Sister Act MDT 2023

Hello, Philadelphia! Give a hometown crew welcome to me, Dolores Van Cartier. Merry Christmas, 1976! 7. Take me to heaven, take me to ecstasy. I'll give you all I've got, 'cause nothing does not. It's when you move with me, no, no doubt. And when you shine your stuff and do your thing, I just can't help but rest and pray. You're so strong, so sweet, your love makes me complete.

I just want you at my feet.

Take me to heaven. Take me to kingdom come. I'll take any path. Just take me now. Take me, take me higher. Take me, take me higher, higher. Next one will be audition curtain. I don't know how you do what you do. I can't get close to what you do. You're my hope, you're my dream, you rock my world, you reign supreme. Do I got rhythm or what's this? I thought first we got to make love pills. He's got the boogie that rules my soul. He's got the boogie, makes me lose control. And then when the crowd's going crazy for us, I'll bring it home. Take me to heaven, take me to paradise. So what do you think, Curtis?

Well, baby, you look good, you move good, you sound good.

So can I sing in your club?

No.

What?

You're not ready to sing it, my love. But Curtis, you promised me. I promised you I'd think about it.

But I'm ready.

Boys, what do you think? I don't know, Uncle Curtis.

I thought they were good. Yeah!

What?

They're no good.

They're no good. They're no good. Baby, they're no good. No, actually, I think I had a great beat. You could dance to it.

See, TJ likes it.

TJ's Mudneff. They say whatever I have skips a generation. I can't say it.

Baby, we're not messing around here like when I downvoted McDonald's.

Everyone is getting discovered, and I'm going nowhere fast.

Maybe we should try someplace else.

Someplace else? Where you gonna go without me, baby? I will open those doors when you're ready, I promise.

You will?

What do you think? I am so sorry.

You're right. Thank you.

And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I can't be with you tomorrow, baby.

But Chris, it's Christmas Day.

I know.

Damn, I was looking forward to that.

I got you a present. When you open it, you'll know how much you really mean to Merry Christmas.

Boys, I'm meeting up back.

Why'd she get a present? Did she drool?

I know what it's got to be. It's a white fox fur, like what Donna Summer wore when she played Philly. She showed up all clean, all simple. She looked so classy and she sang so nasty. Oh, la la la la. Give it here. Oh my word, somebody shot a Smurf. Girl, it's Dad. I hope it died because she's gonna put it around her neck. Hey, don't laugh at Curtis. It's the thought that counts, right? Maybe I could be all blue and sequins. What's it say? Where's it from? Cynthia. Oh, Cynthia! Is that the shop on Market? No, Cynthia is the wife on Rittenhouse Square. The man gave me his wife's coat. I can't believe it. Merry Christmas to me. You know, my psychoanalysis says that women always date their fathers. Well, that's stupid. I never knew my father. He walked out on us when we when we were little, and all I ever heard about him was how horrible he was. Exactly, so you date guys that are horrible. He'll never clean up fully. Want a Guaylou? No, I don't need Curtis. I can do Undiscovered all by myself. I've had it. You have had nothing. You just better shut up, sit down, and do what Curtis says. No, not this time. I've been hearing shut up and sit down since first grade at St. Mary's. 12 whole years of those nasty old nonsense Then producers, promoters, club owners, the jive never varies. I'm too this, I'm too that, I'm too much, I'm not quite, I'm too loud, too demanding, too wrong, too not right. Well, too bad if you think I should stay out of sight. Honey, open your eyes, let me show you the light. I need your club, I need your blue fur, and I don't need you. Look at my style, couldn't be more glam. Look at my look, can you say hot damn? And once you know what I am, me, I'm fabulous, baby. Look at my moves, don't pick up your mind. Drama and talent and sex combined. Hell, you can tell even if you're blind. Can't you see I'm fabulous, baby? I'm meant to be where the spotlight shines. Born to be on display. Built to be dressed to the nines. Ready to stand and say, hey, look at me. Can't you see I'm fabulous, baby? Fabulous, baby! Check me out. Ain't no doubt where this girl will go. Well, look at the time, honey. I can't stay. Look what you can do. So damn fabulous, baby. Can't you see me lit up on the stage as the cameras adore me? Can't you see me out walking red carpets in duet? Can't you see all my millions of fans screaming desperately for me? I'm a diva, a goddess, a star on the brink. A house-rocking vision in hot shocking pink. A rye and the whole kitchen sink. It's time for the world to find out what you think. Whoa, whoa, look at me. Can't you see? She's fabulous, baby. Yeah, I'm fabulous, baby. Feast your eyes. Can't disguise my star quality. But look at the time, honey. I can't stay. Look like you can, 'cause I'm on my way. Me, I'm fabulous, baby. Fine and fabulous. Fabulous, baby, so damn fabulous. Wait and see. Next, boss.

Oh, I got a special place for you, Worthy. But first, I know how you love a joke.

Oh, you do know I love a good joke, boss.

Good. Knock knock. Who's that? What were you doing for 4 hours down at the police station talking to an officer, Eddie Sullivan? Yeah, what were you doing at the police station talking to an officer, Eddie Sullivan?

Who?

One of my boys has been talking to the cops, and my gut tells me it's you, Ernie.

It wasn't me, it was Joey!

What? Oh no, I wouldn't tell on you, boss. Love you.

CJ? That's equal. Pablo? I won't tell on you. So it wasn't any of you? No!

Well, then I guess I just got to go with my gut.

I saw nothing. Now it's just a whole mess of nothing. Uh, I was, uh, just coming here to thank you for this, uh, beautiful blue fur because it just goes with everything. And, and oh, oh, look at Ernie. He's just taking a little nap. Little school nap. Before he goes to some of the things that he wants to go to.

Dolores, baby.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. You mustn't wake Ernie up. Come on, I mean, he's sleeping, you know? So I'm just gonna slide right on here, just gonna move on out here, and I just want to say thank you and that I've not seen anything that could possibly land you in jail. No, of course not! I'm just gonna— yeah, okay, bye.

Pause. What do we do? Bring him back here. I think it's time we have a little talk Get me back up!

Go that way!

That way! She went that way!

Yeah, go! Help me! I just saw somebody kill somebody!

Who killed who?

Ernie! Ernie Williams got killed!

Ernie Williams got killed? Yeah, he was our best informant.

Informant?

I bet Curtis Jackson killed him. Yeah.

What?

I know you too, Doris Carter.

It's still Doris Van Cartier now, so Cartier's. I do know you, high school!

Yeah, that was me.

You had a crush on me. Yeah, that was me. Every time I'd come around, you'd get so nervous you'd start to sweat.

That wasn't me.

I caught you sweating!

I'd appreciate it if you'd stop.

Sweaty Eddie!

How you doing, Sweaty Eddie?

Come on, let's go, let's move it, boys! I'll be right back. Sweaty Eddie.

That's not my name!

Sweaty Eddie? Damn.

Look, Doris—

It's Dolores.

Curtis needs to be put away. I've been working on this case for over a year, so we've got a lot of hidden film on him.

You're not safe.

You saw Arnie get killed, and you need protection. And there's no protection like the Philadelphia Police Department.

How are you gonna hide me? How are you gonna hide this?

Here's a picture of the last guy who talked, or what's left of him.

No, you gotta help me!

You gotta be our witness.

No way!

Look, Curtis will kill you. We need you to testify against him so we can put him away.

But what's gonna happen to me?

We'll meet in a place you never think to look. And we're gonna disguise you.

I mean, I gotta go. Can you talk to Wait a minute. What? I've got the perfect place. Let's go.

Hey, what about your gun?

Guns make me nervous. Got a man who wants to kill me and a cop without a gun. Goody goody. Amen! Thank you, sisters. Off to Christmas Mass we go. And remember, the Lord loves us when we sing, even like that. Come on, Senior, there will be so few people in church this evening, we will not Notice how poorly they sing.

Which brings me to my news.

What is it?

The archdiocese is threatening to shut down our church.

Yes, I've heard those rumors.

An offer has been made to purchase the church.

Who would buy a church?

Two bachelors who deal in antiques. Just last week I saw them eye the chapel, loudly say the word Gothic 3 times, and cling to one another for support.

No one will buy this church. Who is that at this hour?

I'm from the Philadelphia Police Department. They need to hide a wayward woman in our condo.

A wayward woman? But Monsignor, I—

They are making a generous financial donation.

I see. Take that as a test.

Coming, coming.

Dear God, if this is a test, I cannot fail with you by my side. May she be of faith, of modesty— Wow, look at this place! Damn! Perhaps the choir of angels drowned me out and you didn't hear me, Lord. Faith, modesty, hope.

Look what you're wearing.

Well, when I got dressed this morning, did I know there was going to be a murder? What's that smell? Incense? Incense? That ain't no incense. Somebody's smoking weed.

Mother Superior, this is Dolores.

Dolores Van Cartier, as in Cartier's.

Thank you, Mother Superior, for letting her hide here for the moment.

What? This is the perfect place?

You'll hide here and be inconspicuous.

Inconspicuous? How can she be inconspicuous? A neon sign blinking "Wah Wah Food Market" is less conspicuous. Pardon us for a minute. Monsignor, I must urge you to reconsider. Considered.

Mother Superior, you took a vow of silence.

I take it back. I suppose if it must be, then it must be.

It must be.

Very well then. Welcome to Queen of Angels.

Thank you. Come, Officer Southern, let us make preparations. And there is Tawny Pork, you might as well have 4 mats. Behave yourself.

Well, yes, okay, okay, great acoustics. I'm in a church with a bunch of nuns. Yeah, I like that. Hey, I'm a singer, professional. Oh, when this is all over, could I perhaps use this space for a couple of weekends? Fridays, Saturdays? Sundays are usually booked. I just wanted to say thank you for letting me stay here, and I really dig what you nuns are doing. I mean, like in The Sound of Music, when the nuns stole the Nazis' car parts so the singing children could get away? That's some good stuff. Thank you. So, um, while I'm here, here are my ground rules. I'll need 3 meals a day and 2 rooms, one for my clothes, one for my downtime. And these are my rules. Rules: you will stay in your room. When you are not in your room, You will behave as a nun. Do you know how a nun behaves? Hey, I went to Catholic school as a kid. The benefits of which are quite apparent. Nothing. You will only come out of your room for meals or prayer. Do you pray, child? Well, one time I saw Donna Summer live and I said, I, and she was wearing this white dress with this white fox fur and I said, I said, Lord, I wish I had that dress. Is that Catholic? No. This is a different world you enter now. Behind these walls, we live a life of adoration and grace. This is a sanctuary. Outside, life's a mess. No one's pure of spirit any longer. There's no wrong or right, just wrong and wronger. People have abused themselves to death. Outside, life is grim, filled with smut and scandal to the brim. I suppose there may be reward in it. Frankly, I don't plan to hold my breath. But here within these walls, all is stripped away. Surrender and hope. That's all that is expected. Here within these walls, life has a different pace than life beyond our doors. And for what it's worth, this life's now yours. Do you think I can get a light anywhere? I saw a mess of candles Not in here. Oh, is there a smoking section? Rest here and you're headed for it. Outside, all this vice. People now are absolutely shameless. Most including those who shall be nameless hardly seem to know or even care. Outside, all this sin, and I won't have the outside coming in. Trust me, it's a battle you won't win. Frankly, dear, you haven't got a prayer. Miss Van Cartier, as long as you reside here, you must divest yourself of all worldly possessions.

Is that clear?

So put aside your gluttony, put aside your pride. As for carnal lust, You'll need a break, I trust. Put it all aside. Put aside your temperance, profanity as well. Put aside each remnant of your former profession. Now, as long as you reside here, you must swear this habit. No waiting. Pardon me? I mean, I guess I guess I could dress it up a little. We have worn this since the 14th century. It does not cry out for accessories. If I put on this dress, I will just drop dead! Well then, we have a plan. And replace this, now I guess, with a fabulous baby. Stuck in this dump with that piece of freakin' furniture. There ain't no way that I'll manage. I'll make a fabulous baby. I'll just hold sway here in this world. Life is truly blessed. Here it's okay. Celestial protected. Here within these walls holds forth the very best, and always shall be thus. And if heaven's will be done, here shall just be One more night, safe within these walls, as one. I don't know about you, but I'm feeling real joyful and triumphant. Oh, Mary Robert, don't you just love Christmas? Christ is born! That's what we have to say. Sisters, before we begin our humble Christmas feast prepared to us by Sister Mary Celeste and Sister Mary Irene, let us bow our heads and give thanks Thanks to the Prince of Peace. Hey everybody! I am starving! Sisters, allow me to introduce you to our newest member, Sister Mary Clarence, for Saint Clarins of Yame. That is correct. Yes, the patron saint of prisoners everywhere. Sister Mary Clarence I guess it's distancing us from— Rome, Caesarea? No. Detroit? No, good guess. It's a more progressive order. What's your name, little sister? Sister Mary Robert. Wow, you're young. I'm a postulant. Oh, I used to get low on money myself at times, but I never turned to that. No judgment here. Like I always say, Let he who is without sin get stone first. Will you join us? Please sit. This way. Right there. Sit down. I'm Sister Mary Lazarus. This is Sister Mary Martin of Tours. She's in her own little world. Did the smoke change color? Do we have a new Pope? Smoke it. We're at Christmas dinner with the new nun. Who's that? There goes Teresa. Wow, she's old. Everywhere I had it, when they found the Shroud of Turin, they called her to verify the likeness. I'm in the room. I can hear you. Mary Clarence, my name is Mary Patrick, and I just want to say welcome to Queen of Angels, and I was wondering if you would lead us all in prayer. I shall pray with Mary Clarence. She has taken a vow of modesty and eschews all attention. Let us pray. In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Smokes. Ghost, ghost, ghost. Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. For a horse. And yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of noof, I shall fear no hunger. And the Lord give us this our daily bread. And to the Republic and for which it stands. Power vested in me, I declare you ready to eat. Ready to eat at last. Thank God Almighty, we can eat at last. Okay! What is this stuff? Mud.

Mud?

What is mud? Where do you find mud? What part of the store? What part of the zoo? Sister Mary Clarence. It ain't mine. It ain't mine. Sisters, perhaps a ritualized fast would help Sister Mary Clarence understand the measure of of her devotion. A fast! Now we're talking. No, I'm hungry. Please, I'm hungry. I shall leave you to your profound contemplation. Who else but a nun gets to fast? Mary Clarence, what's your favorite What's your favorite part about being a nun? Uh, well, um, uh—

Come on!

There's so much to choose from! The joy of waking up at 4 AM right on the dot. The thrill of meditating all day long in just one spot. Or how about reading scripture till your eyes begin to glaze? Or basking in the magic of your favorite Latin phrase. The peace when you surrender all your pride. Your name. Your gender. Consuming holy wafers by the ton. Yuck! It's bracing. It's a tonic. It's a moral hyaluronic. Praise the Lord, it's good to be a nun. It's grim and unrelenting, but for those who love repenting. Praise the Lord, it's good to be a nun. No, no, you forgot the best part. Oh yeah? Yeah. There's nothing like the rush of doing chores for Christ our Lord. Renouncing all possessions is of course its reward. Or how about confessing for an hour? Two! No, three! Or teaching little children how to keep their palms hair-free. I love the sweet sensation of extremes of flagellation. And then you flag dance all pretty. And we didn't even mention all the sexual abstention. It's good to be a nun. Hey, that's just for starters. All the lucky girls are martyrs. Hallelujah, it's good to be a nun. Sacrifice. Humility. Obedience. Hallelujah. Seclusion. That's the best. Oh yeah. Indeed. Amen. And Haven't we learned even misery's okay? Only when you're miserable can you feel truly blessed. So, spotlight's back on you, sister. Your turn. Uh, my favorite parts of being a nun. Um, the instant convent mixers. What? TV night! How about that? Please say that there's a jacuzzi where you sisters sit jackin'! You're funny! Wet bar? No. Tasting?

Uh-uh.

Cigarette machines? No. Or even just a room with some old People magazines? Old People magazines? A couch?

A chair?

A toilet bathroom? Central air? I don't need them all. Just, just maybe one. Wow, your old mother really was progressive. All that I can say is damn, I guess I better pray! Praise the Lord, it's good to be alive! It's a compunction! The strictness of the unclean, oh, the praying, oh, the kneeling, oh, that precious baptized feeling, oh, the silence, the subjection, why, it's practically perfection! Holy freaking ghost, what have I done? I mean, yay!

Yay!

One thing's very We're just darn lucky that we're here. What's more, our path to heaven's just begun. Tell me now. Impatient sister. Against the world, you're mustered in, you're locked inside a cloister. Hallelujah, it's good to be a praise the Lord, it's good to be a glory be, it's good to be a nun. Amen. Mother Superior, can we please forget the fasting? Everyone's gone now.

What?

A fast will bring you an awareness of life that could do you some good. Hey, I don't need you to lecture me on my life. That wasn't part of the deal. You lecture me on my life? Really? In a city with over 1 million people, you don't have a single friend that would let you in. In a time when success in the music business is blossoming, you can't find a job. And when your married lover finds out what you have done, he will try to have you killed. God has sent you here for a reason. Take the hint. Well, I don't care about that 'cause I'm fine, so Sister Mary. Sister Mary Robert.

Robert.

Sister Mary Robert. Is there any bread or wine from communion that he's throwing out? 'Cause I can throw it out right now. I'm hungry. Never mind. Good night. I hope that dreadful noise doesn't keep you up all night. Noise? From that bar. A bar? Oh, it's a dreadful place with cigarette smoke. What? Alcohol. No way. Cheesesteaks. Where is this place? Across the street. Well, I am going to go shut it down right now. Want to be my backup? Mary Clarence, we never leave the convent. Mary Clarence? Mary Clarence? Let's go, silly! She needs backup! Hey, easy! Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were so delicate.

Everything in order?

Bailey's side, Officer Southern.

You got nothing on me. Oh yeah? We just pulled Ernie's body out of a dumpster behind your club. That's That's circumstantial evidence, Sweaty Eddie. You can call me all the names you want, just know I'm sitting pretty.

Superwoman!

Curtis, just know we got a secret witness who's gonna help us put you away. They got a stool pigeon? Who'd they get to squeal? I don't know. With all I've done, it could be anybody. That's Dolores's coat.

Desgraciada, ¿cómo no hizo eso?

Their witness is Dolores. What are we gonna do, boss?

Yeah, how are we doing this?

Boys, why look nervous? We have everything we need right where we need it. So they have Dolores fine. Dolores fine. No, how are we gonna do that, boss? Quiet, quiet! Remember who you're talking to here. I know Dolores. I know the way that she thinks. I know her habits. I know the stuff she's all about. I know the people she knows and all the places she goes. I know her up, down, and slide out.

I know the beats that she's got.

I know what gets the girl hot. I know I've got the inside track. And yeah, I know she's upset. Well, let her play hard to get. 'Cause if I know one thing, I'm getting her back. Because I know that girl, I mean I feel that girl, I understand that girl. And if I want that girl, I'm gonna get that girl. Ain't gonna let that girl get away. No way. I'm gonna find that girl, I'm gonna kill that girl. to what she needs. I bet wherever she's at, I bet she's trapped like a rat and pacing up, down, around the floor. Sure, sure, she's starting to sweat. That girl is bugging. I bet, bet she's got one eye on the door. Tell us more. I bet she's missing her gigs. I bet she's missing her moves. I I bet she's tearing out her hair.

Yeah, yeah.

I bet she's pissing up on and getting ready to run. And when she does, you bet I'm gonna be there. I know her. See right through her. I understand what I have got to do to her. 'Cause when I get her, ain't gonna let her Pretty soon like a looking at a world. Whoa, when I find my baby. I ain't letting her go. No, she ain't gone too far. Go and check each discotheque, tavern and more going by. Deck with a lot of straw matches. Pretty soon that girl is looking at a world of woe. Oh no, when I find my baby, I ain't letting her go. No, she ain't gone too far. Go and check each discotheque, tavern, and bar. Go and find my baby.

No, no, no! Okay, focus. How are we going to find her notice in a whole big city like Philadelphia, right?

It's not like she's just gonna walk in and say Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas! I was, but now I'm fat. Get me a cheesesteak and a beer. What the hell is Christmas? You got it. I don't have any money. Bless you.

Okay, so Pablo, you take North Philly and West Philly and Center Philly too. Pablo, you take Germantown. I'll stay here in South Philly. Everyone ready?

No, hold on. Let's finish our drinks first.

Um, Merry Christmas, sister.

Thank you.

Next round's on me.

Wow, everyone's so nice. It is good to be a nun. Oh my goodness, why are we here? Mother Superior was right not to let us out. Oh, Flory, Flory, what are you doing in this place? We don't belong here. No, it's fine. Everyone loves nuns. Watch. Uh, two Which is next? Your breath test. I'll get it down me! Listen to that music. This must be called Protestant Field. Those lights! How are they doing that? I feel like I'm in the Book of Revelation. Little angels! Little angels! Gotcha! Are you an angel? We're coming to help! Okay, let's get our cheese sticks and we'll get out of here. Is that a jukebox? Oh, now we're talking! It's only a nickel. Do you got a nickel? You want a nickel?

Hey, who's got a nickel?

Oh, I got a nickel for you, sister! Why don't you need one?

Merry Christmas!

That's Dolores! Dolores Rob Bagley! If God does not strike this place down with lightning He owes Sodom and Gomorrah a written letter of apology. Good night, Mother Superior. Good night, Mother Superior.

What were you thinking? They were this close, this close from you. They mistook a drag queen for you.

An honest mistake. Miss L'Entardier, you have endangered two of our youngest sisters. I will speak with both of you tomorrow. What do you What you have done is beyond the pale. Well, Curtis— Damn you, Eddie, this is all your fault.

What are you talking about? All you had to do was be quiet in a convent.

How long am I gonna have to stay in this place?

The judge set your court date in a year.

A year? Are you out of your mind? Curtis is gonna find me before he even sets foot in court. What are you gonna do about it?

I'm gonna protect you, just like I'm protecting you now.

Well, I'm feeling a whole hell of a lot better. Curtis is gonna find me.

I am doing the best that I can.

The best you can is not good enough. The best you can is gonna get me killed. I must have been crazy to think I could count on you, Sweaty Eddie. Sweaty Eddie. Sweaty Eddie.

All of my life, that's what they've called me, and that's what I've been. The blur in the background, the king of uncool. The first in the office, last in the pool. And it's true, but what can I do? Tell me, why can't she see there's much more to me? Deep within. Picture God, a knight in rhinestone armor, gleaming his eyes. Brazilian, what smart. Sure friends and moves that get 'em staring, a turn of heads, cool beyond comparing. Bringing the pride with a spring in his stride and a fistful of style. And I I could be that guy. I could be the cock of the walk or the talk of the town, leading the pack when the action goes down. Yes, I, I bet you I could set the world astir if I'd only let myself try. Well, I could be that guy for—

I wish I know.

I've never been a charmer. Charmer, charmer, charmer. I can My God, I would show them, but God, I could be a dude all in white bathing light on the floor living out the party. The crowd shouts for a yes. I, I could holler yes to destiny. Time to step out, no more fear, no more doubt. It's time to grow so we can start to fly. Oh my, oh my, oh my. I just got to believe. I just got to, got to, got to believe. If I'd only believe, if I'd only believe, I guess I could be that guy. I could be the crew of the one such a powerful rage. This Oh my goodness, I'll always be Sweaty Eddie to her. Maybe someday, maybe someday.

The sisters have made it clear to me that they followed you out of their own volition. They would have never ventured out had it not been for you. I'm sorry, but But they don't want to be stuck behind these walls all the time. These walls are the only protection they have. But there's no— These are my sisters, and I will not allow them to be put in harm's way. So, what are you going to do though? Kick me out? I will speak to Officer Souther and Monsignor O'Hara. As for now, I shall restrict your activities to a single task. You're a musician, true? Yes. So you're comfortable working with other musicians, true? Yes, when it comes to working with others, I have a certain joie de vivre. You can sing with our choir. Are they any good? There are no words. Come on, that's nice. See what happens when we talk? It's a beautiful thing.

Hello, Superior.

Monsignor.

This Sunday, after Mass, we are to be visited by a Mr. Swanson and a Mr. Lardner.

I do not know these gentlemen.

Perhaps you know them as the bachelors who deal in antiques. They have struck deals with the archdiocese and will be arriving check in hand. It pains me to tell you that this church will be no more.

But what of the sisters?

They will be split up, sent to various parishes The old one will be sent home.

But this is awful! What of my prayers?

Mother Superior, look around. God has answered your prayers. You just don't like the answer.

Celestial be protected, holds forth a very vast— Come on, sisters, come on! We let you sleep until 4:15. This isn't Club Med. Let's roll up our sleeves and praise the Lord with choir practice. Is this the rehearsal? It sure is. Come on in, sing a spell. Soprano or alto? Whatever you need. Go sit by Mary Teresa. There are no words. Alright, let's take you from Benedicta in G. Very hard, of course. Woohoo, G! No, that's it! Give us Barabbas! Okay, forget G. How about everyone just picks the key they like best? What was that? That was soul music. Quiet! I see what's going on here. Mother Superior has sent in a ringer. She's been trying to get back at me ever since that Folkmaster fiasco of '67, and now she's got Barbra Streisand coming in here wailing away and taking over. Mary Lazarus, you're terrific, but we really could use some help. I'm plastering, listen, I'm not trying to take your job, but I could help you out. You're not afraid of hard work, are you? I'm a nun. My life is like stations of the cross, but without the Oh, look, you made a little joke. Okay, sisters, listen up. When you're singing, it's not just notes. This is rejoicing. You're singing to the Lord. You got to remember that. we dig down deep inside. When you call, we'll hear it there. Don't fear from in our fear and let that sucker rush through. Raise your voice, lift it up to heaven. Raise your voice Come on, don't be shy. If you feel it, why conceal it? Let your soul rejoice. Raise the stakes, raise the game, raise your bar. Stand up and make some noise. Why so quiet? Get right up and try it. Mother Superior says we sing modestly before the Lord. And Mary Clarence is saying it's the word of God. Why should we whisper it? Amen! Don't you deny it. Stand and sing with pride. Go, girl! Bigger. Bolder. Biker. Better! Bassist! Soprano! Alto! Thank you! It gets the setup right. Uncle seizures. So, so you're part of a group now, so you've got to— it's not just you that's singing, it's everyone. You got to sing together. No. Ah! Raise a sweatshirt, raise a bell, raise your voice! All right, everyone, time to put your books down and really let it rip! Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah. Hallelujah! Now raise it up! Hallelujah! Raise it up! Hallelujah! Raise it up! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Mary Roberts, give me some Gloria! 1, 2, 3, go! Gloria in the chalice of David. I can't hear you! Glory up, and it shall cease, deyo! Now you join her in third. Glory up, and it shall cease, deyo! Rock that, deyo! Very nice! Do you think you can pick up the temple without getting too winded? Winded? Stand back, sister. I can take it into whose deyo? I'll just get more confident. All right, now you sisters stand up and join her. Stand quiet in poetry!

Raise your voice!

Let your mojo revel! Raise your voice! Let your freak flag fly! Don't be quiet while nobody looks back! It's time to rise! Raise a fist! Raise who came, raise it to a higher plane. Raise who objects, raise the devil. Raise it up, raise it up, raise your voice. Lift it up to heaven, raise your voice. Spread it 'cross the sky. Blast and flare it, sing and share it, help the world rejoice. Raise a swish, raise a cheer, raise it to the stratosphere. Raise your strength, raise your spirit, raise it high in the spirit. Raise your heart, raise your soul, raise it high.

And that is why we say Job got off easy. So welcome to you, the few, the last remaining Christians in the tri-state area. Now for our musical offering, the sisters shall singing for us. It is my understanding that the group will be under the musical direction of Sister Mary Clarence.

Well, she can't ruin it. The air is blue, the land is vast, fruits, fruits, fruit trees, trees. My sisters, that was lovely. A lesson that even Sister Mary— 5, 6, 7, 8! We're the Queen of Angels Choir. We exist back in Genesis, but in the good world after, we remained blind, but now we can see. See, we're the same. Pray and I pray every night and each day. Pray and I pray till you sweep me away. Ah, you must simply do divine. Take me to heaven. Take me to ecstasy. Ecstasy! Nothing just happens when you're moving me. No, no, no, please shut yourself and do your thing. I just can't help surrendering. You're so strong, you're so sweet, you're what makes me complete. I just worship at your feet. Take me to heaven. Just take me now.

What is this music? I've never heard it before. It soothes the soul. It's like a ballad of humanism.

I still don't know what that means. Stop this at once!

This is sacrilegious!

I kind of like this part. What are you doing? I'm putting people in the future. Mary, Mary, take me to heaven, take me to paradise. Oh, it feels so <LYRICS>Tell me what you want, I can't resist. Day and night I'm yours for you. I'll get on my knees, just save me please.</LYRICS> All right folks, if you like what you're hearing, then shake your pockets to the beat and throw what you can find into the offering plate so we can keep on sending love to the man above! Don't know how you do what you do. It's like you're almost too good to be true. My hope, you're my dream.

You are my world.

You raise a breeze. Mary Lazarus, this is all about the Pope Mass, isn't it? You got the boogie! You're going to boogie. That's what you control. Everyone works on you. My booty's heading for a special place where people shake it, dig it, rent it, love it, and freeze. I want Dolores out of out here by the end of this service.

Where's she gonna go?

I don't care where she goes. Get her out now. Take me higher. Take me higher. Oh, take me to heaven. Take me to heaven. Take me to heaven! Take me to heaven! Take me to heaven! Take me there! Heavenly Father, you are throwing quite a few curveballs my way. Please help me to know what is your will. Sign. Give me a sign. Bless me, Father, for it's been 2 days since my last confession. Mother Superior. She's everywhere. Look, I know you don't trust me, but this could be bigger than Broadway, bigger than Vegas. This is a house of worship. I know, and that's the issue. You see, people like going to theaters, and they like going to casinos, but they don't like going to church. Why? Because it's a drag. Here's the church, here's the steeple, open the doors, there ain't no people. As of tomorrow, Sister Mary Lazarus resumes her leadership of the choir. This is non-negotiable. You are ruining the church.

I'm doing the best I can.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

Yes, yes, I'm sure you have, and that's fine. But, Mother Superior, people are hearing the music and they are— they are coming into the church Father, they're throwing money into the collection. This is a success.

It is?

And that is not all. The bachelors who deal in antiques love the service. They're donating the money they were going to use to purchase the church with to keep our services going. Here is the check.

Father? Father? The check!

And in the memo they've written a special message.

Mary, you are fierce. How did they know my name was Mary? I have spoken to Officer Souther about transferring her to our reading diocese.

I do hope she can stay. I adore this music, Reverend Mother. Sister Mary Clarence is God-sent. You are a visionary.

You are a visionary. I'm a godsend. I can hear you smiling. God just sent me here for a reason. Take the hymns. One hymn per service. But that doesn't include encores.

People, your vibrations are beautiful. Let me tell you, this is a really big tabernacle and you are filling it with a lot of love right now. Our sisters have worked up a nutty little number which we think is really, really special. But first, our restoration. Let's check the tote board. Symphony! It's all about the love and the giving. You people are marvelous. Give yourselves a round of applause. In the name of the Father, the Son, and you know who, I give you Sister Mary Clarence and our own Queen of Angels Singers. Lay it on us, sisters!

It's time to rock the music at that Sunday morning river. It's a sound that turns your soul around until it makes you a believer. Every priest, every deacon, everyone who feels the beat starts freaking. Catch the bug, ride the groove, boogie till you feel Let your spirit move. Come and get that Sunday morning buzz. Give the Lord a try. Sisters, sisters, the reviews are in.

The Philadelphia Inquirer: If you see only one Roman Catholic Mass this season, let this be it.

Courier Post: I laughed, I cried, I felt the guilt of a retired No sin! Variety! Oh, next question, next step! Sisters, please, let us assume an attitude of prayer. Hands nearby, please. Oh, not the variety! Everything that woman does infects us more and more. Things were bad the way it was, but Lord, you're killing us with the cure.

And now we're back. Let's take another look at that thermometer. And we have balcony open for the first time in 30 years.

Let's hear it from the balcony! Of Christ the King until you pull your pelvic muscle. Get confessed, get anointed, take it down like you were double jointed. Feel the flow, dig the sea, sing it like you're Mary Magdalene. Come and get that Sunday morning rush. Make your footies fly! Oh, Mary Claire, I'm just having so much fun! Me too! This morning I thanked God for bringing you here.

Come on, boys! Report in the paper! Everybody in the city is going to see this! This keeps going and crowds keep growing, the word is gonna spread!

That's good for the content!

Every mention just means more attention, and you won't be so fabulous if you're dead.

Now put your hands in the air and make one loud prayer. Let's just talk to you so that you understand you gotta tell the light down your chair. A hippie to the hippie to the geek dog with too many knees. I'm a brother to a sister, but if I was a boy sister, I'd hang on to a rosary. Now what made you such a But my heels are colossal when I rock the mic, just like in a hustle, and I don't stop until your dance moves pop and I take it over the top. We got Mack, Mark, Luke, and John. Those guys are pros and there ain't no conks, so party on till the bricks bring it down. Like a sesame pumpkin filled with Oreo, which one? Dance the vibe, make some noise, do the bust up with the All-Star Boys. You can bet that That Sunday morning fever is the reason why I keep beatin' to a dancing beat. Gather your crew, some of you, and join that Sunday celebration. Join the celebration. Can you flex to get his super spin beat and punch your best sign in rotation? So, raise your hand, get them Clap my hands, you'll see the miracle!

A miracle! A miracle in the order of fish and loaves! Sisters, I have glad tidings! I've spoken with deacons, with the bishop, the archbishop, and Cardinal Krol.

What are your glad tidings, Monsignor? We have been invited to perform for His Holiness— Johnny Carson! His Holiness Pope Paul VI! Come and get that Sunday morning fever. Supernatural high. Pastor Phil was never so real.

And can't you feel the Sunday fever?

Just imagine what the world will make of them. Every secret will be laid open.

My boys saw her get into your cab. Where'd you take her? I don't know what you're talking about. The big-haired woman in the tacky boots. You just described every woman in Philadelphia.

Fair enough. I never saw her. That's the truth.

The truth! The truth is so relative. I'm no relative! I find that everyone has a truth they hold on to. But the second a gun comes out and is put upside someone's temple, I find that a whole new truth is revealed.

Let's see what truth we find now.

I know that song. That's Dolores' old song.

Wait, turn that up.

Villa Del Rio will get a people visit after all when Pope Paul VI comes to visit the city of brotherly love to see some sisterly love. Take it away, sisters.

Don't know how you do what you do. Uh-uh. You're almost too good to be true. Uh-uh. That you're not. Bitch, drop that.

I know what all your vows permit and I don't mind keeping it immaculate. What do we do, boss? Queen of Angels Church, South Philly. You know where she is. Now figure out a way to get around us.

But they're nuns.

Just get it done. How are we gonna get into a house of nuns?

Si, imposible. I can get in.

I can get up close to any woman, even a nun. Watch and learn. Yeah, baby, I'm talking to you. My name's Joey, and I'm a Libra. I dig sunsets, strumpling on the beach, and loving my neighbor as myself. Right now, neighbor, just close your eyes and picture what you're living.

Best— whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey lady, take a good long glance. I ain't no pastor, I'm a stone cold master of romance.

Joey, that ain't no way to talk to a lady.

Look, here's how you talk to a sister. Hey baby, my name is TJ. I'm gonna sweep you off your knees and take you to a place I like to call TJ Town. Bitch, drop that book. I know where all your vows were made, and I don't mind keeping it immaculate. Hey lady in the long black dress, let's steal away and go dance. And dress. Whoa, hey lady, why not take a chance? Come on, proud Mary, meet your missionary of the West. Why not lose that bailer in the wind? Oh baby, have some Sacramento wine. Let me lay it on your skin. Simple baby. Sister, you know I gotta. So let me worship at your shrine. And if you've got some mother, show me yours, I'll show you my heart.

Hi, Mommy, in a vestido provocativo.

Oh, you're right! In your eyes, I see two ombres exclusives. So yeah, my girl, so I'm a virgin, I'm so innocent, I'm just so, so friendly. You are no star, sweet lady, sweet lady, please tell me what's Latin for gas. Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey lady, don't you look Just can't forget Jehovah 'cause the wait is over. You have said no for romance. Oh man, what's new? See, no one else is saying no to us. Let's get to that convent and forget Dolores. Oh yeah! Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, baby, baby, baby, oh!

Oh, dear Scott. I know you move in mysterious ways, but this is one for the books. I'm frightened. Everything I've devoted my life to is falling apart. Please give me a sign so that I might have clarity and peace. I know my struggles pale in comparison to those who come before me. St. Anthony caught visions in the desert. St. Joan caught voices in her head. St. Ignatius got beat, then partially eaten, then hung by the feet until dead. St. Stephen got stoned, and St. Francis dissolved. All got tested, passed, doesn't work. Like her or not, just look what I got. Her. And not just her. I got disco piped into the cloister. I got glitter wherever you gaze. I've got celibate nuns out there shaking their buns, tricking you and your sons fully praised. I got altar boys prancing in silver lamé, read me a Mass with a strobe light display. Lord, if you're testing my faith, may I say it's not fair. With everything I got, I haven't got prepared. No, I got fog machines clouding the altar and a mirror ball over the apse. I've got half of a flock dressed to utterly shock and the rest wearing moon boots or chaps. I got bikers and addicts and punks in the pews, several transvestites, handful of Jews. Lord, can you blame me at all if I choose to despair? I mean, how could I not? I haven't got a prayer. I thought I'd get a glimpse of glory. I thought I'd get a taste of grace. I thought I'd get to bring your kingdom closer to earth. I thought I'd get to make this moment a world, a finer, gentler place, a haven for the soul, more kind, more pure, more whole. But no, I got priests doing moves like trouble, a communion that's somehow risqué, people All flailing their limbs, getting down to the hint, while their sanctity dims day by day. And I don't have a clue what to do except to grieve. Don't know in what or in who to believe. Lord, can you blame me at all if I choose to despair? So tell me, are you there? Tell me, do you care? You care. Lord, if you are near, if I could get your ear, I've had it up to here. Please make her disappear. Too late for that, I fear. You've made your answer clear. I haven't got a friend. Never had a friend. I haven't got a friend. Hello? Oh, hello, Officer Southern.

Oh no, no, I'm up.

Right now? If you could just repeat that to me one more time so I can make sure I'm hearing you correctly. You are coming to get Dolores and and she will no longer need to hide in this convent. Thank you, God. I never doubted you for a minute. Oh, Mary Clarence, we're just so anxious. We're performing for the Pope. I made a mistake. I can hardly breathe. I can't breathe. I'm so excited for us. Yesterday, the bakery truck driver, Mr. Muhammad, said that he was praying to Allah, but the Pope come and see us perform. Now that the Pope is here, he said, see, Allah answered my prayer. I tell you, when people bring up religion, you just got to smile and tune them out. The only thing left to calm our nerves now is to have a blessing. Good idea. Mary Clarence, would you lead us? Please, please, please, please. Oh, he's got it. Okay, circle up. Blessing. Blessing. Let's see, um, Bless our show, bless our music, bless the songs we're gonna sing. Bless the stage that we stand on when we stand and do our thing. Bless each line, every number, all the steps that we've rehearsed. And allow us, somehow, to be great at the worst. Bless each note and each lyric. Bless the help that's trying to stay on key. Bless the lights and the soundboard and the choreography. From the top of the downbeat till the final curtain call. Bless the day, bless our show, bless it all. Okay, that's all she wrote, everybody. It's time to go to bed and hit the hay. Bless our costumes! Give us sequin-styled striplets! Bless our moves! Make 'em killer! Let us nail the funky bits! Bless our vibes! Help us mojo! Help our booties shake on cue! Let us rest when we're stressed so the best shines through! Bless our riffs and arrangements! Let our solos truly rock! Help us tear up this sucker so they hear us down the block! Let us lay down the boogie Till it's bountiful to all. Bless our mics, bless our amps, bless it all. Let our voices gleam and glisten. Grant us strength to sing your best. And let all of those who listen feel they too are truly blessed. Bless our love and our friendship. May it somehow be enough. Most of all, keep us smiling when we're strutting all our stuff. Let us lift one another till our spirits fill the hall. Bless the beat! Bless the bass! Bless each person in this place. Bless the footlights. Bless the spotlights. Let them light up every face. Bless our hearts. Bless our souls. Bless our souls. Bless our church. Bless our sisters. Bless our show. Dolores! Dolores! I've just spoken with Officer Southern. He's taking you away. Dolores? Who's Dolores? The patrol cars have blocked off the arch street. It's time for you to get your things. Why'd you call her Dolores? I believe the sisters need to hear this from you. Sisters, I have something to tell you. I'm not really a nun. I'm not really Catholic. You're really a woman though, right? Oh my goodness, we love that part! See, I was dating a very bad man. A man? And I saw him murder somebody, and I'm going to court to say that. But first, I had to hide from him. Here. So you lied to us? You should leave now. I'm sorry. And be led with joy, and the mountains and the hills shall break before you into singing, and the trees of the field shall clap their hands.

Isaiah 55:12.

See ya. And so you write to us too. I will. Come now, we have done the Lord's work. We've protected a person in her time of need. Let us go back to our lives as the Lord has planned it. Dolores! You scared me. Tomorrow is the biggest day of our lives. How can you leave us now? I gotta think about my own life. Then I want to go with you. What? I want to go with you. The others, they all know this is where they belong. They've all received their calling, but maybe this life isn't for me. Or maybe it is. I don't know. Honey, I'm not a priest. I know, but you're my friend, and I want to know what I'm missing. I've never talked back. I've never slept late. I've never sat down when told to stand straight. I've never let go and gone with the flow. Don't even know really why. I've never asked questions or taken a dare. I've never worn clothes that might make people stare. I've never rebelled or stood up and yelled, or even just held my head high. And all of the feelings unspoken, all of the truths unsaid, they're all I have left of the life I never led. I've never gone surfing or ran with the crowd Or danced on a table, or laughed but too loud. I never quite dared to leave myself bare. I've just been too scared I might fall. I've never seen Paris, swam naked, been kissed. I've never quite realized just how much I'd missed. And what did I get for hedging each bet? Another regret, and that's all. All of the wishes unasked for, all of the needs unfed. They're all that remain of the life I've never led. And now, now that you've given me one little piece of me, and now, now that I know what I'm for, Well, how, how can I go on ignoring always something? After all the years that I've clung to my fears, won't you help me let go? Help me let go. Listen, I wish I could help you, but you can leave or you can stay make that change you're looking for? That's all you. Listen, if you want a little adventure, then these are my FM boots. FM? Yeah, FM stands for Father Mulcahy. Father Mulcahy? And all the good work he did in Korea. The blessed boots of Father Mulcahy! Okay, honey, I just made that up. I know, but I'll believe in them anyways. Thank you. Here, take my rosary. I don't believe in that kind of stuff, but take it anyways. You might need extra help.

Dolores, come on, let's go.

Where are we going?

I got the judge to move the court date to next week, so we're gonna bring you back to my place.

Why are those boots on his feet? I want to be brave. I want to be strong. I want to believe I'm where I belong. To stand up and say I'm seizing the day. To not just obey, but to choose. And I may not surf, I may not see France, but I have to know I still have the chance, and maybe I'll make a painful mistake. It's my loss to take or refuse, and all of the doors yet to open, all of the rooms ahead, they're beckoning bright, scary, and new. But I'm standing tall and I'm walking through. What's gone may be gone, but I won't go on laying down. It's time to start living the life I never planned.

What a good cop would do.

How did you find out where I was?

Hmm, yeah, oh, I don't know. I mean, I know you kept that a secret between you, me, and anyone who watches Channel 6. I saw on the news some guy they were beating up at the station.

I'm sorry, Eddie.

If you need anything, I'm across the hall.

Oh, are you gonna come protect me, sweetie Eddie?

Yeah, I got my gun back now. My buddy got into a bad situation a while back and I had to draw my gun, but there were all sorts of people around, so I couldn't do it. Couldn't shoot. So I got my gun back.

Wow.

Guess I shouldn't have told you that.

Thank you for telling me that.

You know, I always knew you were special. Back in high school when you put on that show, remember? You put it all together, played the lead.

Oh yeah, it was my own female version of Funny Girl. I called it Girls.

You were good in that. People need people.

Yeah, yeah, that was fun.

If you're hungry, I got you a cheesesteak.

Oh, I'm full up. I had a meal at the convent. Mutton. Again. Okay. But I like cheesesteak.

That's where I got it. Look how you're smiling to me at night. Look how your voice sets the world alight. Look in my eyes and you'll know what you want. Look at you through and through.

That is you.

You know, I always did have a crush on you.

I know.

You're gonna be fine, Dolores. Because with or without all those singing nuns, you're a human being like me in the sun.

I'll see ya.

Dolores Van Cartier. You're gonna be a star.

<LYRICS>Gonna walk out that courthouse and find me a nightclub to sing at. That's right, I'm gonna be a star. Gonna get me that agent, the money, the fame, the whole dream. I'm gonna do film, television, concerts. Gonna knock the world out and there ain't any fence I won't swing at. I'm tomorrow's</LYRICS> Sensation, the new disco queen, the next double-decker hit record machine, a bombshell to be like the world's never seen. And no, I won't miss that whole sister routine. Ladies and gentlemen, Studio 54 and Studio One proudly presents Miss Dolores Van Cartier. Look at the star rising right on cue. Look at my dreams as they all come true. Look at me now, baby, dig that new glitter, glamour, voice. Look at my act, baby, H-O-W. Everything goes and it's all allowed. I'm back in business with my own crowd. Hello to my fans. Oh, thank you. Yes, thank you so much. Thank you. Oh, thank you so much. I do this all the time, don't Look at me, can't you see?

She's fabulous, baby.

Fabulous, baby, check me out. Ain't no doubt where this world will go. So don't hold me back, 'cause I'm good as gold. Straight down the track, honey, moving on. I'll be fabulous, baby. Fun and fabulous too! Ave Maria, Ave Maria, gratia plena. No!

D-E-L-O-R-I-S, D-E-L-O-R-I-S, D-E-L-O-R-I-S. Yes, yes, yes!

And my looks may not look good. Look out Manhattan and Hollywood. Look, I'm at last doing what I should. Sole Regina, quante misericordie vi sono giunte con queste nostre sole.

She's fabulous, fabulous, fabulous.

Fabulous! Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look, look, look, look! Ah! I don't need Scotland. I don't need the crowd. Told me the great ones to shout my name out loud. Taught me fame, fortune. Nice as those things are, they're not all I need to feel like I'm a star. I've got my sister's kindness. I've got my sister's love and pride. And in my sister's eyes, I recognize the star I want to be. And with my sister's tender tone, I'm on the stage where I belong. Nothing on this earth change that fact. Yes, my body's broken. Yes, I crave name. I live it, I love the sound. Strangers scream my name. All that bliss and glamour, there are nights no doubt. What are you left with when the lights go out? I'll have my sisters still. I'll have my sisters all the place round. And with my sisters' love, strong love, will shine as bright as me. And with my sisters as I can do, I'll be a sister till the end. How are we gonna— Shh!

How are we gonna get to the nuns if we can't even get to the church?

Si, como vamos a encontrarlas si no podemos entrar a la iglesia?

Nobody knows what you're saying.

Kids would follow us.

Just forget about it. Just stick with good old Chris. Now put these on.

Let's go get them.

Okay, boys. Right.

I understand his grief.

I see you, Crunchy. She's got no clue that this will be her final show. Oh no, when I find my baby, I ain't letting her go.

God, me again. Everything is as it should be. Your church is safe once more. Good morning, sisters. Now we must be joyful. We will be singing the Bach for His Holiness. Let us begin from D.C. au Fine. The D, of course, stands for— Dolores! No, it does not. It stands for— Dolores! I'm sorry, but you're not going to sing for the Pope without me. Dolores, I am a I'm impressed and frankly a little surprised that you came back to help us. However, His Eminence will be here in less than an hour and we have new music to rehearse. And most importantly, your very presence here puts our entire community at risk. So I must ask you to leave. For their sake. No. This does not concern you. I said no. The widow's one of us now. She stays and we all stand with her. Mary Roberts?

No!

Mary? No. I've always been good. I've always obeyed. I've lived as you've taught me. I prayed as you prayed. I've never once missed a rule on your list. I've done as a sister should do. But now I won't bend. Now I won't bow. My sister's in need of sisters right now, and I will not stay and blindly obey and just turn away from what's true. You promised one day God would call me. Isn't that what you said? Well, this is that day. This is that call. I'm either a sister or nothing at all. So she stays here now, or I'm leaving with her instead. It's time to start living the life I never— What's that? Sister, let's roll!

We're done.

Oh, Sister, dear, let me help you. How scared you all are! Where is your savior now? Where is your savior now? Get out, Mary Poppins! Go!

You've been causing me all kinds of trouble, Floris. Just look at you in that outfit, running around pretending to be a nun. You're a joke. You sure as hell ain't no nun.

Yes, she is. Sister Mary Clarence is as true a nun as this convent has ever seen.

Well then, Sister Mary Clarence, time for your last words.

Right. Receive my humble prayer. —faith that I bear. Accept my sacrifice. I will. Be all my heart and soul, joy and love. I am ready, sweet father. Take me! Take me! Take me! Take me! Take me! Pick me! Pick me! Pick me! You can have me! Pick me! Pick me! Pick me! I'm not afraid of your curse. None of us are.

All right, I'm going to count to 3 and then you all, all are dead.

1, 2.

Would you look at that?

Oh, you're sweating a little. Get him out of here! That would be nothing. That would not be nothing!

Later, lady. Laces for the Pope.

Take your lace off. Yes. For all that you've done, I thank you. And may everything in yours be like you wish for. A white dress with a white fox fur. I don't know about that, Mother Superior, but I've got Eddie and my friends, and maybe one day they'll help me. So you'll come back to visit us after the Pope gig? Ah, the Pope gig. Look at you getting all show busy. But yeah, I'll come back. I'll come back to this church a lot to pray, to sing. You know, sometimes when I'm singing with all the girls, I'll just decide to take it up half a step, and every one of them without fail, without even a word, will just take it up with me. Perhaps one day you will know that that is God. Perhaps one day you'll know that that's just being human. Or perhaps one day we will know that it is both, and they are the same thing. connection. It's a gift from above. Every soul that we see, every prayer that we pray makes abundant obey. That's profound. We're just here to spread that love all around.

Queen of Angels humbly welcomes the Bishop of Rome, the Vicar and the Supreme Pontiff of the Universal Church. Y'all, let's keep it up for Pope Paul VI!

That was music, feel the sounds through your toes. Get up, get up, and join the crowd on the floor. Jump in, jump in, that's what your spirit is for. Reach out, reach out, embrace the love that you found. Nice only loves for the love around. Get down, get down, with all your heart and your soul. Dance on, —become a part of the whole. Don't stop, don't stop until you're lost in the sound. Life's only bus. Spread the love around. Spread it around. Oh, spread it around. Oh, spread it around. Grab a partner and head out on the floor. Get up, get up, get up from the crowd on the floor. Jump in, jump in, that's what your spirit is for.

Reach out, reach out, embrace the love that you found. God only loves, spread the love around. Everyone join your hands together. Everyone find a common ground. Everyone, sister and brother, love one another, spread it around.

Everyone join your hands together.

Everyone find a common ground.

Everyone Sister and brother, love one another, turn it around, get down! Everyone, put your hands together!

Everyone, time to come around.

Everyone, sisters and brothers, love one another. Spread your love around, get down, get down with all your heart and your soul. Dance on, woo! Become a part of the whole.

Don't stop, don't stop until you're lost in the sound. Life's only love for the lost, for the lost, for the lost.

Blast it, bear it, stand and share it, tell the world in joy. Raise a sweat, raise a cheer, raise it to the sky.

Raise your spirit, raise your soul, raise your heart, raise your soul.