Midnight Mass Page #2

He's not here.

Well, I-

I'd heard he had moved here.

Yeah,

only when he's sober.

Try Morton's Liquors.

Well, can I at least

come in and wait for him?

I had to travel

all night.

I could use the rest.

I wish I could let you in,

but I can't.

Do you understand?

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Father Cahill!

Joe!

Thanks, but I've already

got one.

Joe:

Who the hell are you?

It's me, Joe.

Gwen.

Gwen.

I'll be damned.

Get your ass down here

and have a drink.

I'll come in,

but no drinking.

We gotta talk.

Damn.

Wait, wait.

Now how is it,

a little thing like you

managed to survive

the occupation this long?

Come on, you of all people

should know

I never do

what's expected of me.

You've lost weight.

Well, it's getting harder and harder

to find food out there.

I imagine that's not a problem

at the retreat house, is it?

Clergy still has it made.

Hey, don't start.

I can't have a debate right now.

It's gonna make me go

all "head explodey. "

Well, maybe you should have

another drink instead.

What do you think

you're doing, Father?

The village atheist

wearing a cross.

Well, wonders never cease.

I know,

a bit contradictory.

I find it hard

to believe, myself.

But it's a wonderful fashion

accessory these days.

Everybody's wearing them.

It really works against them.

Who knows why?

- You wanna know?

- Put your pamphlets away

'cause I still don't buy it.

There's probably

another explanation.

Psychological, maybe.

Psychological?

That's pretty thin.

I know.

It's just a theory.

For now, let's just say these things

taking over the world

has muddied

the theological waters a bit.

Frankly, I've just been too f***ing busy

trying to stay alive

to take time to try

and sort things out.

( thunder )

- Woman:
I think we should rate it.

- Man:
What?

What the hell

are you talking about?

Woman:
Finn's been putting together

a hell of an arsenal.

Now, he and Dakota

don't want to participate

but they have everything we need to raid

that f***ing motel out on Route 70.

Man:

Naw, they'll never go for it.

Woman:

I had another weird dream last night,

Man:

You and your dreams.

Woman:
Mom used to listen

to my dreams all the time.

Man:
That's 'cause your mother

used to have them kind of dreams.

I think you inherited

her overactive imagination.

Woman:

So, I'm standing in this field, right?

It's snowing all around

and it's real dark.

All of a sudden

it starts getting brighter...

...and brighter.

In the middle of the light,

there's this little boy,

just standing there,

staring at me.

Now you're really starting

to sound like your mother.

Sometimes I'm glad she's not around

to see all this.

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