- HE KNOWS THAT YOU BEEN CREATING

NOW YOU'RE GONNA GET A BEATING

ALL THE NUNS:

HEY-LA, HEY LA

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MARY LAZARUS:

(cutting off the song)

That's enough. We've got to get to

chapel.

Mary Lazarus leaves the bathing room, and the other nuns

resume scrubbing themselves. Christy looks around.

CHRISTY:

Anybody got conditioner?

INT. CHAPEL - A FEW MINUTES LATER

Bishop O'Hara is leading the Sunday mass. He stands in

the pulpit. The choir nuns stand in a fenced-in area to

his left. The remaining nuns, including Christy and Mother

Superior, sit in the first few pews.

O'HARA

We are a small congregation this

morning. Too many mornings. Something

has gone terribly wrong. Where is

faith? Where is celebration? Where is

everyone? Still, rather than regret the

absence of our neighbors, let us rejoice

in the fellowship of those present. Our

choirmistress, Sister Mary Lazarus, has

informed me that our choir, while always

superior, has been toiling especially

hard on this week's selection. Sister?

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