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Silver!

You ought to grease your hinges, sister.

Perhaps you could see to it, Master Silver.

Be happy to, sister.

Later on. Thank you.

Grease all your hinges.

I don't take a thing when I go to bed.

I don't need it.

I was born that way.

Well, I need it.

Otherwise, I wake up five or six times a night and I have nightmares.

Oh? What about?

Oh, things.

It must be awful to have nightmares about things.

Well, that's why I need a stiff hot chocolate.

It's so warm and creamy and soothing.

If you keep it up, you'll become addicted.

What if it's like you're going to wake up screaming that you're being attacked?

By a hot and stiff chocolate.

Praise be the Lord.

Praise be the Lord.

Yes, here's your joint.

Mercy, sister.

Give Master Silver a chance to catch his breath.

I can keep it up all day. You should see the size of the joints they get at the

army garrison.

Tremendous weight.

Carry on from dawn to dusk and not complain.

Our Lord Jesus carried his around without complaining either, except

so funny, is it? No, and a decidedly poor metaphor.

Compare me with who you like, but when it comes to bearing joints, I can't be

beat. A working man is safe to trust his mind is free from faults of love.

How could anybody think anything beating the mousse like that?

You'll be all right with me, sisters.

Eyes open or eyes shut, I always give a lady the respect she deserves.

Mr. Cleavage?

The way God made you, dear. Be content with your luck. I don't want to get

sunburned either.

Oh, but at least you won't get freckled. I'll end up looking like a plane.

Here, my skin isn't the least bit sensitive to sunlight.

Or to moonlight.

Thank you. Love your tongue, sister. I never leave my cell at night.

But of course, I forgot. You get free home service.

Clarissa, such a tongue wag, dear. Well, I'm glad to know exactly what kind of a

person you really are. Don't prick your tongue, dear.

I may be stupid, but I'm not crazy.

Here, touch it.

Go on, this here can hold up a whole joint.

There,

you see?

Rough and hard and tough as iron.

There's a ramrod. With a mighty thrust, I could put a hole right through the

walls of this house.

Is that the silver?

Oh, my God.

Praise be the Lord.

Praise be the Lord. Praise be the Lord.

Till next weekend.

Always a pleasure to come by.

See you tomorrow.

You've got to keep it greased.

Let's see.

A little bit here.

A little bit there.

Oh, thank you. Thank you so much, Master Silver. Help your neighbor and the Lord

will help you. Yes, isn't that the truth? God bless you, Master Silver.

men's sins, those I have committed myself.

I would rather die than offend thee. Help me to love and honor thee always.

Amen.

Give me the violin.

Give it to me.

No. Give it to me.

My violin.

Let go. I'll have it back.

No. In the name of all the saints, let it go.

I order you to let it go.

If I don't eat my violin, I'll kill myself.

Be silent.

Your noble parents will be advised of your behavior.

I don't care. I'm not afraid of what you'll say. The organ.

isn't very easy.

She's decided to battle the devil in all his manifestations, and I think she's

come to the end of her tether.

Why? What happened?

Didn't you hear that wild music?

No. So what?

So some of our dear flock transformed the chapel just now into a Saturday

frolic. You mean a party? Yes. They were dancing?

Yes. Like drunken field hands.

The Mother Superior desires her me.

Oh.

Sorry to desert you again. Never mind.

Right now, it's more important for you to give your aunt a little moral

I'll just go ahead with the left shoulder. Yes, yes.

I want to know who started it.

I couldn't tell you, Auntie.

I was in the sacristy at that moment.

I'd gone to put a wreath of roses on Blessed Mary's head. A wonderful gesture

for you to make.

The others, don't be like them.

I came here, not on the orders of my parents, but on a calling.

In the middle of the night, a big voice said, Thy destiny is to serve our Lord

and His gracious Son.

The Lord's grace shine upon you, Sister Clara.

Dearest Auntie, could I beg a tiny favor?

Let's hear it.

There, there are nights, nights when I can't get to sleep at all.

I pray and meditate.

And in those moments I get a powerful desire to rush downstairs and get on my

knees on the chapel and...

Talk to Jesus at the altar.

Oh, Auntie, please can I have permission to pray in the chapel at night to

Jesus? He's nearer there.

Permission granted.

Oh, thank you.

But you must also pray for a good night's sleep once in a while. I will.

My Jesus.

Come.

Lovely Jesus.

Come.

Lovely Jesus.

Impudence.

You will answer for this at a court of hearing.

The man, who was he? I confess since you caught me. But my friend's name is

something I'll never tell you or anyone.

Ask a question, answer.

Yes, mother.

Since you've got to know every detail.

He's Count Paolo Montesano di Forlì.

I shall see you are denounced to the national legation.

The procedure will be certain to cover your person with public dishonor. You're

addressing a frangimani.

I would watch how I threaten a girl of my rank if I were you.

This affair would be heard of in Rome.

In which case, you'll find I'm sure that it's your convent shall suffer the

dishonor. This convent is a house of the Lord.

And my family, Reverend Mother, counts one of the Lord's ablest lieutenants,

Cardinal Flangimani, and who's got special access to his papal ear.

Young lady, there are certain cases which are above the reach of even

Then I'll have to stand and shout out the truth in St. Peter's Square that my

illustrious father and mother had me take vows when I was too young to

what I was in for. Ha!

They were overjoyed for me.

Except that they would never let any daughter of their station be put through

such torture and hell. It's you that needs punishing, and with your own sword

they are to... Silence!

You are distinguished from all other girls and from all other women

by your holy vows.

By your way of life, which is an imitation of that of your dear betrothed

And of all the saints and christened.

Letting your hair grow so it covers your shoulders.

Bearing your brow to other eyes.

And renouncing your symbol of virtue as sacrilege.

And a sin against the Lord.

It is betraying your sacred betrothed for Satan.

Stay ever vigilant.

Satan hovers near each of you.

A wolf among the flock, picking and herding his victim out. Today, Sister

Lucretia. Tomorrow someone else, any of you, could be chosen by the king of

darkness.

Should the smallest temptation strike and insinuate itself into your soul,

it out instantly.

Confess. Do not wait for the day of downfall and shame.

Sister Lucretia, you have already repented to Christ through your

in the confessional.

Repeat it to us in a loud voice here.

I repent, O Lord, and beg forgiveness according to the immensity of thy mercy.

I repent, O Lord, and beg forgiveness according to the immensity of thy mercy.

I am excited even now you gave me your body.

I can still feel your fleshy, burning lips.

Oh, Amandina, love me, love me. I love you.

Giuseppe!

But everyone knows it's Sonoma who did it. No, no, that's not true. What do you

mean? Not true at all.

The camera of Antigone did the job.

In person.

Your luncheon is in your cell, Reverend Mother.

Sister Martina. Yes, Mother. Send me Sister Armandina right away. Yes,

Oh, Christ, my good, sweet Jesus.

I pray to you.

Let my love and my longing for you make me lay down the weight

of carnal desire and earthly pleasures.

Let the soul be Lord over the flesh. Let reason guide the soul.

Let my soul be lord over the flesh.

Let reason guide the soul.

And bend me inside as well as outside to thy will.

Make my heart and my tongue and my bones exalt thee.

My body is yours completely without end.

Who is this Giuseppe?

He was my invention.

I wrote all the letters.

In two different handwritings?

I wrote Giuseppe's letters with the left hand and mine with the right hand.

Now write me a line.

No, first with the right.

Now the left.

All right, that's enough.

Now go directly to the chapel and pray for God's forgiveness.

San Giuseppe, patron of love most pure.

Oh, help this poor frustrated sinner.

Why can't you wait until tomorrow to finish glorifying the Lord? So somebody

sleep?

How about this?

No. It's got to be about this large and full face, not profile.

And with huge eyes and with a bushy beard.

Mm -hmm.

Yeah.

Sort of about like this?

Yeah, that's just right.

Do you have any idea when it'll be ready?

Saturday of next week. Is that all right? Oh, go on. Can't it be before

No, it's impossible before then.

It'll be ready tomorrow.

Thanks.

Night. Night.

Ah, it's you, is it?

Praise be the Lord. Praise be the Lord. Sister May, you come down sick? No,

she's feeling fine. It's the third anniversary today of my entry into the

continent, so this is a private holiday for me, and I'm given door duty.

Try it down, you horny bird.

I know that you're still doing it.

And so does the whole convent.

If for no other reason than your honor, I think you have an obligation to put an

end to it.

Heaven says your aunt now puts you up to converting me.

Then she might just as well admit her impotence. Or better yet, admit that

won the battle.

In any case, she's not about to go and denounce me to the bishop.

She knows I have more influence than she does.

Lucrezia! Such a frontry.

God will decide.

On the day of judgment.

Clara, darling, you've never held a man in passion.

You'll know, should ever that hour come, how a mere glance from my lover has

more power and princely sway over me than all the orders and beastly

that your odds could ever inflict on me.

Punishments that mean nothing anyhow.

Not to someone who belongs to the house of Frangimani. Will I belong to the

house of Visconti?

And as far as I'm concerned, the fidelity that willingly I swore to our

Jesus, who is my betrothed, is going to stay sacred

till death do us part and reunite us in paradise.

Line towards the rear.

Sit down, sit down. Thank you.

Tomorrow... May I help you? No, no.

Tomorrow, Clara and Lucrezia will start to embroider your cape.

They'll be devoting all their time to it for you, Father.

To honor your anniversary.

You're awfully kind.

Though I've done nothing to deserve such a gift, Mother Clara. Father, you

wouldn't know a certain Paolo Montesano di Forlì.

Son of the late Giovanni Montesano, may he rest in peace?

Yes. Ah, well, the father may have a will, according to which Paolo is to

receive a very substantial stipend for the completion of his studies in

In America?

It's the wrong time of the year to cross over. You know how dangerous it can be.

The great Atlantic swell can become a real inferno. Oh.

In Livorno, as a rule, the last step of preparation is confession, so I'd rather

expect the person to go to paradise now.

that I should help and not be a bodily burden to my fellow man. And give me, O

Jesus... And give me, O Jesus, the gift of self -restraint, so

that I neither covet nor shun to accept what may come to pass, so that I never

exceed moderation, that I willingly take up those things whose time has come,

and that those things I have begun before their time...

Make sure that I always honor what I am bound to uphold.

And help me, oh... Yoga is merely an expression of oriental thought and has

nothing whatever to do with any of our Christian philosophies. Then why was it

man of the church, Abbot Perrault, who introduced it to Europe?

Quiet! Shameless chatterboxes!

This is a little dignity.

Enough of this idle gossip.

And do your food thoroughly.

Help me, oh Jesus, in executing faithfully tasks that are assigned.

to humbly swear to

my

brethren as example.

If you want it, then they will know a book on yoga that Albert Ferrell

translated way back in 1787.

Praise be the Lord. Good night.

Praise be the Lord. Good night.

Too high for you to jump, my dear.

Too deep for me to swim is more like it.

And too far, above all.

Your Count Paolo Montesano has gone to America.

America?

Forever. The father confessor accompanied him to the ship in Livorno

certain all terms of his father's will are respectfully carried out.

What? Didn't he just leave money to Paolo?

Not quite.

The terms of the late and unfortunate Count Montesano's legal will state that

the whole of his fortune be spent on the education of his son in America, that

bastion of most ideal democracy, to use the words of his testament.

But proud old Montesano didn't stop to think that the voyage to America is long

and perilous.

What is it?

Answer me.

Pietro Cavalloni.

Pietro Cavalloni?

His painting.

Who gave it to you?

I paid a lot for it. Paid whom?

It was drawn by Beatrice.

And what's this?

A stick. That's all it is.

Well, you get the stick.

I see. So you stole it.

No, I didn't. It fell from up there. It fell from heaven as I came down the

hall. It crashed right through the window in my feet.

And what is this for?

It's to cut and smoothen the stick.

You have a mirror.

How did it get here?

It's a family treasure.

Just now before I came in.

What was going on?

Show me, girl. What was going on here?

My presence, are you shameless?

I am no shame at all!

Let

my

breast, my tongue...

And my bones and my very sinews exalt thee, O most gracious Lord, infinitely

merciful, wise, and good.

I humbly prostrate myself at your feet, with my heart heavy at having so often

offended you. I want only...

Praise be the Lord. Praise be the Lord. Can't you sleep?

I was doing penitence and almost about to kiss Jesus' knee.

And then all of a sudden you knocked and Jesus flew away.

The holy vision, yes?

Get to bed. Immediately.

I love you, Jesus. I love you with all the thoughts of my mind and all the

feelings of my heart.

Penetrate with your grace into my adoring soul.

Come. Come into me, oh, blessed Jesus.

I will love you for all eternity with all my soul.

Oh my Lord Jesus, I want to love you with my whole being.

Come, please love me, Jesus.

Come.

Where are you going?

I'm a seller of art. What kind of art?

Religious subject.

Oh, yeah?

Why do you have only the 6th and 9th stations?

They're the ones that my customers have the least interest in.

Sounds like you're a bad salesman.

No.

I'm normally very good at it.

Only prejudices are hard to overcome with people.

You ought to change professions.

Yeah, well, I think I may just do that.

Who's there?

Open the door, please.

Who is it?

Open the door and you'll find out.

Who are you?

It's me, Rodrigo, your nephew.

Uncle Luigi, how are you?

What's the matter? Don't you recognize your own nephew? But you're not my

nephew. Of course I am, your nephew, Rodrigo. Over here, look at me. I'm

looking, but looking, but no bells are ringing.

Imagine me without a beard.

Without a beard.

Rodrigo, Rodrigo.

Oh, reading the dark -spirited works of Alfieri has completely turned your head

around, eh?

But you shouldn't play with fire, eh? No, no, no.

You're not carrying a pistol, are you? No, Uncle, come on, no. No, quiet, don't

say anything.

What have you got in here?

Let's see.

Clever.

Very clever.

Don't mislead the gendarmes, eh?

Don't say a word, I'm on to the whole thing.

I say to keep the beard.

Right. Now we'll get you a place far away from here.

Not too far, but away from me.

I'll speak to Mother Clara.

The house of Orsini.

You can pretend you're doing certain studies, a biblical library.

The master will attend right there.

I think Mother Clara would be delighted to receive such beautiful prints in

exchange.

I'll be in the past.

Sister Clara, it's me, Rodrigo, Father Luigi's nephew.

The Lord Shine is on you. Could you please unlock the gate?

I don't have permission to.

I want to... I would like to talk to you, to see, to be near you.

Look, whatever you're thinking of, you're quite overstepping the limits of

behavior.

Leave, leave.

Leave me alone.

You might want a bigger one.

You know, for variety.

So, I had to pay extra, of course, but it was worth it. See, I don't... One big

and one small.

No. Put them away, please.

I don't need anything. Doesn't interest me in the least.

This one is perfectly good for me. It's beautiful.

Unique.

And I don't need variety.

Sister Martina.

Our poor mother's getting more irritable every day. I thought perhaps a little

drop of opium would calm her down. Of opium? No, I'm sorry. These daily

are becoming too much for us all to handle.

That's fantastic.

No.

You know, I know everything, Sister Martina.

A fine stud, isn't he, your Silva?

You suffered so much, Martina. How unfair for true love to be considered a

and punished the way love is in this convent.

Lucrezia. Silva wants money, right?

He says he won't go on.

He's really poor.

Thank you.

An extraordinary thing happened to me. I was with somebody together in my cell.

Your cell? With someone? Who? When?

Last night.

With the King of Kings.

Jesus Christ.

And how did he... Did he tell you who he was? No.

He didn't speak.

But I recognized him.

I know his knees.

You what? His knees.

His feet.

His ankles.

His whole body.

His neck. Please, keep it down.

His chest.

His belly. Stop it, girl. His hips.

Now then, what did you do with him?

He got into my bed.

Right next to me. Very close to my breast.

And our legs entwined together like a pretzel.

Entwined together like a pretzel?

Is that possible? How can legs get tied in a pretzel?

No, no, no, no. Just giving me a description will do.

He did it in such a way that I felt like I had four legs.

But we didn't commit any kind of sin.

Why confess it then if it was an innocent visit?

Because I hate our mother superior.

She burst into my cell all of a sudden and chased Jesus Christ away with her

black cane.

I swear she's Antichrist, our mother. No.

Yes?

She is.

That's your invention, what you're telling me.

Now reflect on it and you'll come back to me on Friday morning, all right?

To tell me you've repented. Now go, go on, go on.

Praise be the Lord.

Praise be the Lord.

He's always thumping on me, right over here.

Pray to San Giuseppe and Madonna.

From now on, it's all up to them.

Yes, Mother.

And remember, Sister Benedicta, never pray out loud and keep your window

And what's this?

Nothing. Yeah? What is it?

I'll admit, there's been such a lot of them around. They bothered me all

Don't lie to me, girl. No, I wouldn't lie. Huh?

I swear.

Oh, we had some tremendous chats. The remarkable thing of it is, they all had

lot to say about you. In their opinion, you are none other than the devil.

The Antichrist.

Sister Martina. Sister Martina.

I spoke to Fiorenza. It's her anniversary today and she's got door

Well, I got her to agree to leave the door open so that Silva can just walk in

up the stairs and into your cell.

And you can do it all night.

My, thank you. That is all.

You're a nemesis to the lady.

Who has the Mother Superior's permission to do anything he wants in this house.

Literally anything.

Don't save me!

It was very thoughtful of you to present us this gift.

Thank you.

Youth is somewhat disappointing these days, but you're an exception, young

Did you go to a university?

Yes, I studied science and logic. Logic?

Mathematics and physics make no sense to me. No, no. They may not be easy, but

they're quite logical.

And very useful. For instance, I use the science of optics to define the Holy

Trinity.

It's like a candle and a mirror.

The candle is the Lord.

And the mirror which reflects it is his son, Jesus Christ.

And the Holy Spirit is the ray of light uniting the two objects.

That's how science has taught me to reason.

Where do you live, may I ask? Well, my home is far away, but... Oh, what lovely

roses! There are also two religious works, Sister Clara.

Yes, they're the sixth and ninth stations of the cross.

You were saying?

I've rented a house near the Father Confessor's. It's yellow and the front

is covered with flowers.

Thank you.

Mr. Clara, it's me, Rodrigo.

It isn't easy to carry on a conversation through this heavy cloth.

Open it, please, I beg you.

Clara! I love you. No! I love you, Clara.

Let go of me!

I love you.

No!

No!

Oh, I tell you, men are worse than children.

Without constant attention, they wilt away.

Sister Martina.

What is it? What? Are you pretending not to hear?

No!

malicious tongues. Oh, we weren't talking about you.

You know, I think our silver would be more than delighted to be served a good

hot chocolate once in a while.

His work is so hard.

We're all a lot of loafers by comparison.

I understand that chocolate is marvellous for restoring energy, that it

the muscles.

Oh, please, Blessed Mother, please help me.

I beg thee, please forgive me all my sins.

Please, oh, Blessed Mother.

I have

Jesus'

womb.

Praise be the Lord.

And for the lovely day.

How are they hanging?

Lower every day.

My Lord in heaven, blood!

Don't be afraid.

You see only pale copies of the wounds that wreaked more terrible suffering on

the body of our Lord Jesus on the cross.

This mortal flesh that I have too much indulged, I shun from now on, is the

detested object in the world.

And from this hour on, should I commit any mortal sin, it shall only be to get

punished all the more vehemently.

Permit this body, O Lord, to sink lower still, that your wrath without mercy may

render my suffering all the greater.

Collecting the money will be up to you, Mother.

If each family pays their share, perhaps the roof will get repaired.

What about the gratings on the windows overlooking the lake, Mother?

They're in very bad condition.

The ironsmiths are rather extempore these days. Yes. It's me, Sister Amelia.

Mother, Mother, Sister Veronica.

She's bleeding from her hands. Of course, I don't believe in miracles.

But a miracle could.

They're rare nowadays, I know.

But I saw the wounds on her hands, they were... Calm down.

Calm down, sister.

Who, what, and where? Holy Mother, I lay me prostrate at your feet.

With my heart, my body, my whole being.

Get up, sister.

Get up!

Explain yourself.

What's going on?

I was chosen by our gracious Lord.

How do you mean, chosen?

I touched the head of Our Lady Mary and began to tell her of my love for her

son.

In answer, I received this.

Real blood?

No getting around it. Blood is blood.

It's a troubled moment in history that we're going through, Mother Clara.

Do you feel that our Veronica is telling the truth?

I feel it, yes.

And it also predicts events to come.

Since time began, Stigmata have always announced a radical change.

Stigmata, together with all manner of apparitions, unfailingly warn of some

imminent upheaval.

Go fetch Father Luigi.

He'll confess the poor wretch and give me a report on the result.

Yes, Mother.

True.

True.

And something true.

And something wise and good.

Ay, ay, ay, ay.

Who's there?

I think you.

Concerning your safety, open the door.

What are you doing here?

What have you done?

How did you open the front door?

It's sacrilege for a cloistered nun to open the front door of a convent.

Rodrigo. No, no, no, no, no. The crime would be too great.

Now I'll have to leave.

Rodrigo. Fool.

You fool.

I'm taking you back to the condo.

You can't stay here.

No, no, no.

I'm leaving tonight.

With all the thoughts of my mind, and

with all the feelings in my heart, penetrate with

your grace into my being.

Come deep into the soul of mine.

I'm dying, poisoned for having tried to stamp out the intrigues of

my young charges with all the men in the town.

For all that I know right, this second hour sacred cloister

is being violated. Hold on, I still, Mother.

Not today.

You know those things?

And his name?

It's Rodrigo Landriani, your own nephew.

That's not true.

You must be lying.

No, I even saw them.

And you know I can prove it?

Your nephew lost his button climbing the stairs with Clara.

Go on, go on. Go on, go back to your duties.

A black, black sheep among so many white ones. What shame.

Go on, go on and pray for her.

Father, confess her.

What are you doing here? Go on back to your cell.

The door, the person who opened it.

He opened the door like a wisp in the moonlight.

He?

It's me, Father Luigi.

Come right in.

Praise be the Lord.

Yes, Father, what's on your mind?

Speak up.

Speak up, well.

You've always, always been above any suspicion that you were always held up

the Mother Superior as the epitome of virtue itself.

And now a shameless liar is telling... It's him! it. Let's hear it.

Oh, poor creature.

A woman of such low extraction, she could not possibly be compared to you.

she's mad.

Doesn't know what she's saying. Doesn't... What is she saying?

Who's saying?

A cunning young nun who managed to insinuate herself into the good graces

dear late Mother Superior.

Martina, she's attempting to stain your virtue and integrity, saying that, well,

that you introduced a man into the convent.

But she's obviously lying, so I've locked her in her cell and tomorrow

taken to the bishop.

To the bishop?

To the bishop. To the bishop himself.

Well, it's all true.

I took my lover into the convent and he taught me something.

But the door, I'm afraid, I have no idea about.

Because that's how I found it. Already wide open.

Lady, pardon me, Sister Clara.

You really fornicated inside the convent with a man?

You? In whom we put all our hopes and aspirations?

Clara.

Clara, who is the man?

Huh?

Rodrigo Landriani.

Who?

Rodrigo Landriani. No.

Deflowered this body. No.

Spare this mad creature the torments of hell.

Jesus, hear my prayer. Let him send me there.

Oh, dear Savior, your witness to this terrible moment.

You must use a jeweler's eye in order to judge a case.

You have to scrutinize every facet. Yes, I... Don't ever forget that.

The point is, appearances are more often than not a refraction of reality. Of

course, just because you see a lowly farmhand in possession of a diamond

crucifix with chain, you don't say that's conclusive. All right, all right.

A little discretion, sir.

I shouldn't have to remind you. Of course you're great. Sorry.

Here are the walls themselves.

Don't forget that for a minute.

Here, put it away.

Oh, Lord, we humble sinners ask your forgiveness.

Two quills.

The ink in two colors.

Black ink for Denise.

And brown for Sister Martina.

Here. Thank you.

You stay here. You come with me.

better come and see.

Same poison.

This has become a charnel house.

Clara Visconte, you never once lied to me. Please tell me what happened.

Please open your eyes. Tell me what's going on.

Tell me what's going on.

Just tell me who opened the door.

You've got to tell me who opened the door.

Clara, tell me who opened the door.

Speak!

But this girl is dead.

By God, she's dead.

The girl is dead.

Close all the doors. Let nobody enter.

Nobody. And don't you leave the bodies alone for one moment. Not for any

Stop it.

Stop it, Father.

Stop ringing the bell.

For the love of God.

You want us all to plunge into the inferno?

Don't you have even an ounce of shame?

Have you gone clean? I'm alive, for heaven's sake. Stop ringing the bell.

Stop ringing the bell.

Let the bell, for the love of God.

No, no, no.

Shut up and help me.

Completely mad.

Let me go.

He crucified our Lord.

He crucified my Jesus.

Arrest him.

Arrest him.

Oh,

Lord, omnipotent, pardon us our sins. Oh, merciful God in heaven, lest you

abandon us like wandering sheep in the dark.

So do we humbly commit our person to employ all the authority at our command

use all of our... and all our knowledge and cunning and force to make sure that

all that has passed by within these walls shall remain within these walls.

Amen.