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Faster! Faster!

Faster! We burned the village, but sure he has a show to follow.

Thank you.

Put it on the cliff top? Yeah, yes.

Who is she?

It cut her head off.

Dear God, she's a holy... It's a bad time.

Lord.

I could not see that she was a nun.

She will explain that to God.

We'll all burn in hell!

The Belichicks are coming.

Hey.

Halifax Tower, this is CA -139. I'm requesting a phone fast over.

Sidney, where are you? A few minutes from the coast.

I'm going to gas up in Halifax and head home.

How did it go?

The settlement was untouched.

I picked up some unbelievable pieces.

Rasmussen's crown?

That's a roger. Yes.

Ian McKenzie was there looking for it, too.

It wasn't easy giving him the slip, but I finally did.

Well, you were more determined, as usual.

This time, anyway.

You don't give yourself enough credit.

You underestimate yourself.

Thanks, Nigel.

Got an ETA of 1 ,600 hours.

And where's Claudia?

In class.

She doesn't have a Wednesday class.

No, a yoga class.

Call Blaine at the museum.

Tell him the crown is safe and sound and all ahead.

Right. Will do.

Well, it should be plain sailing from here on in.

I mean, flying.

You know what I mean.

Roger that.

CA -139 are out.

McKenzie!

McKenzie! Ah, ah, ah.

Nice to see you.

I promised this to a Saudi prince.

Or a jerk.

You're all right.

It's just a slight concussion, that's all.

Oh,

I thought I... No, you survived the crash.

Heaven's much nicer than this.

I hope you don't mind. We went through your things looking for some

identification. We found your name on your passport.

And when we searched the Internet for more information, we found more than we

ever could have imagined.

You're a relic hunter.

That's why you're here.

What's why I'm here?

You find things that are lost.

And we've been praying for someone to help us.

What are you looking for?

Sister Evangeline.

Oh, a missing person is more the job of the police.

Not in this case.

Sister Evangeline disappeared 400 years ago.

Femalist revolution, Nigel.

I mean, no more women in ugly shoes telling us we're just the same as men.

Because, I mean, we're not.

We're different. And we should enjoy it.

I mean, I love my breasts.

But we're also not different either, which is also very cool.

I mean, women are just as mean and horny and power -hungry as men are.

Maybe even more.

You don't look good.

Do you ever consider what it's all about?

What what's all about?

Why we're here, why we exist, what really is the nature of our being.

I know, I'm asking questions that don't have answers.

I never do that.

Instant studies.

Sydney, yo.

Yeah, he's here.

Kind of.

Pick you up? Mm -hmm.

Not at the airport.

At the...

Excuse me.

I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'm lost.

I'm trying to get into town.

Oh, it's about two miles down the road. Turn left at the sign that goes to town.

Where are you going in town?

Just to Mercy Convent.

Oh, turn left at the second set of lights, right on Bathurst. It's about

blocks down on your right.

You really know your way around.

I live there.

You're a nun?

Don't worry. It's not contagious.

No, of course not. I'm sorry. It's just... Well, you don't look like a nun.

The penguin thing.

Black on black on black. I'm an idiot.

No, you're normal.

People get into the habit of expecting habits.

That's changed.

Can I give you a lift?

No, thank you. I've got another five miles to run.

Training for a triathlon.

Bye. Bye.

Excuse me, sister. I was wondering if you could help... Sydney.

You haven't.

Did you?

I mean, I've been thinking about things as well, but God... Well, that's the

point, of course, isn't it? God.

Well, I meant it only as an exclamation of emphasis, not as anything derogatory.

Are you finished?

Why, yes. I think so.

Are you? Okay, relax.

I just needed something to wear after the plane crash.

I couldn't resist trying the whole thing on.

What do you think?

It looks hot.

How are you feeling?

Fine. Good.

We're booked on a plane out of Halifax.

Change in plans. We're going to stay and help the nuns find Sister Evangeline.

Sister Evangeline?

Well, just her body. Her head's buried under the statue.

Right, and they became separated because... Poor thing was murdered.

Just thought you'd like to know your clothes are dry.

And you must be Naito.

Hi.

The man responsible sailed over with Samuel Champlain.

The French explorer?

Mm -hmm.

No one knows what happened exactly, but Champlain was shocked by the date.

He executed the murders and gave all he owned to the nuns? Yes.

Failed back to France, the man very spiritually confused.

I had almost given up hope of finding her.

And then Sydney was delivered from the heavens.

Something like that.

Sister, do you have any idea where Champlain's fort was?

Mm -hmm. You're standing on top of it.

The convent was built where the fort had been. We discovered the remains when

our foundation was being replaced.

The tunnels are remarkably intact.

They've never been excavated. We wanted to, of course, but the cost.

Maybe we can find something to start with.

Well, if you see Sister Evangeline, ask her to lend a hand. You don't really

believe that, of course.

That Sister Evangeline is here, watching over us?

Never seen her, but I've certainly felt her presence.

It's right down there. Just follow the foundation wall. You mind? Oh, help

yourself. I'll get your rooms ready while you're working.

We're staying here.

What step?

This one.

Must be where the murderers went their last day.

Come back tomorrow, bring some tools.

It's a sad fact of life, but the days of relying on charitable donations are a

thing of the past.

How do you make anything?

With cakes and doilies.

Wow.

Looks like Silicon Valley.

We compile and maintain databases for over 200 companies around the world.

You set this up?

Derek did. A local builder.

Knows the bank.

Helped us get our loan.

Angels appear when you need them the most.

Sometimes they even land in your field.

I spoke to Sister Mary. She said the washroom is the first door on the left

assured me it is strictly a non -free zone.

Good night.

Good night.

I... It's been a mistake.

They said the facility,

there wouldn't be... There weren't supposed to be any women, nuns. People

supposed to be nun -free.

Well, no one told me. Apparently not.

I have to leave now.

No, no, you don't have to go. Yes, I do very much.

I'm doing the shower.

You are. I mean...

You are?

And I think you were in the middle of brushing your teeth.

How's your room?

My room?

It's... It's perfect.

And your bed?

My bed?

Well, it's... Like a rock house? Yeah, absolutely.

Nuns used to sleep on wooden planks. We've come a long way.

Leave your window open.

The ocean breeze is lovely, and you can hear the foghorn from the point.

Well, I love the fog.

I'm English.

I noticed.

Make yourself at home.

Thank you.

Oh, my God.

I'm such a klutz.

They pave it cleanly.

is next to godliness.

I pray that it's true.

Fire!

Fire!

I'm not exactly sure what I saw.

I mean, it was too dark to actually see a face.

If there was a face.

It was Sister Evangeline.

She set that fire.

The fire department says it was probably caused by faulty wiring, Sister.

She's sending us a message.

Well, if she did, I wish she'd used email.

Sister Grace doesn't believe we should be involved in computers.

I'm going to go take a look around.

The fire wasn't an accident.

B -40 blasting cap or what's left of it. Where'd it come from?

Over there.

Someone used it to start the fire.

How can you be so sure of that, miss?

B -40s used exclusively construction sites.

Since I haven't been whittled at all day, I think you need a cop out here.

I am a cop.

Then you'll be one of us.

That fire could have burnt this place to the ground. If there's any chance that

it was arson, you damn well find out who it is. We will.

Oh, excuse me.

We haven't been introduced. I'm Derek Horsham.

I've heard about you. You've done a lot for the sisters.

Yeah, well, now it's a total loss.

Mrs. Jemera was only a day away from signing an insurance box.

You're kidding.

Well, I know the agent she was working with, so... Hopefully I can work

something out.

Can I ask you, why are you looking for Sister Benjamin?

Part of what I do is search for relics.

Every relic tells a human story, gives us insight into our lives.

Sister Benjamin's life was a beautiful story.

Well, 400 years is a long time.

Yes, but Champlain's fort's never been touched.

Maybe we'll be able to make a lead out of it.

Well, look, let me know if there's anything I can do.

Last one.

Give me your hand.

A little more.

A

plain

stockade.

Looks like he had room for quite a few guests.

Those were ratty times.

Why is it prisoners always write on walls?

Maybe when you're about to die, you want to leave something behind that lives

on.

It doesn't look like there's anything left here but bad memories.

Now I have one of my own.

Someone fancied himself an artist.

A tree.

Very good.

The guy that killed Sister Evangeline was named La Forêt.

Forest in French.

Careful.

What is it?

ELF. Amelia Foray.

The cross must be where Sister Evangeline is buried.

Why else would he put it on the map?

Well, if he didn't want anyone to know where she was, why did he draw a map at

all?

Must be Sister Mary or someone from the convent. Right.

Hello?

Who's there?

Anyone there?

What was that?

There it is again.

Were you calling after me?

Yes.

Cram really didn't pay back then.

Laforet left this behind.

It might lead us to Sister Evangeline.

Watch your step, Sister.

No, sister, quickly.

Would

you

sit down, Nigel? You're making me nervous. I don't feel like sitting,

I just came within inches of losing my head, which seems to happen a lot around

here.

That thing, how do you explain it?

Whatever it was, it wasn't Sister Evangeline.

Of course not.

Sister Evangeline was a woman of peace. That could never change, regardless of

what happened to her.

Then what was it?

One of the sneaks, they are.

That's very comforting.

Take a look at this map.

See the way it lays out?

It's like looking at a constellation of stars.

Connect the pictures with a line and it forms a triangle.

With the cross at the apex.

Sister Evangeline.

La bouche diabolique.

The devil's mouth.

Exactly. Does that mean anything to you, sister?

Afraid none of this does.

Well, 400 years ago, the devil's mouth was probably another landmark.

The only thing I do recognize is its rock formation. It's on the road leading

out to the coast.

Is there anyone here that knows what this area used to look like?

Paul.

You should talk to Paul.

Is Paul an historian?

Look at him the wrong way, did I?

Nobody knows how to build things at last.

Don't care about nothing but the God Almighty dollar.

Mr. Mary said your family's lived here for 300 years.

367.

Been downhill most of that time.

She thought you might help interpret this map.

Perhaps this is the bad time.

You might check the gas tank.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Don't you want to talk?

Where are you going to in such a hurry?

That's the trouble with the world these days.

Everybody's in a hurry.

Windmill would have been in a Van Helsing place.

Mini golf course.

There's the rough formation that Sister Mary meant.

Windmill was there.

Morton's Grove there.

Spring to the right.

When I was a youngster, you'd come out here and see nothing but fields.

Now you got a yacht club, housing estates.

A golf club behind there.

Sure, it won't be long before Starbucks will be selling lattes to the mountain

bikers.

This is where the lines on the map come together.

No cross, no tree.

At least not one that looks 400 years old.

Nothing that looks like a devil's mouth.

The bloody bench is built on a tree stump.

The size, it could be hundreds of years old.

No.

Sidney, is this sensible? I mean, it's a 200 -foot drop.

We're not jumping, Nigel. We're climbing down.

Well, what if we slip, fall?

There are rocks in the water and God knows what else. You're being negative.

I'm being practical.

This is a piece of cake. I've rappelled down hundreds of cliffs.

That's why I have a hard time climbing out of a bunk bed.

The secret is not to look down. That's what my father taught me the first time

we climbed together.

You ready?

No.

Come on, Nigel.

Coming.

I'm supposed to try anything once.

I was wrong.

Totally. I can't do this. Not even once.

How am I supposed not to look down when all there is is down?

Just grab the rope and close your eyes.

Right. Good. Thanks very much for the advice.

I'm coming.

They killed me.

I

never

want to have to do anything like that again, Sidney.

Paul says we've got about half an hour before the tide fills us up.

Not much of a cave, is it?

I stand corrected.

You've never done anything like it with the men.

It's also a dead end.

Maybe.

We really should get back.

I'm sure you're right.

No, wait.

Man -made.

Apparently.

La forêt.

Yes.

A door.

Nigel!

We haven't much time left. We should come back after the tide's got out

Well, ridiculous suggestion, of course.

Looks like a cathedral.

Sister Evangeline.

It's more than Sister Evangeline.

Laforet must have figured he couldn't risk coming back here.

Not after he chopped a nun's head off.

He left a map for whoever he would send back to retrieve the treasure for him.

It's a bloody fortune here.

Bloody might be the right word for it. What do you mean?

No one leaves a fortune unprotected.

This is a miracle.

It certainly is. I could have been killed.

We found Mr.

Evangeline. Well, what's left of her at any rate. And enough money to get the

nuns all the computers they need for another 400 years. I'm afraid their

credit's already shot.

This is what I meant by more here than meets the eye.

You're way too clever for your own good.

No, I've just had more experience than the nuns with guys like you.

But he arranged the loan.

He also arranged for the fire.

When the bank forecloses, he snaps it up, gets it at fire sale prices, so to

speak.

He's a developer.

It's just good business.

And the convent's sitting on the best real estate in town, which they wouldn't

dream of selling.

There are ways to make people sell when they won't do business with you.

And you don't care who it hurts.

You know, it took a real pro to set a fire like that.

And, uh, oh, you seem to have exactly the same size feet as our headless

Evangeline. Way too clever.

Come on, the tide's coming in. Let's get them down into the cave.

What about all that?

Uh, we'll bring my truck back for it tomorrow.

She's not going to be happy.

Oh, Sister Mary's a survivor.

She'll get over it.

I was talking about Sister Evangeline.

You're making a big mistake.

There are some things you don't mess around with.

Oh, I worry about a lot of things.

But a nun who's been dead for 400 years is not one of them. Hurry up!

You're going to be underwater in a few minutes.

You know that miracle you were talking about, Sidney?

I could sure use another one.

What the hell is that?

The wind.

That's not the wind.

No, it's not.

You shut up. It's the damn wind.

That was the wind, wasn't it?

She's at peace now.

Thanks to you.

We've got a lot to thank Sister Evangeline for.

She is amazing.

We can go pack our stuff.

Right.

You know, it's well known that Sister Evangeline had a strong voice and a

temper.

400 years ago.

Mm -hmm.

400 years ago.

Do you really believe it was her?

Belief is a mysterious thing, Nigel.

If we could prove what we believed in, it wouldn't be a belief anymore. We

know.

I can't prove it was Sister Evangeline.

If you believe strongly enough, Nigel, anything's possible.

Anything and everything.

I'm back.

You've heard the Lilith Fair CD?

I'm back?

Yeah.

I was gone.

Okay, what about the Lilith Fair CD?

Isn't it amazing? I mean, women celebrating women. It's like completely

empowering.

Like totally.

Please get me a cup of tea.

I don't think so.

Excuse me? No tea.

What, are we out?

No.

Then what?

I don't get tea, Sidney.

No tea.

What about coffee?

No coffee.

No juice. No milk.

Not anymore.

Might I ask why, Claudia?

It's a form of gender enslavement. I mean, you're only asking me to do this

because I'm a woman.

No, I'm asking you because I'm the woman you work for and you're my assistant.

See? My point exactly.

Subservience.

Speaking of subservient, where's Nigel?

He won't be available for a while.

Where is he?

Exploring.

Ours is a silent order.

We ask that our visitors completely refrain from talking. Of course, of

We find we hear so much more when we're not talking. Oh, yes, well, of course.

That's why I've come, to hear my own voice.

You're on a spiritual journey.

I suppose I am.

Just embarking.

Go slowly. It can be a little unsettling at first.

Yes.

One thing, just before I thought.

Just in the Monsignor's office.

It's just that I'm having second thoughts, Sydney.

Talking's not allowed.

Apparently we eat in our rooms. I'm going to be alone every single minute of

day and night. I'm just not sure I'm ready for this. It's like running a

marathon before learning how to walk.

Claudia, what does she want?

to give him a shoulder rub.