We're No Angels Page #5

Where's your mother?

Where's your mother?

Where's Mommy?

Mr. Holiness.

- Let me help you with this.

- No. I don't need your help.

I want to ask you something.

You want to take me upstairs

for a ride? You've got your nerve.

Yeah! I'm a sinner!

Big of you to say so.

- But I want to change.

- Good luck.

I want to take your little girl

on the procession of the shrine.

- You go to hell!

- Why, what's the matter?

- You don't believe...

- I told you, piss off!

I don't need your magic show.

If God wants to take your little girl...

I told you, I don't want your

goddamn mumbo-jumbo.

And I won't let you curse my kid with it.

Wait a second. Please.

Isn't there anything

which would change your mind?

What could I do to change your mind?

- I'll tell you what would convince me.

- What?

Jimmy. Jim... Father Brown?

- Hey, Ned.

- I have to talk to you.

Is there anything else I should know?

I mean, at all?

- Is this too scratchy?

- Jimmy!

You get used to it.

I have to talk to you.

- Not now, Ned.

- Jimmy.

I've got it whipped, okay?

I made my mind up.

What?

- I'm going to check into a deal here.

- What deal?

Father Brown was going

to join our order.

What?

- It's three squares and a cot.

- Jimmy!

I told you, Ned, I'm not going back in.

I got the way out, Jimmy.

- You do?

- Yeah.

We're about 300 feet from freedom

and I can get us across.

Don't go native on me now.

What are you trying to do?

Shanghai my pal?

Changed our minds.

Sorry, changed our mind.

I can't believe it, Ned.

They're going to catch us.

No, I promise you.

All we need is $100

off that shrine out there.

When the procession starts...

I am going to be holding on

to a part of the float.

Okay, good.

Then Father Levesque will say:

"Suffer the little children

to come unto me. "

Here, take one of these.

Then I will hold out my hands...

then you will come forward

with the child...

- bring the afflicted child forward...

- Okay.

...so that the child can join the group...

of afflicted children.

I'm trying to explain these rules to you...

I'm listening.

...so that you will be able

to follow them when the time comes.

Okay, good.

Then the child will stand in the group.

- You will stand near the child...

- Okay.

...and wait for the signal

from Father Levesque.

- Okay, good.

- Are you following this?

Because we won't be able

to discuss it at the time.

We can only discuss it now.

Hail Mary.

Now, first,

we will all gather into the square.

And then there will be the brass band,

and the children's choir...

will say the Ave Maria.

And then they will raise the crucifix.

The altar boys will gather.

Father Levesque will raise his hand,

and then you say what?

I say, "Follow...

"I will pray for the inter... "

- The intercession.

- "Intercession...

- "for the unfortunates. "

- Yes.

- You got my money?

- Excuse me?

You got my money?

The procession's starting in 15 minutes.

Excuse me, aren't we going to

finish discussing this?

Yeah, it's going be fine, will you?

Hey, you are one money-grubbing b*tch!

What's the matter with you?

Whatever, but the kid don't march

in the parade without I get $100.

You're going to get your

goddamn money!

How'd you get this way?

None of your business.

What are you to me? Nothing.

You want me to pray,

you want me to screw...

you want me to march in the parade?

Pay me.

Nice talk in front of your kid.

She can't hear you. She's deaf!

They shot him!

They shot who?

The one they were looking for,

the convict.

He was trying steal the money.

Jimmy!

They shot the convict!

He tried to get away,

but they had to shoot him.

Ah hell, Jimmy. Where?

He ran inside the general store.

They chased him inside the general

store and he tried to get a gun.

Move!

Coming through.

Warden, I was just about to...

Send for the doc.

Get some more men over here.

It's him. We've got our convict.

I think he needs a priest.

I'm a priest.

Father, I've been shot.

I'm very happy for you.

He was trying to steal.

I saw him over by the gun case...

Come on, get him out of here.

Get him locked up.

He's gonna die, let him die in jail.

It's a priest. Let him through.

Jimmy, I'm so sorry I told you

we got to get out of here.

What are you talking about?

I ain't gonna die.

Get this goddamn priest out of here!

Bobby!

This man is on his last leg.

Come on, hurry up.

Get out of the way, move back.

Come on,

get that goddamn thing in here.

- Gently.

- Come on, get him down there.

Now, look, he give you any sass,

you let him drown in his own blood.

Ned?

Wait a minute! Get me that priest!

I want to talk to that priest!

Father, this way now.

I want to confess my sins!

You son of a b*tch,

ain't there a Christian among you?

All right, Father. This way.

He don't look that sick.

- Excuse me.

- I don't think he's religious.

Get me that priest!

Forgive this poor boy for what he did.

He knew not what he did.

Deliver him from evil. Amen.

Let him...

Let his soul rest in some peace

for all the terrible sins he did.

He was a bad person,

but he repents for his sins.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

I thought you were dead.

It's been a long time

since my last confession.

Yeah, but why'd you have

to shoot that deputy, Bob?

Cut the comedy,

you would've done the same thing.

I'm not asking you where you got

the priest togs, am I?

That's your business.

Just tell me how we get out of here.

I'm sorry for you, Bob.

You're what?

You stand to gaff for the men you shot.

I am so sorry.

And if there's anything I could do

to make you more comfortable...

What, are you joking?

What can I do, Bob? You know...

You!

Doc says you're going to live

long enough for us to fry you.

Escape from prison.

Murder of two guards.

Murderous assault on an officer.

Now, Father, you finish up here.

I'm coming back in here in five minutes.

And then you're going to tell me

where those other two men are.

That's right.

What can I do, Bob?

What can I do to get you out of here?

I don't know, but you better do it,

or I'm gonna turn you in.

- They'll send us back inside.

- Inside?

No, you won't be going back inside.

I rat you out...

we're all gonna fry

for those guards we shot.

Excuse me?

You shot the guards, Bob.

No, I think not.

I think you shot the guards.

No. You shot the guards, Bob.

No, I think you shot them!

I think that you shot the guards.

And I think that that's going to be

my dying confession.

So what are you going to do

to get me across that border?

- Father, are you about done?

- Yeah.

I believe he's dying.

I'm going back.

I have to get another priest...

to help me administer the last rites.

We'll be upstairs, Father.

Here, put this on.

I couldn't get the $100.

- Where the hell you been?

- Bobby's in the slammer.

- What?

- Yeah.

He's in the jail. He shot a cop,

and they shot him.

They got him here?

Look, he saw me. He knows we're here.

He's gonna rat us out

unless we help him escape.

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