All language subtitles for Sweet Country (1987) Jane Alexander, Carole Laure, Randy Quaid

That. What the fuck's wrong with you?

Can't you see it's fucking red? Oh, shut
up. Or don't they have lights where you

fucking come from? No, we don't. I'm a
French fucking Canadian.

Driver, please.

Crazy bastard!

I'm Anna Willing. Oh, hi. Come on in.

Anna!

Oh, Jane.

I'm sorry I'm late.

My God, what a day.

It's okay. Relax.

What is it? You look upset.

I just saw the last person in the world
I want to see.

Who? A ghost from the past.

By the way, How are the proofs? I have
them right here.

Well, tell me about your ghost.

My friends, after the screening, we'll
have a little discussion, and I'll

introduce our special guests, human
rights activists with personal

oppression in Latin America.

Reaction everywhere, and in Chile
particularly, is coming to a head.

But for today's media, only a massacre
makes big news.

For instance, we couldn't get the
networks to show any of the material

were about to see.

His real name is Paul Dumont. Someone
was just talking

about him. I think he's coming here.

Well, if he does, I'll get up and go.

Oh, no, you won't. Not if he is what you
think he is. For obvious reasons, the

identity of some of the people
interviewed...

had to be kept in the dark.

Literally, as you can see.

Have you ever been to the United States?

Yes. I took my master's at one of the
better -known universities.

I have many, many friends there. Oh, my
God.

You know her?

It's Monica. Monica O 'Reilly. When you
live in a prison like this country, it's

a little hard to keep in touch.

Mind you, I did get a couple of messages
from them after the army took over

with America's blessing.

They were quite upset and wonder.

Well, mind you, you could hardly expect
the Americans, however liberal, to be as

concerned as they were over Vietnam or
Iran or Lebanon or... After

all... Here, in this country, no
American lives were at stake.

No blood spilled.

Only ours.

With, perhaps, a couple of exceptions.
One that I know of.

And that was written off as an accident.

I hope I can stand this.

No, I can't.

I'm only that...

He was a very special and generous man
who loved this country deeply.

They say fear corrupts. God, is it true?

There is nothing quite so degrading as
not to dare open your mouth when all

around you people you've known are
subjected to such inhumanity, such

horror.

That you want to shout it to the world.

Especially when someone was as close as
one particular person, a girl, was to

me.

I mean, she was my... She was my... I
was still in that place.

It has been a long time, Mrs. Willing. I
know. I hardly ever come to the city

anymore. I don't blame you. Villain has
such a beautiful spot.

A bit too far, perhaps.

Eva.

Happy birthday.

Thank you. A little something you
shouldn't have.

I am sorry.

And this.

It's my husband.

Mother's formidable brother, Uncle Max.
The only sane one in this family,

politically and otherwise. Careful,
Uncle.

Ben and Anna are not like your typical
American business friends.

Maybe after they've heard a few facts...
Now, Max, remember your promise. No

politics. That's it yourself, Mother.
Why?

What's wrong with folk, art, history?

Nothing, of course, except... No, no,
no, that's enough.

Come and help me with that. Can I help?
No, thank you. Would you please?

Monica tells me that you're a medical
man, Mr. Wheeling. Yes and no.

I gave up my practice three years ago
when we decided to settle here. Now I

teach. Or I try to. Don't be so modest,
Ben.

Speak up for him, Anna.

Well, I'm not so sure... Why don't you
tell them about your projects at the

Catholic University?

Come and sit down, Mrs. Wheeling.

What does your husband do?

Drive back and forth? No, we gave up
driving, too, when we left the States.

I have an arrangement with a colleague.
A priest.

I room with him two or three nights a
week. A priest?

That should keep him out of mischief.

I wouldn't bank on it.

Father Benedict happens to be a very
worldly priest. And very attractive.

Such a way. One of the things I like
about my daughters is their friends.

They may have picked the wrong husbands.

But at least they were... Interesting.

Interesting. One is a Marxist playboy
who thinks he's Che Guevara and takes to

the mountains... That's two -year -old
news, uncle.

Ben knows all about Danilo.

So does.

And the other is a decadent... The other
is out of Eva's life.

She's off to Germany to marry Helen.
Remember?

A big romance. At least Eva... What
about Eva? At least Eva was clever.

She didn't give that pervert a child.
You leave my daughter out of this.

She's the best gift I ever had.

Come along, darling.

Come and meet Mama's American friend.

My, how you have grown, Maria Pat.

This is your Uncle Ben. And this is your
Uncle Anna. Hello, sweetheart.

I haven't got to meet Uncle Ben and
Anna. Are they secret, Mommy?

Secrets. Your syntax is appalling, my
dear. What business has never worked for

the president's wife? I can hear you,
uncle, because I like her.

You think it's funny, running in and out
of the presidential palace?

When it might be blown up any minute.

Lunch. Your socialist government is a
farce. First, they

nationalize the industry. Then they
squeeze them right by paying themselves

higher wages and inflation.

and stash dollars away in foreign banks.
Mostly in Sweden.

They are more solid.

Now, Soledad, don't you start.

Because we are realists. That's why.

Your leftist heroes couldn't wait to
spit on the United States.

But as soon as Uncle Sam retaliated by
ruining the economy, they screamed in

indignation. He's not our uncle. And
we'll stop screaming when he takes his

hands off our throats.

Right. Not in front of our American
guests.

How dare you insult this...

This lovely lady apologizes.

Both of you!

Honestly, they don't have to.

One can't be offended by a few truths.

No one, except patriots like my husband.
What do you expect us to do, you stupid

cow? Lie down and starve!

I am not going to sit here and watch you
suffer a while!

Sit down and sell a dad, please

You

are

all soft in the head

When the army steps in, they'll have to
look you up.

The lot of you. Oh, no, not again.

All right, Mac, that's enough.

We don't like that kind of talk in this
house.

Shut up or get out.

That's fine with me.

Now I hope you see what is wrong with
this country.

The people.

Them.

Don't cry, Sarah. He'll be back.

Yes, mother, he will. That's why she's
crying.

Really, Monica.

I'll get the fruit.

Eva.

Eva. Leave her alone.

That child is heading for a breakdown.

She's not a child, mother.

Stop exaggerating Eva's problems. One of
these days she's going to pack her

bags. When?

Twice now she's postponed her trip.

These are hard times, mother.

Ava doesn't like to feel like she's
deserting ship. It's not just her job,

you and father.

Don't

panic.

Has this happened before?

Not like this. I knew he'd been seeing
the doctor, but he wouldn't tell me. Why

don't you all go next door?

Monica, see if he has any pills lying
around.

And call your doctor.

Would you help me move him to the sofa,
please?

Ben is taking care of him.

Come on.

No.

I'm staying here.

Monica, she's strong.

She can manage.

So you tell Eva I'll be in Germany for
the wedding.

Okay?

Okay.

I intend to, you know.

Let's go, please. The cars are coming
up.

It's all right, man. It's all right.

Thank you for coming.

Are we all here?

Good morning.

This is some footage from recent
demonstrations against the coup of

11th.

No smoking, please.

I'm sorry.

Boy, I swear it's him.

Yes? Thanks.

Are

you

all right?

I think so.

There must be snipers on the roofs. We
had better stick to the back. I was

trying to call Anna.

The lines are dead.

Come along, then.

I am sure the number of widows in the
city is mounting by the minute.

You don't want to add to it, do you?

These batteries.

There's no light in there. Where's the
sugar?

The president is on the air.

This station may soon be silenced.

But I will be with you.

Well,

we'd better start burning these.

Before they come for me?

Don't be silly. Why would they bother
about you?

Foolish to take risks, that's all.

My sacrifice.

will serve as a moral lesson

against

crime, cowardice, and treason.

The national anthem.

Then we can have a post -mortem.

I don't want any part of it.

All right, Ben.

I'm going to start packing up. You just
watch me.

told you to stay indoors.

Mrs. Willie.

Mrs. Willie. Hello.

Oh, God.

Hello, Mrs. Ortega. Please join us.

We're having some champagne.

Someone's birthday?

Everyone's, my dear.

Haven't you heard?

I'd love to, but the radio warned us all
to stay at home. Only in the city,

because of the fighting.

Please excuse me. My husband is there,
and I...

More good news.

It's over.

Over? Yes, my dear. Now we can start
living.

I absolutely insist you come. We can't
have you brooding about your husband.

Please.

Quite a lot of housework, my friend.

I'll try, Anna, I guess. You are an
optimist.

Dead.

Here we are.

Cut off from the world.

No radio, no telephone, no...

My Canadian friends. Come in, come in.

What a fright you gave us. And you, us.

I nearly died out there wondering if you
would ever answer. My God.

It's like a battlefield in here.

Mercifully, no blood.

Who's that?

Oh, that?

An American. My house guest.

Benjamin Willing.

Come, let me introduce you. Ben, this is
Evelyn and Paul Dumont.

The Canadian couple who live on the top
floor?

Hi. Paul is a journalist.

Been here only what, a month?

Just about.

Too long, if you ask me.

Poor Evelyn.

It's been a little rough on her, I'm
afraid. A little?

First, I'm practically blasted out of my
bed at the crack of dawn. And where do

you think Paul is?

Nowhere. I'd gone out early to get the
papers when all hell broke loose.

He didn't come back for ages.

I was frantic.

I had to find out how serious it was.

So I made my way, running and ducking to
the American embassy.

I thought if anybody knew, they would.

And?

You could hear the laughter across the
street.

I think we should sit down.

But out of this murderous draft.

And get drunk.

Aaron and I had already started. Oh, an
edge happened.

What happened? We were listening to the
radio, mixing whiskey with tears, after

the news of the president's death,
when... Murder, you... What?

We didn't know.

Our radio went dead on us.

And I doubt whether it is worth
reviving.

But... But they can't kill a legend.

For that's what it will be.

A better martyr than he was a leader.

How can you say that, Father Venegas?

Because, my dear, when you are a Latin
American,

dying for your beliefs is easier than
making others live by them.

To our army and its commander -in
-chief!

Poor Mrs. Willing, look at her. Can't
stop worrying about her husband.

We'll cheer her up.

Quiet, everybody!

To our allies, friends, and saviors.

The Americans.

The firing had stopped, and everything
was quiet.

when suddenly we heard a thud on our
terrace.

A sniper?

Yes. Fortunately, he wasn't badly hurt.

Evelyn bandaged him with the sheet we
tore up. Before long, he was asleep on

bed. That's why I had time to get really
scared, so I dragged Paul away and...

What if someone came searching for him?
You realize what kind of trouble... We

couldn't turn him out, could we? I think
we should go, darling. It's not really

fair to... No, no, no, no, no.

Let's not lose our heads.

It is a problem, but we will deal with
it. How?

Even if he can walk, he can't leave?

No, not until the curfew is lifted.

They'll have to start doing that, little
boy.

Let's hope his luck holds out.

Not very likely, unless he can leave the
country.

Paul thought we should try to get him
into the Canadian embassy.

Well, that's where we're going the
moment we can to try to get out of Hill

Excuse me a minute.

Hey, are you all right?

No.

But I will be.

Evelyn is pregnant.

I... I think she should go home.

What about you?

I have my job.

And besides, it's at times like these
people like us can be useful.

How do you mean?

I have an old hand at this.

Believe me, a lot can be done.

Sit down and relax, Ben. I'm trying to
think.

If my clothes fit that young man, there

is nothing like a Roman dog collar for
securing entry into an embassy.

Say something, Max.

Yes, Max.

You should be singing like a bird.

I was against the socialists, not for a
military takeover.

Still, as long as it's only temporary...
Do you know of any dictatorship that

is?

I can't believe that our army, our
police... If history teaches us

It is that people in uniform obey their
superior officers.

And ours have been trained by foreign
experts.

This should keep Eva warm.

Windows in Germany can be bitter.

You are worried about her too much.

I know it's...

Selfish of me, but... It's all I can
think about.

The one... Touchable.

What are you doing?

Making some bread.

With the flour you've been hoarding.

Don't you think you should ask me first?

Honestly, Ava.

I keep forgetting I'm only a guest
around here. Oh, don't be so touchy, for

heaven's sake. And you stop busting me
around, okay?

Go and put your bathrobe on.

Here.

Look.

I know you're disappointed you can't
leave tomorrow, and so am I, but

Hopefully you won't have to be stuck
with me too long.

Well, we are missing Helmut badly,
aren't we? Yes, we are.

including the way you are insinuating.
Oh.

And I thought I was supposed to be the
sex part in this family. If you were,

you'd be needing dough.

It's quite therapy.

You can pound it.

Against the wall.

Hands above your heads.

Which one is Eva Maria Araya?

Araya.

You have to come with us. Get dressed.

Dress yourself warmly.

be my mother

who's

there never mind who i am who are you
sorry you'll have to call back

later it was your mother

What is it, Isabella? My path?

Where is my path?

I must run. I must go to them.

Max!

No.

Oh, no.

Not my baby.

Find anything?

Nothing.

I hate to leave you with such a mess
again. Oh, don't be silly.

I was planning to spring clean anyway.

Now the schools are closed.

If Helmut calls, don't tell him, eh?

Oh, you know me.

I'm a wizard storyteller.

Ciao, Linda.

Ciao.

Lovely one, when I come home, I'll buy
you the biggest ice cream ever.

the cake might fall.

Sugar's available again.

That explains the cake.

The worst is over.

I doubt it. I doubt it very much.

The stories.

Where's Damaris?

In the garden.

Her teacher's dead.

His body was found dumped on his
doorstep this morning.

I kept my sanity by thinking how to go
about packing up.

Packing up?

What for?

Well, for getting out of here.

Surely you're not surprised.

I must admit, it never even occurred to
me.

You never let the facts get in the way,
do you, Ben?

You uproot us from friends and family
because you decide this paradise is more

human and the northern hemisphere is
going to blow itself up. Well, it hasn't

yet. And right now, it's a hell of a lot
more human than this fascist inferno.

At least to me it is.

It's just that we've made our home here,
and then there's my work.

For whom?

For a military hunter?

Have you no guts, for Christ's sake? No
pride?

There are a lot of poor people depending
on us.

There are people who are depending on us
who need the help we give. Oh, don't

give me that.

Nobody needs you.

They don't even appreciate you. The
level of your salary proves it.

All these years, stuck in the woods,
riding filthy trains and buses, feeling

noble because we're sacrificing for a
cause.

Well, the cause has died on his bed.
It's dead!

Dead, dead!

I'm going for a walk.

I'll pick these up when I get back.

Ben.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Oh, my God, the cake.

Anna, for God's sake.

Are you all right? I fought the stupid
war. No, it's me. I'm such a clumsy,

hopeless... No, no, you're not.

Come on. Come on. You better sit down.

Come on.

I'm all right.

Now, once more, you're right about
leaving.

I should have thought about it before
you had to tell me.

Thank you, darling.

I'll take out the cake.

Ben.

Eva Araya was planning on leaving
tomorrow.

Did you, by any chance, call to find
out?

No.

I kind of dread doing it.

But I will.

His arms are broken. Shut up, you
Brazilian communist.

Your turn will come tomorrow.

Yours too, señorita.

Be patient.

Be patient.

Be patient.

In a minute.

Monica can't know for sure they took her
to the stadium.

Where else?

You know, I've been thinking.

It would be foolish to... Well, to quit
your job before getting a new one.

We'll manage.

If there was something really useful we
could do.

Like what?

Oh, I don't know.

There's bound to be some kind of
resistance.

At the risk of one's life.

Or worse.

You're trying to scare me.

Successfully, I hope.

Americans are very popular with the new
regime.

Provided they're careful.

They'd get away with quite a lot, I'd
say. I don't see you or me in that

particular part.

It's not a very flattering admission, is
it?

The honest truth.

I never pretended to be much of a hero.

You should have seen me at the Ortegas
yesterday.

If I had any self -respect, I would have
spat in their faces.

Instead, I took it out on you.

Well, that was very sensible of you.

Oh, Ben.

You're almost too good, you know.

Make that a big almost.

Liar! Liar! You don't expect us to
believe you got your job without being a

party member.

But I tell you not. You mean no longer.
No, never.

Then why were you hired?

I think... Don't finish.

Just tell me.

Because I can write a decent letter in
four languages.

That's a lot of skills for such a little
head, isn't it?

Isn't it?

It's the education my father gave us. He
didn't believe women should take a back

seat and be considered... Considered

what? What?

Inferior, I suppose.

To whom?

To whom?

Men.

Oh, men.

She means us.

Don't you?

Are you?

Enough of your insolence. You're not
asking us questions.

Tell us how you got your job.

I was interviewed.

By your loving president?

No, by his wife. Before or after you and
he became lovers?

Answer!

Tell us what he did to you. All the
unnatural, perverted things. No, it's

true. You have eyes, don't you? You saw
the horses that were going on?

That signing and confession.

She's not important enough.

Then why waste our time?

Oh, just routine. To keep her collateral
in line.

Pick her up.

We have visitors.

That's Dorothy Hemmings, but who's the
man who doesn't look like Alan?

Alan who, Papa?

Her husband, you remember, that nice
missionary gentleman.

Let's go pick some more flowers for
Mama. All right, just a few. Then I must

and say hello to our guests.

Well, Anna, shall we tell him?

Sounds ominous. It is.

We've just recruited your Anna into
becoming a spy.

Will? Nothing.

Except that Anna doesn't seem like a
likely spot to me.

Typical husband's reaction.

Oh, don't listen to him, Anna.

Cowards like Ben and Alan just love the
little death they must endure when their

loved ones flap their wings
occasionally.

Our friend here solved that problem by
sending his wife back to Canada.

Evelyn is gone, I presume.

So is our sniper friend, Jose Martinez.

And I must close with him.

I'm glad some of our friends weren't so
lucky. I was just telling them about

Ava. Joke's about spying apart, Ben.

If people like Araya's, we want to help.

And to gather stories of torture and
violations of human rights and channel

out of the country.

To the states especially.

Let people know the kind of criminals
we're reporting.

Anna, Anna, you must learn not to be so
outspoken. I know the walls have ears.

Ben is right.

In all dictatorships, the one golden
rule is...

Say as little as you can and be very
wary whom you trust.

Well, in that case, one, what do we know
about you?

Anna's joking, of course.

But she's right.

You have to know enough about someone to
trust them.

After that, better to know as little as
possible.

It's safer.

You mean in case you get arrested and
then you're tortured violently, you

betray friends? Do you mind changing the
subject, please?

Welcome ladies.

Today we're initiating some gymnastic
classes to keep you fit.

Undress.

To the skin.

Space yourselves out!

Well, now.

You are all grown -up, experienced
ladies.

You must be pretty lonesome for your
husbands and lovers by now.

So I want you to pretend that you're
with them. Have a little fun.

That's right.

Get down on your knees.

No, no, no.

Knees spread out.

Spread them out!

Now, pretend you're humping away.

Let's hear you sigh.

Betcha!

We've been trying to call you, too.

What?

Oh, Ava is... Ava's fine.

She's in the country helping out some
friends.

But they have no telephone.

Everybody out of here!

You have to come with me.

Take your things. You'll be released.

Take this.

It will keep you warm.

I... I want none of your sympathy, you
bitch!

I know all about you and your elegant
ways!

I suppose you feel like a big hero. Now
you've been tortured.

Well, let me tell you, torture isn't new
to us. The police have

tortured us.

Always.

But next time, it will be different.

Next time.

have a real revolution.

Lights.

We'll take a break for a few minutes.

There is coffee next door if you want.

At cost price.

What do we do now?

Just sit tight. We'll talk to Jose.

Jose?

Yeah, Jane. In a minute.

Here he comes.

Hello, Anna.

Hello, Paul.

Jane Markoff. Paul Dumont.

Oh, the literary agent.

It's a pleasure.

You've been, uh...

Taking notes, Mr. Dumoul.

Occupational disease.

I'm a journalist.

You don't look very happy to see me,
Anna.

Or has the screening upset you?

That, too. Look, after trying to catch
up with you all these years, I refuse to

be put off by a cold shoulder that
puzzles me, to say the least. If I

that my reasons are in no way personal,
can we leave it at that? No, we can't.

What godly crime can I have committed
that I didn't even deserve a hearing?

It makes no difference now.

It does to me. I'll be right back.

Well, Anna.

Can I take a look at that?

Sure. Why?

I dabble in graphology. It fascinates
me.

How's Evelyn?

Evelyn is fine. She's the proud mother
of two.

You mean she really had that baby after
leaving in such a hurry?

I'm losing the drift of this
conversation.

Yes, Anna, she really did. A little girl
we call Mathilde after guess who. Don't

tell me.

I left as none.

Why the sarcasm?

Knowing where I stand.

What's so strange about it?

Where do you stand, Paul?

You thought I'd fratted on you and the
group.

That's it, isn't it? If I remember
right, you not only vanished, but you

very good care to cover up your tracks
with lies. I'd warned you, Anna.

The less you knew about my moves and my
activities, the safer for all of us. But

you knew all about our moves and our
activities. And soon after you were

so did the military police.

As now, I presume they'll know all about
Monica Araya's clandestine TV

interviews.

What the hell?

That was for my personal use.

Hello, Jose. Paul, now what's all this?

I expect our friend here has already
briefed you about my sinister alter ego.

Come on, there has been a little
misunderstanding, that's all.

Don't be so sure, Jose.

Tell him I'm a spy, a CIA agent,
especially assigned to prowl

around a group of idealistic women
trying to expose the evils of fascism.

your scenario, isn't it?

What's yours?

That's better.

Can we now engage in some sane dialogue,
please?

But not now.

We'll go for a drink afterwards.

Then I can tell Miss Willing how Paul,
with the help of a certain priest, saved

my life.

If you want some coffee, you better
hurry.

Who's that?

There's a parcel at the entrance.

Special delivery.

We'll be starting again in a minute, so
please go back to your seats, everybody.

Paul.

I'm sorry about... Mr. Wright.

I guess the way things turned out, she
had every reason to suspect.

I'd better visit the bathroom before we
start. Over by the entrance.

More films?

Books, probably.

Not finding.

Would you mind answering that?

In the office over there.

Sure. All set, Jose.

Coming.

Hello?

Pastor? Yes, it has been delivered.

Not yet, but may I ask who's calling?

Hello?

Hello?

Dirty. My baby.

My beautiful baby.

Did they hurt you?

No, Mother.

They didn't hurt me.

I just need a bath.

Yes.

And then we'll call Helen.

No, not yet.

Tomorrow.

Oh, God.

What have they done to her?

Don't think about it.

She's sick.

That's all that matters.

Only the dead are safe.

There's been an accident, but you're
doing fine. I'll get it.

Accident.

There.

There's Beth.

It's

all

right, Mrs. Willing.

It's all right.

There's no one here, just your friends.

There's nothing to worry about.

All you need is a little rest.

That's a good girl.

It's only a slight concussion. She'll be
fine.

Why don't you go?

I'll stay.

Yes, you have my number.

Please call me when she wakes up.

I'm here for Senor Salas' order.

You're the last.

Hello, Pauline.

Hello, Anna.

Hello, everybody.

There's a chair for you.

A woman I know, a social worker,
smuggled this message

out of prison.

On the way here, to this hard labor
camp, we stopped at a deserted farmhouse

where I could be interrogated in greater
privacy.

When I refused to give them names, I was
subjected to a gang rape.

Then they inserted mice in my vagina.

This woman is 60 years old. Oh, my God.
You are old.

Yes, I'm sure you must be.

I've spent half my life in Latin
America.

The refinements of torture.

are not unknown to me. Physical cruelty
is as old as man.

But in our scientific age, sexual
psychology has plumped new depths.

People like that should be exterminated.
Should they?

If it's any satisfaction, we now have
the name and address of one of the

masterminds of sexual torture.

Well, we should publicize it to the
outside world. To achieve what?

What do you think?

Mrs. Willing.

Well, I... I don't know what else we can
do. I thought you said people like that

should be exterminated.

So what would be the next logical step?

Surely, Sister Mathilde, you're not
suggesting that we... I'm not frightened

words, my dear.

Go on.

That we should even be talking about it
is unthinkable.

An eye for an eye? No, Dorothy.

An eye for a multitude of eyes.

I'm sorry.

Maybe he would have to be an Armenian
genocide survivor like me to understand.

The... The woman who wrote this has a
son.

A very determined son.

But he may need help.

Help from us?

What kind of help? Material, practical
help.

The kind that will enable him to do
justice and survive.

Well, if it's a question of money...
Money, too.

But not only money.

It's absurd, isn't it?

We're such nice people.

It's the problem of all nice people in
oppressive societies.

Sooner or later, they have to reassess
their moral options.

Even, or should I say, especially in
none.

It's an agonizing process, but it has
helped me keep my faith.

Is there a plan?

Let's say all the possibilities are
there, for one.

Now, it's a question of, if you don't
mind, I'd rather be spared the details.

Sit down, Dorothy. I don't honestly
think this is something that should be

discussed. It has to be discussed. Yes,
but without burdening those whose

conscience is against it. I'm not right.

Maybe Sister Matilda should talk to one
of us, who would then act as a kind of

liaison.

I'd be willing if you want.

Have we any other business to discuss?

No, just a few formalities.

Can we use your office?

Of course.

It won't take long.

Well, go on home. Go on.

I think I'd better.

Kay, here's all the papers.

My last dispatch via Her Majesty's
diplomatic pouch.

Dear old unsuspecting Charles is going
back to London.

Anna? Hmm?

Don't rip Paul and that spooky nun talk
you into anything. Come on, you know me.

Do I?

Sometimes she gets so damn worked up and
heroic about things. Oh, me?

Heroic? You flatter me.

Flattery was not what I had in mind.

Heroism can be very unhealthy.

Remember that.

Anna? Oh!

You scared me.

Sorry. Oh, my God.

What's that thing?

Is it me? No, it's me.

It's Dorothy.

I was going to ask if I could drive you
home.

Rent the car.

It's a long way.

So, must do better.

Help me kill time and take off you.

Well, all right.

I'll be waiting across the street.

Yes? Your sister.

Can I see her for a minute, please?

She's busy, I'm afraid. Can I help you?

No.

It'll only take a minute.

A minute.

Ava!

Hello.

You remember me?

Yeah.

I saw you just now in the street, and I
was, well, glad.

What about?

Well, glad you're back home so soon.

Thank you.

That's very considerate of you, officer.

The name is Juan.

I'm sorry, I have to go now.

We're on patrol, and we have to keep on
the move.

But after dark, it's kind of easier.

Maybe I could come back then?

Well, that's going to be a little
difficult, I'm afraid.

We're expecting some people.

During curfew?

Well, Mother often spends the night with
us.

And vice versa.

Oh.

I was only thinking of your sister's
interests.

I have something I believe she lost.

A little souvenir?

And I'm sure she'd be very relieved to
get it back.

What is it?

I'll bring it tonight.

Oh, I'm with a friend, so maybe we could
make it a foursome? Of course, he knows

nothing about the souvenir.

Won't you at least tell me?

Something that dropped out of a book.

A very nice picture.

I thought we... The president.

You remember that photo?

After the reception for Graham Green?

It was in the novel.

He autographed for me.

Oh, God, Ava, why?

Shit.

I, uh... told Mother Maria Paz could
stay the night, but, uh...

I'd better go and fetch her.

We may need her.

As a deterrent.

Gone.

Well, don't worry.

It takes two to play at this game.

We'll put on such an act.

We'll make them feel like fish out of
water.

They won't dare.

Besides, what does the photo prove?

Yes, but what it says.

You don't know how their filthy minds
work.

Just remember that worm is guilty of
concealing it. If his superiors find

From us?

Whom would they believe?

Well, it won't have to come to that.

December 12th.

Church collection day.

That's in ten days.

It's quite a terrifying challenge, isn't
it?

Not unless you want it to be.

Frankly, I'm surprised you brought it up
at all. You underestimate female

curiosity.

Well, now I'm satisfied.

Maybe you should forget the whole thing.

If I do, who does that leave?

Pauline.

Perhaps. If she can drive.

I wonder if I still can.

Maybe I should take you up on your
offer.

On one condition.

That you'll have dinner with me next
time you have to spend the night in

Well, I don't know. Please.

It could be important for both of us.

I'm afraid coffee is all we can offer
you.

We don't approve of alcohol.

Do you like Livardi?

I like music you can dance to.

Hey, don't come around.

My daughter can see.

But close the door.

She's afraid of the dark.

Come on Mario!

My kids have the same problem.

Scared of the dark. Oh, you're married.

Well, yes. Lucky, this is. Veras
Dolores.

What's your wife's name, senor?

How do you know I'm married?

Well, I guess.

Don't they say the good ones get caught
young?

That's right, they do.

But you are both separated from your
husbands, right?

I'm both about to be married again.

To men of power.

And position.

You're just saying that.

We are not in the habit of lying, senor.

If you like, I'll call my American
fiancé and introduce him to you.

Over the phone.

You didn't tell him about... Oh, no.

Why create an international incident
over an innocent visit?

You call yours.

Well, mine is nothing if country is... I
thought so.

You are bluffing.

It's Monica.

Oh, darling, I hope I didn't wake you.

No, well, something's come up, and I
thought you should know...

Well, that finally I've

arranged things so that I can go with
you to that boring embassy reception

tomorrow. Tomorrow?

What's this all about?

Monica, they must be in trouble.

You can't talk. Is that it?

But are you all right?

Both of you?

Well, yes.

Yes, of course I do.

Well?

Well, the play, I think.

Giggling and gushing and...

Maybe she was drunk.

No.

She was doing it for someone's benefit.

Someone who's there.

At this hour?

With curfew on?

Call her back.

It's too risky.

Do you think I should?

No, Anna.

She obviously didn't want whoever's
there to know that... that you existed.

Well, that shouldn't be too hard.

Considering that's how she makes me feel
whenever she's around.

He's gone back to sleep.

Gentlemen, it's after one o 'clock.

And although it's been very pleasant...
After one?

Come on. We've got to report back by
two. Shut up, Mario.

Oh, so you've been playing hooky, have
you?

Well, don't worry.

We won't give you away.

Mario, why don't you bring those cups
into the kitchen and tell me about your

children while I wash up?

You're a good little dancer.

Thank you.

I don't scare you, do I?

Well, you do.

A bit.

Because of the photo?

But I only took it to protect you.

Oh, I realize that, and I thank you.

But how can I relax with you unless you
give it back? But I told you I will,

only... Only?

Well, I know I took it home, but I'm not
quite sure where I... Now you're

playing games with me. And what do you
call what you've been doing with me?

Oh, no, but you're wrong. Am I?

You prove I am, and next time I'll slip
that little picture right back where I

found it.

Next time?

Say, tomorrow, at five, before I go on
duty.

Just the two of us, though.

You'll see to that, won't you, baby?

Tell Mario we're leaving.

If I can make you believe I'm on the
level, you promise to be friendly with

Yes, I promise.

Let's go.

Good night, senoras.

Well, did you get it from him?

No.

He discussed me!

Shh! Let me make sure they're gone.

What's this?

This wasn't here when... There's nothing
on it.

Oh, my God.

Don't. Darling, it's over. Don't you
see? He got just as scared as the other

one, only he didn't want to... Stop it,
Veronica!

I'm trapped.

What do you mean?

He'll be here tomorrow at five to
collect his reward

for this.

He made me promise.

A promise to a blackmailer? What's that
worth?

Tear it up.

I can't.

It's all I have left of them.

Oh, that's degrading.

To destroy every trace, every memory,
every...

The only way to preserve our memories is
to preserve ourselves.

You won't be here tomorrow.

I'll handle him.

I'll make that disgusting, vulgar little
nobody walk out that door.

Come on in.

I was just leaving.

I wish we could have warned you, but Ava
got this sudden assignment to do a

survey of foreign communities around the
country, and she had to go to a

briefing.

How come?

I believe General Lopez recommended her.

His wife is a friend of our mother's.

I see.

I hope she was pleased to get my little
gift.

Oh, yes. She particularly wanted me to
tell you how touched she was.

You're a nice man, Warren.

Thank you.

Well, I'd better be pushing off.

What is it?

This is hot stuff.

Anti -Hunter propaganda.

I've never saw them before.

Who could have put them there? Well,
there's only you and Ava living here.

Ava? That's ridiculous. It's a plan.
Maybe.

But she'll have to convince my chief.

Possession of subversive literature is
as serious as concealing weapons.

Juan! Please.

A soldier's got his duty.

You can't really suspect Ava.

She's so gentle. She treats me like a
milico. Not you personally.

Since her arrest, she has a phobia of
anyone in uniform.

We have our feelings and our pride like
everyone else.

Of course you have.

Eva is very impressionable and very
reserved.

With men generally, always have been.

I'm much more easygoing, if you know
what I mean.

I'm not sure I do.

Well, maybe because we're so different.

Most men tend to go for me rather than
Eva.

I guess they do.

Well, then, why don't we forget those
idiotic bits of paper and maybe the two

us could... Are you propositioning me?

Well, I wouldn't put it quite that way.
What other way can I put it, you whore?

Anyway, I'm not most men.

And you're not my type.

All right, Juan.

I was merely testing you to make sure
what your feelings about Ava really

are.

Just give her a little time, and I
promise... Enough promises.

Tell her to be here in an hour. I told
you she's got this breathing problem!

are lying!

General Lopez is a widower.

In one hour.

Alone.

You left the front door open.

You slut.

Turn off those fucking tears.

Eva?

Eva?

Eva?

Come on out!

I'm leaving.

What the hell?

Why did you lock yourself in like that?

Well, say something.

You had what you wanted.

And now I must go, is that it?

Without even a goodbye?

What do you think I am, an animal?

Goodbye.

Please, baby, you've got to be nice with
me.

Things could be so good between us.

But you've not tried to double -crawl
me.

Just because a man has to wear a
uniform, must he be treated like dirt?

When all he does is follow order.

Doesn't he deserve a little... I'm not
the person to ask. But playing

up to me, you and that phony sister of
yours to make me keep my mouth shut,

was all right by your book.

Why, you stuck -up little bitch, I
could... Shoot me?

Or the hell with you.

You can't make me feel guilty.

Not you, not anyone.

Remember that.

I'm sorry, baby.

I promise never to lose my temper again.

Be seeing you.

I thought I could outsmart him.

Keep Ava out of his clutches.

Instead, I played right into his hands.

By then, it was too late.

I thought something was wrong.

But when I didn't hear from you the next
day, I... I called you were on some

plantation or other. I couldn't reach
you.

You talked to... to Anna?

Yes.

Oh, did you tell her about this?

Of course not.

I mean, obviously, she didn't know about
my strange call in the middle of the

night, or she would have mentioned it.

Besides... Besides what?

I didn't see much point.

I mean, Anna is very nice, but she's so
out of everything.

Anyway... I didn't want to put my foot
into it at this stage of our...

Relationship.

Friendship without the guilty overjoins.

Guilt has a nasty habit of flaring up.
Well, it shouldn't, not after two years.

I mean, life is ugly enough.

Whatever happened between us was not
ugly. It wasn't even hard to explain on

human terms.

My marriage had just broken up.

Desperately needed help.

And thank God, you're human.

Anyway, as long as nobody got hurt, why
are we talking about this anyway?

I don't know.

Except maybe because Anna comes into it.

Anna?

How do you mean?

First, tell me what's happening with
Ava.

Well, we've moved in with Mother.

But I'm terrified that he's going to
burst in any minute.

Well, you wouldn't dare.

Wouldn't he?

We must find a safe place for Ava to
hide until he can get out of the country

via an embassy.

Which brings us back to Ella.

You see, Anna's been working with a
group, mostly foreigners, who take on

like Ava's.

The Canadian you just met is one of
them. But Anna, I mean, that's

Don't underestimate Anna.

She's a good friend to have in an
emergency.

Unfortunately, she's also the one who
got hurt.

She knows about us. She's never said so,
but she knows me. Oh, God.

How she must have resented me.

It's hard to know with Anna.

Her intelligence is always struggling
with her emotions.

And her pride gets the better of them
both.

All of which makes her pretty lonely.

Maybe she can come and stay with us.

Until this thing blows up.

Damaris will be thrilled.

I'm ashamed of all the trouble I'm
causing you and Ben.

No, no, no trouble.

I want you to know that I'm very
grateful.

Ben, why don't you ask us if you like
some of your terrible coffee?

All right.

I don't think Ava should stay in town
another night. You can come with us in

7 .30 train.

That's settled, then.

All right, Ava.

I'd better run over to the apartment and
pack a few things.

If you wait a quarter of an hour, we'll
pick up Malia Paz and go together.

That'll make it a little tight.

Shall I come with you?

Please, let's not get too paranoid.

It's only a short walk.

Well, lock the door.

I'll be there in plenty of time to drive
you to the station.

And make sure you bring your papers.

And any spare passport photos?

I have some right here.

My purse.

She looks like a child.

Seems unfair, doesn't it? That it should
be Ava and not me.

Isn't that a rather harsh thing to say?

That's how conditioned I am by the
notion that strength is part of a tall

woman's image.

Being tall myself, I'd call that notion
a little arbitrary.

Well, of course it is.

But images can be very treacherous. They
trap us into all kinds of...

Stupid prejudices about ourselves.

And each other.

Don't you think?

Frankly, Monica, I don't know.

I'm not much good at intellectual truth
games.

Pity. You'd have come out way ahead of
me.

Aren't you stretching modesty a little
too far? It's not modesty.

It's... Generosity?

Oh, no.

Why not?

You can genuinely afford to concede
first place to almost any woman without

risk. You have... poised brains,
stunning looks, and you can hold your

almost any company, regardless of
language. Oh, God.

Do I come on that strong?

Well, let's just say you seem pretty
secure, and why not? That image. Blame

father.

Latins, he would say to us, cannot
tolerate very clever women or very tall

women. Assert yourselves.

And look at the mess.

We've made of our personal lives so far.

Unlike you, Anna.

So, who should feel more secure?

I wonder what's holding Ben up.

Such a beautiful day, I think I'll take
the bus.

You look lovely, Anna.

Thank you.

Good morning.

Are you off already, Anna? I have to.

Tomorrow's church collection day, and my
religious friends have roped me into

helping with boxes and things.

We'll be done in a minute.

What time are you meeting with the
group?

Oh, not till late this afternoon.

They just announced a new wave of
arrests.

Left it like that. The usual story.

When can we get you back?

Oh, they want me at dawn for the
collection, so I'll have to spend the

Jaime's. Try and be back by lunchtime. I
have an afternoon class tomorrow.

I'll look after Damaris.

And Ben, of course. Oh, stop spoiling
them, will you?

A friend just called.

She couldn't say much, but we may have
some good news for you.

Keep your fingers crossed.

Bye, darling.

American? Yes.

Did your car break down?

I beg your pardon?

All Americans have cars.

There are exceptions.

Your passport, please.

Family photos?

Mostly.

Pretty girl.

Your sister?

My niece.

In the United States?

Yes.

Very nice.

How do you like living in Villa Inés?

I like it very much.

Thank you, Senora Williams.

Be serious.

I am serious. When?

Some time ago.

Oh, Ben, I don't believe it. Did he tell
you?

He tried to several times. I wouldn't
let him.

Why not?

I figured confession would make him feel
better, and I didn't want that.

Punishing people with kindness is much
more my style.

Poor Ben.

I know, I know, but what about poor
Anna, who trusted him blindly all these

years? Wouldn't you feel... betrayed?

Yes. But I would have done something to
get it out of my system.

Like what? I would have paid him back in
his own coin.

Believe it or not, I did think of that.

And? Oh, don't be silly, Dorothy.

In a country where all that men want in
a woman is good looks, I don't rate.

Come off it, Anna.

I've seen the way some men look at you.

Nonsense.

That'll teach me to confess to a
minister's wife.

Uh -oh.

Here comes the spook.

Mrs. Willing, I've marked out all the
suburban areas that have been allotted

us for tomorrow.

Here.

There is only one hitch.

Mr. Dumont just called. We cannot use
his car.

Why not? It broke down and he's trying
to rent another, but he's not having

luck. And we do need a car.

How many are you?

The two of us, Pauline and another
sister.

Maybe you can use the church van. Why
don't I call Alan? No!

Dorothy. Just be silly. Why not?

Indeed, why not?

It's for a good cause.

We'll be most grateful.

What time will you be needing it?

Very early.

Around seven o 'clock.

We can't do this to them. What if... No
ifs, Mrs. Willing.

You haven't seen Pauline, have you?

No.

Were you expecting her?

At 2 .30.

And it's almost 4.

The meeting's not until 6, I'm sure.
She'll be here by then.

Come on, Juan.

Let's go home.

I haven't handed in my report yet. You
go.

Sorry I'm late. It's all right.

We're still waiting for Pauline.

Poor Pauline.

She tried calling here several times,
but the phone was busy.

In desperation, she called me.

To say what?

Her sister in the north was rushed into
hospital this morning.

She's all alone, it seems.

So, Pauline had to go.

Well, that means she'll be away for... A
couple of days.

We are very sorry, of course, but we
have to go ahead without her.

I understand you have some news for us.

Yes.

Concerning the Ariaga, there's an
unexpected opening at the Italian

Surely that's the toughest of all. It's
packed with refugees.

A number of them will be flown out next
Saturday.

The ambassador has hinted that there
could be a seat for her on the plane.

provided she can be smuggled into the
embassy by Friday without any risk of

being caught.

A false passport.

I brought some photographs. No, no, no,
no. The checking at the gate is

ruthless. The Italian embassy is on St.
Martin's Street, isn't it?

Next to the convent of the Sisters of
St. John? Yes.

They both have large gardens separated
by a wall.

Do you think the sisters might
cooperate?

The Mother Superior, being Irish, is a
woman of considerable spirit.

With... Careful handling, I dare say.

She might cooperate.

Does that mean you'll talk to her? No.

No, my dear.

That's a job for someone with a less
dubious Vatican record than a leftist

Preferably a priest.

Do you know Father Venegas, sister?

By reputation.

He's a good friend of Anna's and mine.

Then it's agreed.

You will talk to him.

Andrini. Yes, sir?

The Americans are our best ally.

One little lip -up and you're in deep
trouble.

She was lying, sir.

And she was scared.

You have an unfortunate face, Andrini.

Maybe that scared her.

Yes, sir.

Good night.

Pedro, see what you can find out about
an American couple living in Villa Inez.

Benjamin and Anna Wheeling.

Ah, just routine. No rush.

Hey, what about the new arrest?

Anyone else started talking?

Well, what did she say?

An Armenian woman?

What Armenian woman?

That's not enough.

We want names.

But I'm getting out at Jaime's.

You promised to have dinner with me,
remember?

I have to talk to him about Eva.

Jaime will still be there.

Relax, Anna.

How can I?

Driving was one thing, but the thought
of also standing in for Pauline? Don't

it if you feel it. It's a bit late for
that, isn't it?

Oh, it's also unreal.

Except having dinner with you.

That's very real.

It's an accident.

You know I would have gone home if it
weren't for... For my irresistible

cuisine.

Now you're being flippant.

Am I?

Just say the word, and I'll be here to
reveal.

I feel you wanted to leave.

Psychologically, you're already gone.

But I want you to know that for me,

it's been very good.

Don't look, please.

I like what I see.

Yes. But make it stabbing.

That bad, is it?

I'll have to.

Tomorrow, first thing.

No American horses running.

Then I'll have to go to the crack and
pick the best bet.

Tank, and if you hear the good tip, call
me.

For a lonely foreigner, you get a lot of
call.

That was a Canadian friend of mine.

I asked him to bet on a horse for me,
and...

Any luck?

Rock bottom.

But you know what they say.

Luck in love?

Paul.

going to tell Ben?

No.

No. Why not?

Don't ask me.

Maybe you should.

I think Ben could take it.

I hope you're not going to lecture me on
my husband's virtues. It's a subject I

know by heart.

That was done.

Forgive me.

It's just that sometimes you look so
defenseless.

Don't set yourself up for a guilt trip.

You're too good for that.

I have to go.

I'll get dressed and come down with you.
No.

This is goodbye, then.

Hardly. We'll see each other at the
meeting next week.

That's a long time.

I'm sorry. I guess it's going to take a
lot longer than that for me to figure

out how I feel about all this.

Anna, I don't know how to say this, but
no matter how things turn out,

you mustn't doubt I've been on the level
with you all along.

Thank you.

Good luck.

We have ten minutes.

Let's go.

Remember, red flowers, bright lapel.

Good morning.

Dolores? Can I have a flower too,

Papa? Yes, darling.

I'll give you mine. Oh, please.

Here.

Expect him to be tucked twice with it.

You're right.

Thank you, sister.

Go away.

Go

away.

My God. Stop the engine.

Round the corner, please.

I know.

A little brandy will do us both good.

Come on.

I want to go home.

Yes.

You'll get over it.

And you.

Shall we say, for me, it will be a
little more difficult.

They were searching every bloody car
coming to the airport. Something must be

up. An assassination, my dear. Some
military police bloke.

Darling Kate, you've been so kind.

I wonder, would you mind posting these
for me in London? The mail here is so

erratic. Yes, of course, darling.

Charles.

Evans. What have you got in here? Your
memoirs, old girl? Just got it, you

Bye!

Last call,

Aerolíneas Argentinas. Flight number
923, destination Buenos Aires.

Here, drink this.

Now I know what fear does to your saliva
glands.

There must be another explanation.

I can't believe that Paul... Well, I do.

Can you imagine calling me up from the
airport to say that Evelyn Neely had a

miscarriage and he was about to board
the plane for Montreal when all the time

he was headed for Argentina and getting
the VIP treatment according to Kay?

Well, if that's not shady...

Well, I'm off.

I can just make the 430 Express home.

This is going to come as quite a shock
to Anna.

Ava should go into the convent as soon
as possible.

You'd better tell Monica to pick her up.

First thing in the morning.

Paul?

Are you trying to tell me that... That
maybe he's not what we thought.

Maybe he was putting on an act.

You mean you think he's a spy?

You think maybe Paul Dumont was spying
on us? I didn't say that.

What I said was that we have reason to
suspect his honesty.

In any case, it means the end of your
group activities.

Dorothy has destroyed all the papers,
and she's warned everybody.

They're all just as upset as you are.

Want some coffee?

No, thank you.

Why don't you go downstairs and have
yours with Ben?

Trying to get rid of me.

We don't have to talk.

I could read to you, if you like.

From... your diary?

Yes.

But I warn you, I'm no prude.

Here I sit, a supposed outcast and
refugee, in the most beautiful valley

according to some, the most beautiful of
all countries.

How's that for chauvinism?

Shall I go on?

Please.

I walk and talk.

Then think of the others, those I knew
and those I never will, on the other

of darkness.

There is no justice and no equity.

There is no explaining anything.

Then why do I still hope?

December 12.

Take an entry from me, will you?

Same date.

Anna Willing's resilience,

what little of it was left,

was gobbled up by evil news

at 6 .15 p .m.

She realized

She had a one -night affair with an

unkempt little James Bond from Quebec.

The question is, will she ever recover?

End of entry.

December 13th.

Last night, Anna Willing exchanged
confidences with a

friend who had been subjected to
indignity and rape.

She regained her strength by taking
stock of her many, many

blessings, especially one by the name of
Ben.

She made him and her friend very happy
by joining them for the rest

of the evening.

That sounds like pretty accurate
reporting.

He's blaming everything and everybody
for letting the Canadians slip through

fingers. Hell, we didn't get his name
until after he left the country. You

explained that.

Any news about the Armenian woman?

They tracked her down in Santa Rosa, but
she tried to run away and come full to

her.

It'll be quite a while before she can
talk.

Damned foreigners.

I'm taking no more chances with any of
them. I don't care what they are,

Americans or...

Leave words for Corporal Landrini that I
want to see him the moment he gets

back.

You see, to me, it wasn't just another
assignment.

I'd become involved with the movement to
unite liberal forces throughout Latin

America against all military regimes.

Then the coup came and we had to go
underground.

She was one of us.

On the day of that last group meeting,
she telephoned me to say things might be

getting too hot for her.

That's why she didn't turn up, to
protect you.

For the same reason I couldn't treat
your use in my car.

Later that night, she called again,
warning me to leave the country.

You were there.

I got to the airport at dawn and, using
my journalistic tricks, managed to

catch the one flight I could get to
Buenos Aires.

By the time I got to Canada, you'd
already left.

I was deported.

They could have done worse to you.

Thank God I never found out about the...
Assassination.

You know, after all that happened,

I'm glad I didn't chicken out.

Here they come.

Well,

what

can I say?

This is not goodbye.

We'll be there Saturday to see you off.

All right, then.

Should I start the car?

Shh, shh, shh.

Thank you, Anna.

Come on, little lady. We'd better get
ready for school.

I did mean it, you know.

You are the best.

Well, I would argue with you on that.

But what the hell?

Oh, Anna.

Okay, you follow them and then drive
straight back and report to me.

I'll keep an eye on the house.

Another 20 minutes to go.

Mother, why don't you let Uncle Max take
you home?

I'll feel much better.

As you wish, my darling.

Thank you.

I suggest we start moving out.

One by one.

I'll go first.

As we agreed, Ben will bring the
suitcases.

He will climb up after Eva and lower
them down to her on the other side.

All right?

Get ready.

This is for you.

Eva's chaotic memoirs.

Ciao, Linda.

And remember, assert yourself.

Ava, talk to me.

Talk to me.

Please talk to me.

Don't let her die. No, God, don't let
her die.

Oh, God.

It's me.

That's Monica.

It's your Monica.

Talk to me.

Ava, talk to me.

You have to carry them inside.

Oh, please.

All the things we promised to do.

I'm going to marry you.

I'm going to be at the wedding.

And everything's going to be beautiful.

Monica, please.

You must come away.

We can't.

Leave her like this.

We won't.

The nuns will bring her in.

Ava. Ava, don't die.

Don't break our hearts.