We're No Angels Page #2
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Nobody's going back.
It's gonna be just fine.
I gotta get some smokes, man,
I'm telling you.
Okay.
We'll get your smokes,
and then we'll go across.
You take care of me, Ned,
'cause I got to get across.
- Keep walking.
- I gotta get across.
Just keep walking.
Right with you.
Just want a pack of tailor-mades.
Yeah, right with you.
Bunch of damn nonsense.
All them damn priests in town
at the shrine.
Don't buy a damn thing...
but if they want something,
you'd better have it on hand.
- Thanks, Mrs. Harris.
- Thank you.
- Be with you gents in a second.
- We just want a pack of tailor-mades.
Mementos of the shrine...
postcards, key chains
of the Weeping Virgin.
Not a penny in it,
but they want it every year.
Priests and tourists,
put on that dumb show.
Two packages of oatmeal.
Set 'em down, will you?
Account's getting a bit long.
Well, I need it. Set 'em down.
I got a hungry kid. You'll catch me later.
What are you looking at?
Yeah, that's right.
- Special kind of smokes?
- Luckys will do.
That shrine, talking about it,
didn't mean to offend you.
Kind of probably put my foot in it...
and you're tourists,
come to see the shrine.
- Here and there.
Something I can interest you
in that case?
We ought to be about going now.
We ought to be about going now!
- You forgot your change.
- That's okay.
Sir, change. Let's see
if we can't spend it in your store.
Did you folks hear about the jailbreak?
No, can't say that we have.
Where did you say you're from?
Yes, sir, it seems
there were these three convicts...
shot their way out.
There you are.
I told you I needed your help.
Are these friends of yours, Caroline?
- My help?
- My car is stalled down at the garage.
I need you to haul
that deer down to the butcher's.
- You know these folks?
- Know them? Yeah, they're priests.
This is Father...
I didn't catch your name.
Priests? Oh, God.
Oh, God.
I'm sorry, gentlemen... Father...
What I'm saying, rambling on...
I offended you. No hard feelings?
That's fine.
You gonna help me with that deer?
I mean, I'd die
if I thought I'd offended you.
- No big deal.
- Or anybody associated with the shrine.
Here, a little token. Take them, please.
Take some back to your friends.
We've got the Weeping Virgin
on one side...
thermometer on the other.
Awful handy, really.
Well, it's a cool day out. Button up.
No hard feelings, Father?
Go with God.
I have that same coat.
Harry, here's a list.
Also need a few shells
for the old 12-gauge.
Damn car is all stove in,
fender busted, need a new radiator.
I should sure enough
go to your church, I swear to God.
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