All language subtitles for Falling.S01E01.1080p.BluRay.x264-NUNNY_track3_[eng]

(Suspenseful music)

(bee buzzing)

(birds chirping)

(peacock calling)

(grunting)

Almost got me.

Uh! Oh...(sighs)

Ah...

(sighs)

(background traffic)

Radio Presenter: Good morning,
it's just gone 8 o'clock...

Oh, hello.

They didn't say
that you were, uh...

Oh. Yeah, sorry.

—-Not on my forms.
—Catholic?

Yeah.

Got to say, haven't been
to confession

in close to ten years now.

Then sadly,
you're eternally damned.

Unless you can fix my car,
that is.

Huh...

(chatter)

(sighs)

Anna?

Sister Anna.
We've a visitor needs feeding.

(suspenseful music swells)

(feet wiping)

Father Hicks: I'd like to bring a few girls
from my choir for a visit.

Sister Francesca:
How old are they?

Fourteen to seventeen.
Mostly still in education.

—Devoted?
-Some are finding their path.

Any dependents?
(knocking)

Father Hicks: I'm sorry?

Sister, good. Father Hicks
has travelled a long way.

Er, only an hour and a half.

| was late because
my car decided to explode

when | was halfway here.

Oh, how dramatic.

Yeah, | had a burst...something.

Which means a longer bus ride
home. You need to eat.

Oh, it's not a problem.

| can just get a snack
from a shop on the way.

Sister Anna can do better than
a scotch egg from a newsagent.

She sets the bar so high.

Since she took over the kitchen,
all of us have put on weight.

Something simple?

Err, yeah, yeah.
Thank you,

but don't put yourself out.

Scrambled eggs? Some bread?

If you're sure? Thank you.

That's two thank yous,
which is one too many.

Good. Yes. No dependents.
If the girls have children...

Father Hicks: Even for a visit?

The visit is to see
whether they might fit, no?

We are not here to be watched.

We are here to be joined.

Father Hicks: No one with children.

Francesca: Or romantic entanglements.

You want me to give them a quiz?

Is that too hard a question
to answer?

Father Hicks: Um...

Francesca:
Then let us agree a date.

I'll fetch our diary.

Father Hicks:
You're new to the kitchen?

Er, no, it's been 11 years,
| think.

Oh.

Time passes slowly here.

You've been outside.

Err, yes, yes,
bulbing for the new season.

What are you growing?

Children. Tiny, tiny
little children

in the middle of the flowers,
which we pluck in May,

we dry them through the summer

and then we eat them
in September.

Err, kale, lettuce,
spinach, garlic.

My cabbages are legendary.

| don't like cabbage.

Well, then | judge you for that.

(whisking)

Eleven years.
That's a long while.

It's been over 20
since | took my vows.

And you? Where are you?

Er, Bristol. Easton.

What do you grow in Easton?

(scoffs)

Um, I'm currently expending
a lot of energy

trying to get a needle
exchange opened, and...

oh, a basketball hoop
in a local park.

They sound like good things
to be doing.

Frustrating.

And I'm trying
to convince people

to run a harvest festival
out of the church.

(pan scraping)

| can't Know whether
the girls are in relationships.

It would be inappropriate
to ask.

And | can't be involved
in any duplicity

against the Abbess.

-You'll find a way.
—| fail to see how...

You should have talked
to her about this.

-I'm sorry if I'm being...
—-It's the rules she's set.

It's my job
to protect all of them.

It'll mean we can't come.

Well, then don't come.

(hissing)
An!

-—Ow...
—Err, cold water.

(tap running)

You weren't caught too badly.

Oh...

Sorry.

(Suspenseful music)

No, no, I, er...

l-l should say thank you.

I'm sorry if Il, um...

if that was
the wrong thing to do.

Sorry.

No.

Thank you.

And that's, er, well, that...

that's two thank yous,
which is one too many.

—Er, no, let me do that.
—No. No, no, no.

-You should sit down, let...
—No, no, please.

No, just tell me where...

This looks beautiful.

(cutlery clinking)

Just some eggs.

Err, bless us, O Lord...

and these your gifts,
for these your gifts

which we are about to receive
from your bounty

and from the gracious work
of your servant, Sister Anna.

Through Christ our Lord, amen.

Amen.

I-| don't like
the word 'servant'.

| don't like it either.

(footsteps approaching)

There's been an accident.

(suspenseful music swells)

(cockerel crowing)
Uh...

Morning, Sister.

May the Lord bless this day.

Yes, and if He could arrange
for it not to rain

so the polytunnel
doesn't get swamped again,

I'd really appreciate it.

(Sister chuckles)

(sighs)

(footsteps receding)

(peacock calling)

(phone vibrating)
(alarm ringing)

(sighs)
(alarm continues)

(alarm stops)

Molly! Tell Mum Uncle David's
in the bathroom.

—What, am | not allowed?
—Mum put in a rota.

—| didn't see a rota.
—Jesus...

Died for your sins.

(bickering)

-Hi.
—Ooh, these are lovely.

You are lovely, Graham.
These are vegetables.

Hm.

—Morning.
—Morning.

They've put up the price
of dahlias, again.

Bastards think
we're a soft touch.

Are you on hosts, or am |?

Oh, you know | don't like hosts.

Father Christie agreed with me,

there's considerably
more oral thrush around

than there used to be.

(giggling)

Do you think it's okay
for the Abbess, for the trip,

to ask that | only bring girls
who aren't in relationships?

Yes.

You do?

It felt small—minded to me.

| am small-minded
both by profession and inclination.

How's your mother?

—Smiling on.
—Oh...

Tina's back.

Is she?

But she's with her dad.

Father Hicks: In the name of
the Father and of the Son

and of the Holy Spirit.

Congregation: Amen.

The Lord be with you.

Congregation:
And with your spirit.

Lord, we have sinned
against you.

Lord, have mercy.

Lord, have mercy.

Show us your mercy
and your love.

And grant us your salvation.

May Almighty God
have mercy on us,

forgive us our sins

and bring us
into everlasting life.

—-Amen.
—Father: Amen.

Amen.

Shall we start with a hymn?

(background chatter)

—Oh.
—Err, no thanks.

Bless me Father,
because | have sinned.

It's been 24 hours
since my last confession.

| remember.

During which, | have committed
three acts of blasphemy

and two of self—abasement.

| mean masturbation, Father.

Of course you do.

| don't mean to hurt people,

(sobbing)

but | do.

| think you're being
very hard on yourself.

(sobbing)

lam vile.

You're not.

(sobbing)

You're not.

(gentle knocking)

(pigeons calling)

(door creaks open)

Are you going to invite me in

or are you going to leave
a lady on the doorstep?

Oh, you're a daft one!

Do you wish to say anything?

No.

Do you need absolution?

Yes.

(horn beeps)

How was it?

Well, half the kids look
as if they've got malnutrition

and half the adults jaundice.

The rest just seemed depressed.

We'll pray for them.

And help as best we can.

Has the school group arrived?

Yeah. Important, I'm told by
the Prioress

for them to see us
for the recruitment push.

Does make one feel one
is in a zoo, rather.

Time for a whiskey?

| got sent a rather fine malt
by the bishop.

Might chase away some
of the feelings of the day?

He shouldn't encourage you.

It's because he wants
you to make him

some whiskey marmalade.

Well, | can try.

| told him you're
not a takeaway.

He'll take what he's given.

Bless me, Father,
for | have sinned.

It's been three weeks
since my last confession.

How have you been?

I'm okay.

You know I'm supposed to pretend | never know
who's on the other side of this.

(giggling)

| took a trip to the convent,
the Womack.

I'm going to take some members
of the girls' choir.

And I'd like to ask your mum
if you'd like to join it.

The trip.

Thanks.

It's still what you want?

With...yeah.

—Yeah.
—Mm.

Then, er, maybe I'll come around
the house, talk to her.

He's out most evenings

at the restaurant.

(distant arguing)
(dog barking)

(doorbell ringing)

Hi, Bianca. It's Father Hicks.

Um...I'd hoped to talk to you
about Tina.

She said tonight might be
a good night to come over.

(background TV)

Thank you.

(door creaks shut)

Tina? Tina!

Well, go on, what you got?

Do you need help?

There are things | can do to...

You can leave if you're gonna
be trying that.

—-Tina!
-—Coming!

Um...how would you feel
about Tina making a decision

to lead a consecrated life?

| think she's a kid who doesn't
know which way's up.

Er, did—did you grow up
a Catholic, Bianca?

Why's he asking all
the questions to me?

You're the adult.

He wants to check you're okay.

It's her who wants to hide
in a convent for her life.

Er...1 don't think it's hiding.

But I-| do understand why,
er, commitment, faith,

feels a strange thing
in this world.

The amount of people
that ask me things like,

do you have to wear it
all the time?

Do you never have sex?

He's trying to shock us now.

A priest talking about sex.

Ha! | do think celibacy
is an important part

of Tina's commitments,

but it's not the most
important part.

Marx is always quoted as saying,

"Religion is the opium
of the masses."

What he actually said was,

"Religion is the sigh
of the oppressed creature,

the heart of a heartless world

and the soul
of soulless conditions.

It is the opium of the people."

| don't go to church.

Can't stand the dither
of it all.

Dither?

Well, it seems to me the Bible says,
"Do good", then well do it.

Stop dithering about
with incense

and...myrrh.

Mum!

| think you're right
about the dither.

But | think what Marx was saying
is that the church

by venerating virtue
does something quite important.

And | think right now,
society needs that virtue.

Look, she said she wanted it.
She goes.

Father Hicks: Good.

Then I'd like to take you, Tina,

with a few other girls,
to visit the Womack.

| think that by visiting there

she'll get a much better sense
of whether that's what she needs.

Tina: Thank you.

Um...shall | talk to Phil?

No.

Well, if that's everything,
Father Hicks.

(unnerving music)
(door shuts)

(dog barking)

(wailing, sobbing)

Sister. It's your postulant.

She was found with a phone.

-A phone?
-—She's been keeping it hidden.

(wailing, crying)

(crying)

(tender music)

It's not easy

when we lose track of ourselves
to find our way back.

(sobbing, gasping)

Can | ask,

why did you feel
you needed your phone?

Well | ju...l don't Know.
| don't...

Look, my parents were horrified

when | said | wanted
to be a nun.

My mum said
| was throwing myself away.

She thought it was
over some boy, or...

Was...was there a boy?

No.

You?

Not a boy.

(gasping)

My friend, Suzy...

(poignant music)

Is-is that okay?

With me?

Yes.

With God?

| would hope so.

With you?

Do you want to stay?

Do you...want me to stay?

(sighs)

Oh, Bimpe...

If there is one choice
that has to be yours...

it is this.

Do...do you ever doubt it?

Your, your choice?

Faith is dependent on doubt.

Without doubt,
there is no faith.

(music swells)

(gasping)

(birdsong)

(cockerel crows)

(cockerel crows)

(footsteps approaching)

She seems much
better this morning.

Good...

So, | have prayed upon it
and decided | have no choice

but to ask her to leave.

No, you can't.

When someone is a postulant...

But...she's been with us
for over a year.

When someone is a postulant,
they are here to be judged by us

and by themselves as to whether

they can find the patience
and love to belong...

It's one mistake.

A crucial one.

| devote myself to God
in every way.

| isolate myself
and give myself to prayer.

But | do want to keep checking
social media

for what my friends are up to.

May | speak?

| have been guiding her and I-l,

| don't think you understand.

She is a genuine, kind, good...

My role in this convent
is to make the decisions

others won't.
It's to lead.

Your role is not to abandon
the poor girl!

—Francesca, please...
—No, no!

You do not use that name,
my name, in anger!

It is not a weapon.

(sighs) Um...

l-l apologise, Abbess.

Our commitment cannot be
predicated on a lie.

She vowed to put away everything
from her other life.

She couldn't.

She lied to her sisters
and to God.

She made a vow and she broke it.

She was weak, yes.

But these young people,

they are growing up
in an unforgiving world.

Perhaps our commitment
might take them

a little bit longer to learn.

Please...

Please, give her
a chance to find her path.

She remains a postulant
for at least another year.

She has to prove herself
all over again. Yes?

Yes.

Thank you.

She's lucky to have you.

Okay.

There will be a time
when | am ready

to take quieter duties here.

(Suspenseful music)

| believe you are the right person
to succeed me.

But if you do, you may discover

that these decisions are harder
than they might appear.

(suspenseful music swells)

You missed a wonderful
deanery meeting last night.

Falling congregations
since Covid,

how to get people
back believing.

Did anyone suggest
another Covid?

Make 'em beg before
the incoming flood.

Don't forget the accounts
need your sign-off.

The bishop needs to know
precisely what we've got

to set terms for
the underfloor heating brigade.

Francis, could you run
this morning for me?

Sorry?

| just realised I've got
some pressing business.

Could you lead mass
this morning for me?

Bless me, Father,
for | have sinned.

It's been four days
since my last confession.

| have been angry
with others, impatient.

| shouted at the Abbess, I...

| was cruel
to Sister Justine when,

well, when she needed support.

And | have been having...

immoral thoughts.

Lust.

You have to say something
to that, Father Clarey,

you can't leave me on my own
with that one.

Go on.

Go on?

Go on.

What does that mean?

It means go on.

Er...

But, um, they're not...

It's not like | haven't had,
you know, thoughts before.

I...(sighs)

| have struggled
at times with...

feelings of desire,

but this time,
well, these times...

these feelings, they're...

they are so specific.

And well, that's all
| can say really.

l-l am ashamed.

And, well, I'm confused,
confused mainly.

(sighs)

Three Hail Marys.

Yes, Father.

And be careful.

(tense music)

God, the Father of mercies,

through the death
and resurrection of His Son

has reconciled the world
to Himself

and sent the Holy Spirit
for the forgiveness of our sins.

Through the ministry
of the church,

may God give you
pardon and peace,

and | absolve you from your sins

in the name of the Father,

and of the Son,

and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Anna: Amen.

(music ends)

Hello.

Ah. This is a Surprise.

(chuckles)

| just thought I'd, um,

I'd come back to talk
to the Abbess.

| felt like I'd left a few
of her concerns on the table.

Right.

And | was hoping for more
beautiful eggs, of course.

| Knew you were the pushy sort.

(laughs)

May | see your cabbages?

Er, only if you
get me really drunk.

(laughs)

Are you that nervous
of the Abbess

that you'd look around
a boring garden to avoid it?

A boring garden?
| doubt it's that.

No.

But why are you here?

Er, can | tell you about a girl
I'd like to bring here?

You can tell me about
anything you like,

but | am no use with the Abbess.

Um, her mother,
the girl's mother

is being...

hit by the father.

| think it's possible
the girl's being hit too.

| raised it
with Social Services.

| raised it with the diocese
safeguarding unit but,

they both do something,

but nothing ever happens.

Sorry, you're not interested...

What is it you're doubting?

Sorry?

Your ability to deal with it,

her response to it
or what else it is

that you should be doing
to help it?

Err...you're remarkably frank.

Why are you looking at me
like that?

| just wish | had
your conviction.

You have certainty.

| mean it as a good thing.

| haven't been certain
about anything since 2001.

What happened then?

| became a nun.

Well...

here are my cabbages.

They're beautiful.
(Anna laughs)

You like that word.

Although these might actually
be beautiful.

How do you keep the slugs away?

Look underneath.

They don't like eggshells.
Cuts them up.

Aha.

Helping the girl and your needle
exchanges, your hoops...

it's impressive.

It doesn't feel impressive.

And here was | thinking
you were trying to impress me.

I, um...

(sighs) | struggle, | fail.

| intervene when | shouldn't,
I...

You're a click
of the fingers Christian.

I'm
Ss
fe)
rry?

You want everything solved
in a click of the fingers

and if it isn't,
then it costs you.

You have a brutal way
of describing things,

but I'm sure you're right.

No, no. | admire click
of the fingers Christians.

They see a problem
and they try to solve it.

I'm about as far from a click
of the fingers Christian

as you can get.

But you followed your conviction

to live a consecrated life.

(Suspenseful music)

Yes.

Well, this has become my home.

For better or worse.

You make it sound like
you're not happy here.

It's a good thing,
what you're doing

and I'm sorry,
conviction is another word | don't like.

I'll fetch the Abbess.

You know, you are supposed
to make an appointment

before coming here.

We are enclosed.

| can find the Abbess.
Please, get on with your duties.

| shouldn't have disturbed you,
I'm sorry.

(music swells)

(hymnal singing)

(hurried footsteps)

(birdsong)

Father Hicks!

Father...

You're, er,
you're leaving already?

Oh, er, well, you were right.

The Abbess told me
to make an appointment.

She's, um,
she's quite formidable.

You all are.

I-| didn't mean
to be cruel before.

Er, no. You weren't.

Brutal. Cruel.

Oh. I-I didn't mean,

when | used that word
| didn't mean...

Yes. | just thought, er...

Thank you for sharing
your struggles with me.

| didn't mean to be
dismissive of them...

Sister, you've done
nothing wrong.

Anna.

Call me Anna.

David.

(gentle music)

The girl whose
mother's being hurt...

(sighs)

Maybe...maybe she could
find peace here,

but here is not the only peace.

Particularly if she's
leaving her mother behind.

We are not a refuge.

It doesn't work
if we're a refuge.

And...

And we can't save her for you.

No.

We've devoted...we devote
ourselves to something better.

And | think the question we all
have to ask ourselves,

David, is...

is if we've done
something right.

If we've listened to our hearts
and we've done something right.

You should have been a preacher.

You're laughing at me.

No, | don't think
| ever want to laugh at you...

Anna.

I, um...

must get to church.

Bye.

Bye.

—Morning.
—-Do you mind if you stay away

from my daughter?

Your daughter sought
spiritual guidance, | can't not...

Yeah, well, just stay the fuck away,
yeah, big man?

Bit early in the morning
for a drink, isn't it, Phil?

Stealing kids off the poor,
is that what you do?

Just take 'em, stick 'em
in a fucking castle

and throw away the key?

Look, why don't we go inside
and talk about this properly?

| do recognise you're
Tina's spiritual guide too, so...

Uh! Ah! Oh...

(struggling)

Ah! Uh...

Ah...(gasps)

Do not tell me or my daughter

or my fucking wife what's right.

You meddling little fuck!

Oh...

(clock ticking)

(bleating)

Oh, I'm sorry, Sister,

| was just going to wake you,

and then | caught sight
of this fawn.

I'm sure you want them
chased away

before they eat your vegetables.

No. No, my garden's
well protected.

We had a deer that used
to come right up to the windows.

Must be forty,
no, sixty years ago.

And would you feed it?

Well, | once tried
to stroke its nose.

It didn't like that.

(bleating)

| was scared
it wouldn't come back,

but it did.

And then...

it didn't.

| always worried perhaps someone
took advantage of its innocence

and killed it.

| did miss it.

Have you really been here
for sixty years, Polly?

74.

| came when | was 16.

A wonderful life.

I'm pleased you stood
in defence of Bimpe.

| think she has what it takes,
| really do.

(footsteps receding)

(poignant music)

(wind gently gusting)

(music swells)

(engine rumbling)

(distant sirens)

Good day.

Oh, I'd like to speak
to Father Hicks please.

Er, | believe he's at home.

Can | help?

No.

Um...

Then | will call him
on the phone.

Thank you.

(phone vibrating)

Hello?

Where is she?

Er, no, no, no,
I'll, ll come straight down.

Sister?

I'm sorry, Anna.

You asked for me.

What's happened to your face?

Oh, |, um...

| got into a fight
with a slippery cobblestone.

What are you...

Can we go somewhere,
er, a little less quiet?

(background traffic)
(dog barking)

| always promised
myself that, er,

| would see the problems
in front of me clearly.

| always promised myself...

-Do you not want to sit down?
-Er, no. No. Um...

Er, | always promised myself
that | would be honest,

that | could be honest
about how | feel.

Good.

And | see you and I'm...

I'm cruel to you.

You weren't cruel.

And I...(sighs)

| think it's important
to understand why,

when you came to visit,
why | was casual with you.

Um, and | think it's important

to say and well, to act...

On...

when, when you touched my hand.

(poignant music)

And | believe | should listen
to my inner truth

and I, | believe...

| believe that | have never felt
the way that you make me feel.

Does the convent
know you're here?

Anna, does the convent
know you're here?

Er, well, they've probably
worked it out by now.

And you intend to...

Yes.

Why?

Simply because
| touched your hand?

Because you felt
feelings for me?

Well, there was nothing
simple about it.

l, er, | thought
you felt the same.

The same sort of feelings.

(Suspenseful music)

I'm so sorry.

But you...but you came back.

You-you came back to the Womack.

I'm so sorry if | presented,

if, um...

| made you f-feel, think...

| can...

Um, there's someone here can,
can drive you.

Uh, Muriel, she's...
she's a parishioner.

She volunteers in the café here.

She...she's nice
and | know she has a Car.

Uh, you're suggesting | go back?

| don't Know what to suggest.

You're...you're saying that
I've read something

that isn't there?

Err...

Um...(sniffs)

No.

No, I-l won't be going back.

Where will you stay?

| didn't come here
to talk to you about my accommodation.

Have you, have you any money?

No. Er, but I...

Er...

Um...

—I'm, I'm really sorry.
-Yeah.

So you said.

(dramatic music)

(dog barking)
(arguing in street)

(alarm blaring)

(dog barking)

(distant sirens)

Yes.

Yes, | will need
somewhere to stay.

(dramatic music)