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Cruz: I was sure Santana was heading here...
Mason: Yeah... Did she tell you what her weapon of last resort was going to be?
Cruz: Yeah... And I feel for her, I really do. You know... I mean she's in a tough situation. But I... I've seen her when she was like this before... when she gets desperate she will sure do anything. Well, I think it's true of most of us, actually. How's Gina?

Mary passes by. Mason follows her with his eyes.

Mason: And how are you? Good aftern... afternoon.
Cruz: Well, I think you can forget about recruiting her for Ted's camp.
Mason: No, I can't afford not to. The last thing I need on the witness stand is a nun crying all for his head. Excuse me.

Mason leaves Cruz and approaches the ward Mary went into. He stops a nurse passing by .

Mason: Excuse me. I must be in a wrong wing. Could you tell me whose room that is?
Nurse: Of course. That's Monseigneur Hammond's room.
Mason: Oh, I see. Thank you.

Mason opens the door slightly. Mary talks to the Monseigneur.

Mary: Monseigneur, I know I've committed terrible sins, but how can I ask you for absolution when I know I gonna do it again.

Mason closes the door and steps aside.

Mary: Mason! What did you... Why is it everywhere I go you show up?
Mason: It must be providence.
Mary: Did you hear what went on in there?
Mason: Yeah.
Mary: Well, if you wanted to get even with me and humiliate me you just did!
Mason: I'm sorry. Let's start over. And how are you this fine day? The Monseigneur... a friend of yours?
Mary: No.
Mason: I hope he is not seriously ill.
Mary: No, he's had minor knee surgery, he's being released soon. It's just that Mother Superior thought...
Mason: Thought you should come visit a sick. That's... kind.
Mary: No, it wasn't that. She thinks he is a very wise man and that I should...
Mason: ...confess to him. Well, I'll tell you, Sister. I don't know what the Monseigneur would say... but I find it hard to believe you're capable of even a venial sin, much less a mortal one.
Mary: That's not how you felt the last time you saw me.
Mason: I was angry. So were you. That's not a sin. Neither is being misguided.
Mary: Look, I had certain thoughts...
Mason: We all have thoughts...
Mary: Against your brother, against you. Thoughts that go way beyond anger, that I know are sins.
Mason: You're being too hard on yourself.
Mary: The reason I am telling you this is because I have been guilty of the sin of Pride which... you were right about.
Mason: Mary, if... if it's true that we really can sin in our thoughts then may be I've sinned against you too. Now, I am no priest, not even remotely virtuous, but I sure wish we could wipe the slate clean and start afresh. That would be something different. Don't you?

Mason and Mary look at each other.

Later Mrs Bassett talks to Mary

Mom: Honey! The state of your soul is your own business. I'm not worried about that. I just want you to tell me... OK, it may sound crazy but I just want to know that one of this things on your mind is not leaving the convent.

Mary turns away.

Mom: I KNEW it. I knew... For all I know you like a book, you take every little thing so hard.
Mary: It's not a little thing.
Mom: Oh, no. No, of course it isn't. It's tragic. It's... it's terrible what happened to Christie. But... Ted Capwell is going to be punished. Trust in God! Or... trust in Steve, but you don't have to get all worked up. You don't have to be judge, jury and prosecution.
Mary: But Mom! I HAVE been. That's the point. I've... I have been so arrogant and self-righteous and... and I've hated Ted Capwell and I... I just have no business setting an example for anybody.
Mom: But who is gonna know if you keep your mouth shut about it?
Mary: I know.
Mom: Mary. Everybody has thoughts. If... if... if all the self-righteous people in the world stopped going to church there'd be a whole lot of empty pews and more than one or two empty altars to boot.
Mary: Mom! I can't judge the whole world. I only know me. But... it isn't just now. I have been feeling left behind about the things I am supposed to believe in for... well... for a long time now.
Mom: You stopped believing in your home life too, which is how you wound up in the convent to start with. Am I right?

Mary looks very distressed by her mother's words.

Mom: Oh, honey. (Hugs Mary.) You think I blame you. Life with Willard Bassett was no party. I would've joined up with you if I thought they'd take me. But the fact is you... you stuck with it, and made me so proud.
Mary: Mom. The fact is that the reasons I went into the convent are not the reasons people stay.
Mom: Honey. You have such a peaceful life. What is it that you think you're missing? Because whatever it is I don't have it either. Is it men?
Mary: Mo-o-om!!!

Mary turns around and tries to walk away. Her mother follows her.

Mom: Because men... they all... (runs after Mary) ...you see men don't marry women who used to be nuns. Women like you wind up doing social work or checking up books in libraries. There's... Oh, honey!
Mary: I... I have to go!
Mom: Oh, I know! I'm saying all the wrong things again! Mary... wait a moment...

Mary and Mrs Bassett leave. Mason makes a phone call.

Mason: Yeah. You are right. She is leaving the hospital now. With her mother. She's tall, dark blond hair, pretty... Good... Good, get... aaa... get back to me here at the hospital, OK? Yeah, thanks a lot, Roy.

Mason goes to see Gina in her ward.

Mason: Dad's coming back?
Gina: Mason, oh... I'm not ready, wait... I'm not supposed to have visitors.
Mason: You're never supposed to have this visitor.
Gina: But you are my favourite one.
Mason: You seem better. Did Santana's visit have a bracing effect?
Gina: Well, she's not gonna wanna come back in this room again. CC's on my side. Finally.
Mason: Woohoo... Revenge is sweet. Tell me all about it.
Gina: Yes, it is sweet. Does that make me terrible?
Mason: That depends on who you ask.
Gina: I'm asking you because I know you won't say "Yes". Mmm... you might think I'm terrible, but I know you like me, don't you?
Mason: Yeah... Why do I like you, Gina?
Gina: Well... because I am so... I don't know...
Mason: Innocent.
Gina: I'm innocent?
Mason: Well, it's not exactly the righter word, it's close... even with all your scheming and plans I think you're scheming for, innocent enough.
Gina: I don't scheme.
Mason: Yeah, I do like you, Gina. Even though it's against my principles.
Gina: What principles?
Mason: Oh, you know, selfishness, greed, "Cold War" I'm having with my father, you are his wife.
Gina: May be I am one of those... mmm... those people... mmm... What do you call them? They work for both sides...
Mason: Double agents.
Gina: Yes!
Mason: Double agents have to be very careful.
Gina: I am very careful with CC. But I'm... thinking he doesn't... mmm... care sometimes what happens to me. But I know you do.
Mason: But don't start thinking I am a nice guy.
Gina: But don't worry, I won't tell anybody.

A nurse pops in...

Nurse: Mr Capwell, there's a telephone call for you at the Nurses' Station.
Mason: Thank you. I'll be right there. You are... get your rest, there are more fights to come.
Gina: I gonna win them all.

At the Nurses' Station.

Mason: Thank you. (Takes the receiver) Hello. Yeah, Roy. In the Orient Express, ha? She's alone?... Good-o! I'll take it from here. Thank you. Thank you.

Mary (staggered at seeing Mason): You're just following me!
Mason: No, haunting you perhaps. How was I to know you'd be here at a bar... in a Capwell restaurant in a Capwell hotel?
Mary: I know where I am! The one place on earth I thought no one would look for me.
Mason: That's pretty sneaky for a nun, isn't it?
(Mary smiles.)
Mason: May I sit down?
Mary: I'd rather you wouldn't.
Mason: "Let us therefore follow after those things, which make for peace".
Mary: Message to the Romans.
Mason: Chapter 14, Verse... I don't know.
Mary: I'm impressed.
Mason: Now may I sit down?
Mary: No.
Mason: "Bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them that use you despitefully", Mathew, Chapter 5 and I think this is despiteful, don't you? You're making me stand here like an idiot. Think now. Do you really want me praying for you?
Mary: Well, actually, if you do pray... Yeah, I'd like that .
Mason: Fine, I'll pray after lunch.
(Mason sits down next to Mary.)
Mary: Mason! No... Don't!
Mason: Mary! You do want to talk to me...
Mary: No, I don't! I don't!
Mason: ...you just don't know it yet. You have to talk to me, so that I can tell you that when Ted's case comes to trial I'm going to call you as a witness... For the defense...

Mary is astonished at Mason's last words. Bartender serves Mason a drink.

Bartender : Sir, your mineral water.
Mason: Thank you. The man's a wizard with mineral water.
Mary: Mason, I have nothing to say in Ted's defense and you are perfectly aware of that. So if this is some ploy on your part...
Mason: No, no, no! I have something up my sleeve, but I don't wanna talk about the case now. I have nothing pleasant to say and I can tell you're smack on the horns of a spiritual dilemma.
Mary: Is nothing sacred to you?
Mason: No... and I tell you it makes me want to hide my head in shame. I don't though, it's considered rude at the table.
Mary: You see! There you go again.
Mason: What is it Mary? What is... What is it that makes you ran to Monseigneur Hammond, Mother Superior, away from your mother, away from me? Could it be, that your feelings about Ted and me make you feel like you don't measure up? You know, I had a spiritual dilemma once, not too long ago. Your turn to laugh, right?
Mary: No.
Mason: Well, I won't say that I passed with flying colors, but I do think it's almost over. At least I hope so. Let me tell you a story about not measuring up. It's a... it's a parable really... like... like the Prodigal Son. Only this is about the Prodigal Son's brother. The one that stayed home. This brother labored in his father vineyards from dawn until dark and asked very little in return because he felt very sorry for his father. He knew how much he missed the Prodigal Son, who had... left home forever.
Mary: Oh, not forever.
Mason: This is my parable. Older son worked harder and harder to win his father's love and make his father happy, he obeyed his every wish, his every rule, no mater how unreasonable, but it was all to no avail. Because the truth was that the harder he tried, the more his father despised him, and loved instead the other son... who was never to come home. Finally, the hard-working son defied his father. He refused to labor in his vineyard or live in his father's mansion like a servant. As strange and alien as it seemed he struck out on his own. And his father rained down hatred on him. But the son survived. He found work and he found lodging, and best of all he found that he didn't need his father's respect any more, because he respected himself. Here's to you sister! May you find the answer within yourself. If I could, you can.

Mason and Mary are in Orient Express. Mason is talking to Santana. He looks back and notices that Mary is playing with her hair.

Santana: I think I'm boring you.
Mason: Oh, no. Not at all, Santana. I just have to do something that's critically important to me. If you excuse me...

Mason leaves Santana and approaches Mary's table. On the way he adjusts his tie.

Mason: Hmm, hmm... May I join you? I don't mind if I do. (Sits down opposite Mary.)
Mary: I knew you'd come.
Mason: A-ha. You're taking me for granted already.
Mary: As soon as I made my decision I knew that you would swoop down on me and try to take advantage of me. You'd better watch out, Mason Capwell... because I can fight just as dirty as you can.
Mason: I don't have the slightest notion what you're talking about.

A waiter serves Mary a drink.

Mary: Thank you.
Mason: Exactly, how do I "fight dirty" and how are you planning to fight back?
Mary: You say what you want to me... (sips her drink)
Mason: No, I don't. Not by a long shot.
Mary: This isn't what I ordered...
Mason: Let me see. (Takes the tumbler from Mary's hand and sniffs the drink.) No, that's Ginger Ale that's... (smiles) ...got something else added, Rye or Bourbon I would say...
Mary: Oh, never mind.
Mason: Bartender probably thought you needed it, alcohol the way...
Mary (gets a bit annoyed at his words): I said "Never mind".
Mason: What, I am driving you into drink? What will Sister Mary sink to next?
Mary: You know what? I don't give a damn what you think about me!
Mason: Yes, you do. But liqueur and naughty words won't change my mind.
Mary: Mason, just... (almost crying) ...go away!
Mason: Mary... Something's happened?
Mary: Yes. Council of Nicaea happened in 325 AD. Some 16 hundred years later a little girl was born in Ventura, California. She read about it in her Catechism booklet. She thought how nice it would be to belong to something that old and that holy.
Mason: Was she right?
Mary: There's nothing she ever belonged to before in her life. It'd be very holy and last very long of all.
Mason: Cannot be easy. Was she right?
Mary: I wanted not to be ordinary. I wanted to be better.
Mason: Mary... have you left the convent?
Mary: I wanted to be like those people. I've seen them, I've... I've even met some of them, who are so far above everybody I... I knew before that... that... they are not hurt by anything except other people's sorrows, 'cause they don't have any of their own. They don't think about themselves. They... They pray... they meditate... they don't hate anybody. They work hard. And when they go to sleep at night... they don't see what I see: somebody scraping the flash of the man who raped my sister out of the man with her fingernails... And that man's face, and his brother's face... Yours... See, those people forgive, I can't.
Mason: Whatever you think the state of your soul is, Mary, it doesn't matter to all those people you've helped through the years. That's what's real. Don't discount that.
Mary: I don't discount anything except the way I thought about myself. I am ordinary. And I'm selfish, and I'm... vengeful. Oh, don't get me wrong, I've got my good qualities too, but... I couldn't stay where I was and be what I am. Something had to change, I couldn't. So, yeah... I left. I had too. (Takes a big gulp out of her tumbler.)
Mason: I wish I could tell you how I think of you and have you believe it. Your family's been through a lot lately, it's bound to hurt you.
Mary: I'm only this hard on myself when I'm around you.
Mason: You know, I'd have to believe it if somebody told me I'd driven somebody into the convent. Never expected to hear I'd driven somebody out.

Mary stops a waiter.

Mary: Excuse me. Whatever this is I'd like another.
Mason: You don't like taste of it much, do you?
Mary: Excuse me. Could I see a menu?
Mason: That's a good idea. I'd love to join you for dinner.
Mary: Thank you.
Mason: May I recommend the Chicken Veronique? It's a nice dress. Is it new? It's a dumb question, I know it's obviously not standard issue. In fact, you bought it just this afternoon at "Chambers" Department Store... after you went by your Mother Superior's office and stopped by the Mission.
Mary: That's how you do it! That's why every time I turn around... You had me followed.
Mason: Well, I'd follow you myself but you get so annoyed.
Mary: Why, Mason? Why are you doing this to me? I mean...you... you said that you admire me and sometimes I even believe you. So why are you tormenting me like this when you know I am going through the biggest upheaval in my whole life?!
Mason: Well, I'm sorry if I didn't realize that my being here constituted torment. You know, may be I am just trying to help you, trying to understand you.
Mary: Why? What do you care? I mean what's that to you? If it's about Ted's trial, you know I'm not going to help you.
Mason: It's only partly that.
Mary: Then what?
Mason: There's something in you that's like something in me.
Mary: I thought that.
Mason: A need you have to be right, I have that too. To be respected... and for revenge.
Mary: Only in proportion to the crime.
Mason: Really? On that day at the Perkins' I watched you and Ted and Christie together. I looked at the way Christie looked at Ted, and I looked at the way you looked at Ted, and I couldn't help but wonder why you looked more like a person who had been raped than she did.

Mary stops the waiter again.

Mary: Just one more please.
Mason: That's number four, but who is counting?
Mary: You are. And I find it extremely annoying.
Mason: Did you know that the children of alcoholics are much more likely to become alcoholics themselves?
Mary: You're just a fountain of information.
Mason: If the shoe fits...
Mary: Look, my mother had a drinking problem... briefly. It's over now.
Mason: I see. And how long is yours going to last?
Mary: Aren't we pious all of a sudden?
Mason: I'm sorry. It's just when I see somebody drinking the way you are: wanting to get numb, not liking the taste of it...
Mary: Look, if you would go away, may be it would be different.
Mason: Me and how much else, Mary? How much of the world has to go aw... away before you're satisfied with it? Now, if you forgive me that I'm concerned, but you opened a very big door this morning and I'm not sure you're ready to see what's on the other side of it.
Mary: What do you think I've been? Dead?! I haven't been in prison! You think nobody's lived 'cause they haven't lived like you? Ah.. You know, it's really astounding. You are reaching heights of arrogance before my very eyes.
Mason: I try.
Mary: Oh, don't be modest. You're wonderful at it, Mason. I remember the very first time you coerced me into having dinner with you. I had never seen anything like it before. I would've died laughing except that you kept saying things that made my jaw drop open.
Mason: Well, at least I made an impression.
Mary: What was it you said? Oh, yes! "Let me be a catalyst to release the hidden passion."
Mason: I don't think you're being fare.
Mary: Oh, and the expression on your face when you found out I was a nun. That I will treasure as long as I live.
Mason: You know, that I believe. I was sure you'd sprung that little trap before.
Mary: What?
Mason: You heard me. There was a little too much of... a tease in you, luring a victim into a web and then pouncing when he was exposed and vulnerable. That's not very charitable.
Mary: No, it wasn't very charitable and I loved it. I loved outwitting the Capwell playboy. It was a one shot deal. Just for you.
Mason: Well... That's too bad you could only use it once since you've enjoyed it so much. What do you do for an encore?
Mary: Mmm... I'll think of something.
Mason: Yeah, you'd better... 'Cause there's nothing to hide behind now, is there? No... habit, no cross, no convent walls... Out here a tease is a tease, and people who play with other people's feelings have to answer for it. And when a man acts like he wants a woman, then she responds to it. Nobody's gonna come along and whisk her away. She's got to say "No", or "May be" or "Yes, I want you too". You'd better start practising.

Mason and Mary are having a dinner at the Orient Express.

Mary: Did I order it? Was I hungry?
Mason: I ordered it. The only use you could find for your menu was diversionary. Eat.
Mary: Gonna be so strange not to go back there...
Mason: Where?
Mary: ...to pay rent, find a job... buy clothes. You know, I didn't know what my size was. Sales lady laughed at me.
Mason: Must all be a little frightening.
Mary: Yes.
Mason: And exciting.
Mary: Ahhh. I hope the feeling would go away. I really tried to make it go away.
Mason: You're getting more and more difficult to follow, Mary.
Mary: Have you ever been... somewhere... like in a situation... where everybody seemed better than you?
Mason: Never.
Mary: Like... like the things that came re-a-lly easy for them were like re-a-lly hard for you. That's what I felt. It wasn't my faith. My faith was really strong. It was just the rest of me that wasn't... but I really did try.
Mason: Mary, you don't have to justify yourself to me.
Mary: Oh, you're just... disappointed.
Mason: Oh, I am? Why?
Mary: Because you thought it was all about you and your brother Ted. And all along it was about me... (Background music starts to play. Mary looks startled.) Do you recognize this?
Mason: Why?
Mary: This song... It used to play on the radio when I was little. I used to... Oh, boy... you don't wanna hear about that.
Mason: You used to sing it?
Mary: I used to dance to it. All by myself in front of my mirror in my slippers. And I used to wonder if I would ever grow up and grow pretty and leave home.
Mason: You did... and you are... and you left.
Mary: Yeah, I left. Didn't have to be pretty in the convent. My mom always said that Christie was the pretty one Mary was the smart one. Christie didn't look very pretty though after this... And I don't think I am very smart anymore.
Mason: You don't need food. You need sleep. Common, I'll take you home.
Mary: I'll get home by myself. Thank you very much.
Mason: Congratulations. You are civilian. You just told your first lie.

Mason stands up.

Mason: Now, common! (helps Mary to stand up) Easy...

Mason is laughing. They leave the table.

Mason: Wait right here.

Mason goes to pay the bill. Mary looks completely spaced out. She starts to dance slowly by herself in the middle of the restaurant. Mason comes back and grabs her arm.

Mason: Mary...
Mary: Oh, you're back.

They dance together.

Mason: This isn't your bedroom mirror. People don't dance alone in restaurants... not this kind of restaurant anyway.
Mary (shrugs her shoulders): Another rule broken.

Mason laughs.

Mason: I like you when you're breaking rules.

They dance...

Mary: I don't like you to think of me that way...
Mason: Tough.
Mary: No. I... I... I mean it... Mason...
Mason: As of this morning I can think of you any way I want. But don't worry... Right now I think you're mostly drunk... and tired... and need to be take home. Common!

Mason tries to walk Mary away.

Mary: I'm not going anywhere with you.
Mason: Mary, please, don't be difficult.

Steve Basset approaches them. He grabs Mason by the shoulder and when Mason turns around Steve punches him in the face. Mason falls on the floor.

Steve: Leave her alone, Capwell! Where've you been? We looked everywhere!

Mason looks up at Steve.

Mason: She was having dinner with me.

Steve punches Mason again. CC, who was having dinner with Sophia, leaps up from his seat. Sophia tries to stop him.

Sophia: CC! Don't!
CC: I'm not gonna let somebody pulling my son!
Sophia: You don't know what happened. You'll exert yourself. Let Mason handle it.

CC leaves his table, Sophia follows him.

Sophia: CC!
Mary (to Steve): Mason didn't do anything.

Mason stand up. His nose is bleeding.

Mason: No, but I could be persuaded to change my mind...
Steve: Great! All I need is another excuse.

CC approaches them. He grabs Steve Bassett.

CC: Get your hands off my boy!

Steve wants to punch him but doesn't.

CC: Go ahead and see I will get you!
Steve: Mary! We're leaving!.. I'll drop it, CC. Out of respect for your age...
CC: At my age I can knock your crew out of town without lifting a finger.

Steve sneers. Mary tries to help Mason.

Mary: Mason, are you all right?
Mason: Oh, yeah. I always get nose bleeds at this altitude.
Mary: Well, I don't mind if you are a little hurt...
Mason: You must've been a wonderful nurse.

Steve grubs Mary's arm and pulls her out of the restaurant.

Steve (to Mason): You stay away from her! Capwell assaulting a nun! I wonder how that'll look in the morning paper.
Mason: Talk to Mary before you talk to the papers, Bassett.
CC: Get out of my hotel, Bassett. And don't come back!
Steve: Gladly! (Then speaks to Mary.) I hope this is giving you some idea what kinda friends you can make around here...
Mason: Steve!

Steve turns around and Mason punches him in the face. Steve falls on the floor.

Mason: It's a cheap shot, I know. But it should've felt good.
Mary: Steve, are you all right?

Steve attempts to get to Mason, but is being stopped.

Steve (shouts): You think I don't know what you're up to. Trying to get to Christie duping her! But it's not gonna work! Your brother's going right behind bars like the animal he is! And if you ever lay a hand on Mary again... I'll brake it off!

Steve and Mary leave.

Mason: Neanderthal.
CC: Are you all right?
Mason: Yeah...
CC: Why the hell didn't you hit'im any harder?

Mason and CC laugh.

Mason: Well, may be I would've, if you'd held him down.
CC: If I was only twenty year younger!
Mason: You did just fine. Thanks for... jumping in there. Why didn't you just let him beat me to a pulp?
CC: Because...
Mason: Oh...