All language subtitles for Sister.Emanuelle.1977.Uncut.1080p.BluRay.REMUX.AVC.ITA.ENG.DTS-HD.MA.1.0-MIRCrew_track6_[eng]

- It took you long enough.

I mentioned that I had an
important appointment, didn't I?

- Sir, I'm very sorry.

The trains are more late every day.

- That happens now that Italy's without

a good station master.

Before this government,
the trains ran on time.

I'm glad you're here, sisters.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Please step this way.

I've been anxious for you to get started

with my sweet little
Monica, my only daughter.

- You wrote to us that she's
a bit on the lively side,

and somewhat undisciplined.

But girls these days...

You know how they are.

- Undisciplined?

You must be joking.

Monica's still a baby.

Of course, she has her
weak points, we all do.

- Which we'll try to correct
with Christian patience.

- Marvelous.

Now, I've got to run.

Sergio, come here.

My wife will see you to the
station in the motorboat.

I hope you'll forgive my
rushing off like this.

Sergio, come and get the
sisters' luggage, will you?

- Yes, Senor Cazzabriga.

- You are Monica, I guess.

Is this a friend?

- No.

This is my mother.

- Oh, but she can't be. She...

- Not really, no.

It's just that I'm married
to Monica's father,

and so she calls me "mother."

- Bye, Mommy.

- Bye.

- I'll wake you up at 6:30
with a hot cup of coffee.

- I'll be up long before that.

Could I have some whiskey
to help me digest my dinner?

I was tempted to overeat
in the restaurant car.

- Certainly.

- Thank you.

- Goodnight, sisters.

If you ladies happen to need
anything during the night...

I mean, really, anything at all,

just press the call button by your bed.

Goodnight.
- Goodnight

- Monica and I will retire now.

I hope you get a good sleep.

- Now, why is my compartment
so far away from yours?

And right next to the bathroom!

- Sister Cecile, I thought
you wanted it like that,

with your condition.

Yes, indeed.

It's better that way.

Goodnight, and don't forget
that you all must die.

- Of course.

Oh, Sister.

- What is it?

- You mean we all must die.

- Naturally.

- You're included, as well.

- Of course, my dear.

I said something else, but I meant "we."

Good night to you.

Good night.

- Good night.

At last, the two of us, completely alone.

Do you think it's boring sleeping with me?

- Get undressed, Monica.

I'll take the upper bunk.

- Okay.

Did my father tell you why he's sending me

to the convent school?

- No, he didn't.

Why is he?

- He's jealous over Chris,

his child bride.

He's asking for it,

marrying such a young and beautiful wife.

Naturally, she's gonna be
fooling around with other guys.

Chris is 30 years younger.
What does he expect?

- Stop it, Monica, and go to sleep.

-All right, Sister.

You're the boss.

Daddy thinks I'm going to stay
put in that school, Sister,

but he's got it all wrong.

Are you there?

- What is it now?

- What made a pretty girl like
you want to enter a convent?

- Haven't you ever heard of vocation?

- Vocation?

I've heard of it, but I
wouldn't waste a face like yours

in a convent, Sister.

- Monica, be quiet and go to sleep.

- Sister, can you sleep like that,

with your clothes on?

Ah, she's modest.

Doesn't want me to see.

Sister Emanuelle, I'm afraid.

What is it, my child?

- Let me sleep next to you.

- Monica, what are you doing?

- I'm so afraid and cold.

- Monica.

- Let me sleep here.

- Don't be a child.

It's only a thunderstorm.

Now, don't worry.

I'm here.

Don't be afraid.

You were probably having a nightmare.

No, Sister, this really happened,

and I was afraid, so afraid.

It was stormy and Windy,

the lightning blazed on the water,

the rain beating down.

I was soaked to the
skin and freezing cold,

and I started to run to warm myself up.

Suddenly, there was a
bright flash of lightning,

and I saw them.

There were three of them.

Three ugly brutes.

And I could tell from
the gleam in their eyes

what they wanted.

They were waiting for me.

The way wolves wait for a
lamb that's lost its way.

- Get her!

- I started to run as hard as I could,

but they were too fast for me.

They reached out for me with
their dirty, hairy hands.

- You go first.

- Poor child.

Now I understand what it
is that made you afraid

of the storm tonight.

- Yes.

I can never forget the
brutality, or the violence.

- Monica, you must forgive
those who hurt you,

like a Christian martyr.

- No.

I hope those rapists will burn in Hell!

- Monica! How dare you!

Get into your own bed and stay there.

The Mother Superior will hear of this.

You weakling!

- I was just giving you a good night kiss.

What's wrong with that?

Why make such a fuss, Sister?

You're a lost soul.

- That's all right with me,
as long as I have a body.

- Monica, are you all right?

It's not Monica,
and I'm feeling awful.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Sister.

Is there anything I can do for you?

I can't imagine what.

Bladder trouble is God's
punishment on sinful flesh.

I'll pray for you.

Amen.

Yes, that's right.

Ah, like that.

Just like that.

Fine.

Oh, God... Yes...

Keep it up.

- Where have you been?

- To get some water.

I was thirsty.

- Reverend Mother, this is the new girl.

- Help!

Let me out!

I don't wanna stay here!

I wanna go home!

Let me out of here!

- Monica!

- I want to go home!

- Monica!

Stop that!

- She's got the Devil in her!

No!

- When I received you into our convent,

I was convinced of your
sincerity and your penitence.

I welcomed you, a wayward sinner,

because I felt you wanted
to leave the filthy swamps

in which you had lived,

and create a new and
holy life for yourself.

I thought that God would
perform a miracle for us.

And instead...

- But I have done nothing wrong, Mother.

I don't understand.

- You don't?

What about those panties?

You call them nothing?

- Panties?

What panties?

- Why, you shameless thing!

While you were struggling
to subdue that insane child,

I saw that you were not
wearing the underclothes

prescribed by your order.

- Forgive me.

Forgive me.

It's true, Reverend Mother.

I wasn't wearing them
because the rough linen

is irritating to my skin.

- Is that so?

Sacrilege!

You dare to talk to me of your skin?

The flesh should be purified
and punished for your sins.

For your sins!

- I'll do it.

I'll do it, Reverend Mother.

I'll wear them for castigation,
to humiliate my flesh,

and to make me suffer.

I beg you, to grant me your forgiveness.

Do not throw me back into
the evil I came from.

- Very well.

This time you are forgiven.

But remember what I say to you.

From now on, sinful sister,
I shall keep an eye on you,

and if I find you again
wearing that rag of perdition,

I shall expel you from our order,

and invoke Satan's punishment upon you.

I'll send you to a charity hospital.

- Where's the bathroom?

- Right there.

- Is it this one?

Do you have these attacks
of hysteria often?

- And how about your attacks of asininity?

Do you have them often?

- Listen, we all know
around here you're a pest.

That's why they put you with me.

- Don't tell me that.

You're one, as well.

- No, you don't get the picture.

I get the best marks in class.

- Sure, I mighta guessed.

- I also get the best marks for conduct.

- Marks are bullshit.

- Hmph.

Really, you could try the
most patient of the saints.

- Listen to this.

Don't tell me you're
in line for sainthood.

- No, not yet.

But I'm pretty certain
that I very soon could be,

if I could only get you
to act decently, Monica.

That's why they put me in with you.

- Of course, that's the reason why.

Will you cooperate?

- Don't worry.

I'm not gonna do anything to prevent you

from getting high grades.

Or should I say, winning a halo.

- Thank you. I think
we're going to be friends.

- That's right.

Ah, what about a little kiss
to celebrate our friendship?

- “Those who know about other lands

suggested places where I
might go to find myself.

And I, who had suffered real
and bitter despair at Carthage,

put my hopes in a false happiness at Rome.

But the real reason of my going to Rome

was known only to you,

and you neither declared
it to me, nor to my mother,

who shed many tears over my departure,

and came all the way down to the seashore

to say goodbye to me."

- I'm awfully sorry I'm
late, Reverend Mother.

- I didn't know the rules were so strict.

We're only two minutes late.

- No, do not sit down.

You will learn what it means to be late.

Take Sister Emanuelle's
place and read to us.

You may start serving.

- "My mother did all she
could to get me to stay,

pulling violently at my cloak.

And when she saw that I was resolved,

she begged to go with me."

- I'm afraid!

- What are you doing?

Are you crazy?

- Let me stay with you.

Please do.

- If you must,

I suppose you can.

Oh, I might have known.

To become a real saint,

I'll have to resist all kinds
of temptations here on Earth.

But sometimes it's not easy to do.

Monica, I've had enough, I can't stand it.

You promised you'd give you cooperation.

- What do you think this is?

- The storm.

Monica!

- No... No!

You mustn't!

Go away, it's wrong!

It's wrong!

- My children, remember
that we all must die.

My children, remember
that we all must die.

My children, remember
that we all must die.

Reverend Mother, remember
that we must die.

- Sister Cecile.

Just a minute.

I wish you would see to
this ailment, Sister.

You can stop waiting for a miracle.

Just look at this mess.

You've flooded the corridor.

- What are you doing to me, Father?

You're turning me into a waterfall.

- Here we are.

We'll stop here, girls.

Find a comfortable spot to sit.

- Sister Emanuelle,

can we go to that old house down there?

- Why? Is it really urgent?

- Yes.
- Yes.

- All right, Monica.

You can go first.

When you come back, Anna can go.

- Oh, but can't we go together, please?

- It's not sanitary.

Can I join the game, girls?

- Shut up.

- That's enough, girls.

Eating time, eating time!

Eating!

- I think we should eat now.

- A marvelous idea, Sister.

- Sister Emanuelle,

Monica's still gone.

- Monica!

Here, Francesca.

- Pass these out, please.

Napkins? Did we bring napkins?

- Yes!

- That took you long enough.

You can go now, Anna.

- Wait! I'd better go, too.

- If I were you, I wouldn't go.

- Monica, behave yourself.

- I said what I had to say,

so go right ahead if you wanna be killed.

- To be killed?

What is this?

- I escaped by a miracle.

That old house is nothing
but a living snake pit.

- A snake pit?

- And some of them were following me, too.

- Monica, where's the secret place?

- I'll show you where it is.

Come on, come on.

This way.

Come on.

- Listen, are you sure nobody knows?

- Not a soul, they're all asleep.

Don't worry.

You're Rene. I figured it out.

- How did you do that?

- I saw your picture in the paper,

and I read about the
awful things you've done.

You really must be crazy.

You've got half the country
scared to death of you,

the way you carry on.

If they catch you,
you're really in for it.

Aren't you afraid?

- No.

- Why? Should I be?

- Actually, I have a
weakness for men like you.

- So you trust me?

- Sure I do.

Because by coming here,

you've put yourself completely
in my hands, haven't you?

- I guess so.

Is this pig pen your idea of a hideout?

- It's not down here.

It's upstairs.

- Well,

it's not exactly the Grand
Hotel, but it looks okay.

Oh, beautiful little baby.

Gentle...

Sweet...

But what a whore.

- Don't you like me?

- Can't you tell?

- How late is it?

- 6 o'clock.

- That gives me one hour 'ti| reveille.

- An hour? Well, let's not waste it.

- Monica?

Monica?

Monica!

Monica?

Why weren't you in bed, you sneak?

Where were you?

- Didn't you hear what I said?

Where were you?

- With Sister Emanuelle.

So what?

- Stop that singing!

Stop it, I said!

You don't care what I feel, do you?

Stop it!

For God's sake, Monica, you're hurting me.

You do it on purpose!

You're bad and evil and hideous!

- What are you crying about?

- You're such a drag!

- Don't cry.

Just come and massage me a little.

- No!

You can go and get massaged
by your Sister Emanuelle.

- No, for God's sake, don't say that.

I'm never jealous, and I won't permit it.

You should never let it get a hold of you.

And if you don't do what I
say, then no more caressing me.

Anna, come on.

Do caress me.

You're fantastic.

Move down a little.

This is better than stupid
arguments over nothing.

- All right, girls, back to the classroom.

Move along.

-Anna.

Anna!

Listen, can I ask you
to do me a great favor?

- Just forget it.

- Take a message to Sister Emanuelle.

- Forget it.

- I'll never kiss you like that again

unless you go and do what I tell you.

- Okay.

- Who is it?

It's Anna.

- Anna?

Anna, What's the matter?

Are you ill?

- I've got to speak to you, Sister.

- At this hour, my dear?

All right, tell me.

Something serious?

- I guess so.

Monica has started getting
up during the night.

She puts her clothes in a
bundle under the blanket,

so it looks as though she's still in bed.

She did it tonight, too.

- Where does she go?

- Into the tower.

You mean, you didn't realize it?

- Of course not. How could I?

And what does she do in the tower?

- That's what I was asking myself,

"What does she do every
night in the tower?"

- Anna, you do wrong to come here.

This is scandal, and foolish gossip.

Go back to your room immediately

and ask pardon from Heaven
for your impure thoughts.

- Yes, Sister.

- Stay there.

I'm just getting started.

- Okay, baby.

Please, go on.

Continue, go on.

Come on, you little whore.

Show me what they teach you in this place.

Yes, like that.

Oh, yes.

Emanuelle!

- Emanuelle!

Stop.

Monica.

Down here a second.

Who is she?

All the other girls like her?

- She's not a student.

She's one of the nuns.

- Monica.

And who are you?

- All right, sis.

Let me introduce myself.

My name's Rene.

I rob banks, I push drugs.

A little of this, a little of that.

You know, Sister, you gotta do something

if you wanna make a living.

-And you let him in here?

- Yes.

He's acted like an angel to me.

- I'm going to expose your presence

in front of the Mother Superior.

- No. You mustn't tell.

- And who's going to stop me?

You?

- No, he will.

- Listen to me, Sister.

I wouldn't like to be
guilty of a massacre.

I think it'd be better if you'd shut up.

- Monica.

- The man said to shut up.

As long as nobody else
suspects that he's here,

you and I are the only ones who know,

and who are going to know.

That means we're accomplices.

- So?

-All right, I'll be quiet.

But get this clear.

I'll do it for the sake of the pupils.

I won't take any
responsibility for a massacre.

Anna!

What are you doing here?

Didn't I tell you to go back to your room

and ask forgiveness for your sins?

- Did you?

Why don't you pray for yourself?

- Anna, you're upset.

You don't know what you're saying.

- I know exactly what I'm saying.

Monica told me everything.

- Everything?

-All about you and she getting romantic.

She confessed that you two see each other

every night in the tower.

- Did she really say that?

- Yes.

-And you believed her?

- Yes.

-Anna.

Look at me.

I swear on the habit I
wear, on the Bible itself,

that there is no truth in
what Monica has told you.

She is a wicked girl,

worse than I could imagine.

You must believe me.

Anna.

Anna, I beg you.

You must believe me.

- Yes, I do.

- How relieved I am that you believe this.

To believe a lie... Such an
awful thing of a teacher,

a nun!

It's horrible.

It must have been an unbearable blow

for your purity and innocence.

What did you feel?

Unburden your thoughts.

- Jealousy started eating at me.

I was spiteful all the time.

I've never had such an intense emotion.

- Jealous, you say?

Jealous of me?

- Yes.

Because, you see, I'm mad about Monica.

But now I see this whole thing
was just a joke on her part

to get me to prove how mad.

Thanks, Sister.

- Get the bread, please.

- Yes, Sister.

- Morning, Sister.

I heard the Mother say that you were

working lunch for today.

Are you angry with me, Sister Emanuelle?

- Monica, how many lies have you told?

Why did you tell Anna that...?

- What else could I tell her?

That there was a mad, murdering
criminal in the tower?

So I made up a story.

- Monica...

You are very clever at confusing me.

Why did you get me to the tower?

Why did you involve me in your intrigues?

Why is there so much wickedness in you?

- One day I explained
the trauma of my life,

but it was beyond you.

- I understood quite well.

You were violated when
you were very young,

and your psychic balance has been upset.

But this does not justify you.

- You're unfair, Sister.

I need somebody to help me,
but you're not interested.

Monica, it's how you
reacted to that violence

that I don't understand.

You should detest me, and instead...

- For a time, I despised
both men and women,

including my father.

Monica, what are you doing?

- But, Papa, you told me
I should get friendly

with my stepmother, didn't you?

So father decided that a
convent would be ideal treatment

for such a child.

Actually, if you wanna know,

I think he was beginning
to get funny ideas himself.

- Stop it!

Stop it!

- My God, what's the matter?

You do everything possible

to get me to tell you these things

and it makes you lose your temper.

I'm beginning to think you
nuns are absolutely screwed up.

- Is this a joke of some kind?

How dare you put your
nightgown under my pillow?

- Well, why are you wearing it?

Are we going to fight with each other

over a silly nightgown?

After all, no one can see you.

I'm here because something
terrible has happened.

Something really awful.

- Well, let's hear it.

What is this awful thing?

- Rene.

- How do you dare to speak
to me about that maniac?

- This is serious.

Please, won't you let me tell you?

- Yes, tell me.

- He wants Anna brought
to the tower tonight.

- What?

- He says unless I bring her to the tower,

he will come and get her.

You know what he's like, don't you?

- She's a child.

She's also a virgin.

At least as far as men are concerned.

- That's what he says.

It's only because he's
never known a virgin

that he wants to make love to her.

That's what makes it so tempting.

Tell me how to act, Sister.

Tell me what to do.

- Very well.

Don't worry.

I'll go and talk to him.

Go on up.

- So you want Anna. You monster!

You'll never have her.

I'm offering myself in her place.

Come on, satisfy your appetite on me,

and leave that innocent child alone.

- What? I don't what any of this means.

What are you talking about?

- All right, I'm waiting for you.

What are you waiting for?

- Why, are you in a hurry?

- No!

- Strange.

You act as if you didn't like it.

- Don't forget that I
sacrificed myself for Anna.

- Sacrificed?

Look, this is the first
time somebody has raped me.

Now, about this Anna.

- Don't provoke me.

-All right, all right.

But would you care to tell
me who is this person "Anna"?

Wait a minute.

Don't forget your nightie.

- What's going on here?

Is this a circus?

He's insane.

So you two girls insist that the gardener

made indecent proposals to you,

which you righteously refused,

and as an act of vengeance,

he came after you with a shotgun?

- Yes.

- Sister Cecile.

- Mother, listen to me.

These two are nothing but liars.

-And how did he gain possession
of this obscene garment?

- Reverend Mother.

- Be quiet.

We'll hear from you later.

- He says he has no idea what this is.

When he found it, he says
he thought it was a cat.

This is the Devil's mischief.

- Mother Superior.

You should know that I'm the guilty one.

- Reverend Mother.

I have to make a terrible confession.

- Silence, I said.

This is not the moment to
confess anything, my child.

Let's hear from the accused.

Monica?

What do you have to say?

- I confess that I was seduced

by the old man who's the gardener,

while Anna had the strength to resist.

She's a virgin, but I was
conquered by sensual lust,

unable to resist the
temptations of the flesh.

- Silence, child.

We have been clasping
a serpent to our bosom.

Now, here are the sentences.

This miserable sinner, Gerolamo Collegno,

must be released immediately.

And as for Monica Cazzabriga,

she is hereby expelled from the convent.

And Anna Celestini has
taken yet a further step

towards eternal salvation.

Amen.

- Amen.
- Amen.

-Amen.

- Why do you have to look so grim?

Aren't you glad to see
me off at the station?

I honestly hated that place,

and yet the experience has been great.

Brief, but happy.

What are you stopping here for?

What's gotten into you all of a sudden?

We better hurry or we'll miss the train.

Sister Emanuelle!

Come on, please!

Let's go!

- Dear Monica.

You might've had a great time,

but I assure you, I didn't.

You've tried to destroy
my sense of what's right

and my sense of duty, to get me to sin,

to throw away my conscience.

You played with me,
like a cat with a mouse,

forcing me to lie, to betray
the Christian religion,

to become your accomplice
in your corrupt games.

Now I'm going to teach you,

teach you who Emanuelle is,

and how she reacts to such treatment!

- What are you doing?

Where are you taking me?

Where are we going?

- Be quiet and keep walking!

- Why should I?

- Don't you remember that
house full of snakes?

I want to see them, too.

- Ow! Let me go!

What are you doing this for?

Why?

What are you gonna do to me, Sister?

You've lost your mind!

Let go!

That hurts!

- I'll show you, you little devil!

- Where are you going?

I'm so frightened.

Don't leave like this.

Untie me.

Rene.

You've got to untie me.

No, Rene.

Not with her.

Oh, no.

Rene!

No!

No!

Let me.

Let me, too.

I've suffered already.

I never meant to do wrong.

- Behave, little one.

Don't get impatient.

Because it's your turn now.

- No!

No!

Who is it?

- It's only the conductor.

It's 6:30.

I brought your coffee.

May I enter, Sister?

- Come back in five minutes.

- How about that?

- Did you sleep well?

- Yes, Sister.

Very well.

But I've got a funny kind of pain.

It's as if I got burned, right here.

- Come along, Monica.

Reverend Mother, this is our new pupil.

- Monica Cazzabriga, Reverend Mother.

- I've heard about your wild ways.

However, I see that you're a
polite and pleasant young lady.

I'm sure you'll be an
asset to our community.

- Can I go?

Thank you.

- Come with me, Monica.

Girls, I'd like you to
meet your new classmate.

Her name is Monica.

- Hi, I'm Sonya.

- I'm Maria.

- Barbara!

- Julia!

- Hello.

- Come, dear.

This is Anna,

our best student in
every sense of the word.

You will share a room with her.

I know you'll become friends immediately.