Sister Act Page #33

CHRISTY:

(to Mother Superior)

Then I guess you're stuck. Life

sentence. No parole.

MOTHER SUPERIOR:

Very well.

(she turns to Eddie)

I hold you responsible for all of this,

For introducing a lounge act into my

convent. For utterly disrupting our way

of life. And for placing all of us in

mortal danger.

(sincerely, with a

smile)

Thank-you.

Page 116.

ANGLE on Christy, watching this. She grins.

CHRISTY:

Yeah, Eddie, thanks a whole bunch.

Thanks for sticking me in a convent. So

you think, after all this, maybe I really

am a nun?

EDDIE:

I don't know. There's only one way to

be absolutely sure.

CHRISTY:

Yeah, like what?

Eddie takes Christy in his arms, and they begin a kiss.

As they do so, Vince struggles toward Christy, as two cops

hold him back. He is furious.

VINCE:

I was good to you! You re nothing but

no-talent garbage! You're a two-bit

Tramp!

CHRISTY:

(staring at Vince,

seeing him for the scum

that he is)

That used to be true, Vince. I was with

you. But something happened. And I'm

different now. Real--different. I've

had, well, you might call it -- a

religious experience. And I've got just

two words for you. And those two words

are...

MARY ROBERT:

(afraid Christy will

curse)

Mary Clarence!

CHRISTY:

(grinning, to Vince)

Bless you.

EXT. ST. MATTHEW'S CATHEDRAL

People are pouring into the cathedral. Among them we see

many Cardinals in their red uniforms.

INT. ST. MATTHEW'S CATHEDRAL

The choir has gathered together in a small room off the

main chapel. They are putting finishing touches on their

choral robes, and are waiting nervously to go on.

MARY PATRICK:

(to Christy)

I just realized -- this is the last time

we'll all be together. We're going to

miss you so much.

Page 117.

Christy and Mary Patrick embrace. Mary Patrick is

tearful.

CHRISTY:

Hey -- you re supposed to be the

cheerful one. Why do I suddenly feel

like Snow White?

MARY LAZARUS:

(to Christy, with

humor)

You re okay -- for a civilian.

Christy and Mary Lazarus embrace.

MARY ROBERT:

Reverend Mother?

MOTHER SUPERIOR:

Yes?

MARY ROBERT:

Since Mary Clarence came to St.

Katherine's, I've been shot at, kidnapped

by Mafia hit men, and I've tasted beer.

Is that enough experience yet? For final

vows?

CHRISTY:

I don't think so. What about skydiving?

A crank call to Billy Graham?

MOTHER SUPERIOR:

You have evidenced great maturity, Mary

Robert. We shall have a serious

discussion.

CHRISTY:

What about me, Reverend Mother? I think

you were right. I'm just a bad

influence. Sister show biz.

MOTHER SUPERIOR:

Perhaps not. Perhaps we can all use...

a little Spandex.

CHRISTY:

Really? And maybe shorter habits, and

women priests, and sleeping late?

MOTHER SUPERIOR:

Don't push it.

Christy and Mother Superior embrace.

INT. CHAPEL

The chapel is packed to the rafters. The first few rows

of pews are occupied by Cardinals. Television cameras

glide up and down the aisles, angling for shots of the

altar.

Page 118.

The Choir stands together on the altar with Christy in

front. Behind them stands a much larger, all-city choir.

Christy gives the nod to Sister Alma, and the organ vamp

begins.

MARY ROBERT:

I WAS DOWNHEARTED

CHRISTY:

It's true!

MARY ROBERT:

I WAS HELL-BOUND,

YES THAT'S WHAT THEY SAY

SATAN WAS WAITING

CHRISTY:

Don't you know it!

MARY ROBERT:

BUT THE LORD CAME TO ME

CHRISTY:

What did He say?

MARY ROBERT:

HE SAID, SING THE DEVIL AWAY!

MARY PATRICK:

MY SOUL WAS IN DANGER

I'D FALLEN FROM GRACE

CHRISTY:

It's true -- I know her.

MARY PATRICK:

DAMNATION WAS ALL I COULD SEE

CHRISTY:

What a shame!

MARY PATRICK:

BUT THEN CAME AN ANGEL

WHO WHISPERED THESE WORDS

CHRISTY:

Pay attention...

MARY PATRICK:

SING AND THE DEVIL WILL FLEE!

CHRISTY:

Were you wicked?

CHOIR:

SING!

CHRISTY:

Were you tempted?

CHOIR:

SING!

SING AND YOUR SPIRIT WILL SOAR!

Page 119.

In the front row, Mother Superior is trying to resist the

music. She gives in, and starts bobbing her head to the

beat. Beside her, Eddie looks very proud as his eyes meet

Christy's.

CHRISTY:

But I'm fearful!

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