Sister Act Page #2

VINCE:

(trying to calm her)

We can still see each other. Just like

always. It's a different kind of sin.

Smaller.

CHRISTY:

You pig!

Vince backs off, and starts searching for his jacket.

VINCE:

Babe, it's not me! I love you! It's

God!

CHRISTY:

You lying sleazeball! The best years of

my life! What am I, garbage? Am I lint?

Vince ducks as Christy throws an ashtray at him, and it

smashes against the wall.

VINCE:

You're upset. I understand. I should

go. I hate to.

Page 5.

A CLOCK-RADIO hits the wall beside Vince's head.

CHRISTY:

Get out of here! And never come back!

A LAMP hits the wall, as Vince dodges it. He makes a

phone gesture with his hand.

VINCE:

I'll call.

Vince kisses two fingers, and blows the kiss to Christy.

He leaves.

Christy is left standing on the bed, holding a

particularly garish stuffed animal she was about to hurl.

With Vince gone she slumps to the bed, cradling the stuffed

animal. She is caught between tears and rage.

CUT TO:

EXT. LAS VEGAS - NIGHT

ANGLE on various neon Vegas landmarks -- the Golden

Nugget, Caesar's Palace, Bally's, etc. Scrunched in

between two larger hotels and casinos is the MOONLIGHT

HOTEL AND CASINO. The Moonlight isn't all that small, it's

just seen better days.

INT. LOUNGE - NIGHT

A spotlight hits a solitary figure on a small stage. The

man is caped and dramatic, but not especially talented; an

Elvis impersonator who's just a shade off in voice, looks

and style.

ELVIS:

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Are

you lonesome tonight? Welcome to the

Moonlight Hotel and Casino's incredible

Platinum Oldies Spectacular.

Backstage, there's still a look of resolve in Christy's

eye as she waits to go on with MICHELLE and TINA, her back-

up singers.

MICHELLE:

But you can't quit. What'll happen to

us?

(to Tina)

Tell her she can't quit.

TINA:

I told her. She stuck pantyhose in my

mouth.

Onstage, Elvis glances into the wings to be sure the

Ronelles are ready.

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ELVIS:

Please welcome our own girl group

extraordinaire, our beehives of beauty --

the fabulous Ronelles!

Elvis disappears. The spotlight hits Christy, who wears a

high beehive wig and a sequinned, early Supremes-style

gown. Michelle and Tina wear matching gowns and wigs. The

band begins a doo-wop vamp.

CHRISTY:

Oh, girls.

RONELLES:

Yes, Betty?

CHRISTY:

This prom is a real drag.

RONELLES:

Oh-huh.

CHRISTY:

Oh my!

(gasping)

RONELLES:

What is it, Betty?

CHRISTY:

Look at that. Get a gander.

RONELLES:

Oh my!

(sighing)

CHRISTY:

He's so dreamy. He's like... a Greek

god. He's the cutest guy here. He's

boss. He's fab. He's...

RONELLES:

Yes, Betty?

CHRISTY:

(singing)

HE'S SO FINE.

RONELLES:

D00-LANG, DOO-LANG, D00-LANG.

CHRISTY:

WISH HE WAS MINE. THAT HANDSOME BOY

OVER THERE, THE ONE WITH THE WAVY HAIR.

As they sing, their moves and gestures are carefully

choreographed in vintage girl group style.

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A lot of talent and hard work has clearly gone into the

number. While Christy does her best, her singing voice is

not on a par with those of the other Ronelles.

The lounge itself is practically empty, except for a few

drunken Shriners and a couple of college kids. POLICE

LIEUTENANT EDDIE MULCAHY sits at a ringside table with his

eyes locked on Christy. An easygoing charmer, Eddie gives

her a wink, but she responds with an up-yours look and a

turn to the other half of the room as the song continues.

INT. DRESSING ROOM - LATER

A small, cramped room with cracked plaster walls and a

sputtering fan for ventilation. Christy has her own

dressing table and mirror, and the Ronelles share a table a

few feet away. Clothing and costumes hang on nails or are

draped over chairs as the girls change into street wear.

CHRISTY:

Screw this dump. It's a roach motel

with sequins. Every guy I meet is either

married, a cop, or a lush from Des

Moines.

MICHELLE:

But what about us?

TINA:

You taught us the act. The songs, all

the moves.

CHRISTY:

And where did it get me? I'm stuck in

this rathole! You're holding me back,

just like Vince! I should be headlining!

A pock-faced weasel of a man named JOEY opens the door and

leans into the room.

CHRISTY:

What do you want? This is a private

area! Get lost!

JOEY:

You ain't got nothin' I ain't seen.

CHRISTY:

Then stop trying to memorize it. Hit

the road.

Joey takes a step into the room and sets a box on the

chair near Christy.

JOEY:

From Vince.

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CHRISTY:

His ashes?

JOEY:

With love.

Joey leaves. Michelle and Tina hover around the box, very

excited. They pick it up, trying to tempt Christy.

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