08x18 - Minute by Minute

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♪ Veni, lumen cordium ♪

♪ Consohtor optima ♪

♪ Nothing pure in man could be ♪

♪ Nothing harmless,
nothing good. ♪

Ah!

Damn.

Sorry.

♪ Wash away each sinful stain ♪

♪ Gently shed Thy
gracious rain... ♪

It's a beautiful
morning, isn't it?

It's lovely.

- Is that her?
- Mm-hmm.

Sister Theodore Clare.

It's so wonderful that a
human being would dedicate

their entire life to
the service of God.

She must be a very happy person.

Not necessarily.

Sister Theodore

carries a lot of sorrow
and regret inside.

Those things can get in
the way at a time like this.

A time like what?

There's not enough
time to tell you.

How much time do
we have, Andrew?

Depends on you.

And on her.

And on them.

You got the specs?

- You checked this over again?
- Trust me, dude.

You stick with the X's, and
when the clock strikes 7:00...

Boom!

Adios.

Adios.

Perfect.

Go with God.

They're planning on
blowing up the school.

Oh, but they won't, of course.

That's why we're here, right?

Right?

♪ When you walk ♪

♪ Down the road ♪

♪ Heavy burden ♪

♪ Heavy load ♪

♪ I will rise ♪

♪ And I will walk with you ♪

♪ I'll walk with you ♪

♪ Till the sun
don't even shine ♪

♪ Walk with you ♪

♪ Every time, I tell you ♪

♪ I'll walk with you ♪

♪ Walk with you ♪

♪ Believe me, I'll
walk with you. ♪

You okay?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Thanks.

So, I see that you go
to Our Lady of Hope.

Yeah. H-How'd you know?

The uniform.

Right...

It's kind of early,
isn't it, for school?

Yeah, I-I actually work,
um, a morning shift

over at Millie's
before class starts.

Well, you know if you...
if you don't feel well,

maybe it's not a good
idea to work today.

I'm-I'm not sick.

I-I just got a little bit
dizzy for a second.

That happens.

When you have
a lot on your mind.

Yeah, I guess.

So, um... I'm heading
that way myself.

I'd be glad to walk
with you, if you'd like,

in case you get dizzy again.

Oh, no, no,
that-that's... that's fine.

A-Are you going
to-to the school or...

I have business there.

Bobby... you don't
have to do this.

I don't know what you're

talking about... How
did you know my name?

Please, Father,
on this blessed day,

the Feast of the
Guardian Angels,

help me to know the words
that will help my students.

Some of them are so
troubled, so lost in the world.

I-I know what that's like.

Oh, but it seems to me that the
kids today are growing angrier

and angrier and more
hopeless than even I was.

I'm losing them.

I can't find the words
anymore, Father.

I need new words.

How come there aren't
any X's over here?

I figured, you know,

just in case Bobby
underestimated the expl*si*n,

we'd keep all the
damage on this side,

so nobody'd get hurt next door.

Dude, if I thought you were
gonna be such a wuss about this,

I wouldn't've
brought you in on it.

What-what are you talking about?

Nothing.

I just thought we were
making a statement.

Yeah.

We are.

Just making a statement.

Just think, this time tomorrow,

we'll be halfway to Mexico.

Hey, what's wrong?

Nothing.

Hey, where's Bobby?

Let me explain
this to you again.

The yolk faces up,

and it kind of
looks like the sun.

- No, it doesn't.
- Yes, it does.

That's why they
call it sunny-side up,

and that's the way you cook it,
and that's the way you serve it.

Okay. What about over easy?

- Oh... - - BOBBY: Sorry.

Sorry... I know I'm late,

but I thought I was
gonna hurl this morning.

Well, I'm glad
you're feeling better.

You must be Bobby.

Yeah. Who-who are you?

I'm Tess.

I'm your new morning manager.

- What happened to Phil?
- Well, Phil's basset hound

had a little trouble,
and so he called me.

Really?

Well, what-what kind of trouble?

Uh, basset hound
kind of trouble.

Uh, Phil tells me that you're

the best breakfast counter
man he has ever had.

Uh, maybe you could
help Gloria to learn.

G-Gloria?

Who's she?

Uh, she's new.

Uh, anyway, um, we're
opening early this morning

for the kids that are
going to the special Mass.

I understand it's
a school tradition.

Yeah, yeah, uh, y-you
kind of need something

to get you through
Father Mike's homilies.

Okay.

Tess, are you... are you
sure I should be doing this?

Um, I-I've never actually
prepared or served food before.

Aren't I just gonna
slow everything down?

Yes, baby.

Yes, you are.

I'll take care of
that punk later.

What's the big deal?

He's already done his
major part of the plan anyway.

What time you got?

Uh, 6:23.

See? We've only got 37 minutes
to get this in place before...

Bye-bye, gym.

Bye-bye, lunchroom.

Bye-bye, senior lounge.

Bye-bye, Our Lady of Losers.

Okay, T minus 36
minutes and counting.

Come on.

Why do you keep on looking
over your shoulder like that?

I thought I saw Bobby.

Don't worry, he'll be here.

He loves Mexico.

Sister Theodore.

I didn't hear anyone come in.

I'm sorry to interrupt you,
but there's no time to waste.

My name is Monica.

I am an angel sent from
God with a message for you.

Is this a joke?

In honor of the Feast
of the Guardian Angels?

No, this is not a joke.

You must listen to me.

Two boys are coming here

to plant bombs in
the school right now.

What?

If you're an angel,

- why don't you stop them?
- I want to,

but these boys
won't listen to angels.

Then why are you here?

You prayed to God to find
the words to help your students.

I'm here to help
you find those words.

John? Cory?

Are these the two boys?

Yes.

Who you talking to, Sister?

Monica.

She's an angel.

- Yeah, right.
- And she says

that you two are going
to b*mb the school.

She knows.

Oh, God, she knows, John!

Shut up.

So you got an
angel there, Sister?

Bye-bye, angel.

Bye-bye, nun.

Dude, what...?

Problem solved.

- She's gonna die.
- So what?

So, no-no one was
supposed to get hurt.

The plans just changed.

All right?

Come on, you got
to go with the flow.

We were just supposed
to make a statement.

Well, now we'll make
a bigger one, all right?

Come on, man, you
got to pull it together.

No... I didn't know you
were gonna have a g*n.

I don't... I don't want
to be a part of this.

It's too late.

You're already an accomplice.

Look, you think I'm stupid?

All right, I knew you were
gonna wimp out... you always do...

So I found the courage for you.

Look, this is how it's gonna be.

Instead of blowing up the school

at 7:00, while
everybody's in the chapel,

we're gonna set
the timers at 8:00,

when everybody's
walking in here,

going to class.

What?

Think about what those
jerks have been doing

to you your entire life.

Look, man,

there's no turning
back now, all right?

What's one nun, or 600 kids?

It doesn't matter anymore.

Come on, let's just go
the whole nine yards.

Look, you don't have
a choice in the matter,

SO come on.

We got to get this done
before the Mass is over.

Father, please tell me

what it is I'm
supposed to do now.

Do you like your job?

- Yeah, it's okay.
- Order 22!

What do you like about it?

- I don't know.
- Uh, can I have

a bacon and egg sandwich
and a chocolate shake?

Ooh... are you sure? Is he sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Is-is that a problem?

Well, I'm not really an expert

in this area yet,
but it seems to me

the combination
you ordered is rather

odd for early
morning consumption.

Though, in reality,

what is a chocolate
shake, except ice cream,

a perfectly suitable, yet
solidified, dairy product

for breakfast, with the
essence of a cocoa bean,

which could be considered

the cousin of a coffee bean,

so, I guess when
you put it that way,

it really isn't that
unusual of a request.

So, can I have it?

I don't see why not.

That was great.

I-I mean, sometimes I think

about the weird
combinations people order, too.

Yes, people can
be very interesting.

- Yeah.
- Hey!

You gonna spend all day
fooling around with the bimbo,

or are you gonna get me
my breakfast burrito, dork?

Excuse me. What is a dork?

Look beside you.

Oh, I see.

An intelligent person
who is kind to others.

Losers.

You've fantasized over and over

about taking your revenge.

You've spent all these weeks

planning this and
mapping this out,

but, John, it's really
happening now.

It's not a game. It's for real.

It's forever, and once
you do this, there's no...

there's no going back.

And whatever you think
these people have done to you,

they don't deserve
to be m*rder*d.

G.I. Joe, how are you?

Get out of my way, Brad.

Is that an order, Private?

What's the matter?

Now, I thought soldiers
were trained for battle.

Don't you know... karate...
whoo! or something?

Oh... what do you know...

no black eye today.

It looks like someone
finally learned how to, uh...

outrun Daddy.

I'm gonna k*ll that guy.

Chill, dude... just keep
on thinking about the plan.

Yeah, just think about Mexico.

Today's the day, Brad.

It's been a blast knowing you.

Hello, John.

I'm Andrew.

I'll just call you Dead Guy.

Who are you?

I'm the Angel of Death.

Why didn't you say
so in the first place?

A little early, though.

John and Cory... you were right.

The expl*si*n...
has it happened?

They changed their plan.

The bombs are
set to go off at 8:00.

No. No.

Mass will be over by then.

School starts at 8:00.

All the students...
they'|| be here.

I have to stop them.

There.

How does that feel?

I'll live.

I can't imagine how
much pain you're in.

God, it's worse to know

it was one of my
s-students who did it.

I don't think he meant
to hurt you particularly.

He just wants to hurt the world.

I know.

I'm not surprised,
actually... John has...

always had so much rage.

It's a cry for help.

I just... wish I
knew what to say.

You will.

That's right.

That's what I prayed
for... New words.

I can't wait to find
out what they are.

There has to be a better way.

What?

Well... you cut
out your cookies.

There's all this leftover
dough around the holes.

So then you pick
up all the leftovers,

and then you roll it
out again, and then

you cut out the cookies again,

and then you pick
up the leftovers,

and then you roll it out
again, and then you cut

the cookies again... It's
just a huge waste of labor,

and it takes up so much space.

This really isn't the best time
for making cookies, you know.

Ours is not to question why;
ours is but to bake or die.

Well, not die, actually.

That would be a very...
extreme consequence

for failing to make
angel cookies.

You know, I bet I
could design something

to cut those cookies out faster.

M-Maybe a tube with an
interchangeable design

at one end and...
and at the other end,

you could put something
that forces the dough through

onto the paper,
one cookie at a time.

Of course! Extrusion.

Manual force or electric?

Electric.

W-With a self-regulating
slicer you could adjust for width.

That's brilliant!

Are you an inventor?

Sort of.

Not yet.

Well, we're too
late for Mass now.

Might as well relax
and wait till first period.

Father...

please keep those
kids in the chapel safe

from what's about
to happen next-door.

The bombs didn't go off.

They couldn't make
'em work, huh?

No, Tess, they still work;

the boys just
changed their plans.

The bombs are now
set to go off at 8:00.

Those kids got up this morning

and got ready for school
the same as any other day,

never knowing this
could be their last.

Bobby... Hello? Bobby?

Do you have something
you want to talk about?

Uh, n-no, I-it's nothing.

I just... I just got
a stomachache.

Excuse me.

Was there an expl*si*n?

I-I didn't hear an expl*si*n.

Did I miss the expl*si*n?

No, baby, it's been
postponed for an hour.

They can't do that.

Mass'll be over in an hour,
and-and all the children

will be leaving the
chapel and heading s...

Oh, no.

♪♪

♪♪

The assignment was
to give a direct example

of how history
can repeat itself.

How dare you equate
Timothy McVeigh

with the anti-w*r
activists of the '605.

They were all protesting.

The anti-w*r protests
were intended to affect

a change in government
policy, not to declare w*r

on a government by
k*lling innocent people.

Well, people still got k*lled.

Yes, that's true.

And it's a shame.

But it was never a goal.

There's a huge difference

between making a
political statement

that goes wrong, and setting
out to commit mass m*rder.

Well, people still got k*lled,
and I don't see the difference.

How can you not see
the difference, John?

You've made an argument based

on a faulty premise
and a bad comparison.

Do it again.

Now, here.

Cory's paper is an
excellent example of...

following the assignment.

He correlates the
failure of the Nazis

to take Moscow during
the winter of 1941

with the same devastating
wintertime conditions

that defeated Napoleon
nearly a hundred years earlier.

h*tler should've
studied his history first

before trying the same
thing... Very nice work, Cory.

No one's ever come
up with that before.

Keep it up.

In the unity of the Holy Spirit,

all glory and honor is
Yours, Almighty Father,

forever and ever.

Amen.

So, Andrew, how's
the angel business?

Well, John, on days like this...

it's pretty rough.

Were you there...
in Oklahoma City?

What do you think is gonna
happen after these bombs go off?

Yeah, I'm guessing a lot
of crying and screaming

and "Oh, my Gods,"

and our pictures
all over the news,

and a bunch of
idiots standing around

with a bunch of
pathetic reporters

talking about how they
never saw this coming.

How we were just a
couple of quiet guys

who kept to themselves...

but they knew that
we were troubled.

So does... does this
mean I'm going to Hell?

I thought you were
going to Mexico.

Yeah. I forgot.

I've already been to Hell.

John... you have
no idea what Hell is.

Sure I do.

It's called high school.

I need to sit.

Okay. Okay.

Take your time.

You don't really
mean that, do you?

No.

It's not really my
time at all, of course.

God holds all time.

And He already knows the
choices we'll make today,

even though John and Cory
and I are free to make them.

That's incredible, isn't it?

Yes.

That's the mystery that's hard
for most humans to accept.

Not for me.

I find it quite comforting

that there are things I
can't possibly understand

with this tiny
human mind of mine.

It makes God seem more God-like.

You're saying things to me
that usually I'm sent to say.

Why am I here today?

I don't usually
come in this early,

but I came in to take a first
period class for Sister Agnes.

Why did God choose

Sister Theodore to talk to
these boys and not Sister Agnes?

Pull over.

Mary?

Mary? Mary?

You are not gonna freak
out on us now, are you?

I can't believe we did that.

You said nobody
was gonna get hurt.

- It was an accident.
- That's right,

it was an accident,
but the cops aren't

gonna care about
that if they catch us,

so you got to snap out of it;
get your act together and split.

What...? No, I just
want to go home.

Are you crazy? You are
never going home again.

None of us are.

We got to split up, and
we got to keep running.

No calls, no family, no contact.

This is serious, Mary.

You ever see a cop again,
you turn and walk away.

- Got it?
- Right?

Mary?

Take care of yourself, Mary.

I wasn't sent here to
find Sister Theodore.

No.

It was Mary Rinaldi, wasn't it?

Yes, that's right.

Those boys won't
listen to an angel,

and they won't listen to a nun,

but maybe they'll
listen to Mary Rinaldi.

Mary Rinaldi doesn't
exist anymore.

Oh, that's not true.

She just went into
hiding 30 years ago.

If you really want to
stop those boys, Mary,

then you have to
come forward now.

- It is time.
- I always knew

this day would come.

But today...

It's just like God
to choose today.

You certainly seem
to be feeling better.

Yeah. When I woke
up this morning

I thought it was gonna
be a really terrible day,

like something really
bad was gonna happen.

- Oh, and you changed your mind?
- Yeah.

I think everything's
gonna be fine.

I see.

Monica?

I'm gonna need your
help if I'm gonna do this.

That's why I'm here.

I don't know how to be
Mary Rinaldi anymore.

I've blocked so
much about that day,

that I can't
remember the details.

I understand.

And I have a gift that
the Father gave me.

He allows me to
use it sometimes.

I call it "seeing
from the inside out."

And what I see in you... Mary...

is a young girl in
pain and sorrow...

holding a... a necklace.

No.

Dog tags.

Oh, my God.

The building's empty,
right? You checked?

Look around,
Mary. No one's here.

This is the place, right?
I mean, this is where

the weapons research is,
not just the classrooms, right?

Trust me... My brother
used to work here.

Let's get this over with.

The building was
supposed to be empty.

I would give anything
to relive that day.

But you can't.

No.

I've tried to make
up for it, but...

a thousand good deeds
can't erase what I did.

But it was the only way
that I could live with myself.

But you didn't
live with yourself.

You left Mary Rinaldi
behind that night,

and you started a new
life, a life based on a lie.

And now you pray to God
and ask Him to help you

find a way through
to your students,

but how can He when
you won't even let Him

find a way through to you?

The new words that
you prayed for, Mary,

God will help you find them.

But they're not
new words at all,

they're the old words,
they're the truth,

the truth about Mary Rinaldi.

So, how did we
do on our first day?

Not bad.

I-I mean, considering it
was the busiest morning

we ever had.

It's-it's amazing we
didn't run out of anything.

Imagine that.

You must've planned ahead.

Not-not really.

All right, most of the stuff we
need we can steal from here.

We got to get some gunpowder,

and then I can put
'em together easy.

- How many you figure we need?
- Well...

five’ll shake things up,
ten'll bring the house down.

Then we do ten.

Bobby, we want to see

the real deal next
week... Can you do it?

Yeah, sure.

Cory, you keep
working on those specs.

You keep on your toes, guys.

Sometimes plans change.

Sometimes plans change.

Plans changed.

You keep on your toes, guys.

Sometimes plans change.

- Oh, my God.
- Did you say something?

- No.
- Okay, I'm going.

Now, which way is it
to the school again?

Baby, just go straight
out the front door.

What? Where are you going?

I'm taking the angel
cookies over to the school

- for the angel lunch.
- No. No, you can't.

That's okay... I've
never actually seen

the inside of a
schoolroom before...

No, no, no, I take the
cookies... It's part of my job.

I mean, you can
ask Phil, if you want.

I-I got to go.

Stay here.

Did I do okay?

You did good.

Let's just hope
Bobby does as well.

Now, I'm just curious, but
how come you haven't tried

to stop me from doing this?

John...

I am trying to stop
you, but the choice

to stop, that has to be yours.

Oh. Cool.

Who's that?

Oh, you mean Andrew?

Oh, this is great. Watch this.

He's an angel or something.

But he's not gonna
try to stop us.

He just talks a lot,
gets on your nerves.

Just gotta ignore him.

Are you really an angel?

Yes.

You know...

the bombs were supposed to
go off before anybody got here.

Yeah, the plans changed.

It's not true, Cory.

John wanted those
bombs to go off at 8:00...

all along.

And sh**ting Sister Theodore
was just a good excuse.

But you don't have to
go along with this, Cory.

There are other ways for you
to get the help that you need.

You see, I told you he was
gonna get on your nerves.

What do I need help for?

I've got two perfectly
normal parents

living in a perfectly
normal house.

I go to this perfectly
normal school

where perfectly normal
jerks walk all over me

and have no idea who I am.

Yeah, you tell him, dude.

Is this who you really are?

A m*rder*r?

A perfectly normal m*rder*r?

I can't do this.

We got to tell
everybody and stop this.

I don't think so, amigo.

John, stop!

Don't do this.

- Why not?
- Because it's not you.

I know who you really are,
and it's time that you found out

- who I really am.
- Oh, great.

The autobiography of a nun.

You know, take
your time, Sister.

We got, like... five minutes.

I wasn't always a nun, John.

I was Mary Rinaldi from
Parma Heights, Ohio.

My brother Carl was
drafted into the Vietnam w*r

when I was 17, and
he never came back.

I felt so angry

and so powerless that
I did something terrible

out of revenge.

What kind of terrible
things does a nun do?

I struck out against a system

that I felt was responsible
for my brother's death,

and I planted a b*mb

in a chemistry lab
on a college campus.

Right on.

No.

Something's wrong.
That wasn't there before.

Somebody's gone in the building.

No, no, no, they probably
just parked the car and then,

- and then they went...
- Somebody's in there.

Mary, Mary, it's too late...
If you go back in now,

there's not time
to come back out.

Nobody's supposed to get
hurt; they're gonna die in there.

Come on, let's go,
let's go! We got to go!

What are you gonna do, Mary?

I k*lled someone...

and I have been a fugitive
from the law ever since.

So you're a nun on the run.

I mean, that's
excellent, you know?

No Social Security number,
no-no taxes, new name...

John... I k*lled a human being,

and I know something that
you cannot imagine right now.

I know something
about the horrifying regret

that will live inside you
for the rest of your life.

You see, we're not gonna
be living with regret, Sister,

because we're
not gonna be living.

What? I-I don't want to die.

What about Mexico?

Dude, you are so stupid!

John... you don't
want to die, either.

You just want the
pain to go away.

I know that.

Lady, you don't know nothing.

I know that you come
to school every day

wearing dark sunglasses,
pretending to be cool,

but what you're really
doing is hiding the black eyes

that your father gave you.

You just need to shut up.

I know that, and
it breaks my heart.

Look at me, John.

I know what it's like
to believe that revenge

will stop the pain,

but revenge
doesn't stop the pain,

it just creates more.

Then why don't you just
embroider that and frame it?

Remember, Mary, the new
words are the old words.

They always have been.

John...

I haven't been
pretending to be a nun.

All these years
I've been hiding,

I actually became one.

I needed a new
life, and I got it.

Clearly, I'm...

sort of a work in progress,
I admit, but so are you.

Everybody makes
mistakes, and you and I...

made some terrible ones.

But there is still hope for
people like you and I, John,

because there is
God... right now...

right here, and He
loves the both of us.

Shut up.

I don't want to die.

All right, you shut up,
and just stop crying!

John, please... let us help you.

No.

This all has to be over.

There must be something
else that I can do.

They each have to make
their own choices now,

and so do you, Mary Rinaldi.

God bless you.

- John?
- Where have you been?

Get out, Sister! Get out!

Hey, stay back! There's
bombs in the school!

- There's bombs!
- Yeah, right.

Get hold of yourself, dork.

Listen to me! There's
bombs in the school!

Come on! There's
bombs in the school!

Come on, Sister, get out!

You can make it!

SISTER THEODORE
Help me, Father... please.

Mary, it's too late.

If you go back in now, there's
no time to come back out.

Listen to me! There's
bombs in the school!

Come on!

"The Lord is my light...
and my salvation."