Sleepers Page #2
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- 1996
- 147 min
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...who was as comfortable sitting on a bar stool in a back alley saloon...
...as he was standing at the altar during High Mass.
He had toyed with a life of petty crime before finding his calling.
He was a friend...a friend who just happened to be a priest.
You know what crap like that does to your body?
Come on, Father, it beats smoking. And it's cheaper, too.
Maybe. So, what do you hear, anything?
No, nothing.
I hear you're interested in becoming a priest.
Who says?
Word is you want to get the feel of a confessional booth.
I don't know what you're talking about, Father.
You don't?
Maybe I got the wrong information.
I guess you did.
I'll see you later tonight.
What's tonight?
I gotta drop some books and magazines off...
...for the elderly and disabled around the neighborhood.
Your mother said you'd love to help.
I bet she did.
Shakes...l don't want you getting into any trouble.
Come on, Father, you know I never do.
That's all I wish for you and your friends.
That's it?
That's it. Nothing else, I swear, that's it.
You know, a priest shouldn't swear.
And kids shouldn't be listening to other people's confessions.
I'll see you tonight.
All right...see you.
Michael was the most sexually experienced of our group,
which meant that he kissed a girl on more than one occasion.
But his real love was Carol Martinez, Hell's Kitchen's half-breed.
Half Puerto Rican, half Irish, she was raised by her father,
her mother having died at childbirth.
Carol stayed pretty much to herself but was always comfortable in our company.
We could always count on Carol...
...to stand sentry on the first night of the Ice Capades.
While crowds of families lined the front of the Garden...
...waiting to see the skaters perform...
...we each had one eye in a hole...
...watching two dozen beautiful and nearly naked women...
...get into their skaters' outfits.
This is what heaven must be about.
Carol, you want to take a look?
Like it's something I haven't seen?
You're so lucky!
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