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Where's Edward?
Where's my husband?

Dr. jeffreys
is up at the hospital.

You talked to him
on the telephone, remember?

Oh, yes, of course, the flood.

There have been some casualties.
There may be more.

I've brought practically
my entire dispensary...

All the sulfa, penicillin,
enough splints and plaster

to mend 100 broken bones.

Please hurry, Mr. harmer.
I can't stand this much longer.

I haven't left my bed for weeks.

Put your bundles down,
everybody,

until we can find
places for you.

- Sister Helen!
- Reverend mother.

You will receive the villagers.

Use that table near the door.
Where is sister Mary?

I don't know, reverend mother.
I've been so busy.

I et me have these blankets.

Be sure and list
everybody who enters,

and take the names
of those who are already here.

We must keep a record
of every single person.

There.

You'll be close enough
to nudge Mr. Evans if he snores.

Mr. Evans will need
more than a nudge.

Oh, Willie, I told you
those go in the recreation room.

Nurse Phillips won't have
them there.

Nurse Phillips?
What is she doing there?

She be fixing it up proper
for the ladies

accustomed to privacy.

Who gave her the authority to...

Come along, Willie.

I must say,
this time she's right.

This time?
Sister Mary is always right.

It's one of the rules
of this hospital.

What's the matter now?

Something about the sisters'
recreation room and Phillips.

Sister, sister Mary!

How many? How many for supper?

Nobody knows. Cook all you can,
sister Josephine,

your best onion soup.

It's already on the fire,

but I thought a bit of a stew
would be appropriate.

A bit? Cook all the meat
we have on hand.

Oh, you mean, no weighin'
and no figurin',

just dump it on with
plenty of carrots and potatoes?

And anything else
that's nourishing.

How splendid.
Sancti spiritus, domine.

Corda nostra mundet...

Nurse Phillips, I don't remember
giving you permission

- to leave the hospital.
- No, you didn't,

but when everything's
in a turmoil

one forgets formalities.

There is no turmoil here
unless we create it.

Sister Mary, Phillips asked
my permission to leave the ward.

Well, that's quite all right,
doctor.

I plan this room to be
the children's dormitory.

I want them away
from the contagion ward.

- The mother superior...
- Sister Mary's absolutely right.

This whole thing was my idea.

I'm so worried about my wife.

She'll be here any minute,
and she has to be kept quiet.

Of course, doctor.

We'll screen off her bed
in the ward.

Oh, never mind, sister.

I'll have a bed put up
in my office.

Please, Dr. jeffreys,
don't be offended.

There's nothing
personal in this.

It's just that it's my duty
to see that things are done

- in the right way.
- I understand.

The right way?

You mean your way,

and that's what's personal
about it.

You just have to be right,
always right!

Please return
to the hospital, nurse.

Very well.

But I'm going to get out of here
the first chance I have.

You resent anybody
with a will of her own.

Maybe if I were a thieving
half-wit like Willie,

you'd approve of me.

You're down on me, you are.

Willie, no!

- Thieving, you say!
- Willie!

My hands be clean.

I have no sin on them.

Willie... go to the tower,

ring the bell.

We must warn those
who are still below.

We're all
a little jumpy tonight.

I'm sure nurse Phillips
didn't mean what she said.

I meant every word and more.

What happened? What is it?

I'm fed up.
I've had all I can take.

Nurse Phillips is upset.

Let her speak her mind, doctor.

Whatever I say, you'll find
an eloquent answer for it.

You always do to defend
your pets and fancies.

Well, let me tell you this.

It would do your soul good
to be wrong once in a while.

If you weren't so positive
about everything,

perhaps your sister
would still be alive.

She... she doesn't mean it.
Sister.

Doctor?

Mrs. jeffreys and Mr. harmer
have just arrived.

Oh, thank you. Excuse me.

Willie has proved once more
that he cannot be trusted.

As soon as conditions
are back to normal,

he must be sent away.

Yes, reverend mother.

We are preparing this room
for the children.

They should be as far removed
from the wards as possible.

They'll be safer here

and they won't disturb
the patients.

To be sure...

How well you plan everything.

I hadn't planned
on losing Phillips.

In fits of anger, we all say
things we don't really mean.

Sister... l want you to know

that I have not betrayed
your confidence.

I've no idea how nurse Phillips
found out about your sister.

Phillips must have resented me
for a long time.

We can't expect
to be loved by everyone,

not even
our blessed saints were.

We've got to learn
to accept the fact

that we are less than angels
and make the best of ourselves.

Reverend mother,
have I made the best of myself?

Of course you have.

And you came to us later
in life than most of the others.

Sometimes I think
it was too late.

It's never too late
to serve god and the ailing.

Your record is a splendid
example of it...

From novice
to matron of the hospital

in eight short years.

The echoes of a past life
don't die easily.

They will at last.

If I could only be sure
that in changing my life

I have succeeded
in changing myself.

You must not hold
yourself responsible

for what happened
to your sister.

I should have let her alone.

If she wanted that man
I had no right to interfere.

But he was altogether
an unfit person for her.

It was your duty to protect her.

But I can't escape the thought
that it was I...

Suicide is such
a horrible thing.

Perhaps you should go
into retreat for a while.

There's nothing more comforting
than a week of silence

and meditation alone with god.

I've tried.
I find no comfort, no peace.

It will come to you...

In its own way,
in its own time...

In your own heart.

Hot soup.

Hot soup coming through.
Hot soup.

Dr. jeffreys wants me
to go apologize, but I won't.

Why should I respect her habit
when she doesn't...

With the compliments
of Mr. Evans in ward two.

Oh, the Sunday "times."
How thoughtful of him.

Not even a flood can stop you
from collecting old newspapers.

Well, if I had a thousand,

I'd have a thousand and one
uses for them.

- Never...
- Discard a newspaper.

- And never...
- Throw away a piece of string.

Now there must be
a gizzard in here somewheres.

Oh, there you are.

I'm so hungry, I could faint.

Help yourself, nurse.

No, not the one
with the gizzard.

That's for the sweet Mr. Evans.

I do like the times.

The pages have such a nice
gray effect on my shelves.

We've 72 adults
and 25 children so far.

72 and 25.

72 and 25...
There's so much noise here.

- 97.
- Right you are.

And add it to our regular
85, which makes it...

182.

Yeah, 182, right, exactly.

Sister Mary, you're wanted
in the great room.

- Is it urgent?
- A man and two women have arrived.

- Sister Helen will put them up.
- But they don't want to stay.

They want to borrow
some petrol or a car.

Oh.

Well, I guess they'll have time
for some hot soup.

There goes Mr. Evans' gizzard.

To bring her to a convent,
that's blasphemy.

- I can't...
- She always be kind to me.

Sister.

And a first-class customer.

I will not have my baby
under the same roof

with that creature.

- Good evening, Mrs. Smithson.
- Sister.

Molly.

- Good evening.
- Keep out, sister.

The devil's daughter
be in there.

Open the door, please.

Take off your coat. It's soaked.

Can't you let me alone
for a second?

You'll get a chill.

Don't you worry about my health.

They won't care if I sneeze.

They'll say "bless you"
and go right ahead.

I only want you
to be comfortable.

We'll be back on the road soon.

I've brought you some soup.

Did you hear, Pierce, soup,

steaming-hot and nourishing.

I was told there were
three of you.

Sergeant melling's in there
with the sister in charge.

Oh, you mean reverend mother.

I hope you like our soup.

Some of us think
sister Josephine

has missed her vocation.

She's our cook as well as
matron of our lay-sisters.

I don't want any.

Oh, please have some.
It'll warm you.

I'm not cold!

Then let me have your coat.

Leave me alone, please.

Maybe you don't care
about getting ill,

- but we do.
- Why should you?

Well, for one thing,
our wards are overcrowded.

Don't worry, I shan't take up
your precious space.

What's keeping him so long?
I want to get out of here.

Why are you in such a hurry?

I'm not. They are.

Isn't there anything I can do?
Perhaps if you'd explain.

There's nothing you can do.

Sister, there's nothing
you can do for her.

Let me have a cigarette.

I suppose smoking
isn't permitted.

Usually not,
but in these circumstances...

What circumstances?

- You know.
- I said what circumstances?

With practically the entire
village up here,

we can't be too strict
about regulations.

So if you'd like to smoke,
please do.

You're not fooling me.
You know who I am.

They all do.

You're only being kind to me
because you have to be.

It's part of your duty.

That's true.

And if I can't be of any help

it only means
that I've failed in my work.

Oh, very clever, sister,

humble yourself to the sinner,

appeal to his conscience.

It's the trick that never fails.

Well, with me, it does.

You see,
I've no conscience left.

And I have no tricks left,

except to ask you once more
to take off your coat.

There.

I don't want you to be
a failure on my account.

You'd make me an even greater
success if you took your soup.

- Let me take your wet shoes.
- Get up!

Don't kneel before me!
Let me alone!

I don't want you to touch me!

Yes?

When?

Oh, they're all out I'm sure,

though they had sufficient
warning.

Hello?

Hello, sister ambrosine,

I was talking to the chief
engineer at the dyke.

I was cut off.

Will you ring through, please?

What?

Oh.

The reverend lady's
been good enough

to lend us their ambulance car.

We ought to be in Norwich
within the hour.

I'm afraid you can't. Why not,
ma'am?

What is it, sister?

The dike has been abandoned.

They expect it to collapse
at any moment.

In that case,
I must telephone Norwich

and have them send a launch.

I'm afraid you can't
do that either.

The wires are down.

There's no way to communicate
with the outside.

But we must be in Norwich
before tomorrow.

- She's got to be there.
- But it's impossible.

It will be two or three days.

Two or three days?

I couldn't stand it.

Sister, better put the entire
staff on emergency duty.

The dike's gone.

They're bringing in casualties.

Why didn't the fools give up
the attempt before the...

Valerie.

Valerie...

How did you get here, Valerie?

Valerie carns, of course.

That's right.
Valerie carns, the murderess.

Valerie carns, who is on her
way to Norwich prison

to be hanged in the morning.

But now it won't be,
not tomorrow morning!

They'll just have to wait!

Can you see the notice,
"postponed because of rain,"

like a cricket match!

Come on.

Take her to my office
and put her on the couch.

I'll get her a sedative.

Don't leave her alone,
Pierce, not for a second.

- Sister Mary?
- Yes?

My Molly, she feels awful queer.

What's wrong, Mr. Smithson?

Well, if something happens,
will you look after her?

You'll be such a comfort to her

when our little Janie be born.

It be the murder woman
putting the Mark of Cain

on the child
that Molly be carrying.

The flood will be gone
and your wife

will be home long
before the baby's born.

Would you tell her that
yourself, sister?

- It'd be a great comfort to her.
- Of course.

Oh, it's you, sister Mary.

I'm so glad you're here.

Something tells me my baby
will come before the time.

Will you be here to take
care of me when it comes?

Yes, of course.

Thank you, sister.

Thank you.

Mrs. jeffreys.

- Yes?
- Breakfast is ready.

- Is Dr. jeffreys coming?
- In a minute.

He's just finishing in surgery.

- Isabel?
- Yes, Edward.

Come, dear,
breakfast is on the table.

- Have you seen her?
- Whom?

Valerie.

Yes, last night for a moment.

How did you know she was here?

Nurse Phillips told me.

Oh, Valerie's innocent.
I swear she is.

Lower your voice,

and for heaven's sake,
be sensible.

I can't bear the thought of her
being under the same roof

and me sitting here.

Now come on,
pull yourself together.

Breakfast is getting cold.

Good morning.

Sit here, Isabel.

Mr. harmer.

Oh, please go ahead,
Dr. jeffreys,

no formalities this morning.

Mmm, smells good, doesn't it?

- Good morning, Mrs. jeffreys.
- Morning, sister.

Edward, please let me
go to see her.

You couldn't see her
even if I wanted you to.

She's under arrest. Yes, sister?

I'd like to go over
these charts with you,

but it can wait till
you've had your breakfast.

Where are they keeping her?

In the private office
of mother superior.

Now just to please me, hmm?

Miss carns was moved
to my office this morning.

We decided it would be better

if she were completely
separated from the others.

Yes, public opinion
is violently against her.

It's a pity.

Well, you can't really
blame them.

After all,
she did kill her own brother,

did you know Jason carns?

Only slightly.

Dr. jeffreys is the one
who really knew him

having been his doctor.

What was actually the matter
with him?

A stroke, left him almost
completely paralyzed,

the result of chronic alcoholism
and an overall dissolute life.

Isabel, sister Mary will think
you don't like their cooking.

Oh, but I do. It's excellent.

All this excitement
has been too much for you.

As soon as you've finished,
you go back to bed

and I'll give you your sedative.

I don't think I need it today.

I'm not a bit tired.

Let me be the judge of that.

I'll never forget the look
in her eyes

when I stepped out
of the witness box.

By jove, I'm famished.

And all I did
was tell the truth.

I had to do that.

After all, I filled out
the prescription.

She poisoned him?
Wasn't that the charge?

Gave him three tablets
at one time,

a fatal overdose,
would have killed a horse.

I wager she wasn't glad
to see you here, doctor.

- I'm afraid not.
- Why not?

I was a key witness
for the crown.

Yet he did everything
he could to save her,

brought up all
the extenuating circumstances.

If only Willie hadn't overheard.

Willie, our Willie?

Yes, he used to help out
at the carns' house.

What did he overhear?

It was after a particularly
bad night.

Jason was in agonizing pain.

When I got there,

I found Valerie
terribly distraught.

She had no idea
what she was saying.

She kept repeating,
"I wish he were dead.

I wish he were dead.”

I'm sorry, dear.

We were all shocked by it,
this tragic affair.

And the court took Willie's
testimony as evidence?

No, not Willie's, mine,

but I had to admit that
he was telling the truth.

The truth is the truth.
You were under oath.

I'll leave the charts with you.

Thank you.

Here now, you can't go in there.

I thought I could see
miss carns for a moment.

What about?

I knew her slightly before...
Before it happened.

I thought I could comfort her.

There's very little any of us
can do for her, ma'am,

short of saving her
from the gallows.

The gallows...

Aren't you Dr. Jeffrey's wife?

Yes. You won't mention
this to him, will you?

I'm not very well.

He'd be very upset
if he knew that I...

- Mum's the word.
- Thank you.

You all know what
you're to do, sisters.

We must be firm about people
remaining in the rooms

to which we have assigned them.

You'll please report to me
immediately

if there's any difficulty.

The day staff will relieve you
just before mass.

I better go back.

Wasn't that Mrs. jeffreys?

Yes, she wanted to see
miss carns.

And you wouldn't allow her?

Do you think I'm too hard
on the prisoner?

No, it's not...

With all due respect
to your intentions,

don't get involved
with miss carns.

Let me warn you, sister.

It's not kind to encourage
the prisoner

to any form of self-pity.

It only makes it harder
for her...

And for us.

Who's playing?

Miss carns.
She's a fine musician.

That's one of the things
she's missed the most,

her piano.

Has she been a difficult
prisoner?

No more than most,
not as much as some.

Of course these last days
are the worst

after the home secretary
turned down the appeal.

You see,
they all have the same idea.

- What's that?
- That they're not guilty.

I see.

Oh, I meant to ask Willie
to repair this latch for ages.

When did you come in?

Just a few moments ago.

Please go on.

It's not disturbing me,
on the contrary.

How is Willie?

Oh, I don't know,
unpredictable as always.

And just as frightened.

He didn't look at me once
during the trial,

just kept wiping
the perspiration off his face.

But I'm not angry with him.
He only repeated what he heard.

I shouldn't try to guess.
I know so little about music.

Is it debussy?

No, it's carns.

You're a composer?

Jason carns.

Jason, your brother?

Yes, the one I killed.

You don't like it, do you?

- Oh, but I do.
- No, you don't.

Poor Jason, all his life
he had to contend

with heads shaking
in disapproval.

Well, you're all wrong.

Jason's music has great merit

and will not be forgotten.

That's the only thing
I still believe in.

Wouldn't you like to change
into something more comfortable?

I forgot to bring
my wardrobe along,

very careless of me.

Oh, forgive me.

This will keep you warm.

Are you sure you don't mind
a murderess sleeping

on your couch?

You didn't kill your brother.
I'm sure you didn't.

How very kind of you.
That makes two of us.

Even if you had done it,

out of some false sense
of mercy,

his death would be
on your conscience

and you wouldn't find peace,
not for a second.

You had it while you played.

But I've told you,
I have no conscience.

I'll never believe that.

I should have played
Jason's sonata for the jury.

Perhaps they'd have
acquitted me.

I have the deepest conviction...

No, don't talk about
divine inspiration.

I wasn't going to.

Then tell me why
do you think I'm not guilty?

Tell me.

Perhaps because I know
how it feels to be guilty.

All right, suppose you believe
in my innocence,

what does that mean to me?

Words, just words, but can you
do something about it?

- I can pray for you.
- More words.

If you really want me
to believe you, do something.

Help me to live through
these last few days.

I will.

Bring me the one human being
who really cares about me.

His hame is Sidney kingham.

Is he here?

No, in Norwich,
only eight short miles away.

You know,

but you know it's impossible
to get to Norwich.

You're a nun, a holy woman.

Why don't you perform a miracle?

Don't slurp so loud.
Chew with your mouth closed.

Then I'd be choked.

Put the food in your mouth,

not your mouth
in the food, Willie.

Aye.

Oh, Willie, miss carns
asked about you.

- Kindly, did she?
- Yes.

She's not angry with you.
She made a point of that.

She be as kind and sweet
as any bird.

Finish your supper
and get some sleep.

Tomorrow's another long day
ahead of us.

Aye, sister.

Have you had anything to eat?

Mm-hmm.

I don't know, I must have.

I'm not a bit hungry.

Oh, I'm too tired.

Well, I'm that tired.
I haven't the energy to stop.

Peeling potatoes for me
is like knitting for others.

It relaxes me.

And in the spring when
they're very small,

they feel like beads,

and I say my rosary
while I work.

Sure, I must have told you
this a hundred times or more.

What did you say?

Something's preying
on your mind.

You have that far away
look in your eyes.

Is it still that
unfortunate girl?

This great flood,
it's god's will.

It must be.

It surely is.
It was in Noah's day.

It must be his will,

to surround our house with water
to let no one in,

and no one out.

Oh, if I could only
go to Norwich.

To Norwich?

I'd do anything if
I could get there tonight.

Well, that's the first
foolish thing

I've heard you say
in eight years.

We'll have leek and potato
soup tomorrow.

'Night, sisters.

- Oh, good night, Willie.
- Good night.

Be here at 6:00 to start
the fires.

Aye, sisters.

Oh, I guess they've soaked
long enough now.

You forgot the water.

I mean me feet.

Ever since last night,

from the first moment I saw her,

something passed between us.

I know she's no more guilty
of murder than... you are.

But you can't be so certain,
sister.

But I am. I am certain.

It's as if I were driven
from within to do something.

Sister, I need your help.

My help?

I want to know
everything about the trial.

But how would I know?

Those newspapers
you're always hoarding.

Find me every scrap
dated January.

Is this wise, sister?

Please, I must do this.

But I might have used
those papers.

It's been over a month ago.

- We've got to find them!
- Tomorrow.

No, no, tonight.

Here we are, January 14th.

"Carns trial continues.
Defendant denies guilt."

Well, that's all there is here.

Let me think.
What else did we do in January?

The medicine cupboards, yes.

Listen to this.

Prosecution... "If no one else
was in the house",

who then but you
could have given your brother

"the three tablets?"

Carns... "L told you 100 times,"

I took one tablet from the file.

I did not substitute the aspirin
for the two missing tablets.

"I gave him one tablet,
just one tablet."

Shh, not so loud.

This is a picture
of Jason carns.

- Do we need that?
- No.

Shh, come on.

What's the meaning of this,
Isabel?

Where did you get this?

I found it on this table.

I heard a noise...

Sol...

You're lying.

You've been hiding this picture
against my orders.

No, Edward. I found it here.

- I came out because...
- There was nobody outside.

You're lying to me.

Edward, I told you I would
never lie to you again.

Go back to bed, Isabel. Go on.

I think they only changed
the papers

under the raspberries
and the apple sauce.

November.

Here's one.

"Chemist harmer gives
testimony."

Oh, I think we have that
from another paper.

Better make sure.

Who's there?

It'd be me, Willie.

Willie, you're dripping wet.

I've come to fetch you, sister.

What have you been doing,
Willie?

You'd be wishing
to go to Norwich,

and so you will.

Norwich, tonight?

Willie found a way.

Nobody could but Willie.

The fog be thick and ghost-like,

but don't be afeared, sister.

The moon be 'elping.

The rain be stopped for good,
I'd be thinkin...

There be a dike right under us,

crushed flat by the flooding,
it be.

Willie, do you know a man
named Sidney kingham?

Aye, sister.

He be takin' miss Valerie
for long walks.

Do you know where he lives?

Aye.

Last Christmas I took
a package to him.

He gave me half a crown.

I bought some sweeties
at the bakery.

And on the way back,
I got a bellyache.

Good. Oh, I mean,

I'm glad you know where
he lives.

That be blackthorn hill,

and down the other side,
there be the bog.

Will you stay close
behind me, sister?

Yes.

I'll not go too fast,
but you must be careful,

not let no slimy places take
your feet and drag you down.

I'm all right, Willie.
Let's lose no time.

Willie, did Mr. kingham come
often to visit miss carns?

He couldn't.

Her brother, Mr. Jason,
he hated Mr. kingham.

He did? Why?

He was afeared Mr. kingham

be taking miss Valerie
away from him.

He was a mean one, all right.

'Urting others be his pleasure.

Mr. Jason was a very sick man.

He hurt me,

threw a jug of milk at me,
cut my head!

I'd be bleedin' like a pig.

Why did he do that?

He said my hands be
pickin' and stealin'.

He'd be lookin' for some letter.

But Willie didn't take it,
not then.

But you did take it?

After he cut me with a jug, aye!

Oh, Willie.

He punish Willie for pickin',
Willie be pickin',

what did you do
with that letter?

I have it.

I be hidin' it in my room.

You've been hid...
Do you know what it says?

Nay, I just smell it
every night before sleepin'.

When we get back, Willie,

I-1 want you to show me
that letter.

Aye, sister.

It smells proper sweet,
as lilac in the spring.

What about my beer?

It's after hours.

Oh, now, go along, Mr. kingham.

You'll not do yourself
or anyone else any good,

hanging about here.

Maybe they all drowned.

They were driving through
tonight

before the dike caved in.

Maybe she doesn't have
to face tomorrow morning.

I'll get you one.

Mr. kingham.

Willie. How did you get here?

You have to come
with me outside.

That's all I be saying.

- Who's out there?
- You're to come with me.

Over here.

- Oh, I thought it was...
- Mr. kingham.

I'm sister Mary bonaventure

from the convent
of our lady of rheims.

What is it you want?

- Miss carns is at the convent.
- What?

- How do you know?
- I've just come from there.

Through the floods?
That's impossible.

Willie showed her the way,

and the sister be not afeared.

The only thing she wants
is to see you once more.

It maybe days before
they can get out.

But if you could get out,
why can't they?

I never thought of that.

I knew how much she needed you.

And Willie found
a boat somewhere.

This'll get you into serious
trouble, sister.

It's too late to think
about that now.

No, it isn't.

If you go back without me,
they need never find out.

Oh, Mr. kingham...

Either you're an extremely
considerate man, or...

Or you don't want
to come back with us.

I'm not a considerate man.

Oh, the poor child.

And she told me you're
the only person in the world

who cares for her.

I do.

I love her.

We were going to be married.

But that has nothing to do
with my believing she's guilty.

I've tried not to believe it.

I've been over the trial,

all the evidence
a thousand times.

How do you think it feels

to love someone
found guilty of murder?

How do you think I can stand
the thought of tomorrow,

or the next day?

It's miss carns,
we should consider now.

She has a few hours.

You don't have to tell me that.

And I am considering Valerie.

What if she should find out
how I feel about her?

Would I make her last
few hours happier,

or more miserable?

Of course I want
to see her again.

Every bit as much
as she wants to see me.

What if she should see
through me?

Will you take the responsibility

for her added suffering?

You're the authority
on mercy and charity.

You tell me.

You decide.
You tell me what to do.

Come back with us.

Very well, sister.

Willie, what on earth
are you doing?

Crushing the little boat.

They'll be using it to take
miss Valerie to be hanged.

Willie is much wiser
than anyone would think.

You'd better wait here.

- Who is it?
- Sister Mary.

Oh. Just a minute.

What time is it?

I don't know.

Oh, it's you.

I did what you asked.
I went to Norwich.

You must have walked
on the water.

Willie found a boat.

Sidney!

Sidney.

Sister Mary...

Dear sister.

- Sergeant, Mary...
- You go and have your breakfast.

I'll stay with her.

Oh, sister Mary.

Is it true that you went
to Norwich last night?

Yes, sergeant.

Of course, you notified
the authorities that we're here.

No.

No... I didn't have it in mind.

Oh, that's unfortunate.

However, I'll have Willie
or whatever his name is

take us to Norwich immediately.

Oh, I'm afraid
that's impossible.

Willie destroyed the boat.

Destroyed the boat?

Why didn't you stop him?

She couldn't.

This is Mr. kingham.

Kingham?

Sidney kingham...

Her fiancé.

So that's why you had to go
to Norwich to bring him back.

I'll see the authorities
find out about this.

You must do your duty, sergeant.

It's my fault, sister.
I shouldn't have asked you.

I knew what I was doing.

Wait, sister.

I have a gift for you.

We don't accept gifts.

You did this for
an innocent woman,

not a guilty one.

I swear this to you.

It's all I have.

I make you a gift of it...

My innocence.

Ah, deo gratieas.

I'll Cherish that.

I can't believe it, Sidney.

I can't believe that
you're really here.

Oh, there are so many things
I want to tell you and ask you.

Now I can't remember
a single one.

I'm so tired.

Valerie, my love...

I don't...

It's so hard to say anything,
I know,

but words aren't important.

I just want to rest my head
on your shoulder...

And hold your hand.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Oh, sister Mary, - yes, nurse.

We've been looking
all over for you for hours.

- But I'm afraid it's too late now.
- What is it?

- Mrs. Smithson's had her baby.
- Oh, no.

The doctor and I
had a most difficult time.

But what about the mother
and the baby?

I was coming to that.

Mrs. Smithson kept
asking for you.

She said you promised
to be with her.

The baby's barely breathing,
a hopeless case.

You let me Molly down,
sister, you did.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Smithson,
but I didn't know...

You had to go and bring that
evil woman's lover back.

Her pleasure meant more to you
than my wife and baby.

Oh, don't bother,
there's nothing you can do.

Our baby will die.

It's my first boy.

Morning, sister.

Atelectasis?

Both lungs.

We've managed to aspirate
some mucous,

but he's still hardly breathing.

Have you used oxygen?

Yes.

We had him in the Incubator
until an hour ago.

I'd bronchoscope him
if I had the equipment,

is it that bad?

Couldn't be any worse.

Would you like me to take over?

You must be twice
as tired as I am.

No, I'm not.

I wish you'd spoken with me
before you went to Norwich.

I'm afraid you couldn't
have changed my mind.

It'll break your heart
if you get yourself involved

in the carns' affair.

Well, call me
if there's any sudden change.

In every community
civic or religious,

there's always a Judas.

We must remember
not to make the mistake

of condemning the pluribus
for the sins of the unum.

Mrs. jeffreys,

you should have seen
what happened this morning.

When the villagers saw sister
Mary, they blocked her way.

They brandished
their fists at her.

I don't believe it.
I know the men of our village.

They'd never raise a finger
against a holy woman.

Sister Mary isn't holy.
She's sanctimonious.

You hate her very much,
don't you?

I hate people with
a superiority complex.

That's why I'm going to leave
this place.

You won't have to.

I'll wager when the bishop
hears about this,

sister Mary will be transferred
in a hurry.

Do you really think so?

Sister Mary be here?

No, and you should
know better than

to come in here,
filthy as you are!

To everything there is a season.

Stop mumbling, you dunderhead.

What is it you want?

I want to speak to sister Mary.

You can't.

She's busy in the delivery room.

Will you be kind and tell her
Willie has the blue letter

that smells as lilacs
in the spring.

Lilacs?

Lilacs are my favorite flower.

I'm afraid we won't
have any this spring,

not after this flood.

They be smellin' sweet
on the letter,

if sister Mary let me keep 'em.

What are you talking about?

Gibberish.

You just tell sister Mary,
she knows,

the letter Mr. Jason
be looking for.

What Mr. Jason?

- Jason carns.
- Aye.

Don't you know Mr. Jason's dead?

Aye. He be proper dead.

Willie, that's no way to talk.

Sister Mary
be asking for the letter

when we be crossing the bog.

Well, give it to me.
I'll take it to her.

I don't have it.
I'd be hidin' it in my room.

What for?

There's only one thief
around and that's you!

- Willie!
- Don't you dare!

I eave this room.

I'll tell sister Mary.

Nurse Phillips,
I must go and lie down.

Would you send for my husband?

I must talk to him. I must.

Later, Mrs. jeffreys.

He's still with
the Smithson baby.

Come on. Come now.

"Whereupon Willie pentridge,
on his own initiative"

proceeded to destroy
the said rowboat,

rendering it impossible
for this officer

to deliver his prisoner
to the authorities

"at Norwich prison."

Please sign it, Mr. kingham,
over the space marked "witness."

But...

Have I misstated
any of the facts?

There is more
to this than fact, sergeant.

Than I take it, sir,
that you refuse.

I'm sorry to have
kept you waiting.

Doctor, how's the Smithson baby?

We've put him back
in the Incubator.

We'll know in the next
few hours.

Sergeant melling has asked
me to sign this report

as a witness.

I think you ought
to read it first.

I don't think that's necessary.

I'm certainly it's accurate.
Please sign it.

May I read it, sergeant?

Sister Mary and I have worked
together for quite some time.

I'm sure you can understand
that I want to do all I can

in her behalf.

I have no objections.

I regret very much having
to file this report, madam.

But there has been, in effect,
an obstruction of justice.

Thank you.

Please don't worry about this,
sister Mary.

I'm convinced they'll drop
the charges against you

after Valerie...

I mean, um...

You mean after the execution.

I'm sorry, kingham.

Regardless
of official charges, sister,

I wish you'd used
better judgment.

But reverend mother, my heart
went out to that poor girl.

The fact remains
she is a convicted murderess.

Jason carns
deserved what he got.

He was rotten and corrupt,

although having been his doctor

I don't suppose I should say it.

Why shouldn't you?

He was a confirmed drunkard.

He tormented and abused Valerie
constantly.

Oh, stop being so certain
of her guilt, both of you.

Look at the facts, sister.

I had prescribed tablets
to help him sleep.

Harmer made up
a three-week supply,

21 tablets packed singularly
into a file,

the day my wife
and I left for a holiday.

Before I left,
I cautioned Valerie

to give Jason
only one each night, no more,

no matter how severe the pain.

Four days later,

Jason was found dead
of an overdose.

The coroner ordered an inquiry.

After four days, how many
tablets should there have been?

- 17.
- There were 17.

Two of the remaining tablets
were aspirin.

Even so, that doesn't prove
that she put them there.

But Jason couldn't reach
the file.

He was paralyzed,
and even if he could,

why would he replace
the tablets with aspirin?

It doesn't make sense.

Sister, if Jason carns
was paralyzed

and Valerie carns was alone
in the house with him...

And I told you what
she said to me

- the time Willie overheard us.
- That she wished him dead.

But you also told me that
she didn't really mean it.

- Remember, doctor?
- Yes.

I had reason to feel
that she didn't.

When he had his second stroke,
the one that left him paralyzed,

if she hadn't sent
for me in time,

I think he would have died.

So she could have let
him die, but didn't.

She could have, couldn't she?

She saved him from
dying a natural death

and then turned around
and poisoned him.

I don't understand that
kind of logic.

Well, it is conceivable
that one can come

to the end of one's Patience,
you know.

No, no, that wasn't the case
with Valerie.

Only the day before Jason died,

I begged her to send him
to a nursing home

so that she could be free
to marry me,

but she wouldn't hear of it.

You wouldn't say that
she'd come to the end

of her Patience, would you?

There's no sense in putting
her on trial again.

Academic discussions
won't change her fate.

Please keep away from her.

It'll only break your heart.

Sister, please come
to my office.

I'm afraid you're getting
involved in matters

that do not concern you.

She's innocent, reverend mother.

Never in my whole life,

have I been filled with...
With such complete conviction.

You must renounce it.

Renounce it?

You will have no further
contact with miss carns.

You will not speak to her again.

You are to avoid seeing her
at all.

- But reverend mother...
- This girl is prepared for death.

It would be cruel to raise
false hope in her heart.

That will be all, sister.

Sister Mary?

I hear the Smithson baby's
a wee bit better.

I'm afraid his condition
is still critical.

Now after vespers,
you must rest a few hours.

It's a good thing miss carns
was moved out of your office.

- She was?
- Oh, Willie gave me a letter for you.

Oh, yes, of course.
I forgot all about it.

I think I have it.
Yes, here it is.

Poor Willie, he could
hardly keep his eyes open.

So I told him to have
his supper now and go to bed.

I've left my will
with my attorney in London.

Please, Valerie,
you're only torturing yourself.

I'm not. We all know
what's going to happen.

Why not talk about it?

All right, you left your will
with your attorney.

I want to change it.

I want to leave half
of what I own to the sisters,

the other half shall remain for
the promotion of Jason's music.

I'll write it all down,

and you'll take it to London
after the...

Sit down, Sidney.

I don't want you to forget me.

But I want you to forget
the plans that we made together.

They mustn't keep you from
living the life you should have.

Forget that we planned
to be married,

forget the house we built
sitting by the fire.

Darling, please,
I don't want to hear about it.

Well, I do.

I want you to promise me
that if you meet a nice girl,

you won't turn away.

You mustn't think that if
you fall in love again,

you will betray...

But you're all I ever had!

I'll never look for
anybody else.

I don't want you to
be my living memorial.

I want you to live
a normal life.

I would if you died.

And above all, don't feel badly

because you can't believe
that I'm innocent.

Valerie!

How could you say such a thing?

You've tried so hard to hide it,

ever since
the coroner's enquiry.

But it's not so.

I've told you many times...

Close your eyes when you lie,

because they give you away.

Did sister Mary tell you?

Nobody told me.

I'm more observant
than you think.

But if you didn't do it,

there's only one other person
who could have,

who had a reason
to kill Jason... me.

But I didn't do it.

And I didn't do it.

So nobody did it.
Maybe it didn't happen.

- Maybe it's all a joke!
- Valerie!

Jason's at home
waiting for his supper!

We'd better go down.
It's getting chilly.

I don't want to go down.

It's not a bit chilly.

It's beautiful up here,

the evening, and fresh air.

I didn't do it, Sidney,
I'm innocent and I'm young.

And I'm in love with you.
I want to live.

I want to be your wife
and live in that house

we were going to build.

I don't want you to touch
any other woman but me.

I don't want to die.

My dearest...

My love...

My only love.

Miss carns, something important
has come up.

Well, what is it?

This letter, it was written
to your brother.

- How did you get it?
- From Willie.

Your brother accused him
of stealing it

and punished him for it.

So later, when Willie
found the letter,

he decided to keep it.

It was his childish way
of taking out his resentment.

It was obviously written
by a woman.

I wonder if you'd recognize
the handwriting.

"Dearest, Jason,"

I hesitated a long time before
writing you this letter.

I'm mortally afraid
of getting in touch with you,

and yet I must,
and this is my only way.

We are suspected.

No, I haven't been questioned

and I haven't made any mistakes,
but I feel it.

There is nothing either
of us can do

except go on
as though we'd never met.

If you're asked,
you must deny everything.

Take care of yourself,
and please, please get well.

"I'll never change.
I couldn't if I wanted to."

There's no signature.

Do you recognize
the handwriting?

No.

Have you any idea
who it could be?

I haven't.

I knew quite a few of
Jason's girlfriends in London,

but I only came to stay
with him after his first stroke.

He'd been living here for
over a year when it happened.

Let me see the postmark.

It was posted in Norwich.

Norwich?

I haven't the slightest idea.

Well, why didn't Willie produce
this letter during the trial?

He was afraid.

And besides, he never read it.

He only kept it because
it smelled sweet.

Are you sure your brother
never spoke of anybody?

Weren't there any telephone
calls or messages?

Sister Mary,
you were definitely warned

not to come in contact
with the prisoner.

I know, sergeant, I'm sorry.

You keep on interfering
with my duties.

You repeatedly violate the law.

I must report you once again
to your superior.

Pierce, take the prisoner
to her room.

I've been lenient long enough.

From now on,
no more personal favors

and no visitors.

Take her away.

Give up, it's too late, sister.

There's nothing you can do.

Who be in there?

Sit here, sister.

This is the second time in
one day that I must ask you

to account for your
inconceivable behavior.

- I think I can explain.
- Let me finish, sister.

Through the years you've been
a strong advocate of discipline.

You demand it of all those who
work under your supervision,

and yet you openly disobey
my orders.

For my disobedience,
there's no excuse.

I should have asked
your permission

to speak to miss carns.

I had to see her
because of this letter.

I felt it might throw
a new light on the case.

This only suggests

that Jason carns
had a secret romance.

Oh, it does much more than that.

Don't you see?

There's a third person involved

who may have decided
to take revenge.

Oh, this is only
a guess on your part.

The fact is that through
your unsolicited interference,

you've done nothing but harm
this unfortunate young woman.

You've harmed her by raising
new hopes in her.

You've harmed her by bringing
her fiancé here,

and by rekindling her passion
and desire to live.

All that I've done,

I've done because
I felt compelled to help her.

Yes, you were compelled,
not so much to help her,

but to prove once more
that you are right.

Oh, surely, you don't think...

This is a side of you
I've never known...

This stubborn, fanatic manner

in which you cling
to your opinion.

I can't even call it an opinion.

It's just a wild instinct,
an idea.

It's not just an idea.

This letter, for one thing.

You were convinced of her
innocence long before

you ever knew about this letter.

At least admit that.

I do.

I was convinced of it
the first time I saw her,

and every moment I've spent
with her since

has only strengthened my faith.

Don't call it faith, sister.

Call it by its proper name...
A premonition,

a wild notion.

How can you be so stubborn?

You keep blaming yourself
for your sister's death.

And yet, you're doing
the same thing all over again,

forcing your will on others,
no matter at what cost.

You're right, reverend mother.

It was just a wild notion.

All my life I've had this
relentless drive.

That's why you feel
yourself a failure.

You keep trying to do too much.

You forget there's a greater
power who guides our lives,

whose ways are not always
our ways,

just as you believe
that you came here

because the outside world
had become empty

and meaningless to you.

- That's right.
- But you're wrong, my child.

You did not come here.
You were led her by our lord.

Remember his words,
"you have not chosen me,

I have chosen you," he said,

"and have appointed you
that you should go

and bring forth fruit.”

If you would only accept that,

how could you help having peace
in your heart?

If I could only believe that
god wants me here.

- Reverend mother...
- Yes?

Willie's been struck down.

- Willie?
- Yes.

We found him in his room
unconscious

with a terrible wound
on his head.

Who could have done
such a thing?

Have you called up
Dr. Jeffrey's?

Yes, and the poor lad's
belongings are all strewn about

as if someone had tried
to Rob him.

Well, that doesn't make sense.

Willie has nothing
anybody would want.

- Except the letter.
- What?

The letter you just read.

What has Willie to do with it?

It goes back to when
Willie worked for Jason carns.

He found it.

You know how childlike he is.
He kept it.

Don't you see, reverend mother,

someone here in our house
must have found out about it

- and tried to steal it.
- Nonsense.

Any one of the villagers
might have attacked Willie.

They're all outraged with him
for helping you

bring back Mr. kingham,
for destroying the boat.

- But if there's a chance...
- I forbid you to go on with this.

No more of this playing
Scotland yard.

You've a hospital full
of patients.

They are your only concern,
not this.

Sister Mary...

I want you to burn this letter.

No, I can't.

I beg of you for the sake
of your own soul.

No, I can't.

Try to forgive me.

Did you get it, Edward?

Get what?

Well, my letter, of course.

The letter I told you about.

I don't recall any mention
of a letter.

But I told you.

Willie's hiding it in his room,

the letter I wrote to Jason.

Another one of those dreams
that seem so real to you.

I thought you'd got over them?

But this wasn't a dream.

How do you know?

Mr. harmer heard
Willie mention it

and nurse Phillips, too.

What makes you so sure that
they weren't part of your dream?

It wasn't a dream, ask them.

And let them know
how ill you are.

I've told you before, Isabel.

I can only help you
if you trust me.

I don't think you'd like me to
commit you to a nursing home.

No... no, Edward, don't.

It was a dream, a bad dream.

Only fools and children
talk about their dreams

and you're neither.

You're Isabel jeffreys, my wife.

And I'm your husband...

Your loving husband.

Isabel... jeffreys...

Your wife.

I wish we had a proper way
to show our gratitude, doctor.

It's sister Mary who deserves
most of the credit.

She took over when all of us
were ready to give up.

Now don't leave the baby here
too long, nurse Calvin.

Dear sister Mary,
and we... we be so cruel to her.

Go, John, give her our thanks
and ask her to forgive us.

Sister Mary left instructions
that she wasn't to be disturbed.

In the morning, then.
You sleep now, Molly.

You'll be needing more strength
for the boy.

John, have you heard the news?

The telephone lines are repaired

and they're sending help.

We'll be going back,
says the holy lady.

Do you hear that, Molly?

You'll be taking your healthy
son home tomorrow.

Shepherd's pie
and Yorkshire pudding.

I made it especially for you.

Thank you, sister.

Especially for me.

You make it sound like
my last supper.

Now, no, you mustn't
think about that.

You mustn't be afraid, child.

Have you heard something?
You have, sister Josephine.

They're coming for me,
aren't they?

Please, eat your supper
before it gets cold.

There's something the chaplain
reads at the last.

I heard it once
from a cell next to mine.

"Li am the resurrection,
and the life, saith the lord."

"And he that did believeth
in me though he were dead,

yet he shall live."

"And he that liveth"

and believeth in me...

"Shall never die."

"Show me the path
I must follow for I am lost.

Grant me peace,
forgive my sins."

- Who is it?
- Kingham.

I must speak to you, sister.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. kingham.

It's terribly important.
I beg you, sister.

I need your help.

The telephone wires
have been repaired.

Melling's already
called the Norwich police.

They're sending
a launch at once.

Then it's all over.

I won't let them kill her.

I'm going to take her away
before they come.

We'll get to the coast somehow,
and I'll charter a fishing boat.

But that's impossible.

Not if you'll help us.

If you could arrange
for miss Pierce

to leave Valerie's room
for a few minutes.

That's all I need,
just a few minutes,

- not more than five.
- No, I can't do that.

And you mustn't.

You'll be caught,
you know you will.

Then I'll do it
without your help, somehow.

You know nothing about this.

But I do.

Oh, this makes it clear
how wrong I've been.

I've done nothing but harm,

and nothing but evil
will come of it.

You've lost your courage,
your faith.

You know she's innocent.
What about the letter?

What about the attack on Willie?

They don't prove anything,
not really.

Oh, I thought you were alone.

Good-bye, sister.

I won't let you go.
You'll never get through.

Where are you going,
Mr. kingham?

It's about miss carns.

I just brought her supper
into her a little while ago.

It just breaks my heart,
that beautiful young face

and so brave,
so brave about her fate.

Oh, I've been such a fool,
all these months I've wasted.

Why couldn't I have believed
in her from the beginning?

I thought you should look
at these newspapers again.

Some of them you haven't
even seen.

Oh, there's nothing there.

I've been over them all
a thousand times.

It's no use...

Might as well burn them.

No, never burn a newspaper,
throw away a piece of string.

You must read them all.
You can't give up.

Did you know, for instance,
that Jason carns

was arrested once in London

for thrashing a man
he claimed had insulted him?

He was always getting into rows,

but nothing serious
ever came of them.

Or that the proprietor
of the golden flagon

threw him out one night
when he was vicious drunk.

Yes, I read that,

but it had no bearing
on his death.

Mr. kingham, will you promise me

that you won't do anything rash?

Did you know Mr. harmer
the chemist had two key rings?

Counsel for the defense...

"Why do you keep two
sets of keys, Mr. harmer?"

Mr. harmer...
"In case one gets lost.

- They're identical keys."
- "In identical order.

I'm well known
for my preciseness.

"I think it is the first
requisite of a good chemist."

You've really studied
the testimony.

"You recognize all the keys?"

"Indeed I do."

"Name them."

House, car, garage barn, shop,

"poison cabinet, storeroom."

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute,
there's something wrong here.

Something wrong?

Listen,
counsel for the defense...

"Will you name the keys
on the second ring?"

Mr. harmer...
"This is ridiculous.

They're duplicates.”

There's nothing wrong in there.

No, the next passage.
"If you please, Mr. harmer."

Harmer... "House, car, garage,
barn, poison cabinet",

shop, storeroom."

Mr. harmer is a meticulous man.

No, don't you see?

In naming the keys
on the first ring he said,

"garage, barn,
shop, poison cabinet.”

And on the second, "garage,
barn, poison cabinet, shop."

Let me see.

You're right.

Well, there now.
What did I tell you?

Never burn a newspaper
or throw away a piece of string.

Mr. harmer, - what is it?

Will you come with me?
It's very urgent.

Mr. kingham, what do you want?

I'll tell you outside. Come on.

Please forgive us, Mr. harmer.

I'm accustomed to being awakened
in the middle of the night.

It's one of the crosses,
a man in my profession,

must learn to bear.

I told Mr. harmer
why we wanted to see him.

It's absurd, sister.
I never make mistakes.

It's one of the few virtues
I can boast of,

in all modesty, of course.

But look, Mr. harmer,

read this passage
of your testimony.

Silly. I was sure I left
my spectacles in my coat pocket.

Oh, I thought I heard voices.

I was just on my way to take
another look at Willie.

Sister Mary accuses me
of having made a mistake

in my testimony,

and of all things,
in naming my keys.

You making a mistake?

That is hard to believe.

Well, if you'll excuse me.

Mr. harmer,
it's here in black and white.

I'll read it to you.

I'd rather read it myself,

not that I don't
trust you, of course,

but in a serious matter
such as this,

I want to make sure.

Fancy that.

This is ridiculous.
Somebody's made a mistake.

It might have been
the clerk of the court

or the reporter.

But how can you be so sure
of yourself?

After 50 years
one knows one's virtues

as well as one's faults.

And in 50 years
you've never made a mistake?

Even at the risk of seeming
a bit of a braggart,

I have not.

But you made a mistake
just a few minutes ago.

You're jesting, of course.

You were sure that
you'd put your spectacles

in your coat pocket,
and they aren't there.

By jove...

I must look at those keys.

They're in my briefcase,
both sets.

It won't take a minute.

Oh, doctor, how's Willie?

L, uh, haven't seen him yet.

On my way over,

I remembered I hadn't given
my wife her sedative.

See the keys were impounded
by the court.

When I got them back,
I never thought to look.

This is key ring number one.

And this is number two.

House, car, garage,

barn... poison cabinet.

You're right.
They're not in the proper order.

Someone did tamper
with the keys.

Someone took the key
to the poison cabinet

and put it back
in the wrong place.

Someone tampered with the file
I made for Jason carns.

I think this is definite
evidence.

But who had access
to these keys besides you?

Miss carns is innocent.

I never believed
she killed her brother.

- But who could have done it?
- Who?

Whoever took the key
from the ring

and replaced it incorrectly,
I don't know who,

my apprentice, perhaps,
or Willie...

He cleans the shop
twice a month...

Or any of my professional
clientele for that matter.

There are several doctors
and visiting nurses

in our district.

They have run of my shop
at all hours.

Well, you must tell
sergeant melling about this.

- There's no time to lose.
- Of course.

No, Edward, don't.

I've had my sedative.
I don't want another.

It's only half a grain, darling,

then you'll be sure to sleep.

No, Edward, don't.

Grain and a half.

I don't want another...

Mrs. jeffreys,
you knew Jason carns.

I'm not allowed to say.

You must tell me.
You can save an innocent life.

You don't want
Valerie carns to die.

Poor Valerie.

She loved Jason, too.

If only he lived.
I wouldn't be here.

You loved him.

You wrote him that letter

because your husband
had found out.

Yes, I loved him.

He wanted to take me
away from...

No! Please, Mrs. jeffreys,
try to stay awake.

Tell me!

Come, you must tell
sergeant melling.

I'll help you.
We must get out of here.

No, no, I don't want to...

No, no, please come with me.

Come, now hold on to me.

Think hard, Mrs. jeffreys.

Fight your drowsiness.
Don't let yourself go.

We were to meet in London,

take the boat from southampton.

Now stay awake.
It's not much further.

In Victoria station
in the luggage office.

There's a suitcase full
of things he bought for me...

You must tell
all that to sergeant melling.

Such beautiful things
he wanted me to wear.

Isabel.

Edward...

You killed Jason.
I've always suspected it.

Now I know.

Go back to your room, Isabel.

You killed him
because I loved him.

You hated him and he had to die.

Isabel... go back to your room.

Why?

Why did you do it?

He was a hopeless cripple
doomed to die.

No, he wasn't.

He was going to get well.

Isabel was going away with him.

There's only one thing to do.

We must go and tell
sergeant melling the truth.

You're right.

There's no way to escape.

I'm tired.

Where are you going?

To see sergeant melling.

He just went up to the tower
to watch for the police launch.

You don't have to come.

You're a sick man, Dr. jeffreys.

Have you just found it out?

I've known it for a long time.

My love for Isabel
is a sickness,

an incurable one.

And you would have let
Valerie carns die.

I placed the two aspirins
in the file

to divert suspicion from myself.

It happened to fall on her.

As you can see,

I'd stop at nothing
to keep Isabel.

Why couldn't you take
my warning?

Why did you have to interfere?

Why couldn't you let
things alone?

Where's sergeant melling?

Where is he?

Let me go down.

Let me go down!

You'll never go down,
sister Mary.

- No!
- We'll go up to the tower.

- No!
- We'll go up where it's quiet, where nobody can hear us.

No. No, you wouldn't.

You wouldn't. They'll know!

Nobody will ever know.

They'll find out.

You came up here to be alone.

You'd been severely reprimanded
by mother superior.

You were in great distress.

It was dark. You fell.

You can't!

Try to think, Dr. jeffreys.

Think of your own soul.

It's not just the law
you have to answer to.

There's a higher authority
you must face one day.

This is my damnation.

I'll bear it when it comes
if I have to...

There must be some feeling
in you for Valerie, for me!

I'm sorry about you and Valerie.

Why are you so afraid of death?

Why don't you pray?

Maybe your higher authority
will hear you.

Mrs. jeffreys, what's happened?

Here, let me help you.

Sis-sister Mary.

Oh, the bell, the bell.

Mr. kingham, what's wrong?

Who's ringing the bell?

Have mercy,
I beg you, have mercy.

Please...

Mr. Smithson,
look after my wife.

She isn't responsible
for any of this.

You'd better go back to bed,
Willie.

Aye, sister.

Sister Mary?

You've shown great ingenuity
and courage.

I'm sorry to have
made it so difficult for you.

Oh, thank you, reverend mother,

but I don't deserve your praise.

It was sister Josephine
who saved miss carns.

Me?

She insisted on my reading
the newspapers

after I'd given up hope.

Sure, I only insisted
because I happened

to see miss carns unafraid
praying to almighty god.

Now I know.

We were chosen by him.

You found the answer, my child.

To be right is an heavenly gift

that is wasted unless
it is wrapped in humility.

Deo gratieas.