All language subtitles for The.Trouble.With.Angels.1966.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

Mr. Grisson?

Mr. Grisson?

[Blows whistle]

Good morning, sister.

Got the fenders fixed.
New paint job.
How does she look?

More girls
arriving on the 12:02.

Is the train on time?

[Train clattering]

[Train horn blaring]

Oh.

Sorry.
yes.

[Train bell ringing]

Really, a child
your age, smoking!

I'm not a child, madam,
I'm a midget with bad habits.

(Conductor)
St. Francisville.

Next stop, St. Francisville
and the convent
of St. Francis.

Oh, sorry.
It's all right.

You going
to St. Francis, too?

Would I be caught dead
in this Dior
creation otherwise?

That's a fact.

What's your name?

Rachel Devery.

No, it's not.

Huh?

It's Fleur de Lis.
You're half-French.

How about that?
What's your name?

Kim Novak.

I like it.
So do I.

But I'm stuck with Mary Clancy.

[Laughs]

Hi. You going
to St. Francis?

Oh, where else?

I'm Kate Davis.
This is Sandy Mackey.

And I'm Rachel...
I'm Fleur de Lis.

And this is Kim--

listen.

I've got the most
scathingly brilliant idea.

Davis?

Mackey?

Devery?

Clancy?

Reverend mother
seems to have given me
the wrong list.

Well, no matter.
Anybody can make a mistake.

Even reverend mother.

Oh, Mr. Grisson, make sure
you have all the bags.

I'm sister Clarissa.

I'm your physical
education instructor,
and I teach religion.

Oh, Mr. Grisson, just
put them in the back
of the bus, please.

All right, girls, form a line.

[Blows whistle]

We already have, sister.

Oh.

Well, then throw out
your chests and breathe
in the fresh air.

[All inhaling]

Out, out with your chest.

It's as out as it'll go.

Oh. Well.

[Blows whistle]

To the bus, girls.
On the double.

Well, girls, there she is.

Oh,

it's positively medieval.

All that's missing
is the dragon.

Sandy beach, Pearl ring,

Fleur de Lis, Kim Novak.

I'm sorry,
reverend mother.
So am I.

We didn't mean it.
It was just--

ahem.

You two may go
to your dormitory.
Dismissed.

I'm going to have
a little talk with miss de Lis

and miss Novak.

[Church bell tolling]

Boy, she's a fink!

President of the club.

The way she talked to us,
you'd think we were criminals.

The only difference
between this place
and a girls' reformatory

is the tuition.

And we got enrolled
instead of committed.

Ah.

Dig that crazy accordion.

Come on.

Hi, marvel-Ann.

Drop dead.

Who's that?

Marvel-Ann.

My uncle George is her father.

He's been sending her
to the nuns since she was 6.

I told her she
was illegitimate,
so she hates me.

Is she?

Lord, no.

Uncle George
is very careful
about that kind of thing.

Oh.

[Moans]

I'm dying for a smoke.

[Grunting]

Here you are.

Thanks.

How did you happen to get
sent to, uh, St. Francis?

Well, age and money
were on my parents' side.
How about you?

Uncle George said he'd lay odds

the nuns could
straighten me out.

And what did you say?

And I asked him, "what odds?"

Good thinking.

Boy, I hated
to leave new trends.
It was a blast.

What kind of school was it?

Progressive.

Mr. Petrie's the headmaster,
and he's a doll.

Sort of like Jack Lemmon,
only younger.

I love Jack Lemmon.

Naturally.

Then why did your parents
take you out?

My father said that
growing sweet potato plants
and playing the silent piano

wasn't much preparation
for life.

Besides, I was ghastly
in spelling.

That makes two of us.

You know, maybe it won't
be so bad here, after all.

I mean, you and I are
certainly simpatico.

True.

What's the silent piano?

Well, it's a long piece
of cardboard with
the keyboard printed on it.

And even if you
had a real piano,

you weren't supposed to play it.

One time, my father asked me
how come I didn't
play the real piano?

And so I told him
I wasn't allowed to.

And he said,
"well, why the hell not?

It's costing me $40
a month for the lessons."

And so I told him:

Mr. Petrie said
that I was still crystallized

and that it wasn't time for me
to come out of my cocoon yet.

Well, it's time now.

It may come as something
of a surprise to you,

but smoking, drinking
and similar
extracurricular activities

are not permitted
at St. Francis.

Get rid of those things.

[Toilets flushing]

(Rev. Mother)
You may be seated.

For some of you,
this will be your
first meal at St. Francis.

I hope you enjoy it.

In the future, of course,
the sisters will not
be dining with you.

[Girls laughing]

I'm sure we all
share your regret.

For the benefit
of the new students, I--

[crackling]

For the benefit
of the new students,

I will clarify the rules
under which we function,

and introduce you
to the sisters.

Sister Ursula.

Sister Ursula is our portress.

It is sister Ursula's bell
that will call you
to chapel, to meals,

and awaken you
every morning at 6:00.

[Bell clanging]

I think I'm gonna kill myself.

Catholics aren't allowed to.

Thank you, sister.

[Shouting]
thank you, sister.

Sister Liguori is my assistant,

and teaches mathematics.

She's fun.

You'll find her methods
newer than new.

That's fine, sister.

Sister Constance.

Sister Constance
is our language teacher.

She's a flawless beauty.

Thank you, sister.
Sister Elizabeth.

Art.

Sister Barbara.

Sister Barbara is head
of our science department,

and is also
a licensed pharmacist.

So if you have
any pains or aches,
just go to her.

Sister Margaret, home economics.

Sister Rose Marie.

Sister Rose Marie
teaches English and history,

and helps raise funds
for a small mission
outside of Nairobi.

And I have just decided
to appoint her

as head of our
social action committee.

Oh.

I guess that's for
picketing things.

Now, let me see.
Oh, sister Celestine.

Sister Celestine teaches music
and conducts the band.

We hope some of you new girls
will join the band.

Talent is desirable
but not essential.

[All laughing]

Think they can use
a silent piano player?

You have all met
sister Clarissa,

who is in charge
of our physical
education program

and teaches religion.
Thank you, sister.

Now there's one more sister
that I would like you to know.

She no longer teaches,
but is very much
a part of St. Francis.

Sister prudence.

Sister seems to be taking a nap.

Some of you may not know
that St. Francis
is not only a school,

but the motherhouse
of our order.

It is where
the young sisters come
for their novitiate

and the old sisters
retire. We also--

[clanging]

As you can hear,
we are sadly in need
of a new boiler.

We're very fortunate
that such a lovely estate

was donated to us
by Mr. Walter Gaffney.

But, our order
sometimes does not have

sufficient funds
for its proper maintenance.

Between the hour
of 5:00 and 6:00
every afternoon,

we ask that our students
be as quiet as possible.

This is the time
when all the sisters
attend chapel.

It is their hour
of prayer and meditation.

The holy cloister,
which is the sisters' home,

is off-limits
to the entire student body.

We know that
you will respect this.

And now, we will say grace
and have our dinner.

Oh, you may remain seated.

In the name of the father,
and of the son,
and of the holy spirit...

Bless us, o lord,
and these thy gifts

which we are about to receive
from thy bounty. Through--

through--

amen.

In the name
of the father, the son,
and the holy spirit.

Ok, Paul revere's passed.

Are you sure all the sisters
go to chapel at 5:00?

Yes, and they won't
be back till 6:00.

Oh, I hope it works.

Well, it did yesterday,
didn't it?

Come on.

Maybe we'll be struck dead
if we defile the sanctorium.

We did it yesterday
and we're still alive.

Don't be so medieval.

You keep guard.

[Door creaks]

Ok.

[Whistles]

All right, we're all here.

Cloister tours will show you
that mystery of mysteries,

where mother superior sleeps.

[Girls gasping]

Isn't this exciting?

(Girl)
I've never seen
that before!

Neither have I!

[Chattering]

Oh, I can't.
I'm gonna faint.

Don't you dare!
Not here.

Come on, come on.

Now I'll show you
mother superior's room.

(All)
oh, my!

Oh, gee!

Oh!

How do you know
it's mother superior's room?

It's got the king-size
crucifix, that's how.

Well.

Oh, look, isn't it pretty?

It sure doesn't
look like much to me.

What do you
expect for 35 cents?
Hair shirts?

(Girl)
oh, isn't it fun?

Come on, girls.
Time's pressing.

Come on. Come on.

Marvel-Ann, come on!

Next, we'll show you
where the sisters eat,
and then the novices.

Come on.

Step lively, ladies.

What's upstairs?

You'll see that later.

Now come on, marvel-Ann.

I think we've been had.

(Marvel-Ann)
I've seen enough. Maybe
we better get out of here.

(Rachel)
oh, come on,
don't be such a goon.

I hope the sisters' rooms
are better than
mother superior's.

Would you stop complaining,
marvel-Ann?

Get your hands off me!

Big mouth.

(Mary)
girls, girls, calm down.

Come on, don't push.

Now ladies,
this is the
private dining room

where mother superior
and the sisters eat.

Come along.

Ah.

Oh!

This must be
mother superior's chair.

Oh, yeah, god.

(Marvel-Ann)
well, it's not exactly
the jolly tea room.

All right, ladies, we're off.

(Mary)
time's passing,
no time to lose.

Come on.

That way.

Marvel-Ann.

Marvel-Ann, come on!

Try moving.

Now, ladies,
kindly descend to
the lower level.

Now, this concludes
our tour, ladies.

We hope it's been
a memorable experience.

Please tell your friends.
How much did we make?

$1.70. Marvel-Ann
still owes us a nickel.

Try and get it.
Come on, kids.

[Gasping]

Hey, it won't open!

[Girls squealing]

It's locked!

Trapped.

How about that?

You said we wouldn't be caught!

How are we gonna
get out of here?

Oh, no!

(Girls)
Charlotte! Charlotte!

Hey!

Every man for himself!

(Marvel-Ann)
get her!

Hey, get her off of me!

Oh, Charlotte!

Hey, get her off of me!

Oh.

Where are we going?

I'm not particular. Here.

Here.

It's an emergency.

[Fire alarm ringing]

[Squealing]

[Screaming]

[Screams]

Boy, that was fun.

Let's do it again someday.

Yeah.

Where is the fire?

[Water running]

Come on, ginnie-Lou.
Hold still.

Watch it, Kate.

I'm sorry, Valerie.

[Typewriter clacking]

[Girls chattering]

Normal.

Are you sure?

Yes.

I'm sorry!

Mind you, don't burn it.

Hey, you're burning it?

(Kate)
no, don't worry.

[Church bell chiming]

Hey! It's starting to snow.

[Girls groan]

Ow!

How's it going, Rach'?

Great. I bet I don't
flunk sewing, after all.

[Moans]

How about that?

Maybe you ought to take up
the silent piano again, hey?

♪♪[humming]

[Girls laughing]

(Sister Clarissa)
Heel-toe. Heel-toe. Heel-toe.

Shoulders back.
Chests out. Heel-toe.

Heel-toe. Heel-toe. Heel-toe.
Heel-toe. Heel-toe. Heel-toe.

Oh.

What does this remind you of?

Napoleon's retreat from Moscow.

[Whistle blows]

(Sister Clarissa)
Mary? Rachel? On the double.
Pick it up now, girls.

Heel-toe. Heel-toe. Heel-toe.
Heel-toe. Heel-toe. Heel-toe.

Shortcut. Heel-toe.
Heel-toe. Heel-toe. Heel-toe.

Heel-toe. Heel-toe.
Heel-toe. Heel-toe.

(Both)
heel-toe. Heel-toe.
Heel-toe. Heel-toe.

Heel-toe. Heel-toe.
Heel-toe. Heel--

a glorious day.

[Whistle blows]

Quiet, girls.
Get ready, you're next.

Now, then.
This group, pay attention.

Next, we're going
to try the sidestroke.

Sidestroke. Ready? Go!

[Blows whistle]

Priscilla?
here.

Ruth?
here.

Gladys?
here.

Aren't you two going in?

[Sneezes]

[Sighs]

I've got an awful cold.

Rash.
It's all over my--

never mind.

[Whistle blows]

Attendance taken, sister.

Oh, thank you, Valerie.

Group 3,
get ready. Backstroke.

[Blows whistle]

Come along, girls.

[Whistle blows]

Fait accomplished.

How long do you think
we'll be able to get
away without going in?

Till we run out of diseases.

But we're supposed
to know how to swim
before we get out of here.

We've got 3 years.

That's a fact!

[Birds chirping]

What have you written so far?

"Dear Mr. Petrie..."

"Dear Mr. Petrie," what?

"I'm a captive
in a nunnery."

If you wanna get sprung,
you'll have to do
better than that.

Anyway, what makes you think
he's gonna drive here
from new trends?

Well, he said I could call
on him anytime I needed him.

We were very simpatico.

"My parents won't do anything

and mother superior
is prosecuting me."

Persecuting.

Oh.

She said I'm the devil's agent.

[Laughs]

She meant you were my stooge.

Um,

tell Mr. Petrie...

That mother superior
is stifling
your creative flow.

That's a fact!

And I'll tell him
that if I don't get
out of here,

I'm seriously
contemplating an act of...

Desperation.

Yeah.

Desperation.

The only desperation
around here,

Mr. Petrie,
is that of the sisters

who have to cope
with that product
of progressive education

you have inflicted upon us,
namely, Rachel Devery.

Well, I hardly expect you

to completely
accept new trends'
creative concept of education.

It's an abomination.

Now, see here,
reverend mother--

you see here, young man.

In the 7 months
that child has
been at St. Francis,

there hasn't been one day
the sisters
haven't had to struggle

with her colossal ignorance
in such elementary matters

as reading,
writing, and arithmetic.

Not mathematics,
mind you, arithmetic.

As for the social graces,
I'm convinced

that your school
encourages barbarism

and concerns itself
only with freethinking,

freewheeling,
and finger painting.

The finest educational
minds in the country
happen to be on our side.

God is on ours.

(Whispering)
then what did she say to him?

I keep telling you,
you don't have to whisper.

Sister Puddy could sleep
through a blastoff. Watch.

[Clanging]

It's incredible!

Hmm. I keep testing her.
It passes the time.

All right,
then what did she say to him?

Oh, well. Mother superior
told Mr. Petrie

that having met him,
she could understand me.

Whatever that means.

And I've got to do
the pots all week.

Oh, heck.

Mother superior
said the detergent

might help to wash away my sins.

Listen.

What?

I've got the most
scathingly brilliant idea.

Oh.

"Use bubble charms sparingly.

One capful makes a tubful."

Hmm.

Are these all
their sugar bowls?
Uh-huh.

Where did you get the stuff?

I swiped it from marvel-Ann.

Won't she miss it?

No, she never takes a bath.

(Rev. Mother)
"...Youth quality
of stirring innocence

"invariably reproaches
the world of the adult.

"The exclusively attractive
charm of the young

"makes nonsense of
their sophistications.

"The poet Wordsworth,
recalling his youth,

"perceived the child as prophet,

"a witness to the vision
which the world
has largely lost.

"The child, he says,
comes from the hand
of his creator,

"trailing clouds of glory.
In the morning
of his creation,

"he participates in
the many-splendored
creativity of his maker.

"He is ingenuous, but ingenious,

"simple, yet profoundly wise,

"a hidden fountain
from which bubbles forth

"a defiance
of the wrinkles of age.

"There is yet another quality

"which endows the child
with an aura of mystery.

"It is his remoteness.

"He is unfathomable
in his privacy,
inscrutable in his design.

"And with
the philosophers of old,

"he believes there
is not much one can do
but bury a man

"when the last of his...

[Bubbles popping]
Of his--"

those two!

[Crockery clatters]

Get them!

Well?

What do you have to say?

I'm waiting.

Don't you dare.

It was my idea.
I'm sure.

I helped.

Unquestionably.

Rachel, you may go to
your dormitory.
I'll deal with you later.

But, reverend--

out!

[Door shuts]

One of us may have to go.

But I guarantee you
it won't be me.

[Footsteps approaching]

Hey! It's me.

Oh. I thought
it was the enemy.

You better
get out of here
or you'll get blasted.

What did mother superior
say to you?

I wouldn't repeat it
in this sacred place.

Oh.

How long are you
gonna be grounded?

I have to do
the stations of the cross
twice every day.

How about you?

Pots.

Oh.

I think I'd rather
do that, but...

[Footsteps approaching]

Somebody's coming. Flake off.

[Door shuts]

Now, that's what
I like to see.
A true penitent.

I'm sure the floor must be cold.

I think you can ponder your sins

just as easily
with a little help.

Thank you, sister.

Pray hard. Math test tomorrow.

Good night, Rachel.

(Sister Elizabeth)
It's just about time
for the bell, girls.

Now, let's see what you've done.

Oh, that's coming along,
Priscilla.

Remember, girls,
freedom is the key.

Now, let's keep
the charcoals moving.

Oh, Sheila,
you've got to concentrate.
There is the model.

All right, Rachel.
Let's see what you've done.

Oh, dear.

Mmm.

We'll discuss it later.

[Bell ringing]

All right,
girls, hang up your aprons.
Clean up your charcoals.

Let's be neat. Neat. Neat.

Are you coming, Mary?
Yeah.

Ok.

I'm sorry, sister.

I'm rather sorry
you even came to class.

Now, you'll remain
and clean it up.

[Sighs]

Listen.

What?

I've got the most
scathingly brilliant idea.

I think it's a stinking idea!

We only want to
do a mask of you.

Just your head.

Honestly,
it's like
being immortalized.

When you grow old,
you can look at your head

and remember yourself
in all your youthful beauty.

Suppose somebody comes in?

It's Saturday,

and sister Elizabeth's
gone to town
for art supplies.

Well, are you sure you
know how to do it?

Sure.

And you know what,
we can sell statues of you.
We'll split 50-50.

60-40,
or you can go immortalize
somebody else.

It's a deal.

And you slobs better not
try anything funny.

Me, your own flesh
and blood? Really!

Now,
put the cap on, marvel-Ann.
Shut your eyes.

[Sighs]

Lovely.

Ooh. Hey, it feels awful!

Quiet please, or we'll crack.

Straws.

Stick the straws
up your nose, marvel-Ann.

Oh, we're going to look
simply marvelous.

Yeah, I can't wait
for us to harden.

[Groaning]

Give me the hammer.

Oh!

Oh!

I'd better get sister Elizabeth.

I told you, she won't
be back until tonight.

Oh!

[Marvel-Ann groaning]

(Rev. Mother)
Large cast cutters.

Now, now, marvel-Ann,
I won't hurt you.

Turn your head
there a bit, dear.

[Grunting]

Relax, dear, relax.

Have you got the salve, sister?

Yes, yes, coming.
How's it going, mother?

Oh, fine, sister, fine.

Thank you, sister.
Thank you.

Ah!

There, that was a big piece.
We're making great progress.

No, no, no, be careful.
Turn your head, darling.
I'm working near this area.

Small cutters.

I'm getting
near the ear.
[Exclaims]

No, no, no, dear,
you know
I'm going to be gentle.

Ohhh.

Ah.

Almost. Almost have it now.
There. Now.

[Sighs]

Ah!

All done! There. Good girl.

[Sighs]

I'll kill 'em!

All right. All right.
All right.

Settle down. Settle down.
Come on, settle down.

[Girls chattering]

I know it's
the last day of classes,

but there's still
a race to be run.

Now first, will
the winner of yesterday's
daily double please step up?

(Sister Liguori)
Valerie.

[All sighing]

Valerie's been in
the winner's circle
3 times this week.

She hasn't had
much competition
from the rest of you fillies.

This is
the St. Christopher medal
today, Valerie.

Couple more medals
and she can
start her own church.

[Laughing]

Thank you, sister.

You're welcome.

(Girl)
congratulations.

Thank you.

Now,
it's a beautiful day
at Pimlico.

This is the Preakness,

the 2nd part
of the triple crown,
and the stakes are high.

Horses are nearing the gate.

They're raring to go.

Pencils ready, girls? Ready?

This could be anybody's race.

[Buzzer sounding]

They're off and running!

Isn't she too much?

She should've been a bookie.

Hmm.

[Girls chattering]

Have a wonderful time.

Don't forget to take
your shots, Charlotte.

(Charlotte)
I won't. Bye!

Sister Liguori.

See that we're not stuck
with those two for the summer.

Oh, I wish you were
taking the same train.

Me, too,
but mine's not till 3:00.

I hope your vacation's a blast.

[Bus horn honking]

Oh, I'll send you
some postcards.

Now, don't forget.

From Paris, and Antibes,
and cote d'brassier.

Huh?
that's the riviera.

Oh.

I'm coming!

Um, uh,

goodbye, Rach'.

Goodbye, Mary.

Uh, oh!

I nearly forgot.
Thank you. Bye!

Goodbye!

Goodbye, Mary.

Goodbye!

Have a good time!

I'll miss you.

[Chirping]

Hello, sister prudence.

All gone.

[Bus horn honking]

Mary!

How are you?

Good to see you.
Thank you for the...

I adore your hair.

You look so--so French.

Saks, $22.95.

No.
listen.

We went to Monte Carlo and
I met this boy who was French
and he had a scooter.

French? A scooter?
Mmm. Mmm-hmm.

Why, how old was he?
Did he...

Cool it.

Nice to see you again,
girls. Rachel.

Hello, reverend mother.

Mary,
get rid of the bird's nest.

Oh, not that one. That one.

Welcome back to happy acres.

Mmm.

[Girls whispering]

[Blows whistle]

Uh, a number of your parents
have commented on the fact

that they find you
singularly clumsy.

After some observation,
I must conclude
they are justified.

Through
your parents' generosity,

we have been fortunate
in securing the services

of Mrs. Mabel Dowling Phipps.

[Giggling]

Not bad.

(Girl)
gee, isn't she fantastic?

She will teach you how to walk
and how to dance.

Mrs. Phipps has taught
interpretive dancing

in a number of very
fine girls' schools.

And her photograph
once appeared on the cover of,
uh, dance review.

She comes to us
highly recommended.

Is there
something you want to say,
Mrs. Phipps?

Uh, yes.

You'll need $10 for leotards.

Legs apart.

Shoulders back.

Tummies in.

Oh, no, no, no.

Let me show you.

You're all too clumsy,
awkward, gawky.

But we'll work on that,
won't we? Work.

Work.

Discipline. Twice a week.

Then in the springtime
we'll put on a festival.

By then you'll
all be as graceful
as young willows.

Observe.

Willows.

(Mrs. Phipps)
Willows.

Isn't she wild?

She's a blast.

(Mrs. Phipps)
We must be willows.

(All)
willows.

Willows.

(Mrs. Phipps)
Willows.

We must be willows.
Slender, limber willows.

The first thing we must learn
is to become fluid.

Fluid!

[Girls giggling]

Fluid.

Fluid.

Fluid.

Reverend mother,
I can't do it.
I just know I can't.

I must insist.

There are no 2 ways about it,
sister.

I'd do it myself,
but I have a meeting

with father Devlin,
and I have no idea
what time I'll be free.

Reverend mother, please.

Besides,
the outing will do you good.

But reverend mother,

I--I don't know
anything about binders.

Brassieres, sister, brassieres.

[Girls screaming]

Jayne Mansfield.

Rock Hudson.

Come on,
let's find you a better one.

Hey, Mary, Rach'.
Did you see Valerie's?
It's really wild. Red.

Here.

That's for cleavage.

Oh, who cares?

Sister, Charlotte's gonna faint.

Take off her binders.

Take off her binders.

[All gasping]

This one. 2 dozen.

[All sighing]

[Stream running]

[Both panting]

[Gasps]

[Exclaiming]

Hey, that nutty swan
looks just like
sister Elizabeth.

Listen, do you
suppose if we watch them--

shh.

Did sister Ursula
give you permission
to leave the building?

Yes.

Yes, what?

Yes, reverend mother.

Sister Ursula said:

"Go walk in the woods.
Breathe the air.

It's good for you."
So we did.

Evidently,
sister Ursula's German accent
amuses you.

I didn't know she was German,
reverend mother.

Then surely you didn't know
that during the war,

sister Ursula kept
34 Jewish children hidden

for more than 2 years
in the cellar

of a destroyed convent
outside of Munich.

And that when this
was finally discovered,
she was imprisoned.

She suffered untold
indignities, and she--she...

Are we dismissed,
reverend mother?

Yes.

What's the matter?

I hate her.

So, what else is new?

Come on.
Race you to St. Franipalooza.

Ok.

[Mary screams]

(Mary)
come on. Come on.

(Rachel)
I'm coming.

[Sighing]

[Grunting]

Hey, Rach', wake up.

Rach'!

I need something
I can stuff in the window.
The snow's coming in.

[Gasping]

Rach', wake up.

I said I need something
I can stuff in the window.

I can't stuff his holiness
in a window.

Well, I'm not gonna
give you Burt Lancaster.

[Bell ringing]

Oh. Oh!

Be careful, girls.

Where shall we put it, sister?

Put it right back over there.
Don't bump the table.

Oh, that's coming
along nicely, dear.

Thank you, sister.

However, I don't think
we need any more of these.

Oh, Valerie, that's beautiful!

Absolutely beautiful.
Just put it
right over there...

Right over there.

I'm--I'm sorry, sister.
Rachel.

Oh, Charlotte,
that's very imaginative.

I don't know what it is,
but it's very imaginative.

Thank you.

(Sister Elizabeth)
Beautiful. Just beautiful.

Sister Elizabeth.

Reverend mother.

Excuse me.
May I speak with the girls?

Of course. Girls?

Gather around. Quickly.

This won't take a minute.

Because it's the holiday season,

sister Rose Marie has baked
double her usual
quota of eclairs.

Sister Rose Marie's mission
is sadly in need of new books.

Therefore,
the price of the eclairs

has been increased to 50 cents.

[All groaning]

I knew you'd all be pleased.

Well, sister,
put the tray down. It's heavy.

Oh-uh.

[Gasps]

Also, sister has arranged

for our student body to visit
the county home for the aged.

Our girls will
serve refreshments,
do the dishes,

and entertain
with songs and readings.

Naturally, this is
all on a voluntary basis,

so, will all of you
who plan to participate
please raise your hands?

Fine. Fine.

Those who remain behind
may spend the day in chapel

meditating on the sin
of selfishness.

Oh, sister.

Blackmail is supposed
to be against the law.

Not if it's for charity.

Oh.

(All)
♪ deck the halls
with boughs of Holly ♪

♪ Fa la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la ♪

♪ 'Tis the season to be jolly ♪

♪ Fa la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la ♪

♪ Don we now our gay apparel ♪

♪ Fa la, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la ♪

♪ Troll the ancient
yuletide Carol ♪

♪ Fa la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la ♪♪

Sorry, sister.

Oh, last load.
You know how
many cakes they ate?

We're almost
out of tea, too.
Again?

(Woman #1)
You know,
I used to play the palace.

I used to have red hair
when I was on the stage.

Everyone loved that color.
Thank you, dear.

And red roses.

My dressing room
was always
filled with red roses.

(Woman #2)
Oh, yes, thank you, dear.

And when my husband died,
everything was gone.

Money, house, everything.

Everything was gone.

...so my son said
he'd come tomorrow.

He has a new car.
Well, practically new.

He couldn't come last year
because the children
had the flu.

But this year he's coming
and I'm so happy...

You know,
they kept my social security?
I didn't know that they would.

They never told me
they would keep
my social security.

Oh, thank you, dear.

Thank you.

[All chattering]

Do you need help, Mary?

It's a present.

Isn't he beautiful?
His name is William.

Would you like
to hear William sing?

Mmm-hmm.

[Chirping]

Isn't it lovely?

Very pretty.

[Woman crying]

My children said I could come

and have a Christmas
at their house.

But they didn't come.

I had gifts for them.

(Rev. Mother)
There may have been

a very good reason
why they couldn't come.

But it's Christmas,
and they promised.

Oh.

I did everything for them
when they were little.

Nothing was too hard.

Then do one thing more.

What?

Be happy.

That's the greatest gift
a mother can
give her children.

It's the season of
our savior's birthday
and there must be no tears.

There.

Go upstairs, now,
and powder your nose.

Make yourself look pretty
and come to the party.

There.

♪♪[piano playing]

I hope I die young

and very wealthy.

[Groans]

Quiet, marvel-Ann.

Did you find out anything?

No! I mean, no.

Well, didn't you ask
sister Liguori?

I couldn't find her.

You know
what I think?
What?

That there's no such
thing as silent Sunday.

We're the victims
of a fiendish plot.

Reverend mother just made it up

'cause she's sick
of all the noise.

[Gasps]

My hair!

You'll live.

Hey,

where are the 2 creeps?

(Rachel)
hey, that's great!

Mmm.

Yes, well,
it takes practice,
you know.

I imagine.

Try one.

Ok.

[Coughing]

Where did you get these?

The plumber left them.

[Coughing]

What's the matter?

I'm not sure I like 'em.

So you'll have
something you hate
you can give up for lent.

Yeah. Good thinking.

[Coughing]

It's kind of smoky in here.

Give me a paper.
Quick!

[Bell ringing]

What's that?

Probably the end
of silent Sunday.

Hmm.

[Siren wailing]

[All chattering]

Don't panic, girls.
Go out the side door.
Out the side door.

The engines will be
coming up the driveway.

Keep calm.

This way, dear.
Go right along.
No, no, no.

(Valerie)
Charlotte's
gonna faint!

She won't faint.
Get her in the air.

[Siren wailing]

Keep calm, girls.
Don't run. Walk, please.
Walk fast, but don't run.

Don't panic.
Remember the drill.

My records!

Keep calm.
(Girl)
Isn't this exciting?

Is everybody out
of the building?

Oh, sister, sister,
the sirens, I hear them.
Go along, please.

Sister prudence,
sister prudence,
not this way, dear.

Out this way,
the side door. Take Jacko.

Don't run, sister, walk, please.

Don't come back
for anything else.

[Siren wailing]

[Girls chattering]

[Bell ringing]

There must be a fire someplace.

Mmm.

Sounds close.

Want to go see?

I've been giving it
some thought.

Watch this.

[Men chattering]

How about that?

Mmm. That's a blast.

This is the last,
the final, the absolute end.

Your niece, Mr. Clancy,
and your daughter, Mr. Devery,

have committed
their last felony
at St. Francis.

For 2 years now,
the sisters and I have endured

that which would try
the Patience of a Saint.

And since there's been no word
from the holy father in Rome

that he is about
to bestow sainthood upon us,

I am putting
an end to our martyrdom.

Reverend mother--

never in all my years have I met

2 likelier candidates
for San Quentin.

If I could just explain...

There is no explanation
you could possibly offer me

as to why I should not expel
those 2 criminals,
and that is final!

I realize that Mary
is a high-spirited young girl.

High-spirited, my foot.

I beg you to consider the fact
that Mary is an orphan.

I've had to be
both father and mother

to my dear
dead brother's only child.

I've devoted
myself to her welfare,
and it hasn't been easy.

And although my
business affairs
keep me extremely busy,

Mary naturally
always comes first.

You were saying?

That there's nothing
as important to me

as my little niece's happiness.

And even though
my business takes me

to many different
parts of the world,

and my affairs
are extremely
time-consuming, I...

I imagine they are,
Mr. Clancy.

But please continue.

I'm extremely
interested in hearing

all about your devotion to Mary.

My devotion to her.

Well, no matter how busy I am,

I always find time for
little visits with her.

I have a feeling we're
going to get bounced.

My father'll kill me.

I could live with that,

but it's what my mother's
going to do
that I can't stand.

What?

She'll act like a martyr.

Hello, uncle George.

Don't you speak to me.

Hi, daddy.

Daddy, sir?

For 2 cents,
I'd put you in
San Quentin myself.

[Door closes]

Reprieved!

And do you know why
you were reprieved?

Because I'm convinced
that it would be
a cruel and unchristian act

to let you two loose
on an unsuspecting world.

The world is
not yet ready for you.

[Door closes]

[Sighs]

Let's go.

One moment.

Pots,

from now until
the end of the term,

and a 1,000-word essay,
double-spaced,

on "the evils of smoking

and why I gave it up."

[Door closes]

I was gonna
give up smoking anyway.

Never did like it.

[Snickers]

[Ticking]

[Knocking on door]

Come in.

It's almost midnight, mother.

Made a pot of tea.

Thought you might like some.

The boiler's out again.

I'll call the plumber
in the morning.

We've got a big
enough investment
in that boiler

to sell shares in it.

Stop making conversation,
Liguori.

After all these years,
I know when you have
something on your mind.

Now, what is it?

All right.

I knew you wouldn't expel them.

Well, it's a good thing you
didn't make book on it.

You might have been
taken to the laundry.

To the cleaners, mother.

Well, it's the point,
not the vernacular,
that's important.

I intended to expel them.

I was determined to expel them.

It wasn't an easy decision,

but I had reached it,
and they were going to go.

What they did could have had
very serious consequences.

Yes, I know.

We can't permit anarchy, can we?

We can't remain passive
in the face of utter disregard

for personal safety
and property, now, can we?

Of course not.

Still, I couldn't do it.

I couldn't expose
Mary to that man and his...

Secretaries.

She's still a child,

and my conscience
wouldn't permit it.

And Rachel?

Rachel?

Oh, Rachel has a home
and parents who love her.

She's a follower,
not a leader.
She can be guided.

But, Mary...

Mary has a will of iron.

To bend but not to break.

To yield but not capitulate.

To have pride

but also humility.

This has always been
my struggle, sister.

Can I be less tolerant of Mary
than the church
has been of me?

Don't stay up too late.

Good night, mother.

Good night, Liguori.

[Door closes]

[Girls chattering]

[Engine starting]

[Horn honking]

Don't forget to write!

We'll miss you.

Peaceful, isn't it?

Just like heaven.

[Boiler clanging]

Now, mother,
haven't you done enough?

It's only a week
until the girls return.

Thank you.
You just made my day.

All right, I'll give you a hand.

You're a fake, Liguori,
and you know it.

You miss them as much as I do.

[Horn honking]

[Girls chattering]

Rach'!

Ole!

Hi.

Hello.

Oh, we went to Mexico
and I bought you this.

Oh, thank you.

It had a hat to match,
but my father said
I couldn't have it

because it made me look
like a chippy.
Whatever that is.

[Giggling]

Oh, I brought you a holy medal
from the Vatican.

It's--it's supposed
to protect you.

Thank you.

You got a new hairdo.

Mmm-hmm. You, too.

Elizabeth Arden, Rome.

Oh, and I had my ears pierced.
Look, 14-carat gold.

Great.

And I saw a real bullfight.

How was it?

I threw up.
Oh, dear.

How was seeing the pope?

Ok.

Listen, I've got some pictures
of uncle George's
new secretary

in a bikini.
Black mesh.

Oh, no.
Yeah. Come on.

♪♪[band playing off-key]

I'm no authority,

but they still sound
pretty awful.

Well, as school bands go,

I-I think they're about par
for the course.

Is it vanity that I want them
to win the band competition?

I don't think so,
reverend mother.

You're absolutely right.
It's avarice.

We need that prize money.

I think the girls
are doing just fine, sister.

Although I must admit

I don't know how you
stand the din.

I beg your pardon,
reverend mother?

I said I don't know
how you endure this no...

You were saying?

[All laughing]

I would like
to have a few words
with the band,

if you don't mind, sister.

I'm delighted so many of you
joined the band this term.

Even those of you who,
unfortunately,

lack musical gifts.

[Whispering]
she means us.

The rest of the band's
not so hot, either.

As you know,
we are desperately
in need of a boiler.

[All murmuring]

Now, should our band
win the prize,

the money will be used
as a down payment

on a remarkable boiler
I have just seen
in a supply catalogue.

[All clapping]

Now,

I've heard rumors

that we're going
to have stiff competition,

especially from
new trends progressive school.

Which is not surprising,

considering the little time
they devote

to academic subjects
and social graces.

Boy, she's got a memory
like an elephant.

I know you're all
going to work very hard

to prove that it is possible

to be strong spiritually,
scholastically,

and still have a good band.

Good morning, girls.

Good morning, reverend mother.

Carry on, sister.

Rach'.

How good do you think

new trends' marching band
really is?

I don't know.

Don't you think
it's important we find out?

Sure.

What do you think
we ought to do,

send out a scout?

What's tomorrow?

Saturday.

And what's supposed
to happen Saturday?

Well, sister Elizabeth's
taking us to the city,

to the art museum...

And the art museum's
only 2 blocks from new trends.

I think it's the most
scathingly brilliant idea
you ever had.

And how are we gonna
ditch sister Elizabeth?

When she's explaining Picasso,
or something,

we'll tell her we just have
to go to the powder room.

That is the most scathingly
brilliant idea ever.

Thanks.

[Whispering]

Aside from all other
considerations,

such as breaking the rules

and disappearing for 3 hours,

so that sister Elizabeth had
to call in the police

to locate you,

don't you think
it's highly unethical

to be spying on a competitor?

I suppose it was wrong.

But we did it
for St. Francis.

We knew how much
you wanted us to win.

And--and we thought
if we found out

how new trends' band played,

it might be good
for our band's morale,

and maybe we could win
the prize money,

and you could get
the new boiler.

That's the truth,
reverend mother,

whether you believe us or not.

We just wanted
to see how good they were.

I must be in my dotage,
but I do believe you.

But in the future,
please, please,

will you try to remember

that St. Francis
is not a training school
for counterspies?

Um,

how good are they?

They're just as rotten
as we are.

(Mary)
except for one thing.

They have uniforms.

White slacks
with purple stripes
down the side,

and jackets with buttons
and epaulets.

(Rachel)
and caps with visors.
Purple!

(Mary)
and--and white
leather boots.

Boots?

Gorgeous.

Oh, couldn't we have uniforms,
too, reverend mother?

Most certainly not.

The band will perform
in their gym suits.

Our gym suits?
Yes.

But they're awful,
reverend mother.

I mean, it's not as if they
were like the sacred heart's.

At sacred heart's they wear
short shorts for gym.

They're French.

Ah, you'll wear your gym suits.

Nicely starched, of course.

And white satin chest bands
with our school name,

hand-lettered
by the art class.

In gold.

Good night, girls.

Good night, reverend mother.

Good night, reverend mother.

[Boiler clanging]

[Boiler hissing]

I don't know how
to thank you, Mr. Gottschalk.

You're a very generous man.

Let's put it this way:

You're a very persuasive
woman, reverend mother.

I'm going to light a candle
for you, Mr. Gottschalk.

I don't know if it'll help.

On the other hand,
it can't hurt. Thank you.

Oh, your kindness
will be rewarded,
I know it will.

From your mouth to god's ear.

[Band playing]
It's time.
Here they come.

Mr. Gottschalk!

I asked you
to lend band uniforms!

What else?

This is a catholic school,
Mr. Gottschalk!

Band uniforms
are non-sectarian.

[All chattering]

Thank you, reverend mother.

They're gorgeous!

No candle, reverend mother?

Um,

perhaps a small one,
Mr. Gottschalk.

[Horn honking]

[Girls cheering]

[Horn honking]

(Sister Celestine)
We won, we won!

[Knocking on door]

Come in.

Mr. Petrie.

Those uniforms--

were absolutely wonderful,
weren't they?

You really must go
to our Mr. Gottschalk

the next time you need uniforms.

You know, I didn't think
for one moment that
St. Francis could win.

Of course, I hoped and
I prayed, and our prayers
were answered, weren't they?

I can't begin to tell you
what the prize
money means to us.

Oh, would you
hold these, please?

Ah, isn't this
the most beautiful boiler

you've ever seen?

It's dirt-free,
trouble-free,
and blessedly silent.

I--I know St. Francis
gives the impression
of being palatial,

and there are some
very lovely things here,

treasures Mr. Gaffney
collected

when this was his home,

but the truth is
the building is antiquated.

The stone floors are icy,

the halls drafty
all winter long and...

Oh, forgive my carrying
on this way.

You've had a long drive,

so I'm sure your business
is important.

Please, please, do sit down.

You were about to say something.

I just wanted to...

Well, uh,
it really wasn't anything
that important, I...

I just wanted
to congratulate you

on your victory,
reverend mother.

Thank you, Mr. Petrie.

You're welcome.
And, uh,

incidentally those--
those uniforms,

they were quite

remarkable.

They were, weren't they?

Now--now, don't you
be discouraged.

Someday new trends may win
the band contest, too.

Thank you.

Good night.

Uh,

I have only one suggestion
to make.

Work on your brass section.
It's quite awful, you know.

Yeah?

Yes.

Ok.

[Clearing throat]

Good night,

reverend mother.

[Door closes]

I'll be back
in a little while, dear.

Try and get some rest.

Oh, mar', it'll be such a drag
for you here over Christmas,

I wish you were
coming home with me.

Ah, so do I, Rach'.

But I couldn't leave
Gargantua here alone.

Oh, yeah.

Good afternoon, girls.

Good afternoon, sister Margaret.

Sister Margaret.

[Whistling]

[Groaning]

(Mary)
how are the mumps,
marvel-Ann?

Drop dead.

That's gratitude
for you! Come on.

Merry Christmas.

(Choir)
♪ angels we have heard
on high ♪

♪ Sweetly singing
o'er the plains ♪

♪ And the mountains in reply ♪

♪ Echoing their joyous strains ♪

(all)
♪ Gloria ♪

♪ In excelsis deo ♪

♪ Gloria ♪

♪ In excelsis deo ♪

♪ Shepherds,
why this jubilee? ♪

♪ Why your joyous
strains prolong? ♪

♪ What the gladsome tidings be ♪

♪ Which inspire
your heavenly song? ♪

♪ Gloria ♪

♪ In excelsis deo ♪

♪ Gloria ♪

♪ In excelsis deo ♪

♪ Come to Bethlehem and see ♪

♪ Him whose birth
the angels sing ♪

♪ Come, adore on bended knee ♪

♪ Christ, the lord,
our newborn king ♪

♪ Gloria ♪

♪ In excelsis deo ♪

♪ Gloria ♪

♪ In excelsis deo ♪♪

[keys rattling]

[Sewing machine whirring]

Hey!

Rach'!

Oh!

It's 9:00, you nut.

I don't care, go away.

You know you won't have time

to finish that dress
before the contest.

I will. I'm not gonna be
the only one who's not in it.

[Sighing]

We had meatballs tonight,
in case you are hungry.

I don't care if I never
eat again. Now go away.

Boy, what a grouch.

[Mumbling]

Rach', come on.

No, I'm gonna finish it
if it kills me. Now go away!

All right.

Starve!

[Door slams]

[Sighs]

Darn old machine.

It did it again.

[Sighing]

[Sighing]

Rachel.

What are you doing?
It's after 11:00.

Sister Margaret said
I could stay and finish.

I know, but not
this late. It's...

What is it?

A--a cocktail dress.

Oh.

However did you manage
to make it come out
looking like this?

I didn't.
It just happened.

Do you have more material?

All right, rip.

Mary.

Rachel wasn't--

oh, she--she fell asleep.

So I thought I'd let her rest
for a few minutes.

Must be after midnight.

It's nearly 5:00,
reverend mother.

Oh?

Why, so it is.
My, my, my.

Well.

Oh, it looks beautiful!

It is nice, isn't it?

I used to do a great deal
of sewing when I was a girl.

I always blessed
my mother for insisting

that I learn how
to handle a needle.

When my parents died,
I was 16 then...

My uncle,
who lived in Paris--

Paris?

Oh, Paris was my mother's home

before she immigrated
to Quebec and married
my father.

I lost my parents within
3 months of each other.

A flu epidemic.

Well,

anyway, I went to live in Paris.

My uncle arranged
for my apprenticeship

with a well-known couturier.

Of course,
I was only a seamstress.

But I had visions
of creating my own designs

in the house
of Madeleine Rouche,

challenging the great Chanel.

[Sighing]

That was my name,
Madeleine Rouche.

I remember standing behind
the curtains with the fitters

when the collections were shown.

The buyers came
from all over the world.

Many times, as I watched
the models display the gowns,

I'd think, now, I would have
done that one differently.

Used a different fabric,

something that had
more movement,

more mystery...

[Sighing]

I know it's vanity, of course.

But I think I could have made
a success of it.

But how could you give it up?

I found something better.

[Crowd clapping]

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Rachel,

I'm sure you want
to contribute the $10

to sister Rose Marie's
mission fund.

And, uh, I know you want
sister Margaret to have these.

Oh, thank you.

But I absolutely insist
that you keep the entire box

of lovely threads for yourself.

[Sighing]

Thank you, reverend mother.

[Crowd clapping]

Victim!

[Girl diving]

[Whistle blows]

Rescuer!

Victim!

[Girl diving]

[Whistle blows]

Rescuer!

I have a feeling we shouldn't
have cut swimming for 3 years.

Think positive.

Oh, sure.
[Whistle blows]

What do you think
we ought to do?

Pray.

[Whistle blows]
Victim!

Well, sister Clarissa
won't let us drown.

I wouldn't count on it.

[Whistle blows]

Victim!

[Girl diving]

Rescuer!

[Whistle blows]

Victim!

[Whistle blows]

Rescuer!

Victim!

[Clearing throat]

After you.

[Blowing air]

[Blows whistle]

Victim.

I'll let you know
if my whole life

passes before me while I drown.

Don't bother,
I'll find out for myself.

Help!

[Rachel coughing]

She can't swim, she's drowning!

That's the idea. Get in.

Hang on, Rach', I'm coming.

(Mary)
help!

I can't swim e-e-either.

[Coughing]

How's the water, sister?

I wonder if my father knows
he's paying good money

to have me educated
to be a janitor.

It's better than doing pots.

I guess so.

I still think that was
a pretty dirty crack

reverend mother made.

Which dirty crack
of several hundreds

are you referring to?

That anyone who survived

as many exotic diseases
as we have,

ought to will
their bodies to science.

I told you, you can only get
malaria in the tropics.

Oh, if there are any more
St. Francises in here,

I'll kill myself.

Hmm.

Hey, Mary, look at this!

[Mary gasping]

(Mary)
I don't believe it.

Sister Constance is leaving?

How about that?

I bet her lover, who went off
to war or something,

finally found her here,

and now she's gonna give up
being a nun.

Well, you always said
she was a flawless beauty,

and it was absolutely criminal
for her to be trapped
into being a nun.

I'll empty the wastebasket.

You could start piling
the posters.

Ok.
I'll be right back.

(Girl #1)
Good afternoon,
sister Constance.

(Girl #2)
Hello, sister Constance.

(Mary)
sister Constance.

Well, what are you doing?

Penance in the art class?

You're going away.

Well, yes. I don't know
how you know about it.

But I am leaving, right after
your class graduates.

But how can you stop
being a nun?

Stop being a nun?

Wherever did
you get such an idea?

Aren't you?

Heavens, no.

Mary, this isn't just a club
you resign from.

You see, I'm going
to the Philippines.

There's a leper colony there,

and I'm going to teach
the sick children.

But suppose you get it?
You're so beautiful.

It's so unfair
that they should send you
to a place like that.

But I asked to be sent, Mary.

They need teachers very badly.

The disease is controlled

and much less dangerous
than people think.

But suppose you do get it?

Then I'll pray I'll have
the strength to endure.

I want to go, Mary.

You really do?

Cross my heart.

And you're really happy
about it, aren't you?

Very happy.

Now, what are you
so solemn about?

God's in his heaven.
All's well with the world.

Now cheer up.

Mary.

Shh.

You sick, or something?

No.

Then what's the matter?

Nothing.

Rach', listen.

You've got a scathingly
brilliant idea?

No.

Then what?

There's only
4 weeks to graduation.

How about that?

I'll miss you, mar'.

I'll miss you, too, you old nut.

[Laughs]

Thanks.

I think we ought
to get some sleep.

6:00 comes
awfully fast.

Yes.

Good night, Rachel.

Good night, Mary.

[Birds chirping]

Hey!

It's 8:00.

Bell didn't ring, go to sleep.

It's 8:00, and sister Ursula
didn't ring the bell.

(Girl #1)
Oh, no, 8:00!

Maybe reverend mother cooked
up another silent Sunday.

It's Tuesday, you goon.

A little thing like that
wouldn't faze reverend mother.

[Yawning]

(All)
good morning,
reverend mother.

Sister Ursula
didn't ring the bell.

Honest,
reverend mother.
That's true.

There will be no classes today.

There's been a death
among the sisters.

[All sighing]

(Girl #1)
Sister prudence,
reverend mother?

No, sister Liguori.

(Girl #2)
Sister Liguori!

(Girl #3)
Reverend mother,
what happened?

Her heart...
She died in her sleep.

Those of you who wish
to pay your respects

to sister Liguori

may do so after
her family has departed.

Will you all dress now, please,

and be as quiet as possible?

How can she be so cold?

Father Devlin,
who administered
the last rites,

will offer mass.

Rosary will be recited
tonight at 7:00.

Thank you, reverend mother.

You've been very kind.

[Whispering]
well, Liguori,

this is the last race

at Pimlico.

[Crying]

(Sister Clarissa)
All right, girls,
quiet down, now.

All right, girls.

Now, hands folded in front,
hold still,

have a pleasant expression.

Hold it.

Hold it.

Oh!

Lovely! That's lovely. Now go
and get your bouquets, girls.

There you are, sister.
Thank you. Take it over there.

All right, girls.
Get your bouquets.

That's it.

[Chattering]

(Sister #1)
Oh, you look just lovely.
Turn around the other way.

Sit down.

Just lovely.

All right, that's it.

Put your bow down.

Bows down, girls.
Bows down.

Sister Constance, yes?

Charlotte's gonna faint.

You--you hold her,
just a second.

No, she isn't.
Here we are,
smelling salt.

[Gasps]

There.
do you feel better?

[Gasping]
thank you, sister.

Good.

Your attention, girls.

You are all
remarkably beautiful.

In a few moments,
you'll go through these doors,

graduate, and begin a new life
away from St. Francis.

I hope that you will
remember us with love,

as we shall remember you.

It is our custom at this time,
just before graduation,

to announce the names
of the girls

who have decided
to enter our order.

The decision to serve god
is not an easy one,

but it is a joyful one.

And I hope you will share
this joy with the 2 girls

who are going to remain
at St. Francis,

and begin their novitiate.

The girls are:
Sheila Michaels

[all gasping]

And Mary Clancy.

Mary, congratulations.
Mary?

No.

Rach'...

[Bell tolling]

Time.

God bless you all.

[Station bell ringing]

[Train clattering]

Make sure you get
all the bags, now.

The train will be
pulling out any minute.

My love to your parents.

In 3 weeks, dear. We'll be
looking forward to it.

Bye-bye.

Rachel, Mary's very upset
that you won't speak with her.

There's nothing to say.

She...

She's a traitor,
she was brainwashed.

Someday you'll understand,
Rachel.

No, I won't. Never.

Won't you at least say
goodbye to her?

She's your closest
and dearest friend.

She's made a difficult
and courageous decision.

It wasn't her decision.

Yes, it was.

Rachel, look at me.

It was her decision.

You, of all people,
should know how strong she is.

She didn't yield,
Rachel. She chose.

And I'd rather have one
like Mary who chooses,

than a hundred who yield.

She has so much to give.

All our sisters do,

but Mary will give
with joy and laughter.

And defiance, I imagine.

In fact, I have a feeling
that someday, many people,

even those in
the highest places,

will know that
Mary Clancy came our way.

She has some scathingly
brilliant ideas.

[Train horn blowing]

Goodbye, reverend mother.

Not one word for Mary, Rachel?

No.

Rach'.

Oh, Rach', please!

You could've told me.
Why didn't you tell me?

You don't know how much
I wanted to tell you.

Oh, I hope it's wonderful.
Honest, I do.

[Crying]

Boy, you'll make some crazy nun.

How about that?

Uncle George nearly died
when I told him.

(Conductor)
all aboard!

Will you write to me?

Of course!

Just 'cause I'm gonna be a nun

doesn't mean
I can't write to you.

(Conductor)
all aboard!

I got to go.

[Both crying]

Arrivederci!

Goodbye, reverend mother!

Goodbye, Rachel.

Goodbye, St. Francis!

Goodbye, Mary.

Goodbye, Rachel.

All right, young lady.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.
goodbye.

Well, who knows,
reverend mother?

Maybe one day Rachel
will come back

and join the order.

If she does, I quit.

[Thunder rumbling]