Sister Act Page #5
- PG
- Year:
- 1992
- 100 min
- $139,605,150
- 1,485 Views
Joey suddenly flies into the bin. He climbs out with his
gun in sight.
JOEY:
Which way?
The workers point to the door, and Joey rushes across the
room. One of the workers is now wearing the mink coat.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Joey comes out of the hotel and finds an empty street. He
looks in every direction, but the nearby streets have
swallowed Christy into safety for the moment.
The central offices of the Las Vegas Police Department.
INT. MULCAHY'S OFFICE
Eddie's office is a glassed-in area set in the middle of
the station's main floor.
Page 16.
Christy is huddled in a chair, surrounded by Eddie and two
other detectives, CLARKSON and TATE.
CHRISTY:
Right between the eyes! Down and out!
The guy was gone! I... I couldn't
believe it!
EDDIE:
You couldn't believe it? Vince the
Prince?
CHRISTY:
I never said he was an altar boy, okay?
But he sent his goons after me! They
tried to kill me! I'm not kidding!
CLARKSON:
Tough break. Whoa.
EDDIE:
What did you expect? Vince is as dirty
as they come. We've been finding bodies
around here for years.
CHRISTY:
I don't know anything about bodies! I
mean, he didn't bring it home. He was
good to me... sometimes. He was sweet.
He took care of me. Who am I supposed to
go out with? He owns a casino. He let
me sing.
EDDIE:
He didn't do you a favor.
CHRISTY:
Screw you!
TATE:
Come on, she'll sing great. When she
sings for us.
CHRISTY:
Sing -- like testify? Are you nuts? I
just want you to protect me! You're
cops!
TATE:
Busy cops. We don't have time to be
bodyguards for anyone who comes in here
with some cockamamie story. Mink coats
and laundry chutes.
CLARKSON:
Unless, of course, you're willing to
testify.
Page 17.
CHRISTY:
What is this, some squeeze play? Can't
you just protect me without any strings?
The three detectives move in closer now and really apply
the pressure.
EDDIE:
We could put you into our witness
protection program.
TATE:
A hiding place.
CLARKSON:
A new identity.
EDDIE:
But you'd have to agree to testify. The
whole nine yards.
CHRISTY:
And if I don't?
EDDIE:
Then-you run.
TATE:
You wait.
CLARKSON:
You listen for the footsteps.
EDDIE:
Then one day they find you.
TATE:
They open a window.
CLARKSON:
It's ten flights up.
TATE:
Ten flights down.
CHRISTY:
Ten flights?
EDDIE:
You'd lose. You'd die. All over the
sidewalk. And into the street.
CHRISTY:
All right! I get the picture! I'll do
it! I'll testify!
EDDIE:
(to Tate)
Get a stenographer.
Page 18.
Tate leaves. Christy looks to Eddie for a bargain now.
CHRISTY:
Okay, here's what I want. I know about
this stuff. A five-star hotel. With
room service.
EDDIE:
Maybe Hawaii.
CLARKSON:
Diamond Head.
CHRISTY:
Yeah. And I'll need a new look. Like a
disguise.
EDDIE:
Maybe Armani.
CLARKSON:
No -- Calvin Klein.
CHRISTY:
For sportswear. And a limo. And my
hair -- up?
CLARKSON:
It could work.
EDDIE:
Jesus, what do you think this is --
Wheel of Fortune? Let me spell it out
for you. You have to hide like you don't
even exist. You have to get so far
hidden away that you never see sunlight.
CHRISTY:
(confused)
Okay -- no limo.
EDDIE:
No nothing.
CHRISTY:
What're you gonna do, put me in a bag
and bury me?
EDDIE:
I'm gonna put you in the last place on
Earth that Vince would ever look for you.
Eddie smiles. Christy doesn't like the sound of this at
all a
Page 19.
INT. STAINED CLASS WINDOW - DAY
Jesus delivers the Sermon on the Mount in vibrant red,
blue and green stained glass. An ORGAN plays a hymn --
badly. Notes are missed, skipped over and mutilated.
PAN DOWN to a procession of nuns who march into a chapel
at the ancient St. Katherine's Convent. The organ isn't
getting any better, and we see it is being played by SISTER
ALMA, a seventy-year-old nun with arthritis and a hearing
aid. Apparently the hearing aid is malfunctioning, because
Sister Alma doesn't seem to realize how badly she's
playing.
As the last nun in the procession enters the chapel, she
closes the door behind her. Across the lobby, the front
door opens and Eddie enters with a very reluctant Christy.
CHRISTY:
(to Eddie)
I hate you. I totally hate you.
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