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I can't forgive, Father.

- I can't. - Sister! Sister.

I can't forgive.

The righteous must forgive.

I can't, Father.

This man has been dead for so long.

Pray for him. Grant him a glimpse of heaven.

I still hate him.

The thought of murder is sublime.

- It hammers at my brain. I want to... - No!

Sister, stop!

You're no longer in a state of grace. You've lost the grace of God.

You're a sick creature. You must find God again.

You're still sinning.

I cannot absolve you.

Jesus Christ be praised.

- May he ever be praised. - May he reign forever.

Good morning, Sister.

Good morning, Sister Gertrude.

Good morning, rise and shine.

God does not appreciate sloth.

Jesus Christ be praised.

Never, by God!

Alphonse, one of these nights, the devil will come tug on your feet.

- Good morning, Sister Gertrude. - Ignore him.

- Jesus Christ be praised. - Never!

- Good morning. - Good morning, Sister.

How do you feel today?

When will you stop sleeping in that tracksuit?

Sister, I want Florence.

- I want Florence. I like Florence. - I know, so you can spew obscenities at her.

These are two limp legs.

But the third one's still stiff!

Bichet!

Bichet and Jean, you're two dirty old men!

Neither of you will have fruit for a whole week.

François, Alphonse, Hector, in the infirmary at 8:00!

- Good morning, Sister. - Good morning.

Rise and shine.

Good morning. Come on. Don't be afraid.

Come here.

Come.

Eliane.

- Yes, Sister? - Take Marie to the bathroom.

Right away.

Sister.

Sister.

- What is it? - I want breakfast in bed.

You know that Dr. Poirret has to authorize that.

Send him to me.

I'm ready, Sister.

This place is full of old fools, including the eminent Dr. Poirret.

Hold still.

See? I'm not hurting you.

Not yet, Doctor.

You should be ashamed, François.

You've been in a dozen wars, and you're afraid of a few stitches.

- Sister Gertrude. - Yes, Dr. Poirret.

- Some suture and a scalpel. - A scalpel?

Doctor, what do you need a scalpel for?

It's nothing. Don't worry. A tiny incision, just a snip.

No, no.

I'm well acquainted with the military code.

Every operation has to be authorized by the War Ministry.

Sister Gertrude.

Sister Gertrude!

What are you waiting for?

- What's wrong with you this morning? - You know very well what's wrong.

Come on, it's just a case of nerves.

It's cancer, Doctor. Cancer!

I'll have Sister Mathieu take my place.

I'm sorry, Doctor. It's better this way.

You're too pretty to be a nun.

Cut it out, Pierre. You're embarrassing me.

Why do you always have to say such silly things?

But it's the truth.

If you keep this up, I'll have to stop visiting you.

There you go.

Why did you become a nun?

I know you have beautiful breasts.

- You just can't see them under that tent. - Stop it, or I'll call the nurse.

- Sister Mathieu. - Yes, Sister Gertrude?

Would you please assist Dr. Poirret?

I don't feel well this morning. You know what I'm talking about.

Yes, Sister Gertrude. Don't worry.

Sister Gertrude is mean.

Quiet!

You don't understand.

Sister Gertrude!

What are you doing? Are you crazy?

You might have killed her.

Antoinette is still alive, but it's no thanks to you.

We've known each other for 10 years, and you've always been an excellent nurse,

a comfort to everyone.

What's the matter with you now? Have you lost faith in yourself?

I'm not well, Doctor.

I gave you a checkup last week.

- You're the picture of health. - That's not true.

- You know I'm not well. - Really?

What are your symptoms?

Migraines, terrible pain in my head.

- What else? - I lose control of my actions.

I don't know what I'm doing.

My vision clouds.

You have to give me more morphine.

Absolutely not!

Then admit me to the hospital.

You already had an operation. You had a tumor, and it was removed.

You're just fixating on it.

You know that's not true.

It's normal to suffer from anxiety after an operation,

and I assure you I wouldn't lie to a nun.

You're not a specialist!

It's not humane to allow a sick woman to suffer.

I'll have to report you to the mother superior.

No one's stopping you.

What are you all doing here? Why don't you take them to their rooms?

- Come, Josephine. - Doctor, why were you arguing?

My dear Sister Gertrude, the medical reports are clear.

You're in perfect health.

You don't need to be admitted.

I'd like to remindyou I'm responsible for our patients.

In spite ofthe operation, I...

Thanks be to God, the operation appears to have cured you.

But in this condition, sometimes I e ven feel my faith wa vering.

Sister, please don't worry. These are sins of thought.

The X-rays prove thatyou are cured. The rest is pure hysteria.

But I'm suffering, Mother!

I can 't take it anymore!

Being a nun...

means suffering.

No, Mother, you're the one who wants me to suffer.

Shit.

"...the saint refused to renounce God.

So her tormentors took her and tied her to a table so they could torture her."

Lord, protect our missionaries.

"They yanked out all her teeth one by one,

and, in the bleeding sockets, they put"...

"...they put boiling oil.

One of them, seeing the saint's patience,

took a red-hot iron and shoved it right through her tongue."

"Then her tormentors"...

"...pierced her cheeks with sharp blades

and ran red-hot needles through her saintly lips.

When they saw that the saint was not yet dead,

they ripped off one of her breasts!"

Josephine!

I've told you that's not nice, and it's not hygienic!

You can't keep this revolting thing on the table where you eat!

- It's disgusting! Shame on you! - No, Sister Gertrude.

- I'll crush it! - What are you doing?

Yes, I'll crush it to pieces!

Disgusting thing!

I'll crush it!

No, Sister Gertrude!

Sister Gertrude, don't!

She's gone crazy.

What have I done, Josephine? What have I done?

Josephine!

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it.

Sister Gertrude, what's going on? Please calm down.

Go away!

Josephine, please.

Sister Mathieu! Sister Gertrude isn't feeling well.

Sister Mathieu!

Answer me. Don't make me feel so guilty.

I'll buy you a nicer one.

Go away!

- Out! Everybody out! - Calm down, Sister.

Out!

What is she doing?

Quiet.

Please wake up.

Mathieu!

- What is it? - I'm in pain.

They hate me.

Who hates you?

Everyone.

The patients, the nurses, everyone hates me.

They'd all like to see me dead.

Maybe even you.

What are you saying? I would never...

They hate me.

They don't want to believe I'm sick.

Dr. Poirret thinks I'm hysterical.

Even the mother superior is happy I'm suffering.

I burned your X-rays.

Now they can't say you're hysterical anymore.

Now they'll have to believe you. They'll have to cure you.

You're crazy, Mathieu.

No.

I love you.

I love you, Gertrude.

Hello?

This is Sister Mathieu. Yes?

It's Dr. Poirret.

Josephine's ill. It's her heart.

Doctor Poirret wants you downstairs immediately.

All right, Doctor. She'll be right down.

What happened?

At dinner this evening, Sister Gertrude...

Josephine behaved very badly. I had to reprimand her.

Don't you know she has a bad heart?

Prepare me a shot of cardiotonic.

Right away, Sister Gertrude! Now!

One...

two...

three...

four...

...seven...

eight...

nine...

ten.

- She's with the angels now, Doctor. - We could have saved her.

With a little more respect for her age.

Eliane, go get the gurney.

What are you doing?

Go back to bed at once.

- Did she have any relatives? - A son.

I think he lives in Africa.

Close your eyes. God will listen to you just the same.

Sister Gertrude?

Don't worry about what Dr. Poirret said.

If it hadn't happened tonight... She was so sick.

Of course, Hélène. Pray now.

My God!

God!

I didn't mean to.

Poirret knows I'm not well.

Gertrude.

Why won't he help me?

We're waiting for you in the chapel.

I can't pray forJosephine. I don't want to.

There isn't any left.

Dr. Poirret's orders. You've been taking too much lately.

He can't give you any more.

I'll have to buy some, then.

How can we?

We don't have any money.

Wait.

I wanted...

I was going to give it to you

the day we left the nursing home together

to go find a good specialist to examine me.

It was my mother's.

She gave it to me the day I took the veil.

What a strange gift for a nun.

What would madam like?

Yes, today I am a lady.

- Madam would like a man. - I don't think I understood you correctly.

- A cognac. - That will be easier.

No.

Too Italian.

That one looks like a real Norseman, but...

Happily married, nothing doing.

That one 's not halfbad.

Sir, won 'tyou look at me?

No, he won 't.

Your cognac, ma'am.

Madam?

- How much is it? - Thirty francs.

Thank you very much.

Sir...

Sister Gertrude is dying to get laid.

We're one big family here, Sister Gertrude.

Your disagreements with the doctor are upsetting everyone.

But getting into an argument at the bedside of a dying woman...

I already informed my superiors about the incident.

I answer only to them.

But the scandal...

It is a delicate situation, Director,

but there is no scandal.

I myself am no longer authorized to share responsibility with Dr. Poirret.

But...

- I don't understand. - Of course you do.

Dr. Poirret is debilitated.

I am no longer capable of controlling my ward the way I used to.

There have been serious incidents lately.

Dr. Poirret can't make a correct diagnosis anymore.

Yes.

Unfortunately, I know that.

But Dr. Poirret has been with us for over 30 years now.

Thirty years are a long time.

Too long.

You're asking me to make a very serious decision.

I'm sorry.

In a few months, Dr. Poirret will open a clinic of his own.

I pity his patients.

But we can't wait that long.

Well, Director?

All right. I'll talk to Dr. Poirret.

- Satisfied? - Yes.

I didn't want to hurt him.

I just wanted him to be punished.

Why won't he believe I'm really sick?

Permeate my body.

Permeate it.

Lord...

I can feel you forgiving me.

Sister Gertrude.

Are you ill?

You're cured.

My daughter.

The Lord has saved his bride.

- I can help you. - What do you want?

- I'm right here. - What do you want from me?

Père Jannot has killed himself! Père Jannot has killed himself!

Back inside, all of you!

Looking at death won't help you be less afraid of it.

It's no use!

Go to the chapel.

Everyone go pray in the chapel!

PèreJannot...

They're leaving.

Don't worry. They won't find out.

What's to find out? It was an accident.

I found this.

I took it out of the laundry hamper.

I didn't want them to find it.

- Whose is it? - It's yours.

It's monogrammed.

I'll burn it.

Mine?

It's mine.

What about the blood?

Oh, my God.

- They won't find out. - My God.

- My head. - Calm down, please.

- Gertrude, please. - My head.

Leave me alone, Mathieu! Don't touch me!

Lift it up.

Sister Gertrude.

Sister Gertrude!

Yes, Dr. Poirret?

The director has asked to see me.

Any idea why?

No.

In any case, don't worry.

I won't mention your problems.

In spite of everything, you're still the best ward supervisor I've ever had.

Thank you, Doctor.

- What do you mean? - Come on. Everyone's talking about it.

Sister Mathieu and Sister Gertrude!

Your position is that of an old militarist!

- I'm a social anarchist. - You're an idiot.

- He's terrible. - You know what the general's like.

There's nothing left. I'm hungry.

That's enough, Hélène. A real lady is never hungry.

Did you arrange the flowers, dear? They're lovely.

Here, eat this.

- Who is that handsome young man? - Maybe he's a new patient.

- That's crazy. He's healthier than all of us. - He looks so distinguished.

Can you help me? This grass is full of holes.

Hello. I'm Dr. Patrick Roland. May I shake your hand?

Of course, Doctor. It's an honor.

- The new doctor is really handsome. - I can't be interested in such things.

- But he's gorgeous. - Cut it out, Pierre.

...some good English tea with lemon.

- But tea isn't nourishing. - Trust me, dear. It's very chic.

- Hello. - Hello.

Bonjour. Please, no formalities. Just call me Baroness.

- You see, Doctor, my problem... - You must be patient with us.

- We're all in excellent health. - Sure, we're just here on vacation.

Funny.

- Doctor, I have 11 children. - That doesn't sound like a disease.

Have you already noted down that I suffer from diarrhea?

Why are you laughing? It's a serious illness.

Besides, it's sexually debilitating, right, Doctor?

I have it too.

It's caused by that disgusting slop, that shitty soup.

- What do you think? - Military rations.

Ladies and gentlemen!

The doctor isn't on duty,

especially not so he can listen to a bunch of imaginary ailments.

All most of you need is a stroll, a few nice long walks.

Breathe deeply. Air and sun are the good Lord's medicine.

Sister Mathieu!

- Sister Mathieu. - Yes, Sister.

Come here immediately.

Organize a game.

Idleness gives them time to think of their ailments.

Everyone come here, quickly.

I hope they weren't bothering you.

They're really like children.

They want all the attention.

You don't seem to treat them like children.

I've been with them for over 10 years. Dr. Poirret must have told you.

Yes, he spoke to me about you...

at great length.

Sister Gertrude!

I can see you're busy. I'll leave you to it.

Are you coming or not?

- Sister Gertrude! - Yes, Sister Mathieu.

- At last! - We're playing the truth game.

It was your idea, so you have to go first.

- All right? - Yes, but watch what you say.

If you behave, I can arrange some dessert tonight.

Let's hope it's St. Honoré cake!

We haven't had any dessert since last week.

Give her an easy riddle so she doesn't get mad.

I think it's time we told her exactly what we think of her.

She deserves it. She's so arrogant.

She's spying on us.

- No, Sister Gertrude! No peeking! - All right.

Pierre, listen. This is a good one.

This one's even better. Listen.

Enough. You talk too much.

Sister Gertrude, come here. We're ready.

- The phrase is, "The world says..." - Okay.

- Come on. Let's all sit on the ground. - Wait, Pierre.

- I don't think anyone will guess. - You're such a pessimist.

- Let go of me. - Okay.

You're our spokesperson, okay?

- So, what does the world say about me? - I'm the spokesperson?

The world says, the world says...

that you make us say too many prayers, by God.

- That's Alphonse. - That's not fair! He imitated my voice.

As your punishment, you'll say six Paternosters before bed.

I can't do that!

I'm an anarchist, a radical socialist, an atheist, an anticlerical!

I can't say such things!

That's why it's called a punishment.

What else does the world say about me?

The world says...

- I don't know if I can say it. - Why did you stop?

What are you afraid of, Pierre? It's just a game.

Only if Sister Gertrude says I can.

Of course, Pierre.

Sister Mathieu is right. It's just a game.

The world says you're a murderer.

Pierre...

who said that?

Tell me, Pierre! Who said it?

I need to know, Pierre.

- Please. - I knew it. I knew it.

How malicious. Who was it?

Not us.

How can I tell you?

- Help me, Alphonse. - Okay.

Up you get.

There.

Pierre...

I beseech you.

See? They'll do anything to be alone.

- So you think it's true? - They're lesbians.

- And you know what? - What?

Sister Gertrude is the worst.

- Are you sure? - Of course!

- A patient even saw them. - You're kidding!

That's right.

- Like that. - They're such good dancers.

- But I remember... - Alphonse, you're unbearable.

- I'm still a bit hungry. - ...the old guard!

- Could we get something to drink? - And to eat.

I remember, at their age...

I was such a good dancer.

- When you were blonde. - How dare you?

- My record player! - It's not yours! It belongs to the clinic.

Let's take shelter under that tree!

Gertrude, you're getting soaked.

Go join the others.

Have glasses of warm milk prepared for everyone.

I'm going to the chapel to pray.

Like a cookie.

Come up here now! To the sky, to heaven!

I can't forgive, Father.

I see him in every one of them,

in all the old men like him.

They want to kill me.

They're afraid I might be saved.

Why do they want me dead?

All they do is provoke me.

They're pushing me away from God.

Gertrude, please.

- You're so funny. - What?

You've been courting me ever since you were transferred here.

You keep showing me your big, bulging breasts, hoping I'll jump into bed with you.

Gertrude, please!

Don't play dumb with me.

You're a nun whore!

I've seen how you act with the new doctor. Since you're lesbian, I have no idea why.

But I've taken care ofyou.

- What have you done? - Don't worry. It's a gift.

It's under your pillow.

You'll like it, you'll see.

What's this?

- Put them on. - No.

- Put them on! - I can't.

Put them on or I'll hit you!

You see them all accusing me, and you do nothing to defend me.

Is that how you show me your love?

You're a nun whore.

I like men, Mathieu, even though I decided to be a nun.

I like to make love. It's a perfectly natural act.

But if I ever do it with a woman, I want her to have silk stockings.

Go on, Mathieu.

Say it.

"I'm a nun whore."

I'm a nun whore.

Now come here.

I love you, Gertrude. I love you.

- Come in. - Good morning, Doctor.

I'm standing in for Sister Gertrude.

Why?

Is she not feeling well?

She had a brain tumor removed a while ago,

and she still has bad headaches.

You seem worried. Are her medical records available?

- Yes. - Get them for me. I'll take a look.

Calm yourself.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...

I noticed we don't have a supply of disinfectants like Bactine,

or other non-alcohol-based disinfectants.

Doctor, come look at this.

Christ!

Follow me!

Merciful God.

He's dead.

Why ravage a poor old man like this?

And with such cruelty.

Go find the director and tell him Jean is dead.

Tell him to notify the police.

- What happened? - It'sJean. He's dead!

- Someone killed him. - Merciful God in heaven!

- Who killed him? - Who could it have been?

It wasn't me.

- Come on, Florence. Let's go. - Where? Why?

My dear, no one's accusing you. Theyjust want to question you.

- But I... - Florence, get in.

...two, one, two, one, two...

That's enough! Stop it!

- Have you gone mad? - Don't interfere with my work.

- They're exhausted. Can't you see? - Don't interfere with my work.

Go! Get out of here! What are you waiting for?

I told you to leave.

Exercise class is over.

You'll kill them like this.

Aren't you hungry tonight, Marie?

Well?

Then I guess we'll all fast tonight.

Any objections?

Everyone on their feet!

- Are we leaving too? - Of course.

What do you want to do? Do you want to eat here alone?

Too bad. It was vegetable puree.

Sister Gertrude.

All together now!

Let us all pray for the good soul ofJean Gordin.

Let's say the prayer of the dead.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit,

grant them eternal peace, O Lord,

and may eternal light shine on them.

May they rest in peace. Amen.

Grant them eternal peace, O Lord,

and may eternal light shine on them.

May they rest in peace. Amen.

Grant them eternal peace, O Lord,

and may eternal light shine on them.

May they rest in peace. Amen.

Grant them eternal peace, O Lord,

and may eternal light shine on them!

May they rest in peace! Amen!

What's happening?

I'm not a murderer.

Murderer!

- You're crazy! - I'm not a murderer.

You're crazy!

Crazy!

Oh, my God.

I'm not crazy.

I'm not crazy!

Murderer.

No one has ever dared

to say one word against, let alone to raise a hand against,

those who have devoted their lives to your well-being.

On their recommendation, I'm willing to speak with each of you privately.

You saw the whole thing, unless you were lying to me.

No, I didn't see a thing.

Sister Gertrude.

I was in the bathroom.

- My eyes are... - Lies, lies.

- You hit her! And with my cane too. - No, I...

Why me?

It could have been Sister Mathieu.

- Sister Mathieu? - Sure.

Or maybe Pierre. That boy's not all there.

- Tell the director, dear. - You mark my words.

Or one of the orderlies.

Not Florence, of course.

Poor girl. But even the twins...

Hélène.

Where are you going, Hélène?

What are you doing?

Hélène.

Come in.

- Oh, it's you. - I can come back later if you're busy.

No.

It's just that I was expecting someone else.

- A spy? - A collaborator, Dr. Patrick.

A collaborator.

After what happened to Sister Gertrude...

It was the least she could expect.

Dr. Patrick.

I took this job because I was told Dr. Poirret was no longer fit to practice.

Instead, I find that not a single chart is out of order.

There is not one incorrect or confused diagnosis.

What was the real reason for his departure?

Sister Gertrude.

Of course. The number of deaths goes up, then there's the murder.

- It was an accident, wasn't it? - No.

The autopsy will confirm it.

Jean was smothered.

His throat was full of cotton.

It expanded and split his throat open.

Enough.

Enough!

That's conjecture. It's mere conjecture.

- Why don't you report her to the police? - I can't.

Sister Gertrude took over myjob of keeping the records on psychotropic and narcotic drugs.

She did it as a personal favor.

I'm sure Sister Gertrude could explain all this much better than I.

Miss, get me Sister Gertrude.

No, I'll do it myself.

- Sister Gertrude? - Hello?

Yes.

Is it urgent?

All right. I'll be right there.

It wasn't me.

I didn't kill her.

I'm not a murderer.

There, there.

- I cared about Hélène. - Yes, yes.

Don't talk like that.

Gertrude, please.

Please, calm down.

Hold still. I'm giving you a sedative.

Dr. Patrick, why?

We'll talk about it when this is all over.

Our reputation must come first.

- Understood? - I do.

This is a religious institution. We can't afford a scandal.

Our work is more than just an ordinaryjob. It's a mission.

As such, it must be respected and protected from political speculation.

- Have I made myself clear? - Of course.

You didn't understand a word.

- Pierre! - Not a word.

- What didn't I understand? - Nothing, nothing.

The police always set things right, no matter what's happened. It's all over.

You're crazy. It's just getting started.

I don't understand you, Pierre.

- You don't trust the police, do you? - No.

Why are you such a pessimist?

The police serve the citizens.

Sometimes the police can't do a damn thing.

Don't you get it?

You know what, Pierre?

You won't undermine my faith in public institutions. I believe in them.

Give that here.

Now your legs.

Are you all right like that?

If you want to draw, use this.

- Good night, Pierre. - I'm telling you, it's just getting started.

- Oh, shut up. - François.

- François. - Forget it, Pierre.

It doesn't matter.

Any news, miss?

- The only news is that you're still up. - Thank you.

Bitch.

Pierre.

Pierre.

Wake up.

Pierre.

Now you'll talk, Pierre.

Who told you I'm a murderer?

Who was it?

Pierre...

I beseech you, tell me who it was.

Who hates me that much?

I can't tell you.

I'm not worth anything.

The person who said it is important.

If I die, no one will mourn me.

- I'll come back when you're ready to talk. - No!

I just hope it's not too late for you.

There's no conspiracy.

There is only evil. You can't ask me to fix your problems.

I'm worthless. I told you.

Good-bye, Pierre.

You'll get your crutches back when you decide to talk.

Dr. Patrick!

- Well? - I haven't found her, Sister.

This is useless.

You keep looking in the halls. I'll go down to the courtyard.

Yes, Sister.

- Nurse, where are you going? - I still haven't found her.

I was thinking of telling the director.

Don't you worry about that. Just go help Eliane.

But...

- Follow orders. - I don't understand.

Sister Mathieu.

- Why are you still up? - I'm looking for Sister Gertrude.

Don't worry about finding Sister Gertrude.

Go to bed.

Doctor.

Dr. Patrick!

Mathieu?

No.

Not her!

- Are you sure? - I've looked everywhere for her.

I can't find her. Sister Gertrude left the room while I was sleeping.

I have no idea where she is or what she's doing.

All right. I understand.

Don't worry, Sister Mathieu.

We've already decided what needs to be done.

Damn her!

Damn her.

There it is.

I'm certain of it, Mother Superior. She will be arrested.

No, Pierre hasn't been found yet. We fear the worst, naturally.

Gertrude...

Sister Gertrude must leave the nursing home.

What is this world coming to?

- Pardon me? - Nothing.

I'll send a car. It will be by the service entrance.

I'll make sure e verything is ready.

- Are there any police there? - No, Mother Superior.

As I predicted.

Come, Gertrude.

Just a few more steps.

It's that car over there.

See?

Why?

Everyone's been calling me. They're all looking for you.

Inspector Ravel, poor Vanderken, even a reporter from Le Monde.

Do you know what they're saying? Horrible things.

Yet for every bad nun,

there are hundreds who live only for the good of others,

who make sacrifices every day.

The world is unfair, Sister Gertrude.

- Oh, Lord. - What are you doing?

- Lord. - Sister Gertrude!

- Lord, my God. - Gertrude!

Mother...

I did not commit those crimes.

- There's a murderer among us. - What an ugly word.

They were accidents.

Accidents.

Yes, Mother?

I have her image here, imprinted on my brain.

Aren't you merciful, Mother?

I could never kill. Believe me. I couldn't.

- Take Sister Gertrude to her cell. - Very well, Mother Superior.

And watch over her.

She's very ill. She doesn't know what she's saying.

She needs special care. I'm relying on you.

Enjoy your rest, Sister Gertrude.

- Sister? - Yes, Mother Superior?

I'm certain you understand what I expect of you.

You should know that I hold you personally responsible.

Go.

Why were you stealing the narcotics?

Sister Gertrude needed morphine.

- What do you mean by "needed"? - She was suffering.

- So? - I helped her.

- Why did you do it? - It was my duty.

It is not your duty to procure drugs for a drug addict.

There will be an inquiry, a trial. I'll have to report you too, Sister Mathieu.

No, I beg of you!

What are you doing? Are you crazy?

- I had to save Sister Gertrude. - Please, calm down.

She's all I have, Doctor.

Save me. Say you made a mistake.

Say no one stole the morphine except Sister Gertrude.

I'll do anything you want, anything, Doctor.

We could be living together for years.

Save me. I'll do anything, anything.

If you don't help me, I'll kill myself right here in front of you.

But I know you don't want that. I know you love me.

Otherwise you would have already reported me.

Sister Gertrude.

Lie down, Sister Gertrude.

Some rest will do you good.

I have to do it.

I have to do it.

Here's your medicine, Sister Gertrude.

Drink it, please.

Go on. Drink it.

Sister Gertrude, you must take your medicine.

Those are the reverend mother's orders.

I'll leave it here.

The murderer...

A sublime desire to kill hammers at my brain.

I want to kill him.

My grandfather deserves to die.

He puts his hands all over me.

He fondles my body obscenely.

And Daddy and Mommy don't believe me.

"Liar," they say.

Gertrude doesn't believe me either, Father.

But I love her. I proved it to her.

She still didn't believe me.

Old men are evil, Father, very evil.

No one will believe me, but we must kill them all.

Kill them, Father, kill them all.

As long as he touches me,

I'll kill him...

without remorse,

with a clear conscience.

I'll kill him.