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ANGELS OF SIN

This film was inspired by
a French Dominican congregation

founded in 1867 by Father Lataste.

The authors are responsible
for the story they created,

yet also tried to convey,

by means of images and details
taken from reality,

the atmosphere of these convents,

and the spirit of their mission.

Ave Maria.

We'll have the tall, devoted driver
I asked for?

Good. Have him wait.

You're excused, you're sick.

Please, I'm better.
I had to stay in last time.

- That's why it didn't work.
- Then come. You'll bring us luck.

I made a sketch so we don't make
the same mistake as last time.

Mother Subprioress will wait
in a taxi on the corner.

Yes, Mother.

Mother Mistress and I
will go to the door.

Bring a flashlight, it'll be dark.

Yes, Mother.

If it works, we head for the car.

If there's trouble,
we head this way.

Mother Mistress's signal
will be 3 flashes.

Then come meet us this way.

Don't worry, Mother St John.

Edouard's driving.
He's a former boxer.

I ask the community to pray
while we're gone, even all night,

so as to ensure our success.

Inmate 42-16 is here, Mother.
She's waiting.

Agnes!

Mother, thank you for coming!

Ready to follow us?

I've waited all month!

- You have your release papers?
- Here.

Mother...

I know. Someone asked about you,
wrote to you.

The letter begged me, threatened me.

Don't shake, dear.
Have no fear.

- Anything suspicious?
- The guard saw prowlers...

Wait 'til his next round.

No, we don't have time.
Come, Agnes.

Mother, it's him!

- I'm Anne-Marie.
- Mother Prioress is waiting.

You know the life you'll have here?

A wonderful life,
with my outcast sisters.

Yes, sisters in misery.

We welcome those freed from prison.

Sins and misfortunes
are divine guarantees.

You're from a gentler background,
and this is a hard legion.

I must ensure you're up to it.
Are you happy?

- Very.
- Healthy?

Enough for the world I left.

- You bid it farewell?
- To an old couple on the train.

And a dog that resembled mine.

I'm ready.

The rehabilitated nuns
have the same rights,

commitments
and religious honor as you.

You agree to live among them,

leading the same life,
being seen as one of them?

That's why I'm here.

Then you're welcome.

So gloomy, Mother St John?

You light up when you like novices.

I won't light up, as you say,
today, Mother.

Let's hope you do in 2 weeks

when she dons her habit with Agnes.

Are you ready?

Does it suit me?

It does.
Look at my face to be sure.

Here, our only mirror
is another Sister's eyes.

I'm so silly!

Mother Dominique!

Hurry, they're waiting for us.

Mother Dominique,
I can't see myself!

What do you ask for?

For God's mercy, and yours.

Stand up.

God's mercy is not ours to give,

but your gesture
leads us to believe you have it.

As for ours, we give it freely.

You have a year
to experience our life.

If you don't like it,
or we dislike your behavior,

you're free to go
as we're free to send you away.

Approach and join our family.

- What should I give you?
- Make a sacrifice.

I've only worthless mementos.

That's why
you must give them away.

This belt can replace Sister Marthe's.

Give the pen
to Sister Beatrice, our secretary.

I've also a gold pencil. For you.

What about these books,
letters and photos?

They won't please anyone.
Let me keep them.

Girls we take from prison
keep nothing.

Be an example.

- Just a few days.
- As you wish.

When your whole world
is your papers, they weigh heavily.

- What's wrong?
- My mirror's gone, Mother!

It was right here...

It's going around the convent.
It's not important.

My chain and pencil are gone, too!

They couldn't have been stolen?

They merely took a special path
to Mother Prioress.

Stand up.

Forgive me for the pain I caused!

But I've been 5 years
without a mirror.

Who did you see in it?

A thief masquerading as Sister Agnes.

I also stole this chain and pencil.

- Forgive me.
- Go in peace.

If you'll fight
against your bad habits,

you may stay.

Don't be so good to me,
I need your severity.

Yours is sufficient for today.

Mother Prioress kept the mirror.
Here's the rest.

They are no longer mine.
Give them away.

Why did you come here, Sister?

- To see you.
- We're not interesting.

To see the most miserable of you.

I've a brother,
always wanted a sister

to have poverty
as the family I lack.

It's not a family, it's a sickness.
Like leprosy.

To embrace lepers,
you need great courage.

Or great pride.

Some Sisters here
think you're proud.

If pride is thinking I was chosen

to win over the guiltiest
or the most stubborn here, I am.

An angel couldn't win
some of them over.

They're those I wish to meet.

I long to go on prison visits
with Mother Prioress.

Your jail held bad criminals?

It's not those who committed
the worst crimes who resist.

- There are others.
- You had them?

One. Who even we were afraid of.

She was clever and fought hard.

Her beauty was twisted by hate.

- Why was she there?
- She was convicted of theft.

- What did she tell the Sisters?
- Nothing.

- What's her name?
- Therese.

What was that?

We said we have no Sister Therese,
we need one.

Is she still in jail?

Her 2 years are almost up.

I beg a favor, Mother.

Yes, my Daughter?

To accompany Mother Prioress
to the prison.

You're new. This is unusual. Why?

- I feel I'm being called.
- Your mission is here.

I must go. Before it's too late.

Go to our Founder's grave, Sister.

He'll tell you to seek our peace.

- I went. He urged me to do this.
- Sister!

- Forgive me, Mother.
- Go.

She's the opposite of what we need.
An agitated soul...

But a soul, nonetheless.

- We like your daughter, ma'am.
- Who wouldn't?

Imagine how hard it is
to be separated from her.

If she were happy, I'd bow out.

But this convent... I came for her.

You'll see her.

Anne-Marie loves beauty,
luxury, cleanliness.

How could she be happy
amongst criminals?

I can't imagine being with one.

Yet it's easy, ma'am.
I'm one of them.

I'm sorry.

We like Anne-Marie,
but I'm not holding her.

Nor any who haven't
taken their vows.

I count my flock each night
with anguish.

They're all there.

We'll miss Anne-Marie if she leaves,

but we'll abide by that.

- Thank you.
- For what?

Saying you were a criminal.

Maybe it's bad.
It might have been vanity.

Anne-Marie!

You're so beautiful, mother!

I'm so lucky you're my mother.

Your hair!

Not a strand is missing.

Darling!

- I came for you.
- Came for me?

You won't stay another day.

You said I could.

- Be devoted to God, not criminals.
- What's the difference?

Darling! Fight misfortune
by doing charity work with me.

You'll help the deprived,
who deserve you more.

There are murderesses here!

You don't understand.

What's to understand?

You must be sure of yourself
to do what you're doing!

Do you not know me, either?
You think I'm weak?

Dear child!

I'm your child,
but I'm strong, mother dear.

I didn't leave the world
because it was hard,

but because
there were no challenges.

I came to fight misery,
to help people.

I can do that here.
I'm happy here.

But sad I cause you pain.

You can't offer God
the suffering of others!

Forgive me.

What's wrong, Clotilde? You cried?

I wasn't honest...

The convent's not for you?

We'll find you a job.

I long only for the convent.

But I'm in for 20 years!

So?

I'll be 45 in 20 years,
it will be too late!

Why too late?

Powder, Janine?

Plaster. Sorry, Mother.

- Plaster?
- From the wall.

It makes you pale, you've no color.

You'll get some with us.

The Council accepted you.

- Here, if you want.
- Perfect.

You could say hello.

Here's one
who'll never amount to anything.

She's hopeless.

Sorry, Sister!
She stained your habit!

- No matter.
- She did it on purpose!

She stains anything white.
Just like her!

Come on!

Why didn't you speak to her,
Mother?

She doesn't want me to.

For her, words come from those
who command, punish, insult her.

Had we spoken, we'd be the same.

She'd have lumped us with the guard.

Blame me for the kiss?

No, you didn't speak, either.

Go on!

- What is it?
- 17-21, sir.

Her again?

- She looks so sad.
- Her own fault.

That rebel was transferred here
3 months ago,

for us to change her.

Nothing worked.

She screams for days and nights.

She's hostile to all the guards.

- Why does she rebel?
- Listen to her!

- 17-21 is in the hole, Warden.
- Good.

- She stays until her release.
- When?

In 2 weeks. Unless I isolate her,

she'll get extra time!

You're Therese?

Yes, I know your name.
I say it daily.

Say it when I'm gone.

Therese.

Who sent you?

No one. I'm a Sister...

to everyone here.

Not mine! I'm innocent! Go!

The law makes mistakes.

Go see your thieves, I stole nothing!

He set me up!

He made me steal and turned me in.

I'm locked up and he's free!

He has 2 more weeks to be happy.

You'll be free. Do you think...

Go! You keep me from screaming!

Scream if you wish.

It won't keep me
from hearing your pain.

There's one remedy: forgiveness.

I found another.
Found it my first day here.

I've planned it. The guilty
can forgive, the innocent get revenge!

Too bad for him!

Why are you here listening to me?

Warden send you for my secrets?

What secrets?

Sister Elisabeth, you'll choose
the texts, as the youngest.

I'm scared.

Of what?

Of being the chance

that gives each sister the text
that will be her motto all year?

There is no chance, Sister.
Everything is a sign.

Sister Gabrielle.

Pascal:

"All things are mystery..."

Funny, the verses are picked
by chance, but they always fit.

St Eulalia called them
"miraculous".

Sister Berthe.

Angelus Silesius:

"Love, unannounced,
soon has God's ear.

Intelligence and wit
He takes longer to hear."

Mother St John.

St Teresa of Avila:

"Do not obey my orders,
obey my silences."

Sister Anne-Marie.

St Catherine of Siena:

"If you hear God's word
joining you to another,

listen to no other words:
they are merely its echo."

What's wrong, Sister? Are you ill?

- I hear the word.
- Which word?

The word from my text.

I already heard it
the other day in the prison.

Help me speak to you, Mother.

What I must ask you is difficult.

Explain, my child.

That's just it,
allow me to not explain.

See Therese when she's released!

You're giving orders now, Sister?

It's a humble but insistent prayer.

She needs us,
but she won't come here.

We must go to her.

I beg of you.

Go.

Insufferable child!

To which children did St Benedict
tell us to listen sometimes?

The insufferable or the wise?

At 9:00, Mother. 5 more minutes.

2 minutes, Mr. Roger.

If Mother Prioress's watch says 8:58,
I believe it.

I'll stay here, Mother.

You talk to her, I trust you.

Some role you ask me to play!

I must look like a cat
waiting by a mouse hole.

Here she is!

There should be 350 francs.

It's raining. Want to wait?

Go on. You'll manage.

You're young and smart.

Above all, don't abuse your freedom.
You'll be fine.

Hello, Mother.
You're here to see me?

I'm off to court. It's 9 AM.

Very well, Warden.

I'm happy you're free.
You were here a long time, right?

2 years.

- Going to your family?
- I have none.

- Friends?
- I haven't any.

You live in town?

I live nowhere.

Then your solitude
allows me to speak to you.

If things get hard,
our house is yours.

You're welcome there.

Very well, Mother.

If you have any problems,
come speak to me.

I'll be happy to help you out.

Thank you.

Some people won't understand,

they'll shut their doors.

Farewell, Mother.

Therese, come, I beg you.

Leave me alone. You're crazy!

- I'd like a revolver.
- Large caliber?

Medium.

I have a Herstahl for 75
or a Reduro for 100 francs.

Reduro's best.
Know how the catch works?

- No.
- Here.

Safety to the right,

fire to the left.

6 bullets. 12 with the extra clip.
Is that enough?

If it's not, I'll come back.

I didn't bring Therese back, Mother.
You win.

Sister Anne-Marie,
some feelings are unwelcome here.

Self-love is one.

Forgive me,
but it has the word "love".

So, Therese called you crazy?

To tell me I was right. No, Mother?

I'm glad you've such devotion,
but don't waste it.

It's for all your Sisters,
not just Therese.

Allow me to speak to You directly.

Your Saints will understand
why I didn't solicit them.

See me, hear me Yourself.

Deliver me
from this anguish in my heart.

Tell me the task You gave me

by letting me hear
a poor, tormented soul's secret

is but a test

from which
my greatest joy shall be born.

Protect us now and forever.

Deliver us from evil...

- It's you? Hello.
- Hello.

"So St Francis said to him:

Brother Wolf, you've done
great harm in this region.

destroying God's creatures

without His permission.

You not only slay
and devour beasts,

you're so brazen as to kill
men made in God's image.

So you deserve to be
put to death as a thief and murderer.

Everyone cries out against you."

What is it?

Mother, someone's at the door.

You have good ears,
we heard nothing. And then?

- And then?
- Go on.

"Everyone
cries out against you,

"the whole world is your enemy.

Brother Wolf, I want to make peace,
so you no longer offend them,

and they forgive all past offenses.
So neither men nor dogs..."

The door again. Why not open it?

Read, Sister.

I'm sure it's Therese, Mother!

It's been opened!

Therese, my child!

What a lovely surprise.
You have something to tell me?

- Please take me in.
- You look sick. We'll care for you.

You'll take me?
You won't send me away?

I can't go back, I hate the world.

You speak nonsense.
You don't understand.

Hate didn't bring you here.

Sister Anne-Marie will be happy,
she was worried.

Worried?

I'm so happy!
I knew you'd come!

You called her name loudly.
She heard you.

She can stay, right?

The Council will decide.
For a few months, on trial.

She's too unwell to leave now.

- Have you eaten?
- I'm not hungry.

Take care of her, Sister Anne-Marie.

I was so scared.

Scared of what?

Of misfortune, of evil.

That you'd gone to seek revenge,
but not forgiveness.

But I was sure you'd come.

Why?

By grace.

I'm sure I felt
everything you felt yesterday.

You felt my call.
I saw you everywhere...

Think they'll accept me?

They're all expecting you.

I've made a place for you.
Even your habit is ready.

Therese, I'll teach you
to find true happiness.

Teaching a pupil beatitude,
being God's seamstress...

You've brought me this gift,
thank you.

You have the weapon?

- Still no leads?
- One, it's a woman, of slight build.

She shot in a panic, bottom to top.

Two, it's revenge.
Nothing was stolen.

No prints is the print of revenge.

Revenge!

Start with his friends!

All this joy, songs, festivity
are for you,

rewards for your suffering.

We weren't Sister Therese,
yet had the same ceremony.

And in your new robe
you've stayed the same.

- True.
- I'd recognize her with a veil.

My hair shows? Why wasn't it cut?

Our last tie to the world isn't
cut till we take our vows.

My name wasn't changed?

Out of respect for you.
At my request.

Why?

It's none of your business.

Be careful, you took a bad pupil.

She's more trouble than you think

for your place in heaven.

2 PM, in the laundry room.

At 2, Sister Anne-Marie and I sing.

She's taking care of you.

At 5, she reads me
The Golden Legend.

At 7,
she has me say a special prayer.

She gives you much of her time.

Her time, heart, and soul. Too much!

Show her she's going too far.

She doesn't understand.

You came here for her.
Seeing you is her reward.

She shows me off like a curiosity.

With all of her lessons,
I feel like I'm being exhibited!

She's really exhibiting herself.

There's the devil!

Horrible Blackie!

What's that?

Blackie, Mother St John's cat.

Show me your eyes, Sister.

That's not quite it.

Your eyes aren't joyful.

I've shown you how.

It doesn't work.

That's what worries me.
Your eyes don't change.

- I've an idea, come on.
- Where?

To the garden.
You'll cut flowers for the altar.

Sister Marie-Josephe can come.

Yes, Reverend Mother!

To show me what flowers are?

No, what a bouquet for God is.

We'll innovate.
Instead of the usual mixed bunches,

we'll make bouquets
with roses, carnations and lilies.

Know the language of flowers?

- No.
- I'll teach you.

- I haven't much to tell them...
- Sister Anne-Marie!

- Where are you going?
- To the garden.

You were excused from your duties?

- This is urgent.
- Obey the rules!

Rules? This is the one place
where the heart rules!

I'll report this
to the Chapter of Faults.

My heart won't proclaim.

Go to your cell, Sister Anne-Marie.
I'll take Sister Therese today.

- Anything new?
- No.

You? I'm not surprised.

You think criminals return
to the crime scene.

They're no longer that considerate.
They're too busy!

And you?

One lead.
A woman friend

released from jail
the day he was killed.

- What's she got to say?
- She's vanished.

- Got a description?
- Yes, and photos.

Why are you
beating your laundry by hand?

St Hildegard did.
She respected everything white.

Won't make you a Saint.

Why not? That's why we're here.

All but you. You're a lay sister,

lay sisters aren't canonized.

If I chose the lay sisters,
there'd be saints galore.

Like Anne-Marie?

Why not?

St Gertrude said:
"Happiness begets saintliness."

She's the happiest one here.

It's nice to see her happy.

And so self-confident.

She should be careful.

Maybe we should warn her.

About what?

The Superiors admire her.

As do we.

But she worries them.

They think she's self-centered.

She's unaware of the danger.

- She's in no great danger.
- Yes, she is.

No more than us, we're still here.

We're imperfect by nature.

But rehabilitated sisters
must be flawless.

She's so nervous,
she makes a scene over anything.

- Want a place, Sister Therese?
- Thank you.

You look worried, Sister Therese.

- I don't think so.
- Yes, what's wrong?

I'd best not tell you.

Very well.

Sister Anne-Marie!

There's a conspiracy against you.

A conspiracy?
Don't say that word, it's bad.

You're denied prison visits.

- We take turns!
- Mother St John banned you.

- Who says so?
- Everyone does. She's wrong.

The others lack your gifts.

Mother Prioress knows.

She loves us all.

You're her favorite.

She likes your spontaneity,
your enthusiasm.

My enthusiasm?

Your impulsiveness.

Everything Mother St John hates.

I heard you singing,
it's a call I can't resist.

It's not exactly a hymn, Sister.
I heard you whistling.

It's the prettiest hymn of all,
the finches' song.

We don't have songbirds in cages?

Nightingales and finches
love liberty.

We mustn't cage them!

Your cell's untidy.

It's even a bit dusty.

- Flowers cheer it up.
- Pretty.

But the rules also say we may not
cage flowers.

They begged me to pick them.

If every pretty thing
begged to be in a Dominican cell,

where would we be?

Every pretty thing is in mine,
I collect them.

Hence the untidiness.

The beauty in my books so awed me
that I replaced them badly.

I awoke to such a fine day
that my bed's unmade.

Your head's so full of pretty images
your hair sticks out.

Mere details...

There are no details in life.

Saints treat
all duties the same way.

Details are born of negligence.

Job wasn't clean,
sitting on manure.

Were he here, he'd make his bed
and wash his eyes in 2 hours!

Unless your cat left him a gift!

Don't pick on Blackie.
He's ugly, but rids us of mice.

Where'll I put the flowers?
Now they're unworthy of the chapel.

You see,
you kept them from their mission,

made them yours.

We'll take them to the cemetery.

The dead like
what belonged to the living.

Don't dedicate your days
to Sister Therese,

neglecting others and yourself.

Abandoning her is a betrayal!

- To?
- God and myself.

Mother St John knows very well

who betrays and who is loyal.

Play anything, tell riddles.

I only know one.

Which one?

What goes up white and falls yellow?

I know: the sun.

Why?

It's a Dominican.

- What is it?
- An egg.

Mine's funnier.

What's worse, dust on furniture
or the soul?

Why that question?

Mother St John
thinks dusty tables shock God.

And?

I think He's more offended
by dust on the soul.

Dust on the soul?

Hypocrisy, for instance.

Why this example?
It's not a casual choice.

No, it isn't.

A dusty table is better
than Sisters petting Blackie

and cursing him
behind Mother St John's back.

Right, Sister Marie-Josephe?

Me? What did I do?

Sister Colette?

Sister Anne-Marie,

bring your criticisms
to the Chapter of Faults.

It's not a matter
for recreation time.

You know that. I disapprove.

Don't be so harsh!

I'm sure you and my Sisters agree.

There's a way to find out
what we think. Request it.

Sisterly correction!
I'd be happy to do that.

Sisterly correction, Sister Henri.

- What do you think of me?
- Good, but stubborn.

Unpretentious, but proud.
Intelligent, but excitable.

Is that bad?

I'm here to enlighten you,
not to judge you.

Sister Jacques?

You're hot-tempered,
prejudiced and vain.

- Irascible.
- Thank you, Sister Jacques.

Sister Therese?

How do you value me?

Above the others.

It's not about you. I'm vain, right?

You're outspoken, but ashamed.

- Full of self-love?
- You want others to like you.

I'm edgy, messy, stubborn?

You're loyal, you're yourself.

Sister Madeleine?

You think highly of yourself.

You don't understand people.

Not Madeleine, Sister Madeleine.

Coquettish, ambitious, stubborn.

That's not true!

Why do you all say this?

We all feel the same.

The others could be mistaken,
but not you!

I thought you knew me.
I thought you loved me.

You had ready
the words that hurt me most.

Your anger is like town gossip!

We're in God's light here.

Thoughts and actions
have a higher meaning.

And you behave like ants!

You're unworthy.

Thank you, Sister.

You're jealous. You're mean.

I know.

You show me my flaws,
I believe you.

But there's only one voice
that I shall obey.

No one can stop me.

"...suffered at the hands of many,

even those whom she'd most helped
in her days of prosperity.

Among them was an old woman

who had received food and mercy
from the Saint during a famine.

Meeting her in the street,

that they had to cross on a plank

because of the sludge,

the miserable woman
pushed her benefactress,

who fell into the mud.

She was thus exposed
to disgrace and mockery,

to which the Saint responded..."

What is it?

Stop petting Blackie.

"...happy to suffer such humiliation
out of love for Jesus Christ,

"who fills the hearts
of the faithful with consolation..."

I proclaim Sister Anne-Marie
for mistreating an animal.

For penance,
she'll read the Litanies.

I did not yield the way
to an older Sister

on entering the Chapter.

Proclamations for Marie-Josephe?

Yes, for petting an animal.

What?

- In the workshop...
- No explanations here.

For penance, this week
she'll enter last for services.

I laughed
and turned around in chapel.

Any proclamations
for Sister Colette?

I proclaim her
for petting an animal.

She'll sweep the chapel.

I am guilty
of interrupting a Sister.

Proclamations for Sister Thomas?

For petting an animal.

Cease your proclamations!

The Council doesn't

understand your proclamations.

Mother St John surely does.

Explain! You can't proclaim Sisters
for petting animals.

- They pet the Devil!
- That's nonsense.

It's true,
that beast came to hurt us.

It's an innocent animal.

It's Beelzebub!
He should be judged.

Because of him,
Sisters commit mortal sins.

They rightly hate him.

He steals, hates us all,
is a burden.

But Mother St John likes him.

They pet him for her,

kick him behind her back.

Beelzebub proudly walks around.

Look in his eyes,
see a path of lies and hypocrisy!

Sister!

A bluebird used to come here,

it brought joy and sincerity.

And a toad

that made us feel compassionate.

Mother St John's cat ate them.

I'd proclaim her if I could,

for not opposing it.

Leave. You'll learn your penance
in the refectory.

I impose a public penance

for the scandal she caused.

Sister Anne-Marie
will kiss all her Sisters' feet.

"When the appointed time had come,

the Son of God,

after 30 years of silence,

went forth to sow
the celestial seed

of His Divine message..."

I demand the rule be enforced.

She knows if she refuses
she may be sent away?

She does.

Sister, do you refuse you penance?

Continue reading.

"When the appointed time had come,
the Son of God,

after 30 years of silence..."

Where will I go?

- Your family is expecting you.
- My family!

I gave up that world.

Sending me back is unfair.

My dear child...

I loved the world I left.

You don't know
how much I loved it.

I ripped it from my heart
to come here.

It was horrible, but I did.

I'll never again find peace there.

You force me to return
to what will only be unhappiness.

I beg of you, keep me.

I'm sorry, Anne-Marie.

My God, I'm no longer
Sister Anne-Marie.

God knows
you have no better friend than me.

I've esteem for your character,

but there's no advantage
for the community if you stay.

I'm asking for a huge sacrifice,

but consider it to be a sacrifice
and not a penance.

Farewell, Mother.

Is it raining?

No, my umbrella ensures sunshine.

Very wise.

Our prison visits are always rainy.

Yes, this is the convent.

Mother,

it's Anne-Marie's family!
She hasn't returned.

She said nothing?

Hello?

Yes, Anne-Marie left that day.

She was well.

No, I'm not worried.
She's like that.

I'll ask around.
I'll call you back.

You're really not worried?

Let's ask Sister Madeleine.

Sister Madeleine!

Yes, Mother?

Did Anne-Marie say where she'd go?

She didn't return to her family?
I knew it!

She said nothing?

No, nothing.

Let's not be late.

You're holding the saw wrong, Sister.

Get closer, bend over it,

unless you want to tire yourself.

Did you grease the saw?

Sister Marie-Josephe,
your woodpile will collapse.

Yes, Reverend Mother.

Why "Reverend Mother"?

Why can't you do
anything right today?

Unlike you,
since Sister Anne-Marie left!

You're overjoyed that she's gone!

What's she have to do with it?

I'll tell you:
you drove her away!

I don't know why or how,
but you did.

You hated her, you're glad
she's gone! She was too good!

You set her against Mother St John.

You're such a hypocrite,

I feel like hitting you!

What's going on?

Two Sisters chatter
instead of working!

Sister Therese, oversee them.

It's already done.

You've a full hall, Mother,
30 applicants.

- Anyone new?
- One who's surprising.

Each prison has a rebel.

It used to be 17-21.
Remember Therese?

Another wants to see you.

Let's go.

I got a call about Therese.

A friend of hers was murdered.

Shot.
The police are looking for her.

She must know the motive.

She may be an accomplice.

I wouldn't be surprised
if she did it.

No one here would be
if she killed herself, too.

Do you remember her?
Remember the scene she caused?

I remember very well.

Council meeting, at once!

Mother Prioress is back from prison
sooner than usual.

We can't take risks
for someone trying to save herself.

In the here and now
or the hereafter?

Vocations are often bred of crime.

True, Mother.

We must not concern ourselves
with her guilt,

but with her redemption.

I have great doubt as to that.

Why? She's obedient
and follows the rules.

If only they were all so easy...

I'm not afraid of scandal,
as you well know.

We must reach a decision,

her trial period is over.

We won't turn her in,
or abandon her.

But after having had to expel
a pure soul like Anne-Marie,

I can't be lenient
in this doubtful case.

I could find a religious home
to protect her and give her work.

Do it fast.

Someone's trespassing,
there's a hole in the hedge.

Someone stealing our peaches.

Sister Agnes, who once stole them,
now checks them.

None missing.

Anything odd in the convent?

- Not so far.
- Any footprints?

I saw none... but you may.

I'm flattered to be promoted
to detective.

Our Founding Father's here,
what could go wrong?

Yes, someone came through.

Someone who didn't fear the nettles.

It's a small hole. Maybe a lamb...

I'll fill it up with thorns tonight.

You, in your sleepless slumber,

whose eyes see all of us,

thank you for receiving me
each night!

The hole was full of thorns tonight.

The others think I am an intruder

who comes to steal a little
eternal peace,

but I shall always be your Daughter.

When I leave my barn to come here,

the path that brings me to you
is as wide as the world.

You are not yet a Saint.

You wanted to share our misery
for as long as possible

as a simple human being,
as our Brother.

That is why, before my prayers,
I beseech you...

Help me!
My punishment was too severe.

And Therese...

Therese, who you entrusted to me...

allow me to hear her voice
in this song,

as I am no longer allowed to sing...

- Is she dead?
- She's breathing.

But she's so cold.

Sister Anne-Marie!

Let's take her to the infirmary.

You won't kiss her?

Therese?

She's here, hush.
You'll see her.

- She came through the hedge.
- Every night.

She's very sick.

What does the doctor say?

There's no hope.
Her heart may give out any moment.

Such fine news I hear!

Did Mother Prioress tell you?

- She says I'm dying.
- Sister Anne-Marie!

Convents panic. They give you
Extreme Unction for a cold.

This will be
my first Extreme Unction.

You must tell her.
She can't go without knowing.

She doesn't want to know.

How strange not to sense
death approaching.

It's horrible to have to tell her.

But I can try again...

Don't forget my penance, Mother.

I must do it fast.

My Sisters' feet keep passing
in a procession before me.

Of course. When you're able.

See, you're granting me a respite.

Don't be sad, Mother.

I assure you,
God couldn't be so cruel...

as to give me
such an important mission...

and only allow me
to throw a cat into the hall.

He wouldn't allow it.

He knows what He's doing.
We've only to wait.

I'm waiting, Mother.

Well?

Therese won't leave yet.

- Therese?
- Anne-Marie's holding on for her.

That's why she thinks
she can cheat death.

We can't separate them now,
when their game is unfolding.

You hate me, don't you?

Why would I?

Because I treated you badly.

You had good intentions.

I behaved foolishly.

As if I could teach you,

when, in fact, I knew nothing.

I was foolish.

No, you weren't.

My only excuse is that
I did it out of love for you.

I thought I knew you, but I didn't.

No harm, I'm not interesting.

You are.

You alone interest me.

I know that now.

- I know why you're here.
- I think not.

I made you lie to me,

tell me you came because of me.

It was childish of me.

Don't speak so much.

You came to hide.

From whom?

From whom or what
isn't my concern.

Something horrible happened to you
when you got out.

You saw your world aflame,
you saw a ghost...

- You came here to hide.
- Not true.

Instead of abandoning life,
you abandoned the world.

I should have helped you,
but I didn't.

I made you into the Prodigal Child.

I dragged you into the light.

Cried out your name to all,
to God...

- I was grotesque.
- Sister!

I strutted proudly beside you...

You, who had been flayed alive.

I now see what you needed.

- Though it may be too late.
- What did I need?

A silent presence,

someone to stop your tears
with silence,

and your suffering by her presence.

Simply a friend.

A friend... Why are you getting up?

Because I'm leaving.

I don't want to be near you!

You're lying again!

You're trying something else on me!

Prestige wasn't enough.
Now friendship!

No, you don't understand.

There's one cure for my suffering:
indifference.

Flayed, that's right.

You can't caress the flayed,

or dress the flayed...

God, when can I be alone?

You are.

That's what hurts so much.

It's me, Therese.

I see you.

I'm not getting better, am I?

There must be a cure.

There is one cure. It'll work.

Tell Mother Prioress.

Our Mother can't help.

I'm dying because I failed
to get what I wanted.

You're too ambitious.

Maybe so.

You thought the world was pretty,

that life had hope.

I still do.

I thought I'd heal a broken heart.

A broken heart can be healed,

but not a dead one.

If I thought I could do it, I'd live.

It may take 100 years.

Then I'd live 100 years.

You look better.

Yes. Maybe it's the first day
of my 100 years.

Is that you, Mother?

I was right the other day,

Therese is the killer.

Yes, I assure you.

The gunsmith...

The gunsmith who sold the gun
recognized her photo.

Sorry I had to tell them
you had contact with her.

They'll have to come to the convent.

- Let go of my hand!
- It helps me.

That's not why you hold it,
you want to know what it did.

Your hand is a question.

Then answer it.

You pry into my eyes,
watch my gestures!

Even when you pretend to sleep,
I know you listen to my steps.

You spy for Mother Prioress!

- Sister Therese!
- Look at this face.

Look at it well,

and remember what you see.
You'll never see it again!

I can't go on.

You know my secret now.
Are you glad?

You held my hands
to handcuff them.

Go ahead! Turn me in!

If I speak of you,

it won't be in this world.

No one in the convent
will turn you in.

But you can't keep living a lie,

or deceive our Mother.

I can't get up, Sister Therese.

Please tell Mother Prioress.

I'm going.

"Beloved Sister,
we entrust you to Almighty God,

who created you
from the dust you return to.

Now your soul
shall leave your body.

Shining angels
are ready to greet you.

The Apostles shall judge you.

The triumphant, white army
of martyrs is coming toward you.

The choir of virgins draws you into
the blissful sleep of the patriarchs.

The Holy Mother of God..."

Yes, I am ready.

I said goodbye to an old woman.

What did she say?
Can she pronounce her vows?

She's delirious. We'll wait.

The Sister with birds!

You swim so fast,
I can't keep up!

I feel so ill.

I feel so wonderful.

She's dying!

Yes, sing the Salve Regina.

The police. Tell Mother Prioress.

The police!

The police.

Let them wait.

Let them wait. I've waited, too.

Mother Prioress will fix everything.

Sister Anne-Marie,
can you take your solemn vows?

Yes, Mother. But hurry...

The Book of Constitutions.

I, Sister Anne-Marie,

profess to you...

I can't speak...

Therese...

I, Sister Anne-Marie,
profess to you...

that I shall obey...

God,

the Most Holy Virgin Mary,

the Blessed Patriarch Dominic,

and you, my Mother,
according to our rule.

And I shall remain obedient
until my death...

See you soon, Sister.