Original subtitles

MARGARITA: We have a new Agnes Sister.

It's Sister Cook. She's come back to us.

YELLING

IPHIGENIA: You want us to leave? We are an enclosed order.

IGNATIUS: It's 1999. The Church has moved on.

And you will leave.

IPHIGENIA: We must pray for a sign.

The Holy Mother will show us the way.

Sister Carla, fetch Father a nice big cup of stay-at-home.

MARGARITA: What are we to do with him? He will be missed.

IPHIGENIA: We find out what his plans are for our home.

There it is.

IPHIGENIA: If the car is gone, perhaps he never made it here.

GRUNTING

THUNDER RUMBLING

PANTING

[SHAKILY] God, h-help me.

THUNDER CRASHING

WIND GUSTING

THUNDER CONTINUES

This is God's punishment for breaking our vows!

We have to press on, or we will be stuck outside overnight!

Saint Joan! I see Saint Joan!

Carla! We must stay together!

CARLA: This is the way!

MARGARITA: I'll fetch her.

Carla!

IPHIGENIA PANTING

ETHEREAL WHOOSHING

Margarita!

THUNDER CRASHING

♪ SOLOMON BURKE: "TIME IS A THIEF"

[PLAYING OVER TINNY SPEAKER] ♪ I woke this morning

♪ And I looked...

IPHIGENIA GROANING

THUNDER CRASHING

SCREAMS

SCREAMS

Iphigenia!

Iphigenia!

She's bleeding!

MARGARITA: Let's get her up.

We know the way home.

THUNDER CRASHING

IGNATIUS PANTING

WHIMPERING

SHEEP BLEATING

IGNATIUS WHIMPERING

THUNDER CRASHING

WHIMPERING

DISTANT THUNDER RUMBLING

I've been clean nine months now.

Not even a drink.

Still smoking, though.

My boys are liking being back home with me.

I guess the only thing that's really got under my skin is...

my brother,

Ignatius.

He was supposed to come and visit.

He's a priest.

MAN SCOFFS

As you can imagine, he hasn't had much time

for someone like me, but...

I'd reached out, and he had promised

to come and stay for a couple of days.

Finally meet my boys.

But he didn't show.

Didn't even call.

I guess I'm still being punished.

THUNDER CRASHING

GROUP [IN UNISON]: God grant me the serenity

to accept the things I cannot change,

the courage to change the things I can,

and the wisdom to know the difference.

RAIN PATTERING

WOMAN: Come on. Come on, quickly. Quickly.

Got to get inside quick. Oh, God.

You have reached the mobile phone

of Father Ignatius Jones...

Jesus.

SIGHS

CHURCH BELL RINGING

WOMAN: Bishop, I do appreciate you taking my call.

It's just, it's... it's really not like him.

We had our differences, but he would have called me

if there'd been a change of plans.

Well, I'm sure there's nothing to be alarmed about, my dear.

Ignatius is on Church business and may well have been waylaid.

-Well, have you heard from him? -No, not for a week now.

SIGHS

I told him to take a well-earned holiday after his trip.

"Take a bathing suit," I told him. "Head to the beach."

You do know Ignatius can't swim?

Not to worry.

FIGURE SNAPPING

I'm expecting him back Monday.

I'll make sure he calls you on his return.

BOY: Ben, it's starting!

BISHOP: God bless you, my dear.

TV BLARING

Damn, damn, damn!

BOYS GIGGLING

SIGHS

KEYPAD CLICKING

THUNDER CRASHING

WIND HOWLING

COUGHING

THUNDER CRASHING

♪ SOLOMON BURKE: TIME IS A THIEF

COUGHS

[PLAYING OVER TINNY SPEAKER] ♪ I woke this morning...

♪ SISTERS SINGING "CHRISTE ELEISON" IN DISTANCE

♪ Christe

♪ Eleison

COOK BLEATING

♪ Christe

♪ Eleison

♪ Christe

♪ Eleison

SISTERS [IN UNISON]: ♪ Eleison

♪ Eleison

COOK BLEATS

IPHIGENIA COUGHING

SHEEP BLEATING

MARGARITA: My precious.

MARGARITA SCOFFS

-Water! -Fetch some healing herbs.

IPHIGENIA COUGHING

IGNATIUS [YELLING]: Bring me water!

Water!

Sister, I don't think you're nearly warm enough to be out.

IPHIGENIA GROANS

Bring me water!

Bring me water!

IGNATIUS SCREAMING

GATE OPENING

IGNATIUS PANTING

SLURPING

GASPS

PANTING

SLURPS

PANTING

Now, remove my bonds and bring me my phone!

MARGARITA: Quiet, Father.

You're the one who forced us to take your legs by running away.

Don't make me take your voice, too.

MUFFLED PANTING

SEAGULLS SQUAWKING

All right, come on. Come on.

CUSTOMERS EXCLAIMING

WOMAN: My brother is more than a little obsessive.

That's five text messages

to confirm his visit and his arrival times.

And he did check in to a hotel in town,

the Royal, but h-he never came back.

Do you have a gun?

-Ben. -No, I don't have a gun.

No gun? What kind of cop are you?

One who doesn't need a bloody gun.

I have this, though. Will that do?

Will you help me find my brother?

According to your schedule,

he's not due back at work until Monday.

So?

Technically, he's not a missing person until then.

That's ridiculous. By Monday, it could be too late.

Thanks, Jock. Look, you've called the hospitals.

No road accidents reported this week.

Maybe your brother just changed his mind about visiting.

You did say that the two of you

haven't been on the best of terms for a while.

I know that something is wrong.

SCOFFS

I need that back, little man.

Let's talk Monday. But I'm sure he'll be back by then.

You're a lazy prick.

Come on.

You know what kind of cop you are?

A shit one.

CUSTOMERS LAUGH BOISTEROUSLY

INDISTINCT CHATTERING

MAN: Got yourself a missing priest?

OFFICER: He's not missing till Monday, Jock.

JOCK: Odd fish.

The priest?

Came in for a drink, over a week ago now,

in the full frock.

Wasn't even Sunday.

And did he say what he was doing here?

No. He did ask directions to the causeway, though.

Right. So he was headed to the island, then?

Didn't say. Cagey bastard.

SERVICE BELL DINGS

I did warn him, though, not to risk the tides

and take the car across.

COINS JANGLING

IPHIGENIA: Poison.

Put it over there, Carla. It might be useful.

Margarita, would you pass his case again?

IPHIGENIA SIGHS

CARLA: Is this our island?

Where is the Saint Agnes Monastery?

It seems as if we don't exist.

Devil!

I know what he wants to do with our home.

"Connoisseur Hotels.

The ultimate in discretion, privacy and luxury.

Accommodation for private individuals

and groups in medieval fortresses,

castles and monasteries."

I don't understand.

The bishop wants our home as a hotel for rich people.

A hotel?

What is that?

IPHIGENIA: A swimming pool.

What are those colored drinks?

The pictures are so beautiful.

We are not in them.

Look!

In such a world, we will not exist,

nor the Agnes Sisters.

He said they were to be slaughtered, remember?

We cannot allow this to happen.

PAPER RUSTLING

IGNATIUS [YELLING]: You will be punished for this!

I am not stone!

I am flesh and blood!

SHIVERING

WHIMPERING

IGNATIUS GRUNTS

IGNATIUS SIGHS

If you listen, you can hear the sea.

Sleep.

Story?

IGNATIUS SHIVERS

A story to warm you.

Once, there was a queen.

Despite her riches,

she had grown tired of life inside her kingdom.

She wanted to see the world.

IGNATIUS SHIVERING

One day, the queen set off across the sea.

But her ship was no match for a wild storm,

and it foundered.

The sea closed over the ship, leaving no trace.

But the queen was not dead.

Only sleeping.

When she did not return, her king set out to find her...

in his big, black...

chariot.

IGNATIUS BREATHING SHAKILY

IGNATIUS GASPS

Oh.

Poor baby Moses.

No bulrushes to keep you warm.

IGNATIUS GRUNTING

Her king set off across the sea,

his big, black chariot just like...

Moses.

Yes, Moses,

stretching out his hand and dividing the waters.

He would awaken his queen

and deliver her to the Promised Land,

where they would drink very special-colored drinks...

Body of Christ, save me. Son of Christ, sanctify me.

...the color of blood.

[MOANING] You filthy whore!

You filthy whore!

You tempter of man!

I despise you and all your sex!

It reviles me that a man should be born

between a woman's shit and piss!

God pronounced a curse on your sex,

for you are the devil's gateway!

You betray the laws of God!

Because of you, the Son of God had to die!

CARLA PANTING

IGNATIUS: A curse on all your whoring sex!

From Eve to Mary Magdalene,

to the Sisters of Saint Agnes,

a curse on all your whoring sex!

IGNATIUS PANTING

We are nuns.

It is not right for a man to be in our midst.

If we release him now,

he will bring the wrath of men down upon us,

and we will lose our home.

We could, perhaps...

Let him return to God?

WIND HOWLING

There is another way.

SHEEP BLEATING

GATE OPENING

IGNATIUS INHALES SHARPLY

I'm sorry for my outburst.

Father Ignatius, you have strayed from God.

Which is why you would choose to make our house a secular one.

A hotel and playground for the rich.

How do you know that?

God has sent you here so that we can minister to you.

You may choose to remain on this path of damnation,

praying that you are rescued before nature takes her course.

Or...

we can bring you into the Order of Saint Agnes.

To learn our ways

and become...

a Sister.

SCOFFS

Never.

ETHEREAL WHOOSHING

Very well.

GATE OPENING

You have made your choice.

Wait. Wait right there.

IPHIGENIA: Spinning wheel. Spindle.

Cards, combs and wool.

First, shearing.

Then sorting, washing,

carding, combing and spinning.

You must learn each skill.

Will there be a test?

May I have a paper and pen to take notes?

What if I fail?

MARGARITA: Best you don't, Father.

Spindle.

Spindle bobbin shaft.

Pulley, treadle.

CARLA CLEARS THROAT

CARLA: Today, we will hear the story of the first spinners.

Lachesis, who spins the past,

Clotho, who spins the present,

and Atropos, the future.

One is old,

one is young,

and one is in between.

Souls between one life and another

come before the spinsters to be given the measure of their lot.

They must choose a life of music,

devotion, love, wealth,

anything you can imagine.

But the choice is irrevocable.

Once chosen,

the Fates spin the lot into a cocoon around the soul.

Lachesis gives fiber

so that the souls' destiny can be fulfilled.

Clotho turns the spindle to confirm the choice.

And Atropos twists the thread to make it unbreakable.

Then the thread is snipped off,

and the souls lay down to sleep

in the Sea of Forgetfulness,

waiting for the waters to part,

sending them up to be scattered upon the face of the earth.

Awakening from their long sleep,

the souls' weave starts to unwind,

their story unfolding.

How does your story end, Father Ignatius?

CHURCH BELL RINGING

PROTESTORS YELLING INDISTINCTLY

KEYS JANGLING

GATE CREAKING

WOMAN: Bring Father Teddy to justice!

MAN: Aye, down the court!

GATE SLAMMING SHUT

Ah. Thank you so much for coming, Sergeant.

We spoke on the phone.

Father Malachi. This way, if you'd be so kind.

WOMAN: We will not be silenced!

The bishop is most anxious to talk to you.

The car company called.

Ignatius's rental hasn't been returned.

PROTESTORS YELLING

WOMAN: Protect the victims, not the priests!

HEAVY DOOR CLOSING

Ah, Sergeant Barnaby.

Thank you for traveling so far to meet with us.

No problem, Your Holiness.

Please, call me Bishop.

Your predecessor, Sergeant Malloy,

was a good friend to the Church.

Are you a churchgoing man, Sergeant Barnaby?

Uh, no. No, I'm not.

BISHOP: Hmm.

Shall we get down to business?

May I ask, Bishop, why Ignatius was in Portaross?

His sister mentioned he was there on Church business.

Yes, he was.

Right. And may I ask what kind of business?

He was to assess one of our properties.

On the island? The... The Saint Agnes Monastery?

You're well informed, Sergeant.

No, not really, Bishop. Uh...

Ignatius asked directions to our causeway.

There's nothing else left on the island.

OCEAN WAVES LAPPING

BARNABY: The island's a harsh place, Bishop.

You know, the local people say it's cursed.

ETHEREAL, DISTANT SCREAMING

RADIO CRACKLING, FREQUENCIES SWEEPING

Didn't the Church burn witches there?

BISHOP CHUCKLES

Old wives' tales.

I'm surprised you'd go for such things, Sergeant.

BARNABY: Hmm.

I have to ask, Bishop.

Father Ignatius wouldn't be running from something?

An investigation, or a scandal of some sort?

Ignatius is a good man

and a damned fine priest, and I want him found.

And I'd appreciate you keeping your investigations quiet,

so that others don't jump to the same

uncharitable conclusions.

All right.

Well, perhaps we can start with Ignatius's phone

and credit card records.

If you fax them to the station, that would be great.

Of course, Sergeant Barnaby.

Right, uh, I'll be on my way.

DOOR OPENING

DOOR SLAMS

SHEEP BLEATING

IPHIGENIA: Each knitted piece tells a story

bright with meaning.

Our work is filled

with memories of stitches learnt across millennia.

It is a celebration

of the inventiveness of imagination,

and contains within it

the ribs and cables of the knitters' own lives.

So, Father, well, it's time you learnt.

It's time you learnt to knit.

Is this another test?

IPHIGENIA: No. You will knit your own story.

It's so silky.

IPHIGENIA: Your hair.

To be mixed with the wool for your sacerdotal robes.

For when you become a Sister.

Sister Margarita?

KNITTING NEEDLES CLANG

CHAIR SCRAPES

MARGARITA [SIGHS]: Left hand like this.

Needle through the stitch.

Loop around and over.

-Uh... -Now you.

SIGHS

Try again.

SIGHS

CHAIR SCRAPES

FOOTSTEPS

SIGHS

I knitted.

I knitted something.

Yes. One whole stitch.

IPHIGENIA AND CARLA CHUCKLE

CHAIR SCRAPES

KNITTING NEEDLES CLATTER

Have I offended her?

That's enough for today.

Thank you for a delicious dinner, Sister Iphigenia.

Good night, Father Ignatius.

Some reading for you.

The story of Saint Agnes.

Thank you. I have to admit, I don't know her story.

Well...

she refused to be married off at 12,

because she was already wedded to God.

So the Romans dragged her to a brothel to be raped.

Tried to burn her at the stake, but flames wouldn't touch her,

so they beheaded her.

I'll practice my knitting.

And I do appreciate all your lessons.

They've been illuminating.

DOOR OPENING

LOCK TURNING

GASPS

GASPS

Thank you, Sister Carla.

Just because you can't find the car doesn't mean he's dead.

-I didn't say that. -You must keep looking for him.

Look, I'm just one man with a patrol car.

You'd need a helicopter to search the coast properly.

We could hire one from the tour company.

Will you fund that private search-and-rescue operation?

Can't the Church pay for it?

I don't think they'd go for it, Frankie.

They don't want to draw any unwanted attention.

Not right now. Not with all the court cases.

Is that what they said?

One of their priests goes missing,

but they can't afford the bloody attention?

BARNABY: Frankie! [SIGHS]

What are you...

Who are you calling?

SIGHS

Bishop Malone, please.

Yes, it is urgent.

Tell him Ignatius' sister is on the line.

Are you always like this? This pig-headed?

-Bishop Malone. -You are.

-I am with Sergeant Barnaby. -Don't tell him that.

He said he needs a helicopter to help search for Ignatius.

Now, if the Church will agree to pay for it,

I'm sure the local tour company could help out.

BISHOP: I'll have to stop you there, Frankie.

Much as it pains me to say it,

the Church doesn't have the resources

to fund such an endeavor right now.

What a shame.

Well, I suppose I could appeal to the public.

Go to the press.

Although that may mean

some awkward questions for you, Bishop,

like why the Church is trying to hide the fact

one of their priests is missing, rather than help find him.

CHUCKLES SOFTLY

KNITTING NEEDLES CLACKING

May I bring in another color now?

Of course.

INHALES SHARPLY

Would you show me how to join it with the rest, Sister Margarita?

ETHEREAL WHOOSHING

Allow me, Father.

Thank you.

Story?

It's your turn, Iphigenia.

I'll tell a story, if you'll let me.

What stories do you know, Father?

Prodigal Son?

That's a Bible story, not a knitting story.

Let him tell it, Margarita.

There once was a man who had several sons.

And his youngest,

knowing that he would inherit

a portion of his father's wealth...

asked if he could have his share now.

The son gathered his belongings and his money,

and he made his way into the world.

And after many trials and tribulations...

he found himself in a new land, determined to make his fortune.

IGNATIUS: This land was wild and untamed,

full of many strange creatures and people.

YELLING

He soon found he could not leave.

He'd lost all his father had given him

and he was reduced to nothing.

Lower than the beasts of the field

where he was obliged to sleep.

By and by,

the people of the land saw his plight,

fed and clothed him.

Eventually...

they let him go.

When he came to his father's house...

the servant said, "There's a beggar at the door."

And the father came and saw his son kneeling

to beg for forgiveness in his strange new apparel.

"I have been wayward.

I've gone out into the world

and lost the things you have given me.

I have returned to be your servant.

If you will not have me in your house,

then lodge me with your animals."

But the father did not reject the son.

Wasteful, willful child.

Margarita!

He should have been punished as a useless philanderer.

KNITTING NEEDLES CLATTER

And why did the father let him go in the first place?

Why did he not search for him?

-Protect him? -IPHIGENIA: Hold your tongue.

Father Ignatius told his story well.

How dare you rebuke me?!

I only ask you to be charitable toward our new novice.

Novice!

Who ordained you abbess,

that you can bring new novices into our order?!

It is not right that he is here!

IPHIGENIA: Please, Sister!

WIND GUSTING OUTSIDE

INHALES DEEPLY, EXHALES

IGNATIUS BREATHING SHAKILY

EXHALES SHAKILY

PANTING

IPHIGENIA: What are you doing?

Nothing.

Why?

Thumping.

You were thumping.

I was itching.

I'm rotting down there, under the plaster.

I'm enjoying our lessons.

And... I did want to thank you for defending me

against Sister Margarita.

Over my story.

I can smell your deceit, Ignatius.

IGNATIUS BREATHING SHAKILY

Divide and conquer may have worked for the British Empire,

but you will not divide the sisterhood.

IGNATIUS EXHALES SHAKILY

You must pray for your salvation.

For your very soul.

LOCK TURNING

You are the one who needs to pray, Sister.

THUNDER RUMBLING

MARGARITA [WHISPERING]: Holy Mother, have mercy on me.

Cleanse me of my sins,

s-so that I may put on the armor of God

and fight against the wiles of the devil.

Amen.

ETHEREAL WHOOSHING

MARGARITA WHIMPERING

[BREATHLESSLY] H-Holy Mother,

h-h-have m-m-mercy

o-o-on me.

H-Help me t-to fight... fight... fight... fight

a-against the w-wiles of the d-devil and the... the...

MARGARITA SPLUTTERING

MARGARITA WHIMPERING

SCREAM ECHOING

Sister Margarita!

SCREAMING CONTINUES

DOOR HANDLE RATTLING

-CARLA: Margarita, it's us! -IPHIGENIA: Let us in.

IPHIGENIA: Let us in, Margarita!

CARLA: Please! Can you hear us?

IPHIGENIA: Sister Margarita!

DOOR RATTLING

IPHIGENIA: Sister!

SCREAMING AND DOOR RATTLING CONTINUES

IPHIGENIA: Margarita!

SISTERS [IN UNISON]: Before thee I stand, sinful and sorrowful.

O, Mother of the Word Incarnate,

despise not my petitions, but in Thy mercy,

hear and answer me.

[SIGHS] Digging Day.

Carla.

Carla.

It's beautiful.

So are you.

How did you end up here?

I was left outside the gates as a baby.

Twenty-four years ago.

You're 24?

One day, my mother will come back for me.

Who could ever leave you?

IPHIGENIA: Carla! Worms.

CARLA: Cook! Cook!

COOK BLEATING

Who could leave me?

Not him.

COOK BLEATS

CHUCKLES SOFTLY

I told you all God's creatures could be tamed.

[WHISPERING] And I will tame him.

HELICOPTER ROTORS WHIRRING

COOK BLEATS

GASPS

AGITATED BLEATING

HELICOPTER ROTORS WHIRRING

HELICOPTER ROTORS WHIRRING

Oh, thank God.

MARGARITA SIGHS

COOK BLEATING

CARLA: Cook!

Come back!

IPHIGENIA: Cover the fire!

IPHIGENIA PANTING

Cook!

Don't be afraid!

Come back!

MARGARITA GRUNTS

CARLA: Cook!

-Carla! -CARLA: No!

[BREATHLESSLY] Stay here and watch him!

IPHIGENIA: Carla!

You need to come! We have to hide!

CARLA: Not without Sister Cook!

Come back!

COOK BLEATS, BONE CRACKS

Cook! No!

Cook!

Carla!

CARLA [GROANS]: Cook! No!

[GASPS] Carla!

CARLA: Cook! No!

No!

SHELL SCRAPING

No sign of the car.

We'll fly over the ruins.

See if he made it up there.

What? Oh, dearest.

CARLA WHIMPERING

IPHIGENIA: Sister Cook. She fell. Broke her neck.

MARGARITA GROANS

-IPHIGENIA: Quick! -Go, go, go!

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

PANTING

Where is he? [SIGHS]

MARGARITA: What?

It was a gift. I'm so sorry.

MARGARITA: He is to blame for this,

not you.

HELICOPTER ROTORS WHIRRING

IPHIGENIA: Hide!

PANTING

BARNABY: Let's circle around again.

Get closer.

DISTORTED WHIRRING

HIGH-PITCHED WHINING

SCREAMS

-MARGARITA: No... -IPHIGENIA: Wait here.

CARLA SNIFFLING

MARGARITA: Give me the strength to forgive.

But if vengeance be Thine, oh, let me be worthy.

Let me be Thy sword, Thy vessel, Thy avenging angel.

Drive away the evil men who seek to take our home.

[YELLING] Hey! I'm here!

I'm here!

Hey!

MARGARITA: Help us to stand against

the darkness of this world.

Behold, I send you forth as sheep

in the midst of wolves.

Be ye therefore wise as serpents and harmless as doves.

BATS CHITTERING

THUDDING

Jesus! What was that?

MALACHI SHRIEKING

MARGARITA: But beware of men...

ENGINE WHINING

No!

...because they will deliver you up to the councils

and scourge you in their synagogues.

IGNATIUS: Hey! I'm here!

No! No, we can't leave!

Are you fucking serious?! Of course we're leaving!

IGNATIUS: Stop. Stop! Stop!

Stop! Come back!

I'm here! I'm here! Come back!

I'm here! Come back!

IGNATIUS [SOBBING]: I'm here!

Come back!

Come back! I'm here!

Give me your hand.

Come back!

[WHIMPERING] I'm sorry.

CARLA YELLS

IGNATIUS SCREAMS

BODY THUDS

OCEAN WAVES LAPPING