Stolen Summer

[ Clicking ] [ Beeping ] Woman: Children,

experience tells me that some of you will forget

the lessons I have taught. No. This summer,

take time to reflect on your past year

in the second grade... [ Computer game beeps ]

Yes! ...and how you can make

third grade better. No! Mr. O'Malley,

do you disagree with me? No, Sister Leonora Mary.

I agree. [ Children giggle ] Woman: Pete! Boys! Come on, let's go! Mom... Yes, honey? I told them to be ready

by 9:
20, but they just don't listen. Another comeback stopped! Reggie Jackson stinks. Boys! We gotta get going.

Mom's gonna freak. Get down here right now! Well, what should we

tell her? You couldn't find

your belt. Hold on! Why aren't you

going to church? What are you,

a detective? Why aren't you

in the car? Come on, let's go!

God doesn't wait! It's killing me I can't be

with them at church. My most cherished moments have been with you kids

at church. Screaming brats. Why are you late? Pete couldn't find

his belt. Mm-hmm.

Why are you late? Seamus lost my belt. [ Baby cries ] Hey...

Why didn't you guys make us

wait a little longer? You know how I hate

being late to mass. Katie, your toys

are everywhere. You know what? God gives you

168 hours a week. You'd think you'd give him

one back. Is that too much to ask?

[ Sighs ] I've been ready

for three hours. Oh, shut up,

you kiss ass. Come here. Come here.

No. Come here. Honey,

I'm not gonna hit you. I just want to tell you,

you shouldn't talk like that. Why am I the only one

that gets hit? [ Computer game beeps ]

Touchdown! I'm crushing you again. [ Baby crying ] Here, that one, too. Maybe the teddy bear

will shut her up. I'm gonna shut you up,

too, you little jerk. "C." [ Beeps ] [ Crying continues ] Pete:

Growing up Irish-Catholic, Heaven and Hell

are talked about as if they're

my next-door neighbours. [ Computer game beeps ]

Touchdown! And my mom's job... Goddamn it.

...is to lovingly guide us

towards the right path. Lord's name in vain.

Come here. Come here, mister. Agh!

Don't you talk like that,

you little son of a b*tch. We're on our way to church,

for Christ's sake. Morning.

It's good to see you. [ Bell tolling ] Okay.

Alright, honey. Okay, it's alright. [ Screams, cries ] Alright. Happy Sunday,

everybody. Morning, son. [ Screaming ] Okay. Thank you, dear. Watch him. Get in there.

You're going to Confession. Right over here,

right here, right here. Pete: Unfortunately,

nobody knows the exact path to Heaven. My mom says

that's why we go to church -- to pray to Jesus

for answers. But he just hangs there

silently, looking down at me,

seeing everything. That can't be good. Hey, Mom...

Yes, dear? You think doing my chores will be enough to keep me

out of Hell? What'd you break? Peter Edward O'Malley,

look at me, honey.

What's going on? I think that

Sister Leonora Mary thinks

that I'm going to Hell. And why do you think

she thinks this? Well, she sort of said it

a lot this year.

[ Telephone rings ] Maybe you can do something

to prove to Sister Mary that you're going straight to

Heaven -- do something good. Hello?

Oh, hi, Jackie. Well, what can I do

to prove it to her? Honey, just be yourself,

obey the nuns, and you'll be fine, okay?

You're a good boy. Hello.

Well, you know how I feel. If you can't say

something good, you just

don't say anything. But, you know,

she is kind of loose. Hmm, what do you think

of Sister Leonora Mary? Sister Big Bags?

She's alright. Way easier

than Sister Gloria. Why? She keeps telling me

I'm going to Hell. Yeah.

She's big on Hell. Well, how can I prove to her

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