Sister Act Page #3

MICHELLE:

From Vince! With love!

TINA:

Michelle and Tina can't restrain

themselves:
they open the box. Inside is

a rather gaudy fur coat. Michelle and

Tina are impressed.

MICHELLE:

It's a fur!

TINA:

It's new!

CHRISTY:

It's a bribe. Five years of my

goddamned life!

MICHELLE:

So you earned it!

TINA:

Vince owns the casino! Cash in

CHRISTY:

I should throw this in his facet

There's a KNOCK on the door, and Tina opens it.

Lieutenant Eddie Mulcahy enters. Christy is not pleased.

CHRISTY:

Oh, Jesus. What is going on here?

(to heaven)

Why me? Whose dog did I kill?

MICHELLE:

Hi, Lieutenant.

TINA:

Hello, Eddie.

Eddie picks up the coat.

EDDIE:

From Vince? What a guy. Doo-lang, doo-

lang.

CHRISTY:

At least he's not a cop. At least he

can afford a decent gift.

EDDIE:

I used to buy.you,..stuff. On your

birthday . When we were seeing each

other.

CHRISTY:

Yeah, like what? Quilted coat hangers,

that your mother picked out? Lottery

tickets? A travel iron?

EDDIE:

So I don't shop.

CHRISTY:

'Cause you're always out, arresting

people. Making trouble. I don't know

why I went out with you in the first

place, it was embarrassing! I couldn't

hold my head up, I used to tell people

you were a security guard!

EDDIE:

Oh, yeah? Well, how do you think I felt?

You were singing in bowling alleys back

then. I told people you were a hooker!

MICHELLE:

Calm down, you two. It's always like

this.

EDDIE:

Yeah, well, now, she goes out with a'

better class of people. Vince Laflocca.

CHRISTY:

He's a businessman.

EDDIE:

A what? When are you qonna wake up?

CHRISTY:

When are you gonna get off my case?

Have you got a search warrant? What do

you want -- cheap thrills?

EDDIE:

Information, baby. I thought maybe

somebody around here might have a

conscience.

CHRISTY:

Think again! And get out of here.

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EDDIE:

I'm going. My regards to Vince, And

the Mrs.

Christy hurls a jar of cold cream at Eddie's head. He

ducks, and the jar hits the door.

EDDIE:

Ladies.

Eddie leaves. Christy is standing, absolutely furious.

CHRISTY:

That's it! I'm not taking it from him,

and I'm not taking it from Vince! From

now on, it's all about me! And if I

can't spend it, drink it, or sleep with

it -- it's gone. Like Sister Immaculata

used to say, "Life is short, and then you

fry." So long, girls -- see you in

church!

Christy grabs the mink and heads out the door.

INT. VINCE'S OFFICE - NIGHT

ERNIE SCHMIDT sits across the enormous mahogany desk from

Vince. The young man's throat is dry; he's sweating

bullets. The presence of Joey the weasel and WILLY, a

brutal thug, increases Ernie's tension.

VINCE:

Ernie Schmidt. How long you been with

us, Ernie Schmidt?

ERNIE:

Three years, Mr. LaRocca. One behind

the bar, two as croupier.

Vince gestures to the lush office and its furnishings.

VINCE:

Ernie, you know what's important to me?

What counts? It's not all this. This is

'-- what? Frosting. Loyalty. That's me,

Ernie. That's home.

Vince gestures to Joey, who takes out a revolver and

points it at Ernie's head.

VINCE:

You ain't been loyal, Ernie. What did

you tell the cops?

Ernie's eyes open wide with denial as the gun comes closer

to his temple.

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INT. HOTEL LOBBY

Holding the coat, Christy waits by the elevator. It

arrives; she gets in.

INT. VINCE'S OFFICE

The interrogation continues.

ERNIE:

I didn't tell the cops anything. I

swear.

VINCE:

Joey?

Joey slams Ernie on the side of the head with the gun.

INT. CORRIDOR

Christy steps out of the elevator and faces a maze of

office cubicles with half-wall partitions. The floor is

deserted and dark as she makes her way through the

cubicles.

INT. VINCE'S OFFICE

Vince is standing over Ernie, holding his head up by the

hair.

VINCE:

Who else, Ernie? Who else was in on it?

ERNIE:

(moaning)

No one...

VINCE:

(dropping Ernie's head

in disgust)

Why am I wasting my time?

INT. EXECUTIVE CORRIDOR

Beyond the cubicles, Christy strides down a lush corridor

to an executive suite. She tries the knob, but finds the

door locked. Pulling a key from her purse, she unlocks the

door to the suite and enters a large outer office with a

reception area and doors to several inner offices. She

tosses the key onto the receptionist's desk.

CHRISTY:

Won't need that anymore. Ta-ta.

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