Original subtitles

Hello!

G'day, mate!

Well... Brian Collins.

What have you done this time?

Blasphemery, Sister.

Blasphemery, eh?

Well, that's a serious sin--

directly flouting one of the Ten Commandments.

Dad says I need a big penance.

What was it that ya said, exactly?

Jesus Jumping Christ.

-What's that? -"Jesus Jumping Christ."

You'd better come inside.

Now, what made you say that?

You see, all day she stayed, marching around,

using Mum's coffee set like she owns the place!

Who?

That woman!

Elizabeth Fletcher?

A lovely girl,

kind enough to help a widower with five little ones.

You've got a black spot in your thinking

where Liz is concerned.

You must pray about it.

Yeah, but now Dad says

us kids can't jump in the big bed in the morning.

Why not?

Well, 'cause she's in it.

Rumpy pumpy!

Sister Mary Clare!

Sister Luke needs her pills.

Brian is looking to make reparation

for his misuse of the Holy Name

and uncharitable thoughts about a certain person.

Serious blasphemery...

...Sister Mary Clare.

I'm thinking the upstairs floors?

All of them.

Why is there so much babies?

Well, back then,

mummies with babies and no daddy around,

uh, people... were cruel,

so we would take them in, look after them.

Agnes used to teach the little ones.

We were the centre of this town...

one time.

Then what?

Well, things changed. They had to.

Mummies could go to work and earn money.

The town built a school.

We're the last three, last of the dinosaurs,

but we still look after our darlings.

Oh! Sister Luke's garden.

She used to tend it from morning till night.

Not much to look at now.

I'll say!

Dad says she's 105 and loopy as.

I... meant the garden.

Mum liked it here.

She said it smells nice.

We loved your mum.

She didn't want to go, Brian.

She tried and tried to stay.

Yeah, it's not right, I know.

Not fair, is it, Brian Collins?

Why should this be?

"Verily, verily, I say unto thee,

trust in the Lord,

trust...

and be free!"

Sister Mary Clare!

Whee!

Whoo-hoo!

That was a good one.

Whee!

Faster!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Help yourself.

There, I've prepared that for you.

Thank you.

Hi, Mum.

I've done the penance, Mum.

I can come now.

- Oh, Agnes. - Please can I go down to him?

The boy must learn

to go back to his family, Mary Clare.

Years on, and he's still no closer

to accepting his mother's passing.

"Store up the treasures in Heaven,

but rejoice in your blessings amongst the living."

Oh--

Oh. Oh!

Well...

Now, what is this about Liz overnighting?

Brian says she doesn't go home.

Hoo-hoo-hoo! Rumpy pumpy!

Oh!

Oh...

Have a pill.

Fat lot of good they're doing.

I'm not fat! I'm just easy to see.

Kathy, love, can you get the chops?

Sure, Liz!

There we go.

And...

bon appétit!

Bless us, dear God,

and these, thy gifts, which we receive.

The food's getting cold, Brian.

Amen.

-Amen. -Amen.

Brian, you don't have any corn.

Here you go.

Take the corn.

It's got butter on it!

Oh. Here's a piece. It's got no butter.

There you go.

Brian!

Brian! I'm sorry, Liz.

Brian?

Brian?

Come on, mate.

We all miss her.

What you got there?

Mum's mountain.

That's where she came from. Her people.

Do you see up top, right up tippy-top?

Mum said that's where...

you step off into forever.

Is it Heaven?

Yeah, maybe.

It's a better place.

Better than with me and you?

You know, I, um... I wanted to take you.

Why didn't you?

Mummy got sick...

...and then she got better, then she got sick again.

Here. Keep it.

Mummy would like that, yeah?

Can we have two more stories?

Have you brushed your teeth?

I've already brushed my teeth.

- All right, then. - Just one. Maybe two.

Let's see if Brian wants to join us.

Oh! Brian?

Okay, where were we?

"The secret," she said,

"is courage."

"Only the very brave will venture into the beyond,

and only the very brave will be rewarded."

"The climb was steep,

but the boy took it step by step.

He was cold,

but he knew soon the sun would come up,

and then he would see."

Oi!

Weren't you here yesterday?

Yeah.

I've done another sin, Sister!

How many times you been here in the last few weeks?

I've done a whole bunch of penances.

Well, there's a fine thing.

If making reparations for your sins

was at all important...

...you'd think you'd remember it, wouldn't ya?

I'll come see you in your confession hole?

"Confessional."

Why isn't he at school?

It's holidays.

Would you like me to fix a remedy for those sinuses?

Oh, you'll have to watch those.

They don't mix well with alcohol.

I'll mix you with alcohol in a minute.

Well... your sin?

I stole. That's a good one.

"That's a good one"?

Did you?

No. Dad said I could have it.

Would you just like to help, Brian?

All right.

Sister Luke,

Brian would like to be of assistance.

Who?

Me! Brian.

What would you like me to do, Sister?

Well--

Well, look, he can start...

the door hinge, uh,

probably needs a bit of attention.

It's very old.

It's all pretty old.

Well, I may be old,

but at least I'm not pregnant.

The Pope!

Bishop.

Chaytor? The new bishop?

Icing on the cake, eh?

What does he want?

Hail Mary, full of grace--

- Mary Clare! - Let us prepare for His Grace!

Brian... ...go home.

Wait.

The tea's gone cold.

I'll make another pot.

Don't bother, Mary Clare.

They're not coming over.

It's a big step, Joe.

Yeah, but the girls already love you.

I know, but Brian?

He'll be fine.

He'll get used to it... to us.

It's not just moving in.

It's the wedding, and--

oh... B-Brian.

What are you doing with Mum's things?

Sweetheart, y-- your dad and I, we're just--

We're just, you know, making a bit of space.

Yeah, we're just gonna make some changes,

but it's gonna be okay.

These are not your things, they're my mum's things!

Get out! I don't want you here!

I hate you. Get out!

-Brian... -Get out! Aah!

-Brian... -Brian!

Go away! We don't need you here! Get out!

- Hey! - Those are Liz's things.

- Brian... - Mate... mate...

Hey! Hey, put that back!

Hey, what are you doing?

Brian!

Brian!

Brian! Brian!

What are you doing?

Hey, come back! Brian!

Mum...

...can you talk to God?

Can you say I'm real sorry?

Please, please, let me come to you.

Please, Mama?

- Brian! - Brian!

Brian?

Brian!

Oh, dear. Brian!

Brian!

Brian? Brian!

Who's Brian?

Brian!

Brian!

Brian!

It's time for putting them out to pastures,

to Saint Stithian's Retirement Home

for two of them,

and a frail-care facility at Nazareth Place for the...

It seems to me that you haven't acted on my instructions.

You were given one small task.

We discussed it yesterday, and for months before that.

- Yes, but-- - The old ducks

have had a good run.

Couldn't we just--?

It's time for change.

Couldn't we just, you know,

let nature take its course?

The developer's offer is on the table now.

Greaves is not a patient man.

Yeah, but tomorrow morning?

You heard me!

Agnes? Agnes!

Brian! Are you all right?

Where have you been?

What did I tell you?

The boy should be at home with his family,

not hanging about and making a nuisance of himself.

He's having difficulties at home.

Rugby! That's how you deal with difficulties at home.

You know what they do with people like you, boy?

They chuck you in jail.

-Prosecuted. -That's enough.

Things are about to change around here.

Place is falling apart.

It's a wreck.

And you!

You... can crochet my elbows.

What's this?

Huh?

Let's get you cleaned up.

Come on.

Find you something dry to wear in the donations bin, hey?

"Retirement"?

-What? -Father Findlay.

Oh, gone so soon!

Look.

Huh?

"Settled in a warm and welcoming environment."

Ohh. Until they meet him.

Oh, is that all there was?

Guess who's going to go to a retirement place?

Tell them what you told me.

It's about the convent.

The bishop says it's falling to pieces,

so a van's coming tomorrow morning

to take you to...

a pasture?

Pasture?

Out... to pasture?

What does that mean?

It means they're sending us away, Brian.

Well...

I thought this was, uh...

about Findlay.

It's not. It's us.

Not everyone.

The bishop said Sister Luke can go to Nazareth.

-What?! -Like the one in the Bible.

-Jesus liked it! -Nazareth Place?

That's where they tie people to the beds!

Patricia.

50 years,

we've been caring for this community.

50 years!

Fed the bellies.

Loved the babies.

Taught the children.

They can't just send us away.

Hello? Hello?

They've no right.

Have they not?

They most certainly do not.

We hold the lease to the land. Us!

They can't just take it.

Go and find the deeds to the convent.

Go and find them!

Hello! Patricia?

-Who's Patricia? -She's not answering.

She might be in court!

Patricia has them.

She took them away for safekeeping

when she left.

Agnes, I can't find them!

Luke's right. Patricia's got the deeds.

Patricia! Hello!

Patricia!

Oh, Luke, don't you--

Agnes?

Oh, Agnes. Ag--

Oh, come now!

Look, we need a word.

Look. You knew this day would come.

What's yours is ours.

I mean... what's ours is ours.

Church is church.

They're coming first thing in the morning.

Look, I'm sorry, all right?

I tried to talk them out of it.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Why would they--?

They can't send us away, Agnes.

We still serve! It doesn't make sense.

They've had an offer on the land.

Well, that's who that was, the baldy with the bishop--

a property man!

Patricia has the deeds.

Why don't we just go get them?

Pack a bag.

What? Have you lost your mind?

We can't just leave!

We can go, or we can be removed.

Tomorrow morning they come, Mary Clare!

Did you not hear?

But the South Island?

South Island?

It's miles away!

That's where Mum's from!

Patricia will sort it out.

And I can come?

But, Agnes, we can't move Sis--

No, you can't.

-What? Why not? -Agnes!

Agnes!

But Sister Agnes, I have to come!

We can't move Sister Luke!

She'll get confused!

Sister Agnes?

Oh!

Sister Agnes, please!

Why not?

It's not fair!

I've never seen snow!

- Sister Agnes? - Agnes!

The South Island?

That's Mum's island.

- I pray to them! - So I could go to her!

They're her mountains!

It's done, Sister!

It's happened! A miracle!

This is adult business, Brian.

Not some nice holiday to visit friends.

I know!

And miracles are not gifts given for being good

by some wizard in the sky.

Yes, but-- Hang a minute. What?

Get the fruitcake.

Where?

Luke! Where is the fruitcake?

Found it!

Miracles happen when you least expect them, Brian...

and not when you want it, or the way you want it.

Only God knows,

and he shows us by--

by opening little doors.

You don't go through... nothing happens.

Exactly! So I can come.

Where's Mary Clare? Mary Clare?

Get Sister Luke.

Mary Clare!

I'm not coming!

What?

We cannot be here when they come!

They'll drag us out!

Well, have you got a better plan?

If we stay,

Luke goes to Nazareth, and we never see her again!

Is Father Findlay gonna drive us?

Off a cliff, the state he's in.

Shh! Shh, shh, shh.

I've got two words for you,

and they're not "happy birthday."

And they're off!

Passing Wind flies by on the outside.

Aw, what?

Little Nickers is kicking off nicely,

with Sotally Tober close behind.

Sotally Tober drops back

as Golden Shower rounds the bend!

They are neck and neck!

Aw, for pity's sake.

Little Nickers, everyone passes Passing Wind,

and who's that in the lead?

Sotally Tober! Golden Shower loses steam...

-Yes! -...and Sotally Tober wins!

Yes, you beauty!

Sotally Tober is--

You beauty!

Sister Agnes, can you even drive?

Decades of experience!

Not this decade.

Can you see any cars?

This is ridiculous, Agnes! You're half blind!

Well, it's an old prescription.

I could... just borrow those.

Ah, that's better.

What? Why are we going this way?

Because you're going home!

But, Sister Agnes, I'll be the most helpfullest.

Luke's pills! We forgot her pills!

We have to go back.

-We can't. -Agnes!

Mary Clare!

Sisters! I brung them. Me. See?

I remember stuff. My eyes is good.

"My eyes are good."

No, they're not! All your eyes is bad.

Watch out!

Oh!

I can pick up the little things,

'cause my fingers isn't stiff,

and I can hear, not like you.

-I beg your pardon? -Exactly!

Hi-ya!

Goodness.

Pukana!

He'll have to come, Agnes.

He doesn't deserve a holiday, Agnes.

He ruined Liz's wedding dress.

Well, it was my mum's dress.

It's not a holiday, Joseph.

It's a matter of the utmost importance.

We're about to get thrown out.

Now, if we leave now, we can get the last ferry,

and we stop at St. Helen's down south,

then on to Patricia, who's got the deeds.

-Patricia? -Well, you remember Patricia.

She was a sister, now she's a barrister.

Yeah, we all know who Patricia is.

Paula's favourite auntie.

And Brian's great-auntie.

She left before they had a chance to meet,

but now they can.

Up high, snow country. Pack something warm.

Agnes. I didn't say he could!

He's got a way with the girls, Joseph...

and you need a break.

Sister Mary Clare, thank you very much.

Hey.

Now, listen to me, mate.

Just because I said you could go doesn't mean

you don't owe someone a jolly big apology.

And when you owe someone an apology, you--

Shouldn't make them wait?

Right.

Here you go.

Oi! What did I just say?

-Liz, thank you. -Thank you.

Oh, Joe! We didn't give them any money.

Cheese and rice!

I guess they'll be home soon, then.

Ugh.

Got a ticket, have you, Agnes?

It's summer holidays. We'll never get on.

I'll try for the night ferry.

Excuse me.

Kia ora.

Oh! Bless you, my child.

- I'm sorry, sir. - The ferry's full.

You should've made a reservation.

Now, Madam--

We need to get a car on the ferry.

Oh... is this what I think it is?

Homemade, matured, spirit-bathed.

Are we still talking about the fruitcake?

Enjoy the trip, Madam.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, the ferry's full.

We're-- we're going over the sea!

Come up with me.

No.

Good morning.

Hmm.

Oh, Mary Clare. For goodness sake.

We had to go.

No, we didn't.

Leaving was a terrible idea.

We could have stayed to fight.

Fight.

Don't be ridiculous.

They just would've taken Luke.

Oh...

Where is Luke?

Luke!

Sister!

Luke? Brian!

Aue! That's yucky!

Put 'em in the bucket, boy.

Ugh!

Fillet it like this, boy. Eyes on the blade.

Never forget that.

Aah!

Feel the fish guts!

It's squishy.

- Brian! - Hi, Sister Agnes.

Luke!

Nae guts, nae glory!

No, don't, Sister, aw...

Aw...

you're so stinky, Sister Luke!

Where's my car?

Where's my car?!

Oh, the ticket!

Oh, no, the ticket!

Ah-ha!

No, the ticket!

Ah, God.

Hey, they were-- they were picked up this morning?

-Yes. -The retirement home?

What did you say to them?

Um, I did exactly as instructed.

No fuss?

Good. Well, very good.

You did-- you did good, Findlay.

Yeah, I remember.

Should be plain sailing, then.

Not messy like down south.

All right, let's get things moving!

Come on, hustle.

Goodness me, you smell.

Time for a piddle!

Oh, piddle you shall.

How much longer, Sister Mary Clare?

Oh, it's just moments away.

We'll overnight with our sisters at St. Helen's.

Then on to Patricia's in the morning.

St. Helen's and my dear Sister Hildegard.

Sister Hildegard makes the best kumara stew

that I bet you're just about ready for, Brian.

With red rascal potatoes from my garden.

Red rascal?

The garden is a veritable Eden.

We swap seeds from Singapore to Sweden.

Garden of Sweden!

When you make an omelette,

use a fork, not an egg beater.

Don't forget!

How could I? You tell me every day.

- I do not. - You do, though!

Our sisters will be delighted and delightful.

Praise God.

I'm just about ready to put my feet up.

Sister Hildegard!

Where is she?

Ag... Agnes.

Where is our Sister Hildegard?

Where are we?

Agnes? Agnes, where--?

Shh, shh, shh. Luke, it's all right.

It's all right.

W-- what has happened?

Where are we?

My garden.

My garden!

Shh, shh, shh.

Agnes...

Ag... I want to go home.

Why in good God's name

were we not told?

We could have taken them in.

Where are they, Agnes? Uh... where are we?

All those years we lived there together...

and no one thought to tell us.

We trusted them.

Why didn't they trust us enough

to bring us in on their decision?

Why trust a lying, thieving developer

instead of their own sisters?

They betrayed us, Agnes.

I vowed I would never let anyone betray me again.

Stop the car!

I want to get out. Listen to me!

Stop the car!

- All right, right. Ugh. - Agnes!

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

-I said stop the car! -All right, all right.

-Are you deaf? You hearing me? -Calm yourself!

-Oh-- -I mean it!

Good grief.

-I want to get out! -I know that. I know that.

I'm just trying to find a place to pull over.

-Let me out! -I don't know where I am.

-I want to get out! -I know!

Oh, goodness, I think I'm on the beach.

Oh, Mary Clare!

Sister! What--?

Mary Clare!

Brian, what-- ugh.

Oh. Come on, Luke.

- No! - Luke!

I'm not going out there.

Sister, come back!

Luke, come out.

-No. Don't-- -What're you doing?

Surely you need a piddle.

- I'm not-- - I'm not gonna--

I'm not going in there!

No one's asking you to go in!

That's not why we're here.

I'm sorry, dear. I didn't mean to shout.

God will protect you, Sister.

That's what you and Sister Agnes tell me.

Trusting and all that.

And it's true.

That's what we teach...

in our small town, in our small world...

But out here...

reminds me of things I don't want to think about.

What things?

The ocean.

The sea.

Crossing the sea when I was a little girl.

"I'll come for you," she said.

"When things get better, I'll come..."

But she never did.

Your mum?

Yeah.

Why?

They put me on a boat,

and they said

they'd tell her where I was,

but they never did.

Your mum?

Yeah, my mum.

Did you write her a letter?

Lots of letters, but...

I didn't know where to send them.

Sometimes people steal children from their families,

saying it's good for them,

but it's cruel.

It's so cruel.

But you...

you, Brian...

you've got a family...

a family that's waiting for you...

a family that loves you.

Look, I-- I know it's hard,

and I know you're scared, Mary Clare,

but we're going to fix this, and-- and I...

Oh, dear.

Sister Luke, you are very holey!

Thanks. I try!

Luke! Where are you going?

-Luke! Oh, no! -Stop!

Mary Clare, stop her!

Come back, Luke! Come back!

Oh, my God.

- Oh no! - Oh, she's under!

She's going to drown. Luke!

Heavy.

Turn around, you silly sausage!

Look at you, you're soaked.

I'm soaked!

Avert your eyes!

- Averting my eyes. - Averting my eyes!

God is great.

And greatly to be praised.

I'm starving.

Where are we gonna stay tonight, Agnes?

We've got no food, no money, and soon we'll have no petrol.

What are these?

- Sister Agnes! - They are pears.

Well, I know that,

but where'd you find them?

St. Helen's, while youse was all wailing and whining.

Oh... they taste like home!

-Sticky. -Mm. Juicy!

See if there's any hankies in the glove compartment.

No, just race tickets.

What's-- what's that, in there?

"Done Be-gin."

"Gol-den sh..."

They're always silly names.

"Done Beggin'.

Golden Shower.

Sotally Tober."

Uhh. Totally sober.

Sotally Tober.

Let me see that.

Golden Shower loses steam,

and Sotally Tober wins!

Oh, dear.

Father Findlay'll be missing this.

You want it, you do it.

I can't be seen in there. I'm the Mother Superior.

"I shall not fall into temptation."

Luke 40:22.

Temptation?

"All gifts come from above." James 1:17.

"Genitals like donkeys." Ezekiel 23:20.

Ugh.

Brian... where do you think-- what do you think you're doing?

What I do for Dad.

It's not rocket surgery.

No, no! Don't!

Wait!

Don't tell them we sent you.

Tell them...

Tell them--

Dad is in the pub. Mum needs bread.

Oh, God.

You think they'll believe him?

Ah! Bless you, Father Findlay...

...for your filthy habits.

Ahh...

Oh!

No...

Oh!

Uh!

The first thing we're buying is denture cream.

Oh.

He's back.

They gave me this.

-Oh! -Oh!

Oh, thank you.

They said we could keep the bag.

Aah!

Agnes, drive!

Woo!

Lord, thank you for the bountiful gifts

you have bestowed on your loyal servants.

Thank you for the gift of--

You should see this place, Mum!

Real fancy.

Toilet's not even in the bathroom.

Oh, and Sister Agnes says

it's only right we get the ticket money

because church is church,

just like Father Findlay said,

and they done all his mending.

I think it might've been a miracle, Mum,

'cause the glove compartment,

it was like a little door...

and it opened!

Sister Agnes says we'll be there tomorrow.

Tomorrow, Mum.

Agnes, a phone!

Call Patricia!

It...

It just beeps. Why does it beep?

Oh, it's broken!

No, Luke!

What?

I suppose you brought Patricia's number?

Uh, yes, I memorized it.

I-is it 635 or 645?

She's forgotten it.

Oh. Doesn't matter.

You all right, Brian Collins?

Mm-hmm.

They'd be gone now, wouldn't they, Agnes?

Yes, Mary Clare.

What I wouldn't give to have seen their faces.

Knocking at our front door...

...you know, waiting to push us around.

Woo-woo! Nobody home!

Driving away in an empty van.

Ah, we did it, girls. We beat 'em.

Hope so, Agnes.

In God we trust!

And seeds, and beans.

Oi, Sister Luke!

Now, the staircase might be worth something,

but the rest...

nah.

So, this is part of it?

No, no, that's the presbytery. That's mine.

Oh, that's yours, is it?

No. We need this for the onramp.

With a petrol station and motel going in,

we need to maximize the footprint.

You know, my man over at land disposals

will fast-track the whole consent.

I'll get the locksmith over.

Well, no, you can't just break in.

Your Excellency, this has gone too far.

Father Bishop?

Where are the sisters?

48 hours, then we can start.

You know, you'll want the fuel tank sunk here.

Parking this side.

The onramp, yeah, just over there.

Father Findlay?

Christchurch?

That's the most holiest town I've ever heard of.

City, not town.

It has a cathedral.

A city we'll never arrive at,

the way you're driving.

Weather, it looks like

it's five seasons in one day today.

For anyone in the Twizel area, you're in for a cold snap.

Thanks for that, Darla. Over to the news.

We've got a collision

between a sheep truck and a tractor,

so if you're, uh, travelling that way,

plenty of free manure on the road.

Snow?

Time for a piddle!

Oh. Hail.

Time for a piddle.

Not now, Sister Luke!

Time for a piddle!

Sister Luke, are you sure?

Piddle! Piddle!

Sister Luke!

Quickly, dear.

No, I'm not coming!

Oh...

No! Not coming.

No, thank you.

-Sister Luke! -The Von Trapp family--

-Sister Luke--

No!

Thanks.

Oh...

Oh dear.

Oh...

Ah, there it is.

Aoraki.

The cloud piercer.

The sacred place.

You're sopping wet!

Oh...

I just remembered!

Have one of Liz's biscuits.

Here.

Oh, thank you.

Me too, please.

Oh, God bless our Liz.

-Brian? -Mm!

Yuck.

Uh, Brian, now, come.

Elizabeth Fletcher

is not the abomination you think she is.

She is a bombed nation.

She hates me.

"Hate" is a very strong word, Brian Collins.

Doesn't sit well with Himself.

I am driving

as fast as is humanly possible in unsafe conditions!

They want you to go faster, Sister.

I can't.

"Can't" is a very strong word.

I won't.

You know what, Luke?

You still smell.

Yes, probably.

- Oh, my goodness! - Luke! Oh, my darlings!

Is it really you? What are you doing here?

Well, I'm sorry we're here unannounced...

- Sorry? - You came to see your sis!

'Cause we missed you! Couldn't resist you!

Oh, my darlings!

Mwah!

Oh... who have we got here?

Brian.

Paula's boy.

My Paula?

I'm your Auntie Patricia.

Auntie Patricia of the plum duff pudding?

The very same--

plum duff, pudding, and cream,

if you're anything like your mum.

I am very like my mum.

You certainly are.

Thank you for bringing me my Moko.

Come on, darling!

You must be bored stiff.

-Father Findlay. -About the boy?

I need a word.

Pardon?

Brian.

Where is he? Where are the sisters?

-Let me speak to Joe. -I'll let you speak to me.

They're gone.

Gone? What do you mean? Where?

What do you care?

After everything they did for you,

for the community,

you turned your back on them.

Are they coming back?

Despite what they may have told you,

it would be within their best interests to return.

Ahh.

Their best interests.

It's not just the retirement. It's Harry Greaves.

He's not just taking the home, he's tearing it down.

I need to wash her habit.

Oh, yes. Just down the hall. Help yourselves, darling.

Oh, Agnes...

you drove all this way.

What's going on?

Oh, sit down.

Patricia, they're sending us away.

To a pasture.

A home, Patricia.

Bishop Chaytor's moving fast.

A property developer sniffed us out.

What? When did they tell you that?

The day before yesterday.

Oh, you can't be serious!

Oh, gosh.

Sister Luke...

they want to put her in Nazareth.

Not the one in the Bible.

Nazareth Place?

Those bastards!

What about Findlay?

Oh, you know him.

Should have said something, didn't...

too busy with his liquor and his horses.

Chaytor is leading the charge with a property man,

of all people.

I-- I...

you know, I just thought it'd be different

when our time came,

and we'd still be together.

- Now, listen. - Leave this to me.

Patricia... do you have the deeds?

-Of course. -Ahh!

Luke was right. Dear Luke.

And they can't just take it away, can they?

No, no. The nuns hold a whenua lease over Maori land.

Remember?

We talked about that before I left.

I'll go through and check the files.

Whose car is that?

It's Father Findlay's. I stole it.

Stole!

Stole!

You did a sin.

You should be prostituted.

Oh... it's a little late for that.

And I suppose you get to keep your presbytery.

Well... look.

We've got to get them back.

They're at Sister Patricia's.

We've got to let them know.

Well, I don't have a number,

and they said they'll be back in a few days.

It's a few days too late.

This is your fault, Father Findlay.

You fix it.

Sister Agnes--

- Shush, Brian! - Patricia is concentrating.

Brian, come here.

You know what nuns do

when they're not praying or mending

or driving really, really slowly?

Look at this.

Now, press that.

How about that? How about that?

- Come on, Agnes! - You remember this one!

- Come on! - You love this one!

Ohh!

Uh, you took over Sister Suzanne's...

when, Agnes? '37?

And the lease deeds were lodged with the district?

-Yes. -And it all closed in '64?

That sounds about right.

Oh, Brian, look!

Your mum and dad.

I can't really see her.

I can never see her.

Come with me, moko.

Of all my special things...

I saved this one for you.

They were going to bury this with her,

but I asked to take it...

Your mum's.

And we'll go, Sister Agnes?

Where?

To the mountain.

Mum's mountain.

Well, now, I told you, Brian,

it's not a holiday.

Well, let's talk about it in the morning.

It's, uh... it's... it's time for your bed now.

It's very late.

Wrap up tight.

Tawhiri's breath will be makariri tonight.

Oh, Agnes, we should take him.

We've come this far.

I love you.

I love you too, Luke.

I'm glad we came, Agnes.

Thank you.

Mary Clare... thank you.

Thank you, Liz.

Hello?

Patricia? It's Father Findlay.

Hang on.

Father Findlay.

What do you want? It's rather late.

Well, I'm sorry about that,

but I need to speak to the sisters.

I know they're there.

The sisters are sleeping

after a long and harrowing journey.

I will be acting

as legal counsel

in all matters pertaining to their retirement.

Well, I just thought you might like to know...

a little while ago, I s--

I was made to sign an-an addendum.

What addendum?

It wasn't me.

It was, you know, the authorities-- superiors.

Anyway, you'll find it in the files,

the back page.

Check the fine print.

Well, I realize now

that it may not have been the right thing to do,

and I'm sorry.

Father Findlay...

I do not have the time

or the crayons to explain to you

how much you have messed up on this,

but I will be sending the paperwork

to dissolve the addendum,

and you will sign it.

-Well-- -Wait!

You will,

if you want a place to live out your days.

If they go, you go. Get it?

Agnes!

Come, come and sit down. Please. I've got news.

Harry Greaves claims

that you no longer occupy the property,

that you've abandoned it,

at which point it reverts to the church,

and they'll control it.

You inadvertently played into his hands.

I'm-- I'm not quite--

Leaving was the worst thing you could have done.

Everything, and I mean everything--

In a miniskirt!

... hinges on you being there in residence.

We shouldn't have left?

You can save the convent, but you have to be there.

I left it in the dryer!

How long before the wrecking ball?

The what?!

How long?

Tomorrow.

Midday the demolition starts,

but you can stop them if you leave now.

Take this, and get back by noon.

Where is my garden?

Where is my Brian?

Where is Brian?

Oh, goodness.

Brian? Brian!

Kia there, moko! Hurry up.

Brian?

Brian!

Moko? Come on!

Brian?

Brian?

Brian!

Brian!

I'm here, Mum.

Mum?

Brian.

Come on, moko.

Come on, Brian.

Brian!

-Brian! -Brian!

Brian's glove!

Oh.

Haere mai. I'm here, Mum!

Here I am.

Here-- Here, Mum!

Brian!

Brian!

Brian!

Brian!

-Brian! -Brian!

He must be close now.

Luke?

Luke?

Luke?

Sister Luke!

Luke!

Luke!

Brian Te Wera Collins.

Where was you, Mum?

Why did you take so long?

I was forgetting what you looked like...

what you sound like.

-Ohh...

-I thought you was gone.

No.

There's no such thing as gone, Brian.

No such thing.

But I want to come now.

I want to come now!

Luke!

Brian!

Brian!

Luke!

Brian!

Brian...

Mum?

I owe someone a very big apology.

And when you owe someone an apology...

You shouldn't make them wait.

Hoo hoo!

Hoo hoo!

Hoo hoo!

Luke!

Hoo hoo!

Luke!

Luke!

Hoo hoo!

Luke! Oh! Luke!

Oh, no!

Hoo hoo!

Brian?

Wake up, darling.

Come back to us.

Oh!

Please wake up, Brian.

Come... come back to us.

-Wake up. -Come back.

-Wake up. -Come back.

I've failed you, little one.

My moko.

Oh. Oh, yes.

I'm sorry, Brian.

Sweet little boy.

-Oh... -Mum.

Mum was there.

She said my name.

She said I had... something to do.

Agnes, girls... I've gotta go home!

Come back to us soon, Brian.

You tell your sisters Auntie loves them.

We love you too. Thank you!

Is everyone here and accounted for?

Brian?

I'm here!

Sister Luke?

Whoo-hoo!

You'll need cash. Here we are.

Oh, no. We've got lots of that.

-Oh! -What the hell?

-Okay, bye! -Bye!

Love you!

She said my name.

And mine.

What is your name?

Brian!

Faster, Sister Agnes!

We're never gonna make it, not at this rate.

Rattle your dags, girl!

Faster!

Come on, faster!

Come on, Agnes. You can do it!

-Yes! -Woo-hoo!

Come on, come on.

-Yeah! -Woo-hoo!

-Woo-hoo! -Yay!

Go, go!

Keep the heat!

Off we go!

See?

Yeah! Whoo-hoo!

Look at their little faces!

Holy Mary, Most Immaculate,

to you I entrust their sickly souls.

I'm sorry, Mary Clare.

I'm sorry about everything.

I know.

It's all right.

Shift over.

Come on, dear. Move.

All right.

Sister Mary Clare can drive?

Agnes had the Morry, but I...

...had the tractor!

Oh... oh! Oh!

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

Oh...

Hey! Whoo-hoo!

Oh, she wants to race! She wants to race!

They're not letting us overtake.

Slow down, ya idiot!

Sister!

Mary Clare...

Mary Clare!

Mary Clare!

Holy goodness me!

Amateurs!

She can drive!

Not a word of this to your father, Brian.

Oh...

Time for a piddle.

No!

Take this way.

It's shorter, Sister.

Oh, come on!

- Move it! - There's nobody in town!

Move! Move!

- Get out of the way! - Shoo! Shoo!

They're so stupid!

Move! Go!

Go!

The ferry's gonna leave without us.

Show us the way, doggie!

We're not gonna make the ferry!

How's the petrol?

I mean, how much time have we lost?

We're late!

Piddle...

Oh, dear Lord.

How far to the next town, Brian?

Brian, check the map.

Um... not too far.

Oh!

-Too far. -Oh no!

We believe in miracles, don't we, Brian?

We sure do, Sister.

Come on!

-Luke! -Luke, what are you doing?

- Where are you going? - Hang on a sec!

Luke! Luke?

Luke, hurry up, girl! Get in.

Keep the change!

Jesus Christ!

Blasphemery!

Oh, come on!

Don't worry. I've got this.

I have two words to say to you.

Merry Christmas.

We have a ferry to catch?

Main unit?

I've got a 10-29-52-42 Blue Peter

up there on State Highway 63.

I'm going to need a special clearance.

Oh, speak English, Kevin!

Uh, sorry, Helen.

Can you just give Jeff a call at the ferry?

Ask him nicely to wait?

Oh, right-o!

Great, and, uh, put the kettle on.

I'll be back soon.

Uh, roger. 10-4!

God bless you, my child!

Follow the cop.

-Pure violet! -Woo-hoo!

Five hours till cut-off, Mary Clare!

You can do it!

What if we don't make it?

Shh!

You drove the church tractor like this?

By moonlight! Nothing like it.

Watch out!

Have a prune.

Me too, please.

Faster.

Whoa!

- She's overheating! - She's overheating!

Come on, darling. You can do it!

Don't slow down!

Five minutes, Mary Clare. Five minutes and it's all over.

-Not on my watch! -Stop!

No, we can't.

You have to! Stop, stop, stop!

Brian, no!

I need out here!

Stop at my house. I'm getting out!

- Brian! - Go, go, go!

Are you ready, dear?

Drive it, girl...

like a tractor!

Brian.

Welcome back.

I got your note.

And you're right...

I'm not your mother.

I'm real, real sorry.

We only have one mum, Brian...

...and I can never be that for you.

What, then?

Your friend?

Maybe just... Liz.

Yeah.

Okay.

Where is everyone?

Oh, Brian, they're at the convent.

-They're tearing-- -No! Come on!

-Oh! -We got to get there!

Where are they?

Come on, my darlings.

Is that them?

No!

Mary Clare!

Hey!

Yes!

-Run, sisters! -Run!

Faster, sisters!

Come on, girls!

Joe! Hitch him!

Oh, God! Findlay, grab him!

Faster, sisters!

Yes, sisters!

Your Excellency,

the nuns are not ready for retirement,

and this home remains ours as long as we are here.

Yeah, but you weren't here, were you?

You abandoned the property!

Sisters, if you planned to return,

you'd have told someone.

We were always coming back, Bishop.

Why didn't you ask us? We'd have told you.

We took a short trip.

A slight vacation.

-A holiday! -A holiday!

Nuns don't take holy days.

But we did, Bishop... and we came home.

By the laws of your own diocese,

we, the nuns of Sister Suzanne's,

shall remain here so long as we are in service...

...and in residence!

Yeah, sisters!

You'll be hearing from me, Sister.

Well, I look forward to that, Your Grace.

Oh, Father...

she corners like she's on rails.

Might need a touch of water.

Ha. Not to worry, not to worry.

Um, Sister Agnes, um, on your travels,

did you happen to find...

um...

-A race ticket? -Yes.

We cashed it.

And on behalf of your parish,

we'd like to thank you for your generosity, Father,

and I don't know if you've noticed,

but this convent needs a little bit of a, you know...

freshening-up.

I've had some thoughts...

which I think you will find quite agreeable...

since they involve you having somewhere to live.

Oh, darling! Hello.

Sweet, sweet hello.

I was worried about you.

I saw snow.

You did?

I saw Mum.

I'm sorry, Dad.

I missed you, my boy.

Luke!

Oh, there you are!

You missed the shenanigans.

You should've seen Father Findlay's face.

You asleep?

Luke...

Oh, no.

Oh, no, Luke!

Oh, my darling.

Oh, Luke.

Oh...

Oh, Luke!

Oh, Lord...

we entrust our sister to you.

May she rest in peace in your hands...

and...

thank you for bringing her back to her beloved garden.

May she bring the same joy to your heavenly Eden.

Oh, Luke...

Oh.

Mum said her name...

...so she went.

Oh...

Agnes, our sister's gone home.

What a way to go.

Ah, you've repaired it.

The magic returns.

I've been meaning to get back to you

about miracles, Brian.

I was wrong, you see.

They're not little doors?

No, they're not just little doors.

They're big ones too.

How big?

Well...

they're big enough to pull you through,

right through,

into another place.

The top of a mountain?

Indeed.

Or right into the... the grand mystery itself.

And I see now that, uh,

that death is a miracle, Brian...

one of life's great journeys.

The greatest.

And journeys are not to be feared.

We had fun, eh, Sister?

Oh, we certainly did.

And more to be had.

Come on.

The dancing awaits.