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WIND GUSTING

IPHIGENIA: "Mirror, Mirror on the wall,

who is the fairest and most beloved of all?"

One night, the Queen snapped.

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

If money is the only way, then so be it.

BARNABY: Search has been called off.

They're already organizing a memorial for him.

-BISHOP [OVER PHONE]: Ignatius? -This is not Ignatius. Frankie?

Did you say Frankie?

What have you done?!

LOW GROWLING

No!

Beast!

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

LOW GROWLING

-No! -No!

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

She did it to herself.

BISHOP [OVER PHONE]: Her name is Frankie Jones.

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

I know you want to call your sister. You don't have long.

BOB: Did you hurt him, Frankie?

Get out.

The nuns...

What did Frankie say?

COLQUIN: The rules of your trust are specific.

I'll meet with you if that's what it takes.

But just you, no one else. Portaross, tomorrow.

But what if they come back?

I think that we can risk one day to save our home.

IGNATIUS: This is a message for the bishop.

I'm at the Saint Agnes Monastery.

I've been held captive by three nuns. The nuns...

MALACHI: The hotel people can't go to the island now.

Tomorrow. We schedule the tour for tomorrow.

BISHOP: People are here to pay their respects

to your Brother, Ignatius.

BOB: Best not keep them waiting.

CHOIR BOY: ♪ Ave

♪ Maria

♪ Gratia plena

CHOIR: ♪ Maria

♪ Gratia plena

♪ Maria gratia plena

♪ Ave

♪ Ave dominus

♪ Dominus tecum

♪ Benedicta tu in mulieribus

♪ Et Benedictus

♪ Et Benedictus Fructus ventris

MARGARITA PRAYING INDISTINCTLY

♪ Ventris tuae

♪ Jesus

♪ Ave

♪ Maria

HEART BEATING

WIND GUSTING

CARLA: Margarita, can today be Wreath Day?

MARGARITA: Maybe.

Please, Margarita. We need to make our Advent wreaths.

Rose candles, too.

MARGARITA: Stop hounding, Carla.

I haven't decided on the day yet.

Sister Margarita, as it's Advent and a time for penance,

I'd like to apologize for what happened in my cell.

I know it hasn't been easy having me here,

and I don't presume to know your experience of men

outside these walls.

But we men, we're not all bad.

Peace be with you, Sister.

It's not Wreath Day, Carla.

It's Dyeing Day.

Today is Dyeing Day.

What colors would you like, Father?

IGNATIUS: For what?

CARLA: Your robes.

IGNATIUS CHUCKLES

IGNATIUS: It's beautiful.

IGNATIUS LAUGHS

I thought you were making me a shroud. For "Dying" Day.

Wouldn't waste good wool on the dead.

CARLA: There's only one panel left.

Yours. The end of your story.

MARGARITA: What colors we don't already have,

I can make, so choose.

IGNATIUS PANTING EXCITEDLY

IGNATIUS CHUCKLES

SEAGULLS SQUAWKING

ENTRANCE BELL JINGLES

I have a room booked in my name. Patricia Stanford.

RECEPTIONIST: Ms. Stanford.

We've been expecting you.

Mr. Colquin has everything prepared for your arrival.

DOOR CLOSING

INDISTINCT NEWS REPORT ON TV

FEMALE REPORTER: The number of allegations

of child sexual abuse against the Catholic Church

continues to grow, as Church officials

are being accused of a widespread cover-up.

CHURCH BELL TOLLING IN DISTANCE

BELL TOLLING

FRANKIE: Today, you've heard a lot about Ignatius the man,

the priest,

and all his achievements.

I didn't know that man.

All I can tell you about is the boy.

My little brother.

My Ignatius.

Right from the start, he was different.

You see, Ignatius had a gift.

As a child, he saw things.

Colors.

In numbers and in music.

So the number one was sky blue.

Two, scarlet.

And music was a myriad of colors,

ripples in the air that only he could see.

But for the kids at school, and the nuns,

and everyone else,

it was a gift that had to be beaten out of him.

SHEEP BLEATING

FRANKIE: I tried to protect Ignatius as best I could.

But by 13, my parents decided a Catholic boarding school

was the answer to fixing my brother's problem.

After that, I saw him less and less.

I remember the day he graduated.

I didn't recognize him.

He told me proudly that he had been cured of his affliction...

by God.

And he didn't want to be reminded of his shameful past.

Especially not by me.

You're an alchemist, Margarita.

FRANKIE: When my youngest, Nat, turned four, he said to me,

"One is white.

Two is caterpillar green."

My Nat has synesthesia, too.

And when I realized, I called Ignatius,

and I just started rambling about how Nat was just like him

with his colors.

And I heard Ignatius...

crying.

He promised me that he would come and visit

and finally meet my precious boys.

I never did see my Ignatius again.

PHONE BEEPING

FRANKIE CHUCKLES SOFTLY

PHONE BEEPS

PHONE BEEPING

CHURCH BELL TOLLING

MOURNERS CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY

FRANKIE: Thank you for all your help and your kindness.

You're welcome.

We can wait for you, to go to the wake.

I'd like that.

Malachi.

BISHOP SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY

The other priest that was here before, Bob. Where is he?

He, uh, had some urgent business to attend to.

Right.

Well, you tell him I'd like some questions answered, in person.

Of course. I'll tell him.

FRANKIE SIGHS

Gentlemen, there's been a change of plan.

Some bad weather's on its way,

so we'll reschedule the tour till tomorrow.

This way, you'll see our monastery in its best light.

ENGINE STARTING

PEOPLE CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING

GASPS

Patricia?

My darling girl.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING

CARLA: Once upon a time,

a King and Queen were desperate for a child,

but to no avail.

The Queen prayed and prayed to God for a miracle,

until, one morning,

they awoke to find a tiny newborn

lying in a crib of roses beside their bed.

They named the little foundling girl Briar Rose.

Her christening was a grand affair,

and the King and Queen

invited 12 wise women from across the land...

BABY COOING

...to bestow their gifts upon their little daughter.

One wise woman offered her wisdom.

Another, kindness.

There was joy, love, strength.

So many gifts bestowed upon her.

But a thirteenth wise woman

had been left off the invitation list,

and the old crone arrived to curse Briar Rose,

saying that on her thirteenth birthday,

Briar Rose would prick her finger on a needle and die.

Now, the King and Queen were so horrified,

they banned all needles from the kingdom.

And from then on, they kept Briar Rose

within the confines of their walled palace,

to keep her safe.

And Briar Rose grew up within those walls,

loved and happy.

Until the morning of her thirteenth birthday.

Briar Rose awoke

with a strange restlessness inside of her.

She began to walk the corridors, until she found herself

in a part of the palace she'd never seen before.

A door beckoned to her,

a strange light emanating from within.

IGNATIUS CHUCKLES SOFTLY

And as she crossed the threshold to the door...

Briar Rose began to bleed from a wound

that could not be seen.

And she looked up to find the ancient crone

waiting for her.

And the wise old woman explained the mystery

of the body that bleeds every month but does not die,

instead growing in wisdom.

And the child Briar Rose died that day...

and was reborn a woman.

INHALES SHARPLY

FOLIAGE RUSTLING

BIRD SQUAWKING

SHEEP BLEATING

After your disappearance,

the family spent a lot of time and money trying to find you.

They were also subjected to a harrowing police investigation

into Jeremiah Smith's death, but also yours.

Many in the public believed you'd been murdered

on the same night as part of some sort of grand cover-up.

Your body apparently buried somewhere on our estate.

The newspapers dragged our entire family

down into the gutter.

Which brings us to your inheritance.

After ten years with no word from you

and no claim on your estate,

in accordance with the rules of your father's will,

your inheritance was returned to the family trust.

IPHIGENIA GULPS

Surely now I'm back, it will... revert to me.

[SCOFFS] Your right to make a claim has lapsed.

It now skips a generation

and can only go to your offspring.

That's ridiculous.

It's my rightful inheritance.

COLQUIN: And in a court of law, you could challenge that ruling

and most likely win.

But all that will take time and money.

ROSE: However, I am willing to release the funds you need

for your purchase today,

if you agree to one simple condition.

And that would be?

I want the Stanford family name restored to its former glory.

So, for your money,

you will appear at a press conference

this afternoon,

to read a prepared statement

announcing your return from the dead

and exonerating the Stanford family

of any wrongdoing.

At which point, you will be free to return

to your relative anonymity

as a Sister of Saint Agnes.

So I am to... exonerate you for the murder of Jeremiah, too?

All I did that night was send Arthur to bring you home.

-You sent him to kill Jeremiah. -ROSE: Don't be ridiculous.

Arthur only meant to scare him off.

I was trying to protect you.

You were trying to protect your precious Stanford name

from the scandal that your only daughter

was in love with a Black man.

And that beautiful man...

He was beaten to death right in front of me.

I can't do this.

COLQUIN: Then your mother's offer will be rescinded

and the rules of your inheritance will stand.

ROSE: So...

unless you can produce a blood heir...

TAP SQUEAKING, WATER STOPS RUNNING

FOOTSTEPS

WATER BASIN CLANGS

MARGARITA: All done. Just in time for prayers.

SHEEP BLEATING

-Shh. -MARGARITA: What is it?

LOW GROWLING

IGNATIUS: It's all right, Sister Margarita.

This is Father Bob.

He means you no harm.

Nun number two.

Margarita.

Where on earth did they find you?

Carla!

Don't be frightened.

Father Bob is a friend of Ignatius, right?

BOB: You said in your call

that there were three nuns...

holding you captive.

Where's the third?

I think a royal blue would be a better choice

for your return from the dead.

These should do nicely, too.

They're Stanford diamonds.

There.

Hurry along now. We don't have much time.

The press are gathering.

I'll be right next door.

If you need me.

DOOR OPENING

THE PRESS CHATTERING IN DISTANCE

DOOR CLOSING

SIGHS

IPHIGENIA: If I could produce an heir,

how would it work?

COLQUIN [OVER PHONE]: Uh... You'd have to prove it.

A simple DNA test would suffice.

Then your heir would be accorded privileges of the Stanford name.

The money, land, the title, as well as your inheritance.

Thank you.

PHONE RECEIVER DOCKING

Once the bishop's fully aware of the situation...

He is fully aware, Ignatius.

These women have to leave with you today.

The Sisters of Saint Agnes are an enclosed order.

You'd be asking them to betray...

The Sisters of Saint Agnes don't exist.

SISTERS PRAYING INDISTINCTLY

Who's to say who these women really are?

Or how they came to be here?

-They're Sisters of Saint Agnes! -They are not nuns!

What nun would hold a priest captive

and inflict such horrors upon him?

I mean, look at yourself, man!

SISTERS PRAYING INDISTINCTLY

BOB: And now you tell me one so-called nun

has gone to the mainland to buy the place?

I know what you're doing.

BOB: All we really know for certain is that these women

are trespassing on valuable Church property

and that they and their filthy animals need to be removed.

ETHEREAL WHOOSHING

EXHALES SHAKILY

SHEEP BLEATING

No.

No, I can truly attest

these women are the Sisters of Saint Agnes,

and they will not be removed.

[SOFTLY] Very well, then.

SHEEP BLEATING

MARGARITA SIGHS

DOOR CLOSING

Patricia?

Are you ready?

SEAGULLS SQUAWKING IN DISTANCE

IPHIGENIA: "Dear Mother,

I came here because I thought I could save my Sisters

and our home with money.

But it turns out the cost of that money,

whether it be my silence or my heir,

is one that I am not prepared to pay.

I'm sorry. You'll have to face the press alone.

And what you say will be your choice,

your story.

But I leave behind this angel, Carla, to watch over you.

It's the only part of my daughter

I am willing to let the Stanfords have."

ETHEREAL WHOOSHING

MARGARITA [YELLING]: No!

EXHALES SHAKILY

Sister! I can take you across.

SIGHS

SHEEP BLEATING

CARLA WEEPING SOFTLY

Anything else you'd like to take with you?

No.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I didn't get a chance to finish my robes,

finish my story.

BOB: There's a boat waiting.

It's a bit of a walk, but I'm sure we'll manage.

BOB: Sister Margarita.

Sister Carla.

CARLA YELLS

The place must be cleared one way or another.

We have to get them to the boat.

Let her go!

MARGARITA GROANS

IGNATIUS YELLS

IGNATIUS: Run! Go!

Have you gone mad?

No!

CHOKING

No point in bringing you back from the dead after all.

BOB GROANING

IGNATIUS GRUNTING

MARGARITA GROANS

GRUNTING CONTINUES

IGNATIUS SCREAMS

CARLA SCREAMS

IGNATIUS PANTING

CARLA SCREAMS

No!

CARLA CHOKING

MARGARITA YELLS

ALL PANTING

MARGARITA: Kyrie!

Kyrie!

SHEEP BLEATING

GASPS

GROANING

All right!

IGNATIUS GROANING

MARGARITA: Get in.

-CARLA: You'll be fine. -Hurry. Hurry.

MARGARITA: All right. Shh.

Go. Now you.

No. No, no, no. No, I want to help you.

-You need to stay hidden. -No!

Look at me. Look at me.

You need to stay hidden until I come back for you.

Promise me.

-Promise me. -Yes.

All right. I will come back for you.

I will come back for you.

Right, go.

CARLA SOBBING

Okay.

BOTH PANTING

BIRD CRIES IN DISTANCE

WIND HOWLING

PANTING

FOLIAGE RUSTLING

Margarita!

It doesn't have to be this way.

Leave with me.

I promise I'll do you no harm.

PANTING

SIGHS

The mainland isn't so bad.

You'll soon grow to love it.

WHIMPERS

No!

Margarita, what have you done?

CARLA GRUNTING

We have to help her!

CARLA SOBBING

IGNATIUS: Shh.

[WEAKLY] ♪ Kyrie

♪ Eleison

♪ Kyrie

♪ Eleison

♪ Kyrie

HEAVY BREATHING

PANTING

[WHISPERING] Holy Mother, Saint Agnes, help me.

Please help me.

MARGARITA: ♪ Kyrie

♪ Kyrie

♪ Kyrie

♪ Kyrie

GROANS

♪ Kyrie

♪ Kyrie

Show yourself, you witch!

♪ Kyrie

♪ Kyrie

♪ Kyrie

♪ Nam et si ambulavero

♪ In medio umbrae mortis

[SISTERS IN UNISON] ♪ Non timebo mala

♪ Quoniam tu mecum es

♪ Virga tua

♪ Et baculus tuus

♪ Ipsa me consolata sunt

♪ Et ut inhabitem

♪ In domo Domini

♪ In longitudinem dierum

SINGING CONTINUES

WIND HOWLING

SINGING CONTINUES

SINGING CRESCENDOS

YELLS

BODY THUDS

BOB BREATHING WEAKLY

BREATHING WEAKLY

Oh...

MUFFLED PANTING

MUFFLED PANTING CONTINUES

WHIMPERS

MAN GRUNTING

No.

BED CREAKING

No, no.

[SNIFFLES] No.

MARGARITA: No.

[SOFTLY] No. No.

BOTH MOANING

BOTH GASP

No! Beast!

IGNATIUS SCREAMS

No!

No! Margarita, no!

No, no, no, no! No!

MARGARITA GRUNTING

GRUNTING CONTINUES

SNIFFLES

MARGARITA: Forgive me, Holy Mother,

for I have failed you.

Against you have I sinned

and done what is evil in your sight.

You are right in your verdict and justified when you judge me.

[SOBBING] I am dirty and I am ashamed.

I am not worthy of your love, nor the gift of this life.

No.

I said no!

What it is...

SIGHS

Let us be glad and rejoice in it.

Accept this, my sacrifice, Holy Mother.

Accept this broken spirit, my broken and contrite heart.

I pray that you will not despise me.

Have mercy on me, Mother. Have mercy on me.

GROANS

SIGHS

PANTING

GRUNTING

FIRE CRACKLING

No! No!

Help me!

NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE

CARLA SOBBING SOFTLY

IPHIGENIA PANTING

PANTING

PANTING

GASPS

Carla!

Carla! Carla!

[SOBBING] Carla! Carla!

WAILING

SCREAMS

SOBBING

Carla!

PANTING

Breathe!

Breathe!

Breathe!

Breathe!

God, please don't take my daughter.

Let me keep her.

Carla!

Let me keep her!

Carla!

Carla... Carla...

CARLA COUGHING

WAILING

CARLA COUGHS

Mother?

IPHIGENIA SOBBING

CARLA PANTING

IPHIGENIA LAUGHS

I told you, they're dead.

MARGARITA: Your hands are full of blood.

Wash you.

Make you clean.

Put away the evil of your doings from before mine eyes.

Cease to do evil.

Learn to do good.

Though your sins be as scarlet,

they shall be as white as snow.

IPHIGENIA EXHALES SHAKILY

MARGARITA: Though they be as red as crimson,

they shall be as wool.

CARLA: But I saw them.

I saw them engulfed in the flames.

Your hands are full of blood.

Wash you, make you clean.

Put away the evil of your doings from before mine eyes.

Cease to do evil.

Learn to do good.

IGNATIUS BREATHING

BIRDS CHIRPING

WIND GUSTING

SHEEP BLEATING

You must look upon this miracle, Sister.

Do not be frightened.

Sister Margarita.

Look.

I've been healed.

Holy Mother...

blessed be you.

You saved a sinner and made me whole again.

You raised me up, Margarita,

so that I might live to recount your deeds.

And I will go forth to proclaim your name.

IPHIGENIA: Every Saint Agnes novice is made

a special garment for her robing day.

The garment with her own hair knitted into it.

To join her to us.

Each knitted garment tells a story bright with meaning,

and holds the cables and ribs of the knitters' own lives.

It celebrates the inventiveness of imagination

and the power of our stories to heal and to change lives.

Only when the garment is finished, her story told,

is the novice ready to be a Sister of Saint Agnes.

MARGARITA: What do you ask for?

IGNATIUS: The mercy of God and the grace of the holy habit.

CARLA: Do you ask it with your whole heart?

I do.

May God grant you perseverance, my daughter.

IGNATIUS CHUCKLES SOFTLY

SHEEP BLEATING

This is as far as I go.

[SCOFFS] Get up.

You'll ruin your new robes before you're even home.

IGNATIUS SIGHS

Once I go back, there'll be police inquiries

and emissaries from the Pope to verify the miracle.

Do you think the bishop will allow any of it?

Is that...?

It's Father Bob's,

with all his messages to and from the bishop.

So, yes, I think he'll be a great advocate.

A seraph!

Come with me.

SEAGULLS SQUAWKING

PHONE BEEPING

GRUNTS

[MUTTERING] Fuck off.

INHALES DEEPLY

SIGHS

FOOTSTEPS

FRANKIE CHUCKLES

[CHUCKLES] I thought you'd done a runner.

BARNABY LAUGHS

Thank you.

FRANKIE INHALES DEEPLY

FRANKIE SIGHS

Guess who just texted me?

Father bloody Bob.

What's he got to say for himself?

KEYPAD CLICKING

Oh, my fucking God.

OCEAN WAVES CRASHING

Jesus Christ.

Is that him?

EXHALES SHAKILY

Frankie!

FRANKIE GASPS

FRANKIE SIGHS

[SOFTLY] Hey.

FRANKIE GASPS

LAUGHTER

That's your Uncle Ignatius.

FEMALE ANNOUNCER: Welcome to Portaross,

your gateway to the Saint Agnes Monastery.

An enclosed order,

the Sisters of Saint Agnes now allow visitors once a year

to commemorate Sister Margarita's miracle.

Tours leave every hour.

Please queue in an orderly fashion.

INDISTINCT CHATTERING

BABY COOING

A story? Hmm?

Your turn, Iphigenia.

CHUCKLES SOFTLY

Once upon a time, there were three Sisters

who lived in a big house,

high on a hill.

And they were happy and content.

Until one day...

SHEEP BLEATS

SHEEP BLEATS