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(Dove cooing)

Woman:
♪ veni, lumen cordium ♪

♪ consolator optime ♪

♪ nothing pure in man could be ♪

♪ nothing harmless,
nothing good. ♪

(Sniffs)

Ah!

Damn.

Sorry.

♪ Wash away each sinful stain ♪

♪ gently shed
thy gracious rain... ♪

It's a beautiful morning,
isn't it?

It's lovely.

-Is that her?
-Mm-hmm.

Sister Theodore Clare.

It's so wonderful that
a human being would dedicate

their entire life
to the service of god.

She must be a very happy person.

Not necessarily.

(Sister Theodore humming)

Monica:
Sister Theodore

carries a lot of sorrow
and regret inside.

Those things can get in the way
at a time like this.

A time like what?

There's not enough time
to tell you.

How much time
do we have, Andrew?

Depends on you.

And on her.

-And on them.
-(Vehicle approaching)

(Rock music blaring inside car)

-(Music stops)
-(Turns off engine)

(Sighs)

(Sniffs)
You got the specs?

-You checked this over again?
-Trust me, dude.

You stick with the x's, and when
the clock strikes 7:00...

Boom!

Adios.

(Chuckles)

Perfect.

Go with god.

(Bell tolling)

They're planning on
blowing up the school.

Oh, but they won't, of course.

That's why we're here, right?

(Bell continues tolling)

Right?

(Bell tolls)

(Bell tolls)

♪ When you walk ♪

♪ down the road ♪

♪ heavy burden ♪

♪ heavy load ♪

♪ I will rise ♪

♪ and I will walk with you ♪

♪ I'll walk with you ♪

♪ till the sun
don't even shine ♪

♪ walk with you ♪

♪ every time, I tell you ♪

♪ I'll walk with you ♪

♪ walk with you ♪

♪ believe me,
I'll walk with you. ♪

(Dog barking in distance)

(Gags, retches)

(Exhales)

You okay?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Thanks.

So, I see that you go
to our lady of hope.

Yeah. H-How'd you know?

The uniform.

Right... (Sighs)

It's kind of early, isn't it,
for school?

Yeah, I-I actually work,
um, a morning shift

over at Millie's
before class starts.

Well, you know if you...
If you don't feel well,

maybe it's not a good idea
to work today.

I'm-I'm not sick.

I-I just got a little bit dizzy
for a second.

That happens.

When you have a lot
on your mind.

Yeah, I guess.

So, um...
I'm heading that way myself.

I'd be glad to walk with you,
if you'd like,

in case you get dizzy again.

Oh, no, no, that-that's...
That's fine.

A-Are you going
to-to the school or...

I have business there.

Bobby...

You don't have to do this.

I don't know what you're

talking about--
how did you know my name?

(Sighs)

Sister Theodore:
Please, father,

on this blessed day,

the feast
of the guardian angels,

help me to know the words
that will help my students.

Some of them are so troubled,
so lost in the world.

I-I know what that's like.

Oh, but it seems to me that the
kids today are growing angrier

and angrier and more hopeless
than even I was.

I'm losing them.

I can't find the words
anymore, father.

I need new words.

How come there aren't
any x's over here?

I figured, you know,

just in case Bobby
underestimated the explosion,

we'd keep all the damage
on this side,

so nobody'd get hurt next door.

Dude, if I thought you were
gonna be such a wuss about this,

I wouldn't've
brought you in on it.

What-what are you talking about?

(Sighs)

Nothing.

I just thought
we were making a statement.

Yeah.

We are.

Just making a statement.

Just think, this time tomorrow,

we'll be halfway to Mexico.

Hey, what's wrong?

Nothing.

Hey, where's Bobby?
(Scoffs)

Tess:
Let me explain this

to you again.

The yolk faces up,

and it kind of
looks like the sun.

-No, it doesn't.
-Yes, it does.

That's why they call it
sunny-side up,

and that's the way you cook it,
and that's the way you serve it.

Okay. What about over easy?

-Oh... -(Door opens)
-Bobby: Sorry.

Sorry-- I know I'm late,

but I thought I was gonna hurl
this morning.

Tess: Well, I'm glad
you're feeling better.

You must be Bobby.

Yeah. Who-who are you?

I'm Tess.

I'm your new morning manager.

-What happened to Phil?
-Well, Phil's basset hound

had a little trouble,
and so he called me.

(Chuckles)
Really?

Well, what-what kind of trouble?

Uh, basset hound
kind of trouble. (Chuckles)

Uh, Phil tells me that you're

the best breakfast counter man
he has ever had.

Uh, maybe you could help Gloria
to learn.

G-Gloria?

Who's she?

Uh, she's new.

Uh, anyway, um, we're opening
early this morning

for the kids that are going
to the special mass.

I understand
it's a school tradition.

Yeah, yeah, uh,
y-you kind of need something

to get you through
father Mike's homilies.

-(Register beeping)
-Okay.

(Register printing)

Tess, are you... are you sure
I should be doing this?

Um, i-I've never actually
prepared or served food before.

Aren't I just gonna slow
everything down?

Yes, baby.

Yes, you are.

I'll take care
of that punk later.

What's the big deal?

He's already done his major part
of the plan anyway.

What time you got?

Uh, 6:23.

See? We've only got 37 minutes
to get this in place before...

Bye-bye, gym.

Bye-bye, lunchroom.

Bye-bye, senior lounge.

Bye-bye, our lady of losers.

Okay, t minus 36 minutes
and counting.

Come on.

Why do you keep on looking
over your shoulder like that?

I thought I saw Bobby.

(Scoffs)
Don't worry, he'll be here.

He loves Mexico.

Monica:
Sister Theodore.

I didn't hear anyone come in.

I'm sorry to interrupt you,
but there's no time to waste.

My name is Monica.

I am an angel sent from god
with a message for you.

Is this a joke?

In honor of the feast
of the guardian angels?

No, this is not a joke.

You must listen to me.

Two boys are coming here

to plant bombs
in the school right now.

What?

Sister Theodore:
If you're an angel,

-why don't you stop them?
-I want to,

but these boys
won't listen to angels.

Then why are you here?

You prayed to god to find
the words to help your students.

I'm here to help you
find those words.

(Footsteps echoing in hallway)

John? Cory?

Are these the two boys?

Yes.

John:
Who you talking to, sister?

Monica.

She's an angel.

-Yeah, right.
-And she says

that you two are going
to bomb the school.

She knows.

Oh, god, she knows, John!

Shut up.

So you got an angel there,
sister?

Bye-bye, angel.

-Bye-bye, nun.
-(Gunshot)

(Sister Theodore groans,
body thuds)

-(John laughs)
-Dude, what...?

(Groans)

Problem solved.

-She's gonna die.
-So what?

So, no-no one was supposed
to get hurt.

The plans just changed.

All right?

Come on, you got to go
with the flow.

We were just supposed
to make a statement.

Well, now we'll make
a bigger one, all right?

Come on, man,
you got to pull it together.

No... I didn't know
you were gonna have a gun.

I don't... I don't want
to be a part of this.

It's too late.

You're already an accomplice.

Look, you think I'm stupid?

All right, I knew you were
gonna wimp out-- you always do--

so I found the courage for you.

Look, this is how it's gonna be.

Instead of blowing up the school

at 7:00,
while everybody's in the chapel,

we're gonna set
the timers at 8:00,

when everybody's
walking in here,

going to class.

What?

Think about what those jerks
have been doing

to you your entire life.

Look, man,

there's no turning back now,
all right?

What's one nun, or 600 kids?

It doesn't matter anymore.

Come on, let's just go
the whole nine yards.

Look, you don't have a choice
in the matter,

so come on.

We got to get this done
before the mass is over.

(Monica gasps)

Father, please tell me

what it is
I'm supposed to do now.

Do you like your job?

-Yeah, it's okay.
-Worker: Order 22!

What do you like about it?

-I don't know.
-Customer: Uh, can I have

a bacon and egg sandwich
and a chocolate shake?

Ooh-- are you sure?
Is he sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Is-is that a problem?

Well, I'm not really an expert

in this area yet,
but it seems to me

the combination
you ordered is rather

odd for early morning
consumption.

Though, in reality,

what is a chocolate shake,
except ice cream,

a perfectly suitable,
yet solidified, dairy product

for breakfast, with the essence
of a cocoa bean,

which could be considered

the cousin of a coffee bean,

so, I guess
when you put it that way,

it really isn't that unusual
of a request.

(Chuckles, mutters)

So, can I have it?

I don't see why not.

That was great.

I-I mean, sometimes I think

about the weird combinations
people order, too.

Yes, people can be
very interesting.

-Yeah.
-Student: Hey!

You gonna spend all day
fooling around with the bimbo,

or are you gonna get me
my breakfast burrito, dork?

Excuse me.
What is a dork?

Look beside you.

Gloria:
Oh, I see.

An intelligent person
who is kind to others.

Losers.

Andrew:
You've fantasized over and over

about taking your revenge.

You've spent all these weeks

planning this
and mapping this out,

but, John,
it's really happening now.

It's not a game.
It's for real.

It's forever, and once
you do this, there's no...

There's no going back.

And whatever you think
these people have done to you,

they don't deserve
to be murdered.

(Laughs)

G.i. Joe, how are you?

Get out of my way, Brad.

Is that an order, private?
(Laughs)

What's the matter?

Now, I thought soldiers
were trained for battle.

Don't you know... (Growls)
Karate-- whoo!-- Or something?

(Laughter)

Oh...

What do you know...

No black eye today.

It looks like someone
finally learned how to, uh...

(Sniffs)

...outrun daddy.

(Onlookers chuckling)

(Bell rings)

(Brad sighs)

I'm gonna kill that guy.

Chill, dude-- just keep on
thinking about the plan.

Yeah, just think about Mexico.

(Chuckles)
Today's the day, Brad.

(Beeps twice)

It's been a blast knowing you.
(Chuckles)

Hello, John.

I'm Andrew.

-I'll just call you dead guy.
-(Gunshot)

Who are you?

I'm the angel of death.

Why didn't you say so
in the first place?

A little early, though.

John and Cory...

(Gasps)

...you were right.

The explosion...

Has it happened?

They changed their plan.

The bombs are set
to go off at 8:00.

No. No.

Mass will be over by then.

School starts at 8:00.

All the students...

(Gasps)

...they'll be here.

I have to stop them.

-(Dove cooing)
-(Sister Theodore shudders)

(Cooing)

(Gasps, groans weakly)

There.

How does that feel?

(Voice trembles):
I'll live.

I can't imagine
how much pain you're in.

God, it's worse to know

it was
one of my s-students who did it.

I don't think he meant
to hurt you particularly.

He just wants to hurt
the world.

I know.

I'm not surprised, actually--
John has...

Always had so much rage.

It's a cry for help.

I just...

Wish I knew what to say.

You will.

That's right.

That's what I prayed for--
new words.

I can't wait
to find out what they are.

(Indistinct conversations)

There has to be a better way.

What?

Well...

You cut out your cookies.

There's all this leftover dough
around the holes.

So then you pick up
all the leftovers,

and then you roll it out again,
and then

you cut out the cookies again,

and then
you pick up the leftovers,

and then you roll it out again,
and then you cut

the cookies again--
it's just a huge waste of labor,

and it takes up so much space.

This really isn't the best time
for making cookies, you know.

Ours is not to question why;
Ours is but to bake or die.

Well, not die, actually.

That would be a very...
Extreme consequence

for failing
to make angel cookies.

You know, I bet
I could design something

to cut those cookies out faster.

M-Maybe a tube with
an interchangeable design

at one end and...
And at the other end,

you could put something
that forces the dough through

onto the paper,
one cookie at a time.

Of course! Extrusion.

Manual force or electric?

Electric.

W-With a self-regulating slicer
you could adjust for width.

That's brilliant!

Are you an inventor?

Sort of.

Not yet.

(Bell begins tolling)

(Bell continues tolling)

Student: Well, we're
too late for mass now.

Might as well relax
and wait till first period.

-(Bell tolls)
-Father...

Please keep those kids
in the chapel safe

from what's about
to happen next-door.

(Bell tolls)

(Bell tolls)

(Bell stops tolling)

The bombs didn't go off.

They couldn't
make 'em work, huh?

No, Tess, they still work;

the boys just changed
their plans.

The bombs are now set
to go off at 8:00.

Those kids got up this morning

and got ready for school
the same as any other day,

never knowing
this could be their last.

Tess:
Bobby...

Hello? Bobby?

Do you have something
you want to talk about?

Uh, n-no, i-it's nothing.

I just... I just
got a stomachache.

Excuse me.

Was there an explosion?

I-I didn't hear an explosion.

Did I miss the explosion?

No, baby, it's been postponed
for an hour.

They can't do that.

Mass'll be over in an hour,
and-and all the children

will be leaving the chapel
and heading s...

(Sighs):
Oh, no.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

The assignment
was to give a direct example

of how history
can repeat itself.

How dare you equate
Timothy McVeigh

with the anti-war
activists of the '60s.

They were all protesting.

The anti-war protests
were intended to affect

a change in government policy,
not to declare war

on a government
by killing innocent people.

Well, people still got killed.

Yes, that's true.

And it's a shame.

But it was never a goal.

There's a huge difference

between making
a political statement

that goes wrong, and setting out
to commit mass murder.

Well, people still got killed,
and I don't see the difference.

How can you not see
the difference, John?

You've made an argument based

on a faulty premise
and a bad comparison.

Do it again.

Now, here.

Cory's paper is
an excellent example of...

Following the assignment.

He correlates
the failure of the Nazis

to take Moscow
during the winter of 1941

with the same devastating
wintertime conditions

that defeated Napoleon
nearly a hundred years earlier.

Hitler should've studied
his history first

before trying the same thing--
very nice work, Cory.

No one's ever come up
with that before.

Keep it up.

(Beeps twice)

Priest:
In the unity of the holy spirit,

all glory and honor is yours,
almighty father,

forever and ever.

Amen.

So, Andrew,
how's the angel business?

Well, John, on days like this...

It's pretty rough.

Were you there...

In Oklahoma city?

What do you think is gonna
happen after these bombs go off?

Yeah, I'm guessing
a lot of crying and screaming

and "oh, my gods,"

and our pictures
all over the news,

and a bunch of idiots
standing around

with a bunch
of pathetic reporters

talking about how they
never saw this coming.

How we were just
a couple of quiet guys

who kept to themselves...

But they knew
that we were troubled.

(Exhales)

(Beeps twice)

So does... does this mean
I'm going to hell?

I thought you were
going to Mexico.

Yeah. I forgot.

I've already been to hell.

John...

You have no idea what hell is.

Sure I do.

It's called high school.

(Shaky breath)

(Groans)
I need to sit.

Monica:
Okay. Okay.

Take your time.

You don't really
mean that, do you?

No.

It's not really my time
at all, of course.

God holds all time.

And he already knows
the choices we'll make today,

even though John and Cory and I
are free to make them.

That's incredible, isn't it?

Yes.

That's the mystery that's hard
for most humans to accept.

Not for me.

I find it quite comforting

that there are things
I can't possibly understand

with this tiny
human mind of mine.

It makes god seem more god-like.

You're saying things to me
that usually I'm sent to say.

Why am I here today?

I don't usually
come in this early,

but I came in to take a first
period class for sister Agnes.

Why did god choose

sister Theodore to talk to
these boys and not sister Agnes?

Man 1:
Pull over.

Mary?

Mary? Mary?

You are not gonna freak out
on US now, are you?

I can't believe we did that.

You said nobody
was gonna get hurt.

-Man 2: It was an accident.
-Man 1: That's right,

it was an accident,
but the cops aren't

gonna care about that
if they catch US,

so you got to snap out of it;
Get your act together and split.

What...?
No, I just want to go home.

Are you crazy?
You are never going home again.

None of US are.

We got to split up,
and we got to keep running.

No calls, no family,
no contact.

This is serious, Mary.

You ever see a cop again,
you turn and walk away.

-Got it?
-Right?

Man 1:
Mary?

Man 2:
Take care of yourself, Mary.

(Siren wailing in distance)

I wasn't sent here
to find sister Theodore.

No.

It was Mary Rinaldi, wasn't it?

Yes, that's right.

Those boys won't listen
to an angel,

and they won't listen to a nun,

but maybe they'll listen
to Mary Rinaldi.

Mary Rinaldi
doesn't exist anymore.

Oh, that's not true.

She just went into hiding
30 years ago.

If you really want
to stop those boys, Mary,

then you have
to come forward now.

-It is time.
-I always knew

this day would come.

(Whispers):
But today...

It's just like god
to choose today.

(Food sizzling on grill)

(Bobby sighs)

You certainly seem
to be feeling better.

Yeah. When I woke up
this morning

I thought it was gonna be
a really terrible day,

like something really bad
was gonna happen.

-Oh, and you changed your mind?
-Yeah.

I think everything's
gonna be fine.

I see.

(Beeps twice)

(Door closes)

Monica?

I'm gonna need your help
if I'm gonna do this.

That's why I'm here.

I don't know how to be
Mary Rinaldi anymore.

I've blocked so much
about that day,

that I can't remember
the details.

I understand.

And I have a gift
that the father gave me.

He allows me
to use it sometimes.

I call it
"seeing from the inside out."

And what I see in you... Mary...

Is a young girl
in pain and sorrow...

Holding a... a necklace.

No.

Both:
Dog tags.

Oh, my god.

The building's empty, right?
You checked?

Look around, Mary.
No one's here.

Mary: This is the place, right?
I mean, this is where

the weapons research is,
not just the classrooms, right?

Trust me--
my brother used to work here.

Let's get this over with.

(Rapid beeping)

The building
was supposed to be empty.

I would give anything
to relive that day.

But you can't.

No.

I've tried to make up
for it, but...

A thousand good deeds
can't erase what I did.

But it was the only way
that I could live with myself.

But you didn't live
with yourself.

You left Mary Rinaldi
behind that night,

and you started a new life,
a life based on a lie.

And now you pray to god
and ask him to help you

find a way through
to your students,

but how can he
when you won't even let him

find a way through to you?

The new words that
you prayed for, Mary,

god will help you find them.

But they're not
new words at all,

they're the old words,

they're the truth,

the truth about Mary Rinaldi.

(Food sizzling on grill)

So, how did we do
on our first day?

Not bad.

I-I mean, considering
it was the busiest morning

we ever had.

It's-it's amazing
we didn't run out of anything.

Imagine that.

You must've planned ahead.

Not-not really.

All right, most of the stuff
we need we can steal from here.

We got to get some gunpowder,

and then I can
put 'em together easy.

-How many you figure we need?
-Well...

Five'll shake things up,
ten'll bring the house down.

Then we do ten.

Bobby, we want to see

the real deal next week--
can you do it?

Yeah, sure.

(Bell rings)

John: Cory, you keep
working on those specs.

You keep on your toes, guys.

Sometimes plans change.

John:
Sometimes plans change.

Plans changed.

John:
You keep on your toes, guys.

Sometimes plans change.

-Oh, my god.
-Tess: Did you say something?

-No.
-Gloria: Okay, I'm going.

Now, which way is it
to the school again?

Baby, just go straight out
the front door.

What? Where are you going?

I'm taking the angel cookies
over to the school

-for the angel lunch.
-No. No, you can't.

That's okay--
I've never actually seen

the inside of a schoolroom
before...

No, no, no, I take the cookies--
it's part of my job.

I mean, you can ask Phil,
if you want.

I-I got to go.

Stay here.

(Sighs)
Did I do okay?

You did good.

Let's just hope Bobby
does as well.

Now, I'm just curious,
but how come you haven't tried

to stop me from doing this?

Andrew (sighs):
John...

I am trying to stop you,
but the choice

to stop,
that has to be yours.

(Sighs)

Oh. Cool.

Cory:
Who's that?

Oh, you mean Andrew?

Oh, this is great.
Watch this.

(Three gunshots)

He's an angel or something.

But he's not gonna
try to stop US.

He just talks a lot,
gets on your nerves.

Just gotta ignore him.

Cory:
Are you really an angel?

Yes.

You know...

The bombs were supposed to
go off before anybody got here.

Yeah, the plans changed.

It's not true, Cory.

John wanted those bombs
to go off at 8:00...

All along.

And shooting sister Theodore
was just a good excuse.

But you don't have
to go along with this, Cory.

There are other ways for you
to get the help that you need.

You see, I told you
he was gonna get on your nerves.

What do I need help for?

I've got two
perfectly normal parents

living in a perfectly
normal house.

I go to this
perfectly normal school

where perfectly normal jerks
walk all over me

and have no idea who I am.

Yeah, you tell him, dude.

Is this who you really are?

A murderer?

A perfectly normal murderer?

I can't do this.

We got to tell everybody
and stop this.

I don't think so, amigo.

Sister Theodore:
John, stop!

Don't do this.

-Why not?
-Because it's not you.

I know who you really are,
and it's time that you found out

-who I really am.
-Oh, great.

The autobiography of a nun.

You know,
take your time, sister.

We got, like... five minutes.

I wasn't always a nun, John.

I was Mary Rinaldi
from parma heights, Ohio.

My brother Carl was drafted
into the Vietnam war

when I was 17,
and he never came back.

I felt so angry

and so powerless
that I did something terrible

out of revenge.

(Chuckles): What kind of
terrible things does a nun do?

I struck out against a system

that I felt was responsible
for my brother's death,

and I planted a bomb

in a chemistry lab
on a college campus.

Right on.

No.

Something's wrong.
That wasn't there before.

Somebody's gone
in the building.

No, no, no, they probably just
parked the car and then,

-and then they went...
-Somebody's in there.

Mary, Mary, it's too late--
if you go back in now,

there's not time
to come back out.

Nobody's supposed to get hurt;
They're gonna die in there.

Come on, let's go, let's go!
We got to go!

What are you gonna do, Mary?

I killed someone...

And I have been a fugitive
from the law ever since.

So you're a nun on the run.

I mean, that's excellent,
you know?

No social security number,
no-no taxes, new name...

John...

I killed a human being,

and I know something that
you cannot imagine right now.

I know something
about the horrifying regret

that will live inside you
for the rest of your life.

You see, we're not gonna
be living with regret, sister,

because we're
not gonna be living.

What? I-I don't want to die.

What about Mexico?

Dude, you are so stupid!

Sister Theodore:
John...

You don't want to die, either.

You just want
the pain to go away.

I know that.

Lady, you don't know nothing.

I know that you come
to school every day

wearing dark sunglasses,
pretending to be cool,

but what you're really doing
is hiding the black eyes

that your father gave you.

You just need to shut up.

I know that,
and it breaks my heart.

Look at me, John.

I know what it's like
to believe that revenge

will stop the pain,

but revenge
doesn't stop the pain,

it just creates more.

Then why don't you just
embroider that and frame it?

Remember, Mary,
the new words are the old words.

They always have been.

John...

...i haven't been pretending
to be a nun.

All these years
I've been hiding,

I actually became one.

I needed a new life,
and I got it.

Clearly, i'm...

Sort of a work in progress,
I admit, but so are you.

Everybody makes mistakes,
and you and I...

Made some terrible ones.

But there is still hope
for people like you and I, John,

because there is god...

Right now...

Right here,

and he loves the both of US.

Shut up.

I don't want to die.

All right, you shut up,
and just stop crying!

Monica:
John, please...

Let US help you.

No.

This all has to be over.

Sister Theodore:
There must be

something else that I can do.

They each have
to make their own choices now,

and so do you, Mary Rinaldi.

God bless you.

-Bobby: John?
-Where have you been?

Get out, sister! Get out!

Hey, stay back!
There's bombs in the school!

-There's bombs!
-Brad: Yeah, right.

Get hold of yourself, dork.

Cory: Listen to me!
There's bombs in the school!

Come on!
There's bombs in the school!

Bobby:
Come on, sister, get out!

You can make it!

(Sighs)

Sister Theodore (panting):
Help me,

father... please.

(Sister Theodore gasps)

(Gasps)

Man:
Mary, it's too late.

If you go back in now, there's
no time to come back out.

-(Alarm ringing) -Listen to me!
There's bombs in the school!

-(Alarm continues ringing)
-(Distorted sigh)

(Panicked shouts)

-(Alarm continues ringing)
-Girl: Come on!

(Bell tolls)

(Bell tolls)

(Bell tolls)

(Alarm continues ringing)

"The lord is my light...

And my salvation."

(Bell tolls)

(Exhales)

(Bell tolls)

(Ticking)

(Bell tolls)

(Bell tolls)