All language subtitles for The Flying Nun s03e20 The Somnaviatrix.eng

♪♪

[barking]

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[narrator]
One morning, we had two mysteries

at the Convent San Tanco.

The first
was that Sister Bertrille

didn't show up
for breakfast.

And she knew
we were having pancakes.

We discovered the second
when the Reverend Mother and I

went to investigate.

[screams]

Sister Bertrille.
What is the matter?

Oh.

I saw these lilies
and I thought I was dead.

All right. Who did it?

Not me.

Well, it must have been
Sister Sixto

trying to get even for the mouse
I put in her guitar.

Sister Bertrille, up.

[narrator]
But it wasn't Sister Sixto.

There weren't even any lilies
like those in our garden.

So the mystery remained
a mystery.

But it wouldn't have been

if any of us ad been up
at 10:30 that night.

We all knew
Sister Bertrille could fly

and we all knew
she could sleep.

Somehow we never expected her
to put the two together

and fly in her sleep.

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♪♪

[narrator]
We had no idea that among those enjoying

the night air of San Tanco
were the trash collectors,

a few burglars
and our own Sister Bertrille,

sound asleep.

[grunts]

Okay, Sofia, stop. Stop it.

Oh.

We need one more person
to push.

What time is it now?

Almost 3:30.

I don't know what your father
is going to say

when he comes
right from Mayaguez

and hears that I brought you
home as the sun was coming up.

Papa is a sensible,
understanding, intelligent man.

And he'll kill me.

Yeah,
right after he kills me.

Oh.

What am I going to tell
my fiancé?

After all,
out all night with a man

old enough to be my father.

Sofia, if you don't mind,

I'm old enough to do business
with your father

but not to be your father.

And when he hears
that man was Carlos Ramirez...

Are you really as awful
as everybody says you are?

That's me.

I am surprised
my papa trusted you

to drive me home.

Your father has me
so tied up

on one
of his big business deals

that he knows I wouldn't dare
be dishonorable with you.

Let's try again.

♪♪

[engine revving]

Sister Bertrille.

What are you doing here?

I am just here.

Oh, good.
You're gonna help me push.

Nah, never mind.
I need a tow truck.

Find a telephone for me
and call the auto club.

Tell them I'm stuck
in the middle of Rosario Road.

Go through
the Cordoba farm.

I need a tow truck.

And don't take no
for an answer.

If they are not here
in 20 minutes, I'll tru--

Sister Bertrille?

Sister Bertrille,
where are you?

Carlos.

Carlos, I saw a nun
in the rear-view mirror.

But how did she get out here,
and where is she now?

Beats me.

♪♪

Señor Ramirez.

Señor Novello is on his way in,
and he is looking like this:

Oh, looks like his pants
are too tight.

More like the angry father
of a beautiful daughter.

Raoul,
this time is different.

This time
I am completely innocent.

Oh. Well, that is different.

And believe me,
it will look much worse

if a car hadn't passed by
and pushed us out.

There you are.

Mr. Novello, it's--

If you so much as touch me,
I will consider it an indignity.

My doctor forbids me
to lose my temper

or I'd be here
with a horse whip.

Just a minute--
And I told you at the party

I was taking
the midnight plane to Mayaguez.

I trusted you to bring my Sofia
home safely, and you said yes.

When I got home this morning,
the housekeeper told me

you get there after 5
in the morning. How dare you?

It was only 4.

Didn't you realize
she was engaged to be married?

She told me--
Ah, but you didn't care.

She's engaged to the son
of my dearest friend.

For years we've been
hoping against hope

they'd fall in love
with each other.

What will my friend say?

What will the son say?

Your disgraceful actions
have ruined everything.

I demand an explanation.

Naturally. I offer you
a thousand apologies.

We were stuck in a mudhole
for three hours.

Aha!

Aha is the truth.

What did she tell you?
The same thing.

You got together
on your stories.

Mr. Novello, be logical.

Would I risk our beautiful
business relationship

for one moment of romance?

Perhaps for all the girl
but my Sofia.

But my Sofia combines
an exquisite loveliness

with a passionate excitement

that would try
the blood of the saint.

Is that not so?
Yes, but...

You're not exactly a saint,
are you?

Well, not really.
So logically...

Mr. Novello,
I gave you my solemn word.

I swear on the Bible.

A man would swear to anything
for my Sofia.

Oh, boy.

Aha! The trophy collection.

This is where you display
the butterflies

that you've captured, huh?

This is where you would put
my So--

Or are you going to put her
in here, huh?

Mr. Novello, just a moment.

I have a witness
to our predicament last night.

Would you believe
the word of a nun?

[Bertrille] Okay, Horatio, now, beg.

You know. I taught
you how to do it yesterday.

Come on, beg.

Like this...

[panting]

[whimpers]

No, not play dead. Beg.

Play dead doesn't sound anything
like beg.

Or does it?
[knock on door]

Come in.

Oh, Sister Bertrille.
Am I glad to see you.

How come? What's wrong?
What do you mean by that?

I don't know,
but every time you see me,

you always say, "Please, Sister,
whatever it is,

the answer is no, no."

You do a very funny
imitation of me, Sister.

Imitations. You wanna see
something fantastic?

Watch this.

Okay, boy, play dead.

Play dead.

That's beg.
Yeah. Well, he'll be great

once he gets
a hearing aid.

All right.
Sister, let's go to the car.

Oh. Well, where are we going?
The father of the girl

I was with last night,
he's furious at me

because I drove her home
at 4:00 in the morning.

I'd like you to tell him
what happened.

Well-- How do I know
what happened?

And don't tell me.

You know, the mudhole.

Heh. Maybe I'm just not tracking
but you say "the mudhole"

as if it were some mutual friend
of ours or something.

But you saw me trying
to push the car out of it

at 3:30 this morning.

[Bertrille] Carlos,
you want me to tell him

you were stuck in a mudhole
last night

and that I saw you there?

Of course, let's go.
Well, wait a minute, Carlos.

You know
I'd do anything for you,

but I'm a nun.
I can't tell a lie like that.

I see you are in playful mood,
but this is not funny.

Who's laughing?

Not the father of the girl.

He's Antonio Novello,

and he owns the banks,
the tobacco warehouses.

He can snap me
between his fingers like this.

Ew. Don't do that.

I can't tell him I was there
if I wasn't.

But you were.
You know you were.

Oh, come on, Carlos.

I went to bed at 10:00
last night,

and got up
about quarter to 6.

[Carlos] And you deny
seeing me last night?

I most certainly do.

I do not believe this.

Well, I don't believe it
either.

I mean, using a nun
to get yourself out of a jam.

It's unbelievable.
And it's not like you.

I don't know why you deny
a simple request like this.

But this is a miserable,

unchristian way
to treat a friend.

Well, I--
I've had it with you.

Our friendship is over!
I--

And I don't want
to see you again.

And if you ever come into my
casino again asking for charity,

I will have you thrown out
for fraud.

Gee.

Sister Bertrille,

I'm afraid that we could not
help but overhear,

and I was surprised

that Señor Ramirez
asked you to lie for him.

I know. I tell you,
I just about slugged him.

Sister Bertrille.
I know, but still--

We know that basically
Señor Ramirez

is a wonderful, warm
and understanding...

[engine revs]
[tires squealing]

Not to mention angry man.

Well?

The Sister
was not at the convent.

Perhaps tomorrow.
Ha!

Tomorrow you'll probably produce
one of these girls

in a rented nun's costume.

Mr. Novello,
the Sister was at the road.

I swear on the heads
of my future children.

How charming. Look. I don't want
to be unnecessarily insulting,

but it's obvious,
your story is a fraud.

I want no more dealings
with you.

Mr. Novello, our business deal.
I'll be ruined.

Heh-heh. Probably.

Paco.
I'm sorry to interrupt, sir,

but I'll only be in a moment.
Huh.

Carlos Ramirez?

Yes?
My name is Paco Lopez.

I have the honor of being
engaged to Sofia Novello.

Oh, that's very--

As for you, sir,
how could you throw

my fiancée and your daughter
into the arms of a man

with his reputation.

I'm breaking off
our engagement!

Just what kind of father
are you?

I tell you.
You're a monster.

Paco, wait!

[narrator]
Because of his many kindnesses,

we all felt
that Carlos was almost

an honorary member
of the order.

And the Reverend Mother and I
were still worrying about him

late that evening.

[door thuds]

What--
Is she walking in her sleep.

She's flying
in her sleep.

[narrator]
We tried to wait up for her return,

but by early morning,

we'd both fallen
into troubled sleep ourselves.

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Ah, what--?

Oh.

Good morning,
Sister Bertrille.

Oh.

Oh, good morning,
Reverend Mother.

Oh, well, it looks like
it's gonna be a love--

What am I doing
in your room?

What are you doing
in my room?

What am I doing dressed?
What is this?

It looks like you pulled out
of a dive under a clothesline.

Wait a minute.
I don't understand.

What's going on here?

You have been flying.

See, I dreamt that I was flying
all over town and...

It was not a dream.
You were flying in your sleep.

Yes, you took off from
Convent San Tanco International

at 11:04 last night.

And you touched down at,
um...

Mm, little after 5.

You mean to tell me

that I've been flying
on instruments

for almost six hours?

Ooh.
What if the wind died or--?

All those high tension wires
and those big tall chimneys.

St. Christopher
or no St. Christopher,

somebody up there
was with me.

Yes, I'm sure of it.

However, Sister Bertrille,

if you were flying
in your sleep last night,

then, undoubtedly, you must
have been flying that morning

when you woke up
with the lilies.

And therefore you might
very well have been flying

in your sleep that night
that Señor Ramirez says

that you saw him
in the mudhole.

♪♪

[narrator]
Sister Bertrille was down at the Casino Carlos

as soon as it was open.

Good morning, Raoul.
Goodbye, Sister.

Raoul, I have something very
important to tell Carlos.

And if you try and interfere
in any way, shape or form

you'll be sorry
for the rest of your days.

[groans]

[grunts]

[knock on door]

Sorry,
but I had to lock Raoul out.

That's all right, Sister.
Yeah.

It's God's will.

Job was afflicted with boils,
I am afflicted with you.

Now, go ahead.

Tell me something
to make me feel

more miserable than I am.

Boy, do I owe you
an apology.

Boy, do you ever.

I just realized
that I was there that night.

Guess what
the explanation is.

Oh, you need a contribution
for the convent?

Money is a wonderful thing
for refreshing the memory.

Carlos, that's horrible.
I thought It was horrible

when you refused
to tell the truth for me.

I know. But you won't believe
what the explanation is.

Oh. You caught
the Asian amnesia.

No. I've been flying
in my sleep.

Ah, you've been flying
in your sleep.

Yes. Some people walk
in their sleep,

I fly in my sleep.
That's why I didn't remember.

Forgive me
for all the terrible things

I thought about you.
Oh, that's all right.

We are even. I thought some
terrible things about you too.

Heh. You did. Like what?

Never mind.
Let's go and see Antonio Novello

and explain what happened.
He'll never believe what--

Wait a minute.
I can't tell him.

It'll get all around town,

and the convent
would be like a circus.

You tell him that you went
to see a sick parishioner.

But that's a lie.

Sister Bertrille,
can you leave your order

for just a couple of hours

and become an ordinary
lying civilian?

No. But I'll think of some way
of bending the truth

without breaking it.
Okay.

Well, you see,
I just happened to be

traveling along in my sleep,

and I came across Sofia
and Carlos stuck in a mudhole.

Sister Bertrille, I'm going
to pin you to the wall.

I don't trust
this friendly approach.

If you were sleepwalking,

how did you manage
to see Carlos' car.

Well, it was kind of
like in a dream.

Of course. How logical.

How stupid of me to doubt even
for a fraction of a second.

As for the distance,
it's a muddy 15 miles to there

from the Convent San Tanco
and 15 miles back.

[chuckles]

Did anyone ever tell you
you have a ghastly smile?

A mere 30-mile stroll,
night, on a bad road.

And now tell me that you're
the Olympic walking champion,

you won a gold medal
in Mexico City,

and that you do this every night
so you can get a good workout

and still not lose
a night's sleep.

We need lawyers.
Now, I'm gonna call the convent

to find out what time
you got up, you went to bed.

I'm guessing we've established
a new world championship.

I wanna be the first
to congratulate you.

Stop--
Can you excuse us for a moment?

Sister Bertrille,
you have to tell him.

I can't.

You have
a moral responsibility

to clear the name
of an innocent man.

What's innocent about you?

Sister Bertrille,
if you don't speak up now,

it will be a sin
of omission.

Thinking up new stories
to try out on me?

Mr. Novello, you have
to give me your word

that you won't reveal any
of what I'm going to tell you.

I can't wait.
You have my promise.

Swell.

Well, you see I can fly.

You know, fly.

Fly?

I really can.

Can I?
Yes. I saw her many times.

I saw her that night.

Yes. And this particular night,
I have been flying in my sleep.

Do you understand?

Goes over
like a Led Zeppelin.

Well, I can see
I better show you.

Come on.

You will not believe this.

You bet I won't.

Prepare yourself
for a big surprise.

Sister! Sister.

She actually can fly.

Yeah, but I need
a little breeze,

and there wasn't any.

I understand.

I have an aunt who can fly.

Really?
Really?

Yes, she is a Boeing 707.

And she's been hijacked in Cuba
three times.

We've had enough fun now.
The street is over there.

And Señor Ramirez,
consider yourself bankrupt.

Mr. Novello,
I've done nothing.

Nothing except waste
a lot of my valuable time.

And as for you, Sister,
I'm gonna report you

to the ecclesiastical
authorities.

That was one
of my shortest flights.

It's all right, Sister.
It doesn't make any difference.

As soon as I take you back
to the car,

I'm going to drive off
the nearest cliff.

No, Carlos,
quit feeling sorry for yourself.

You heard him.
He's going to ruin me.

Yes, but all you need
for a fresh start

is a pair of dice
and a deck of cards.

It's Sofia and Paco
I'm worried about.

[knock on door]

[mother reverend] Come in.

Ah.

Reverend Mother.
I am Antonio Novello

and this is my daughter Sofia.
How do you do?

Sister Bertrille
has mentioned you.

Oh, you meant to say there is
a nun called Sister Bertrille.

I told you so.

Of course.
Shall I call her?

No, no, please don't.

But are you aware,
Reverend Mother,

that she is something
of a nut?

Papa.

Heh. Well, that depends

on one's definition
of a nuttiness.

Some people call anyone
who disagrees with them a nut.

Personally,
I make it a rule not to judge

the extent
of another person's nuttiness.

Well, she claims...

No. I made a promise,
and I intend to keep it.

What would you say,
Reverend Mother,

if I told you
that I could fly like this.

Oh, Papa, what is the difference
how she got there?

I saw her.

But Sister Bertrille claims
that she...

That she...

walks in her sleep.

Señor Novello,

what right
have you to doubt her word?

Anyone who says that she...
Argh.

I have seen her walk
in her sleep.

Do you doubt my word?

Not at the moment.

And I think
that you should learn

to trust
your daughter's word.

Thank you.
Well, I do trust her.

It's Carlos
I don't trust.

Paco, I'm Sister Bertrille.
Carlos' friend.

Yes. Well, I told you that
on the phone.

Won't you come this way?
I'd like to really...

I don't know
why I came here.

I look ridiculous enough
as it is.

My fiancée out all night
with a swinger like Carlos.

I'll tell you why you're here.
You'd like to believe

I did see their car
stuck in a mudhole.

Yeah.

But what were you doing there
3:30 in the morning?

You have to promise
not to tell anyone about this.

About what?
Well, you're gonna see something

that very few people
have seen,

and it'll explain a lot.

But you have to promise
not to tell a single soul.

Okay. What is it?

Yeah.
Well, if this doesn't work,

I'm a dead pelican.

♪♪

Sister...

you're airborne.

You're flying.

Isn't it fantastic?

This is how I got out
to where the car was stuck.

Fantastic.

Reverend Mother,
that nun does not enhance

the reputation
of this convent.

And may I add, I have a number
of influential friends

around in the area...
Señor Novello,

I have a number
of influential friends up there.

♪♪

Señor Novello.

Why do we not continue
our discussion

under more pleasant
surroundings? Sofia.

Our garden is right outside.
Why don't we go out?

If you insist.

♪♪

Yeah, I see what happened.

How do you do it?
Well, you see I'm very light,

and it turns out that
the aspect ratio of my habit,

plus the way my headdress
directs the airflow over it,

it creates a very efficient
high-lift, low-drag airfoil

when there's a breeze blowing.
Crazy.

Heh. Yeah.
Well, now that you know

the whole thing was innocent,
what about Sofia and her father?

They're in there talking
to the Reverend Mother.

Oh. Leave this to me,
Sister,

I just know
how to do this things.

Okay.

Sofia.
Paco.

What are you doing here?

Oh, Señor Novello, um...

I've been doing
a lot of thinking.

You may call it
soul searching.

And I've been talking things
over with Sister Bertrille,

who has a very good mind.
Oh. Thank you.

I keep coming
to the same conclusion.

Darling,
no matter how ridiculous

and outlandish
the explanations,

no matter what happened,
or didn't happen,

the only fact
is that I love you.

And I always will.

Paco, what a fine, intelligent,
forgiving attitude.

I can't tell you
how proud I'll be

to have you
for a son-in-law.

Thank you, sir.

[mouthing]
Carlos. To forgive Carlos.

And, uh...

And I hope you take
the same forgiving attitude

so I'll feel
equally proud of you.

Well, I'll straighten things up
with Carlos.

And, Sofia,
please forgive me.

Oh, of course, Papa.

[chuckles]

And, Sister,
how could I ever doubt you?

Thank you, I guess. Heh.

Reverend Mother.

Señor Novello.

Oh. I will pray for you

and your wonderful imagination,
Sister,

and hope that very soon

you will have
a complete recovery.

That was nicest apology
I never got.

♪♪

[narrator]
We tried everything including anchors

to keep Sister Bertrille
from sleep-flying.

But finally,
we had to set watches on her.

Then one midnight,

the Reverend Mother
solved the problem.

Everything's fine.

I'll take
the graveyard shift,

and Sister Sixto will relieve me
after eight bells.

Good.
She hasn't moved once.

Maybe she's over it.

Aah. Oh. Oh.

Oh! Ooh.

Ow! Ow!

[Reverend Mother] Sister Bertrille.

[chuckles]

I guess I was--

Sister Bertrille.

Yes, Reverend Mother.

I forbid you to do
any more sleep-flying.

Is that clear?

Yes, Reverend Mother.

[sighs]

Very well.

I think
that just might do it.

[narrator]
And sure enough, it did.

♪♪

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