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BARNABY: Maybe your brother changed his mind about visiting.

You did say you haven't been on the best of terms for a while.

I know that something is wrong.

BARNABY: May I ask what Ignatius was doing in Portaross?

BISHOP: He was to assess our property.

On the island? The Saint Agnes Monastery?

IPHIGENIA: The bishop wants our home

as a hotel for rich people.

The pictures are so beautiful.

We cannot allow this to happen.

You may choose to remain on this path,

or we can bring you into the Order of Saint Agnes,

and become a Sister.

Thank you, Sister Carla.

It is not right that he is here!

COOK BLEATING

CARLA: Cook!

-MALACHI: No sign of the car. -BARNABY: Fly over the ruins.

IPHIGENIA [PANTING]: Sister Cook.

She fell. Broke her neck.

IGNATIUS: I'm here!

I'm here!

BATS CHITTERING

Jesus! What was that?

No!

Stop!

I'm here! Come back!

I'm sorry.

CARLA YELLS

BODY THUDS

OCEAN WAVES CRASHING

WIND HOWLING

LEAVES RUSTLING

MARGARITA SIGHS

CARLA SOBBING

SHEEP BLEATING

All this destruction has happened

because we betrayed our vows

and allowed a man to dwell amongst us.

I made a sacred promise to devote my life to God

and the Order of Saint Agnes,

and to remain enclosed within these walls,

even in death.

When the men return,

I will not be moved.

I want to be buried here, with my Sisters.

Come.

WIND HOWLING

INHALES

EXHALES

DOOR CREAKING

IGNATIUS: Please.

You have to take me to hospital.

If you do,

I shall make sure the bishop looks upon you favorably.

You have my word.

We'd all have to leave to get you safely off the island.

We cannot betray our vows.

I don't want to die here.

Shh.

My leg. My shoulder. Please.

Shh-shh-shh-shh.

[SOFTLY] Please.

BONES CRACKING

SCREAMS

It will feel better now.

IGNATIUS RETCHES

I'll fetch some herbs for your pain.

I don't want more herbs!

I want real drugs! Morphine! Heroin!

IPHIGENIA: Shh-shh-shh.

My bishop is coming back,

and when he does,

I will tell him the truth about the Sisters of Saint Agnes

and all the horrors you've inflicted upon me.

What of the horrors inflicted on us?

It is you who invaded our home.

It is you who has sought to destroy

the sacred Order of Saint Agnes.

There is no order.

You're just three feral nuns

with nothing but your knitting and your fairy tales,

and some sheep

you count as Sisters returned from the dead!

When my bishop comes back,

as your lord and master,

he will learn of your heresy

and he will render your order extinct.

Your home sold to the highest bidder.

What makes you think he's coming back?

That he even saw you?

Even if he didn't see me,

he would have seen the car.

There was no car for him to see.

We saw to that weeks ago.

IGNATIUS BREATHING SHAKILY

The smoke. He would have seen the fire.

Did he?

I'll send up herbs for your pain.

Whether it's for me or the buyers of this cursed place,

they will be back!

It's going to make a grand hotel!

Shut up!

IPHIGENIA BREATHING SHAKILY

DOOR SLAMMING

LOCK TURNING

BREATHING SHAKILY

ETHEREAL WHOOSHING

WIND GUSTING

SEAGULLS SQUAWKING

WIND HOWLING

DOOR HANDLE CREAKING

DOOR CREAKING

SIGHS

WIND WHISTLING

OBJECT SCRAPING

SIGHS

[SOFTLY] There must be another way.

Show me another way.

OCEAN WAVES CRASHING

-BOY 1: Whoa! -BOY 2: See? I told you.

SIGHS

MAN: What are you thinking?

CAR CREAKING

He might have broken free. Maybe.

MAN 2: The missing priest?

INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER

Barnaby...

BARNABY: The most likely scenario

is your brother got caught on the causeway.

[SNIFFLES] No.

No, you don't know Ignatius.

He would have checked the times of the tides.

He wouldn't make a mistake like that.

If he's dead, where's his body?

Quite honestly, Frankie, w-we might not ever find him.

This was supposed to be a reunion, not a fucking wake.

FRANKIE SNIFFLES

Please...

Please don't give up on him.

He's not dead.

I can feel it.

I can still feel him.

Search has been called off.

Church notified.

They're already organizing a memorial for him.

Despite your attempts on my life,

I'd like to offer you my condolences

for your lamb's death.

I'm sorry I tried to use your shell to escape.

But I just want to go home.

Surely you can understand.

So, you tricked me.

I'm sorry.

DOOR SLAMMING

LOCK TURNING

FIRE CRACKLING

SNIFFLES

Do all men bring trouble?

And work.

Scrubbing, cleaning, polishing, for the priests' visits.

When priests came before, why did I not see them?

We Sisters have our secrets, too.

Secrets?

CARLA SNIFFLES

Do you remember? Bread in the oven?

Carla! It's time to play bread in the oven!

I'll let you out only when you're good and cooked.

CHILD CARLA GIGGLES

But why was I hidden?

So you wouldn't be taken from us.

Why wouldn't you just tell me? Why would you lie to me?

They weren't lies.

We didn't want to frighten you,

so we turned the priests' visits into a game.

First Ignatius makes a fool of me,

now my own Sisters.

What else was a lie?

MARGARITA SIGHS

SIGHS

DOOR OPENING

DOOR CLOSING

MARGARITA: Ignatius's robes?

What's started must be finished.

Story?

I think it's my turn.

Once upon a time...

If the priests never knew about me,

who else knows I exist outside these walls?

Only the Sisters of Saint Agnes.

CARLA: And whoever left me at the gates.

My parents.

Of course.

Once upon a time,

the Queen gave birth to her daughter

and called her Snow White.

But not long after,

the Queen died.

Snow White's father took a new wife.

But the new Queen loved power and money above all else,

and it had made her cruel.

In the castle was a magic mirror,

and the Queen often asked it, "Mirror,

Mirror on the wall,

who is the fairest,

richest, and most beloved of all?"

And the magic mirror would say,

"You are, Your Majesty."

But one day...

[SIGHS] ...when the Queen asked the question,

the mirror replied,

"My Queen may yet be the richest,

but Snow White is the fairest

and the most loved in all the land."

WOMAN LAUGHING

The Queen turned quite green with envy.

A toast.

To the Stanford family.

MAN LAUGHS

IPHIGENIA: And then, one night, the Queen snapped.

She ordered her Huntsman to follow Snow White into the woods

and kill her.

WOMAN LAUGHING

IPHIGENIA: And the Queen said to the Huntsman,

"Bring me back her heart

as proof that the deed has been done."

[PLAYING OVER SPEAKER] ♪ I woke...

[LAUGHING] It's your song!

IPHIGENIA: The Huntsman had only gone

a little way into the forest when he came upon the girl.

And he took out his hunting knife.

And she cried, "Huntsman, let me live!

I will run into the Wild Woods and I will never come back!"

And suddenly,

a young stag appeared in the forest.

And the Huntsman took pity on Snow White, and he...

he killed the stag instead.

SCREAMS

IPHIGENIA: And he cut out the stag's immense heart

to give to the Queen as proof of Snow White's death.

SOBBING

And that night, the Queen feasted on the stag's heart,

believing it was Snow White's.

And Snow White ran.

She ran into the dark forest and she kept on running.

And she kept on going until she found an old house,

and went inside to rest.

And she woke... much later

to find seven Sisters of Mercy...

welcoming her into their home.

I will not let them take our home.

[SNIFFLES] If money is the only way...

BREATHING SHAKILY

...then so be it.

What do you mean, Sister?

Would you like to play a game, Sister Carla?

The finding game?

I am not a child anymore.

What is it you want?

Father Ignatius's phone.

Bring it to me.

MARGARITA SIGHS

Every time we deal with the world of men,

you bring the wrath of God down upon us.

Trust in the divine, in Saint Agnes.

She will protect us.

That's your choice.

But I will not let us be like lambs led to the slaughter.

IGNATIUS: Carla?

Carla, is that you?

A gift.

See?

Six wings. It's a seraph.

It's for you.

But in return, my phone,

so I might call for a real doctor.

DOOR CREAKING

DOOR CLOSING

LOCK TURNING

DOOR OPENING

IGNATIUS GASPS

Thank you.

Thank you, Sister Carla.

Show me how to use it.

It needs a new battery.

I had one in my car.

IGNATIUS GASPS

BEEPS

IGNATIUS: It's working. [CHUCKLES]

BEEPS

IGNATIUS: They're texts.

Messages.

Means my bishop's looking for me.

CELL PHONE BEEPS

Ah. Your bishop's name is Frankie?

IPHIGENIA: Then who is Frankie?

No one.

MARGARITA [SCOFFS]: No one.

How do I phone the operator?

You press green to call, red to hang up.

Who are you calling? The hospital? My bishop?

You... You must turn it off when you're not using it!

You must preserve the battery!

Who is Frankie?

It's my sister.

You have a sister?

No wonder you want to go home.

DOOR CREAKING

DOOR CLOSING

LOCK TURNING

IPHIGENIA: I would like to speak with Mr. Banks, please.

WOMAN: I'm afraid Mr. Banks is no longer with us.

Mr. Colquin is available. Can I say who's calling?

Um... Tell him...

Tell him Patricia Stanford is on the line.

The Patricia Stanford?

Yes.

The Patricia Stanford.

Ms. Stanford?

Mr. Colquin.

I don't have time for pleasantries.

I need to know how much I'm worth these days.

I'm afraid I can't answer that question

until you can prove your identity.

Mrs. Stanford has a simple test designed to weed out imposters.

-My mother is still alive? -Uh, very much so.

So, what would you like me to tell her?

Something only you and she would understand.

SIGHS

EXHALES

Play her Jeremiah's song.

And then you will organize the purchase of a property for me.

The Saint Agnes Monastery.

OCEAN WAVES CRASHING

CARLA: Tell me more about Frankie.

Is she younger or older?

Older.

Does she look like you?

You're not to touch it. They need to do their work.

I need my phone, Carla.

To call Frankie.

I was to see her after I left here,

m-meet her two little boys.

Frankie has boys?

I need to call her, Carla.

Iphigenia has the phone.

She won't let it out of her sight.

I could ask her to let you use it.

Don't do that.

I will pray for you.

And Frankie.

DOOR OPENING

DOOR CLOSING

LOCK TURNING

SCREAMS

BELL TOLLING

BISHOP: The hotel people won't commit to the sale

until they've done a proper survey of the site.

So I've offered to take them on a tour of the monastery,

straight after Ignatius's memorial.

I need you to hire a boat, fully catered.

Oysters and champagne on arrival.

Show them we understand the full Connoisseur Hotel experience.

Bishop, you need to see this.

It's from the phone company. Father Ignatius's phone.

It's been used. Several calls to the same number in London.

Call it.

SISTERS PRAYING INDISTINCTLY

...of mine enemies.

Thou anointest my head with oil.

My cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me

all the days of my life.

♪ "AVE MARIA" RINGTONE PLAYING

MARGARITA GASPS

♪ RINGTONE CONTINUES PLAYING

CARLA GASPS

IPHIGENIA GASPS

RINGTONE STOPS

PHONE BEEPS

-Hello? -BISHOP: Ignatius?

-Oh! -CARLA: This is not Ignatius.

Who is this? Frankie?

Did you say Frankie?

No.

Why do you have Ignatius's phone?

Frankie?

BATTERY CLATTERING

Voices in the air like magic!

-What have you done? -I should have switched it off.

I wasn't thinking. Oh, Margarita, I'm sorry.

MARGARITA: No. Leave me alone!

-Shall I call Sergeant Barnaby? -And say what?

No. This is Church business! We'll deal with it ourselves.

Now, get out!

PANTING

FOOTSTEPS

Iphigenia?

FOOTSTEPS STOP

ETHEREAL OVERLAPPING VOICES

MAN: Beauty.

Father?

MARGARITA WHIMPERS

It would be a roof over your head, Margarita.

Think of it as a holiday, love.

MARGARITA BREATHING SHAKILY

No! No!

No! No! No! No!

No!

GASPS

MURMURS

LOW GROWLING

No!

No! No!

BREATHING HEAVILY

It was like the angels were singing.

♪ Ave Maria

And then the devil himself shouted,

"Ignatius, is that you? Who is this?"

Wish I'd been there, but my bishop is no devil.

How does it work?

How does your bishop's voice get inside of the box?

Here...

WATER SLOSHING

IGNATIUS: You see those ripples?

Well, they are waves.

And sound creates waves, too, but in the air.

And those waves,

they hit your ear.

BOTH CHUCKLING

Or, uh, through a phone,

which means that we could talk to each other

anywhere in the world.

Wait till you see a television. [CHUCKLES]

Can I show you something?

A secret.

DOOR CLOSING

MARGARITA: "And I beheld another beast,

and it was coming out of the earth.

And it had two... two horns like a lamb."

LOW GROWLING

DOOR OPENING

CARLA: It's my escape coat.

You are in it, too.

MARGARITA: "And he had power to give life

to the image of the beast,

that it should speak."

I've never shown it to anyone before.

"And those that did not worship it would be... killed."

LOW GROWLING

GIGGLING IN DISTANCE

Carla!

CARLA: This is you.

Sister Margarita, it's not what you think.

Beast.

Get away from her!

I won't let you hurt her like you hurt me!

-What? -CARLA: Margarita, stop!

Can't you see he's tricking you?!

-CARLA: Margarita! -Go and pray for your sin!

CARLA: Let me in!

Sister Margarita, please. I meant no harm.

Beast!

SNARLING

You don't belong here, you beast!

IGNATIUS WHIMPERING

I will cast you out!

Iphigenia, where are you?!

Please, Sister Margarita! Have mercy on me! Please!

No! [WHIMPERING]

God.

God, no.

No!

IGNATIUS SCREAMS

CARLA: Iphigenia! Iphigenia!

She is killing him!

DOOR RATTLING

Margarita! Please, Sister, open the door!

IGNATIUS: No, no, no! No!

IGNATIUS WHIMPERING

-What have you done to her? -IGNATIUS: I didn't do anything.

She did it to herself.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

I couldn't stop it. Couldn't stop her.

[SOFTLY] It's all right, Sister.

IGNATIUS: I'm sorry.

MAN: And it was a woman's voice on the line?

BISHOP [OVER PHONE]: Could be her sister.

She kept saying "Frankie." Her name is Frankie Jones.

But I believe she and Ignatius were not on the best of terms.

And Bob...

The Church can't afford another scandal.

If there is a problem, I need it to go away.

Leave it with me, Bishop.

PHONE LINE BEEPING

KNUCKLES CRACKING

Hello, Frankie Jones.

SHEEP BLEATING

IPHIGENIA: It's stay-at-home, to help you sleep.

MARGARITA: Mm.

RAIN PATTERING

There's nothing there.

CUP THUDS

You're no beast, Sister.

It's just a story.

One that you will write a new ending for.

There's only one end.

Punishment for my crimes and eternal damnation.

What of God's forgiveness?

Redemption?

THUNDER RUMBLING

♪ SOLOMON BURKE: "TIME IS A THIEF" PLAYING

♪ I woke...

It's you.

The missing heiress.

♪ And I looked at my life

♪ It was filled With so much sorrow

NEWSPAPER PAGES RUSTLING

♪ And grief

♪ And in my troubled mind

♪ I could see

♪ Through all my sorrows

♪ You see, time is a thief

Can I lie with you?

♪ That will rob you

I won't touch.

♪ Of your years

♪ And never

♪ Return one yesterday

MUSIC FADES OUT

BIRDS CHIRPING

I'm supposed to give the eulogy at my brother's memorial.

But I'm finding it almost impossible

to write the damn thing.

I can't imagine saying it in front of a room of strangers.

[MAN INHALES SHARPLY] Sorry to interrupt.

I'm Bob. I'm a bit new to all this.

It's fine, I'm done.

Oh, no, no. I don't want you to stop.

I, uh... I just thought you could try the eulogy out on us.

What have you got to lose?

Don't say I didn't warn you, because it's total shit.

GROUP CHUCKLING

"Ignatius came into the world

ten weeks early,

but defied the doctor's gloomy prognosis

by breathing on his own.

My mother said he did it to spite them.

Even to my four-year-old eyes, he was small.

His skin, translucent.

I could see his heart beating through it."

EXHALES SHAKILY

CHURCH BELLS RINGING

FRANKIE EXHALES

Thank you.

I just wanted to say, if you ever need to talk,

I know what it's like to lose a brother.

Oh, I'm sorry.

FRANKIE SIGHS

It's all anyone says to me these days,

"Sorry for your loss."

-WOMAN: Bye. -NAT: I want to high five.

[CHUCKLES] Thank you. I hope they weren't too much trouble.

Who have we got here?

FRANKIE: This is Nat, and this little grumpy-pants here is Ben.

Oh. What's that, Ben?

Nat, is it? You've got something in your hair.

FRANKIE AND BOB LAUGH

-BEN: Can we eat them, Mom? -FRANKIE: They're not poison?

-No. -BEN: Got any more?

-Hey! -BARNABY: Hiya.

BOB [LAUGHING]: Get out with you!

-Who's that? -NAT: That's Teddy.

I was just passing and I thought you might like a spot of lunch.

Oh, thank you. No, I should really get these two home.

Right.

H-Hello, mate. I'm Sergeant Barnaby.

Hi.

This is Bob. He's just moved here.

Nice little town you've got.

Yeah. Uh... What do you do for a living, Bob?

Uh, not much at the moment. Yeah. A bit of fishing.

Right.

Well, we might see you at the memorial, Barnaby.

Yeah.

[MUTTERING] Fuck.

It's nice to meet you, Bob. See you around.

-I hope so. -Yeah. Go on.

-Good luck with the eulogy. -Thank you.

You have a gift with words, Frankie.

Don't be afraid to use it.

CUSTOMERS CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY

BARNABY: What the hell did he want?

He was asking after your priest.

What exactly did he ask?

If he'd stayed here, if I'd met him.

RADIO CRACKLES

BARNABY: Constable Day, can you check a number plate for me?

R-4-3-7, T-C-B.

-DAY: Are you for real? -Yes. Jesus.

-Maybe he's a journalist. -Thanks, Jock.

DAY: Vehicle is registered to a Father Robert O'Malley.

Father? Are you sure?

Yes. His address is Saint Thomas's.

Why didn't he say he was a fucking priest?

BIRD SQUAWKING

SHEEP BLEATS

Surely the funds can be released without meeting in person.

COLQUIN: The rules of your trust are very specific.

I could fly to you, if it would make it easier?

No, that's not possible.

[INHALES SHARPLY] Then I'm afraid we're at an impasse.

No, I'll meet with you if that's what it takes.

But just you, no one else.

Portaross, tomorrow.

PHONE LINE BEEPING

MARGARITA: But how can we buy our home?

We have no money.

The Holy Mother has provided.

But you can't leave. Not with the man here.

I might hurt him.

I know you won't.

And I shan't be gone long. A day. A night at the most.

But what if they come back?

I think that we can risk one day...

to save our home.

BIRD HOOTING

FRANKIE: All right, let's have a look. Good job.

-NAT: I did it. -Yeah.

I found it on the road and thought a certain little boy

might not be able to sleep without it.

Nat!

-Look. -Teddy!

-How did you find us? -Phone book.

Only Frankie Jones in town. Oh.

Oh. Well, welcome.

Looks like I'm coming in as well.

[CHUCKLING] Hello. What have we got here?

FIRE CRACKLING

IGNATIUS: Where are you taking me?

CARLA: It's Bathing Day.

Let us help you with your robes.

There is no shame in the body God gave you, Father.

Only joy and thanksgiving for all its wonder.

Not exactly what they teach you in seminary school.

WATER SLOSHING

He was an odd kid.

He was always getting picked on at school.

-Was he gay? -[CHUCKLING] No.

No, he was... he was sensitive.

He was different.

FRANKIE CHUCKLES

My parents didn't do well with different.

They just wanted normal.

He was always drawing.

He was always making me pictures.

SEAT BELT UNBUCKLING

OCEAN WAVES LAPPING

INDISTINCT

SIGHS

SIGHS

-Oh, hello. -Oh, God, no.

-No! -No. No. Get away.

FRANKIE LAUGHS

Let me have a look.

Oh, you haven't changed a bit.

FRANKIE [CHUCKLES]: I was always a troublemaker.

Defending Ignatius against our parents.

And nuns.

Till the Church won and turned him against me.

I'm in the fucking program, Bob. What about you?

It is the night before your brother's memorial.

FRANKIE: I know there's a minibar bottle

hidden in here somewhere.

RUMMAGING IN DISTANCE

BOB SIGHS

Oh, God.

Hey-up. There it is.

Mother's Ruin.

FRANKIE CHUCKLES

PHONE CLATTERS

I keep thinking he'll call. How stupid.

To Ignatius.

BOB CHUCKLES SOFTLY

BOB SIGHS

I'll fetch clean towels.

OCEAN WAVES CRASHING

BIRD HOOTING

LOCK TURNING

I know how much you want to call your sister.

You don't have long. I'll be back.

LOCK TURNING

EXHALES SHARPLY

You remind me a bit of him.

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY] Is that a good thing?

No.

He called me a junkie and a whore.

He was only half right.

FRANKIE: He wouldn't take my calls, even when I was out

on the street... pregnant.

[SIGHS] That must have made you pretty angry.

With Ignatius and the Church.

Did you punish him?

-What do you mean? -Did you hurt him, Frankie?

Is that what happened?

No.

You would have been justified, after what he did to you.

Get...

Get out.

[YELLING] Get out!

BREATHING HEAVILY

MALACHI: You've called the office of Bishop Malone.

Please leave a message.

BEEP

This is a message for the bishop.

It's Ignatius.

I'm alive.

I'm at the Saint Agnes Monastery.

I've been held captive by three nuns.

-The nuns... -DOOR UNLOCKS

What did Frankie say?

Tell me.

Oh, I told you she missed you.

I have to take the phone back.

BOTH CHUCKLING

LOCK TURNING

DOOR SLAMMING

ENGINE STARTING

ENGINE REVVING AGGRESSIVELY

I said fuck off!

Are... Are you all right?

Are you drunk?

FRANKIE SOBBING SOFTLY

Did the priest get you drunk?

Bob's a fucking priest?

IPHIGENIA SIGHS

SHEEP BLEATING

Do I look all right?

IPHIGENIA: Watch over Sister Carla for me.

And all of the Agnes Sisters, hmm?

Take care of Ignatius, too.

[SOFTLY] Yeah.

MARGARITA SNIFFLES

I'll be back soon.

With good news, I hope.

You're leaving?

IGNATIUS [VOICEMAIL]: This is a message for the bishop.

It's Ignatius. I'm alive.

I'm at the Saint Agnes Monastery.

I've been held captive by three nuns.

The nuns...

PHONE BEEPS

IGNATIUS: This is a message for the bishop.

It's Ignatius. I'm alive.

I'm at the Saint Agnes Monastery.

I've been held captive by three nuns.

The nuns...

MALACHI: Well, what do we do?

We can't have a memorial if he's still alive.

And the hotel people, they can't go to the island now.

Tomorrow.

We schedule the tour for tomorrow.

The church is full, Malachi.

People are here to pay their respects

to your Brother, Ignatius.

Best not keep them waiting.

MARGARITA AND CARLA PRAYING INDISTINCTLY

[IN UNISON] ...and Your glory.

INDISTINCT PRAYING CONTINUES