Altar Egos Page #3

You want change?

Oh, I'll bring you

change, Mister.

- Mary, please, let's

just talk about this.

Maybe later?

(church bell ringing)

(thunder booming)

(playful string music)

- Where's the choir?

- Let's open up

our hymnals to 723,

Shall We Gather At

The River, acapella.

One voice,

united.

Thank you for coming today.

- Yes, thank you so much.

- Hi.

- Good to see you.

- Thank you for--

- Have a good one, thank you.

- Thank you.

Sorry about the choir.

We'll get them back real soon.

- When are they coming back?

- I have no idea.

- Hi there, thank

you for coming.

Bye bye, thank you. (laughs)

- John.

- Hey, Chuck.

- We need to have a talk.

- Listen Chuck, this

whole mess with the choir,

I promise I can clear this up.

- Well you better do it quick.

Mary has called for an

emergency board meeting.

She's moving to

replace you as pastor.

- What?

- The board meets in two weeks.

- Two weeks.

- The church is rather

fond of the choir,

and so is the board.

- I like the choir too, Chuck.

- Good, you have two weeks

to get the choir back.

I wish you the best, but

I'm late for the cafeteria.

- Bless you, Chuck. (laughing)

Cafeteria.

I'm getting fired.

- Deceit.

Compromise.

Prejudice.

Cowardice, stupidity.

(sword clanking)

- Cyrano!

- You have taken everything.

But there is still

one treasure I keep:

my pride.

(applause)

(cheering)

(soft instrumental music)

- You have lost your mind.

- I have to straighten

this thing out.

- She's not gonna talk to you.

- I think you're wrong.

(doorbell ringing)

Mary.

Mary, Mary Margaret.

(knocking)

I know it's late,

but we have to talk.

- You have really hit

the bottom of the gutter.

Dragging your family

to my doorstep

to beg for your job?

- It's not like that.

- Well I don't need

you, John Bridges,

and I don't need

your family, either.

- You don't mean that, Mary.

- Go away.

- Oh come on, Mary

Margaret, please--

- [Mary] Go away!

(light clicking)

(soft instrumental music)

(beat bopping)

- Um, could you stop that?

Kinda tryin' to think here.

- Honey, just let Mary Margaret

do the pageant her way.

You don't have to use my ideas.

- Well, it's not just about

the pageant though, sweetheart.

I mean, I really wanna take

this church in a new direction.

It's 35 miles an hour here.

- Dad, come on, I've got this.

- Well then, you

know you're gonna

have to convince her of that.

- How?

She's not talking to me.

She's not even listening.

- Why won't she listen?

- Slow down.

- Why won't she

lis, slowing down.

- Look, Mary Margaret

doesn't talk to anyone

that's outside of

her generation.

Maybe if I was like 80 years

old, she would listen to me.

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