All language subtitles for Body . Soul 1993 1

(gentle music)

- [Woman] Touch no one.

And do not allow yourself

to be touched without necessity

or evident reason, however innocent.

Never take what you don't need.

Repress particular friendships

and fly from them as a mortal plague.

(bell clanging)

Do not smell fragrant
herbs, fruit, or flowers,

much less bring them into your cell

or keep them for the pleasant odour.

- [Woman] Clothe my soul, oh Lord,

with the nuptial robe of chastity,

that pure and undefiled I may
wear it before thy judgement .

Oh, immaculate heart of Mary,

obtain for me purity of body and soul.

(slow music)

(birds chirping)

(bell clanging)

(door knocking)

- [Sister] Blessed be His Holy name.

- [Nun] Be forever praised.

(bell clanging)

(birds chirping)

(door knocking)

- [Sister] Blessed be His Holy name.

- [Nun] Be forever praised.

(bell clanging)

(bell clanging)

- [Sister] Blessed be His Holy name.

- [Nun] Be forever praised.

(bell clanging)

- [Sister] Blessed be His Holy name.

- [Nun] Be forever praised.

(bell clanging)

(door knocking)

- Blessed be His Holy name.

- Be forever praised.

(bell clanging)

(slow music)

(birds squawking)

♪ It is good to give thanks to the Lord ♪

♪ To make music to your
name, O most high ♪

♪ To proclaim your love in the morning ♪

♪ And your truth in the
watches of the night ♪

♪ On the 10-stringed lyre and the lute ♪

♪ With the murmuring sound of the harp ♪

♪ Your deeds, O Lord, have made me glad ♪

♪ For the work of your
hands I shout with joy ♪

♪ O Lord, how great are your words ♪

♪ How deep are your designs ♪

♪ For the foolish man cannot know this ♪

♪ And the fool cannot understand ♪

(slow music)
(birds squawking)

(cutlery thudding)

(birds squawking)

- Mind the step.

Mind the step.

Yes, sir.

- The knitting wools have done well again.

With the candles, stationary,

and donations, that comes to.

Well, I don't think we'll
be getting a washing machine

this month, and we may
have to cancel the cruise.

- Not meeting our overheads, are we?

- Well, St. Teresa of
Avila once told her nuns,

"Supper would be at
six if there were any."

She didn't starve, nor do we.

- I don't see why we
can't produce more wool.

I think the shop would take it.

- Yes, but we're not a commercial concern.

- But we need the money.

Oh, I know, the sin of pride,

thinking I know best when I know nothing.

- A lot of questions today, Sister.

Have you the pains again?

- Dreadful cramps.

- Well, menstruation isn't a sin.

Did you speak to Sister Peter?

- She said, "I'm sure you're
not oversexed, Sister Gabriel.

"You're not eccentric."

So I asked why I felt such emptiness.

"Don't be morbid," was what she said.

- There's a special pain
for the celibate woman.

- We take a vow not to touch others.

Well, that was easy for me.

No one in my family
ever touched each other.

We lose ourselves by taking men's names.

I thought I'd buried the
possibility of these feelings.

- It's cold here in winter
and I get very rheumaticky,

but it's a small price
to pay for such peace.

(bell clanging)

- [Both] Lord our
Father, we offer our work

this morning in union
with your divine intent.

(slow music)

(engine rumbling)

- These are the worst years for you.

Take care you do not
pass your pain to others.

- I beg your pardon, Sister?

- I can scarcely see these
days, but even I have noticed

your involvement with Sister Dominic.

- But, it's just a friendship.

It won't hurt the community.

It's not sensual.

- Is that what she thinks?

(slow music)

(slow dramatic music)

(engine rumbling)

(dramatic music)

(tyres squealing)

(car exploding)

(fire crackling)

(tractor rumbling)

- [Sister] There we go.

- [Nun] Don't ruin your Dior tights.

- Sister Dominic.

(Sister Dominic laughing)

Right, I'm off.

- You be careful, won't you?

- It only goes five miles an hour.

(Sister Dominic laughing)

- Is that Sister Gabriel
on top of that machine?

- [Sister Dominic] She's the
only one who can drive it.

- Thank you, Sister.

Perhaps you could tell
her that Reverend Mother

wishes to speak to her
after midday prayer.

Don't you have work to do, Sister?

- Sister Gabriel might need my help.

- It would be wrong to interfere

with Sister Gabriel's
private contemplation.

- I don't think I do.

- Well, if you say so.

- We're just friends.

There's no harm in that.

- When you go in twos,
the devil makes the third.

But it's not for me to criticise.

I apologise.

Now we've broken silence.

(birds chirping)

(typewriter clacking)

(door knocking)

(clock ticking)

- Sister Gabriel, there's
something I have to tell you.

It's a family matter, I'm afraid.

Your brother, Simon, he
had an accident in his car.

It was a remote spot.

By the time they found him, he had died.

- Must be a mistake.

- The doctor phoned me.

There is no doubt.

- But he can't die, he's so young.

People don't just die like that.

- Sister.

- How could this happen?

After Mum and Dad, how
could he die the same way?

- Sister, I cannot begin to understand

the cruel coincidences of this world.

Perhaps you'd like to go and lie down?

Your disquiet didn't start
with this news, did it?

I've been worried about you for some time.

- I thought-

- Even in the worst of times,
God sends compensations.

If you can look for
them, if you can believe

that nothing can pull you away from Him.

- What about Lynn and the children?

- It'll be harder for them.

They will have to learn to live
with the physical loss too.

We will pray for them in chapel.

Your sister-in-law did ask

if you could attend the funeral tomorrow.

(slow music)

Of course, I had to refuse.

- Anna, what's happened?

(door clicking)

- Now I call upon you to make
admission of your faults.

- I humbly confess to you, dear Mother,

and to you, dear Sisters, that
I slammed a door by mistake.

- [Reverend Mother] Say one Hail Mary

for the souls in purgatory.

- I humbly confess to
you, Reverend Mother,

and to you, dear Sisters, that
I broke the Great Silence.

And that I've had uncharitable thoughts.

- Say two Hail Marys for
the souls in purgatory.

Sister Gabriel, there's been

another phone call from Bradford.

It appears there are
circumstances which indicate

that you should be allowed to go home.

You may leave us for one week.

- But I hardly know my sister-in-law.

- Apparently she's dreadfully upset.

She has no family of her own.

- But I can't go out.

Surely it's not allowed.

- I am giving my permission.

- Oh.

But it's just, it's just that I'm,

it's just that I'm not sure I can cope.

- You'll be tending to
your family's needs,

Sister Gabriel, not your own.

Now there's a train at
8:40 in the morning.

It's an awful journey, but
there's no alternative.

You can keep your light
on this evening to pack.

I'll see you before you leave.

Oh, and I would prefer it if
you didn't eat on the train.

(slow music)

- What are you doing?

- No one saw me.

- What do you want?

- Promise me you'll
remember everything you see,

everything you smell and touch and hear.

Promise me you'll tell me
it all when you get back.

- You know we can't do this.

It's against the rules.

- Your beautiful mediaeval face.

- I don't know what I look like.

- I'll miss you.

(slow music)

(birds chirping)

- That will be enough for your
fare and any other expenses.

Here are your travelling instructions.

You'll arrive just after two.

Now be sure to sit next to

a nice type of woman on the train.

- Oh yes, Mother.

- Well, you'd better go.

The taxi will arrive within the hour.

Bless you, my child.

We'll keep you in our prayers.

Come back to us safely.

(locks thudding)

(rock music)

- [Woman] Thanks so much.

- [Man] Two returns to Shrewsbury, please.

Ta, thank you.

- Return to where?

Is that a B?

Bradford.

When are you coming back?

- Next week.

- Change Manchester. 36 pound 20.

- I'm sorry?

I only wanted second class.

- Don't get out much, do you?

(announcer speaking in Welsh)

- [Announcer] The train
approaching platform three

is the 10:13 service to
Birmingham New Street,

calling at Shrewsbury, Wolverhampton,

and due to arrive at
Birmingham New Street at 12:03.

(passengers talking)

(whistle blowing)

(train rumbling)

(man laughing)

(train rattling)

(people talking)

(whistle blowing)

- [Radio DJ] Traffic and weather together.

Now more of the best
music for West Yorkshire.

(upbeat rock music)

(slow music)

- Hello.

Are you Matthew?

Do you know who I am?

- Yeah.

Can't fix it.

I promised Jamie I would, but I can't.

- Oh dear.

- Dad said he'd do it.

- Well shall we go inside, and
I'll see what I can do later.

- You won't know how to fix it.

- Hello, Jamie.

Do you remember me?

- No.

- You came to visit me once in my convent.

- [Matthew] He was only a baby.

- Yes, of course.

- Why are you wearing those funny clothes?

Does your head come off?

- Oh, you mean this bit?

Yes, at night time.

Is your mother here, Matthew?

- Yeah, upstairs in bed.

- No, I'm not.

Take your aunt's clothes
to Jamie's room, Matt.

He can sleep with me.

Asking you here was our
doctor's idea, Anna.

I couldn't manage.

But if there'd been anybody else.

You might as well know
that from the start.

- I'm sorry about Simon.

We must pray that he's in peace.

- Yes, we must.

I know, I know.

But I got to have something,
and that bloody doctor

won't give me anything to knock me out.

- When's it due?

- Nine more glorious weeks.

And before you tell me it'll
be a wonderful reminder

of Simon, let me point out
that he didn't want it.

It was another responsibility for him.

Simon didn't like responsibility much.

- What do you want, a boy or a girl?

- Oh, for God's sake, I
just want it to be healthy.

If I can't give it a father,

I'd like it to have everything else.

Look, I'm sorry, you must be starving.

Let me make you something to eat.

- I'll do it.

- Why don't you go back to bed, Lynn?

It looks as if you haven't slept.

- If I sleep, I dream.

(slow music)

- Been doing a lot of cooking recently.

- Thank you.

(dramatic music)

(guns firing)

(upbeat music)

(monsters growling)

(cartoon blaring)

(TV chattering)

- Miss Lambton's put the horse

in a livery stable, Mr. Sykes.

I think your garden should be safe now.

Yeah, I know I said that last time,

but I hardly think the
horse is going to travel

all the way from Elsinby just
to wreck your garden, sir.

Right, my pleasure.

- [Man] Is that Greengrass here yet?

- [Officer] Not yet, Sarge.

- [Policeman] Look,
Sarge, about the arson-

- [Sergeant] Not now, Rowan.

Go and get Greengrass.

- [Rowan] Sergeant.

- [Sergeant] Now.

- [Man] How was Lord Ashfordly, Sarge?

- [Sergeant] Well, he said he saw

my point of view, Ventress.

- [Ventress] Oh, good, Sarge.

- [Sergeant] Yes, well,

he's a very reasonable man, his Lordship.

He understood completely when I explained

the demands on the modern police force.

(slow music)

(engine rumbling)

(dog barking)

(Lynn sobbing)

(Lynn sobbing)

- You escaped, didn't ya?

Got away from all this nonsense.

Perhaps if you'd been here none
of this would have happened.

- Please don't-

- Simon never wanted to
go into the business.

He hated the mill.

Could never make it work.

You knew that.
- Yes.

- But we had to look successful.

Had to have the house, and
the holidays, and the car.

God how he loved that bloody car.

He bought CDs instead of life insurance.

- What are CDs?

- The past few months he
got more and more depressed.

We didn't even...

He went to London for the meeting.

(slow music)

I don't know why.

And he, he just didn't come home.

I never could understand why
he took my car and not his.

- [Anna] We'll go through
the bills tomorrow

and we'll work something out.

- You don't understand.

It wasn't an accident, Anna.

The bastard killed himself.

- No, he couldn't.

- Why?

I suppose it's a mortal sin, isn't it?

The worst part was that
he'd written me a letter.

It arrived the next day.

It fell on the mat with all the bills.

And it said how the
mill was almost bankrupt

and it was all his fault and
he couldn't face the failure.

And that he loved us.

That's why he took the Mini.

He could tear our lives apart

but he couldn't bear to
smash up that bloody car.

Oh God, I'm sorry.

I don't mean to take it out on you.

I wanted you to come.

I don't know what to do, Anna.

You're not allowed to
touch anyone, are you?

- Not without good reason.

(Lynn sobbing)

- Do you always wear that awful hat?

(slow music)

- Is she dead?

- It looks like it.

- She's got a different head on.

- [Lynn] No.

- Well it has to be done.

The mill belongs to you now.

It's your only source of income.

- I can't go down there.

- You said it was Simon who
didn't like responsibilities.

- I knew you'd start defending him.

- Look, they've all sent cards.

And Peggy in the office has
sent two lots of flowers.

And the least you can do

is go down there and say thank you.

It's only for an hour, Lynn.

- But I feel such a mess.

And I've got no clean clothes.

- Then wash something, brush your hair.

Just do something.

- Do it yourself.

I didn't mean that.

I mean, I'll go if you come with me.

(birds chirping)

(engine rumbling)

You have to wear a seatbelt.

- Why?

- Because it's the law.

- [Anna] If things were bad as you say,

you may have to sell a house.

- [Lynn] Wouldn't help.

There's a second mortgage on it already.

- Then we'll just have to
put our faith in the mill.

- And God?
- Oh yes.

I'm afraid I took his
involvement for granted.

- Stan Beattie is still
the manager at the mill.

He knows more about it than I ever could.

- Oh, I remember Mr. Beattie.

- He won't like me interfering.

- [Anna] You ran a personnel department

before you married Simon.

You can tackle that.

- Stan said he would
take care of everything.

(horn honking)

- It's clear.

- I can't go there, Anna.

- [Anna] Don't let Stan
Beattie intimidate you.

(horns honking)

- It's not him, it's Simon.

- I can't go in that place.

What if they haven't
cleared away his things?

What if-
- Just pull over here.

(horns honking)

- [Anna] I can't, I'm shaking.

- Get out, come on.

Get out of the car.

(horns honking)

(upbeat music)

(Anna sighing)

(horn honking)

(horn honking)

- Hey, you stupid.

Oh God.

- Lynn, how lovely to see you.

- Look who's with me, Peggy.

- Anna.

Hello, love.

- Hello, Peggy, it's lovely to see you.

You haven't changed.

- Oh, I'm ancient.

Should have retired years ago. (laughs)

- I just wanted to come
down to say thanks.

- [Peggy] The girls that are all in today.

Why don't you go over and see them?

- Coming?

- No, I'd rather not.

I think I'll stay here.

Shouldn't really.

- What, mix with human beings?

Sorry, I'll only stay a minute.

- [Peggy] All right, love.

(slow music)

So glad you're here, Anna.

- [Anna] Oh, it's lovely to see you.

It's very strange being back here.

- [Peggy] Would you like a cup of tea?

- She ought to see Stan Beattie too.

Is he here?

- [Peggy] No.

Our Stan comes and goes
as he pleases these days.

- He told Lynn he was
taking care of everything.

- Oh, I'm sure.

You never liked Stan either, did you?

His eyes are too close together.

- He can't help his eyes.

- He can help where he puts them in.

And for the past two weeks

they haven't been off Mr. Simon's desk.

He means to sit behind it.

And I don't intend to
stand by and let it happen.

- Has he done anything?

- He's lied.

I see every piece of paper
that comes into this office

and things are not bad
as Stan Beattie says.

We are in trouble, but we could survive.

(slow music)

- You mean my brother died...

- [Peggy] I knew him too well, Anna.

I guessed it wasn't an accident.

But no, he didn't die for nothing.

Mr. Simon was very depressed.

He never liked the business.

He cooked up a fine old
mess for himself here.

But Stan Beattie stirred the pot.

He wants this mill and he wants it cheap.

- [Anna] Have you told Lynn about this?

- [Peggy] No, I didn't want to upset her.

- [Man] Oh yeah.

- [Woman] And Anna's back.

- [Peggy] But now you're here, Anna.

It's a blessing you came.

(slow music)