All language subtitles for The Flying Nun s01e06 Flight of a Dodo Bird.eng

[barking]

[Jacqueline]
This is the convent San Tanco

in San Juan, Puerto Rico.

Until a few weeks ago,

we were much like
any other teaching order.

That was when Sister Bertrille
came to join us.

Things have never been
quite the same since.

You see,
Sister Bertrille flies.

Oh, well, not in an airplane.

She only weighs 90 pounds

and, when the wind is right,
she just,

uh, flies.

Understandably,
this unusual talent presents

some unusual problems
to our convent

and to Sister Bertrille.

For example,
one sunny afternoon,

when she was making
a routine landing

after an innocent joyride
around the convent,

she encountered some strange
technical difficulties.

I was with the reverend mother
in her office

when Sister Bertrille
made her 2nd crash landing.

[splashing]

Are you all right?
I'm Ok, I think.

Still a little dizzy
and worried.

Worried?
About what, my child?

I was aiming
at the balcony.

[Jacqueline]
Since Sister Bertrille's dizziness persisted,

we asked Dr. Tapia
to come out to the convent

and take a look at her.

Of course, uh, we did not
tell the doctor about

Sister Bertrille's
unorthodox landing.

Well, doctor, will I live?

I think so.

You have an infection
of the inner ear.

The inner ear?

Yes. That's why
your sense of balance is affected.

It should clear up
in a few days.

If you experience
any discomfort,

take these.
Discomfort?

Yeah, that's the word
doctors use for excruciating pain.

Is there anything else
we need to know, doctor?

Oh, I don't think so.

And just try to avoid
anything strenuous for a few days.

There is one thing
that could be bad for you.

You're not planning on
flying anywhere, are you?

You know about that?
About what?

That I fly.
Uh, no.

It, uh, was
just a wild guess.

You mean you can tell
just by looking at me?

I don't think it was
a particularly brilliant deduction.

Most people do these days,
you know.

I think Dr. Tapia was talking
about flying in an airplane, sister.

Is there any other way?

Well, if there is,
it's probably classified information.

While I'm out here,
I thought I'd pay a visit to Mother Superior Placido.

I'm a little worried
about her.

Why is that, doctor?

The last time I saw her

she seemed tense, nervous.

Do you know of any reason

that could be causing that,
Sister Jacqueline?

Well, things have been
a bit up in the air around here lately.

Well, maybe it's about time
they were brought down to earth again.

[Jacqueline]
Unfortunately, the experiences of the morning

had somewhat unnerved
the reverend mother

and her meeting with Dr. Tapia

didn't allay his concern
one bit.

There you are,
get them in the mail as soon as possible.

What is it, Sister Ana?

Excuse me, reverend mother,

but I believe you are
supposed to keep the pen,

and I get the letters.

Oh, yes, of course.

Uh, I'm sorry to
keep you waiting, doctor.

Oh, that's all right.

I was just looking
at your fountain.

That's quite an unusual
ornament you have.

Oh, dear,
is she in it again? Who?

Sister Bertrille,
of course.

There's no one there,
reverend mother.

[sighing]
Oh.

I'm sorry
for alarming you, doctor,

but Sister Bertrille did dive

into the fountain
this morning.

On purpose?
Of course not.

She was aiming
at the balcony.

I mean, it was an accident.

How is Sister Bertrille?

I'm more concerned
about you.

Is something bothering you,
reverend mother?

Bothering me?
Of course not.

Then why are you trying to
sharpen your pen?

[Jacqueline]
Dr. Tapia's meeting with the reverend mother

encouraged him to write
to the mother provincial

at the mother house
expressing his concern

and suggesting that
the reverend mother needed professional help.

And that's how
Father Lundigan,

along with his crisp,
new degree in psychology,

happened to come
to the convent San Tanco.

He was to remember his visit
for the rest of his life.

Oops!

Almost made it that time.

I've been practicing
for 3 days.

I'm getting better
all the time.

That must be very, uh,
rewarding for you?

Yeah, well, it's better than
walking into brick walls, father.

That hurts.

I suppose it does.

Oh. Oh, well, you see,
I've been sick.

My, uh, my 3rd ear
went on the blink.

I'm sorry. I--I hope
you get better soon.

Oh, well, I feel fine.
The headaches have gone,

and I'm sure the other will
clear up soon.

Oh, may I-- may I
help you, father?

Is there something
you'd like?

Oh, oh, uh, yes.

I'm, uh, looking for
Mother Superior Placido's office.

Oh, well,
you go through that arch,

into the foyer,
and it's the first door on the right.

Thank you.

[Bertrille]
Uh, maybe tomorrow, I'll try it without a net.

[Bertrille laughing]

Well, of course, we are
very happy to welcome you

at the convent San Tanco,
Father Lundigan.

But, uh, I'm puzzled as to
the purpose of your visit.

We have no need
of a psychologist here.

I came to see you,
reverend mother.

I don't understand.

Dr. Tapia wrote
the mother provincial,

and stated that you were
suffering an anxiety reaction,

probably motivated by

a tension-filled schedule,
which in turn has triggered

heightened internal conflicts.

And these conflicts
have manifested themselves

by a tendency
to, uh, overreact

to various life situations.

Dr. Tapia said all that?

Well, I've paraphrased it
a bit.

What exactly did he say?

That you seem nervous.

And you assumed that
I needed psychiatric help?

Well, Dr. Tapia felt that
you and I might establish

new channels of communication
by your verbalizing your problems,

and that hopefully
we would effect a satisfactory adjustment.

Please, father.

You mean, he felt that
I needed someone to talk to?

You could put it that way.

You know,
this is completely ridiculous.

Of course, I--I do have
a problem.

But I know
what the problem is.

And believe me,
it has nothing to do with

the state of
my mental health.

What problem is that,
reverend mother?

[sighing]

Well,

Father Lundigan,
I suppose I'd better tell you.

We have a novice
at the convent who has the ability to fly.

Ah, she's a pilot?
Oh, no.

She flies on her own.

You know, like a pelican.

Maybe you'd better tell me
all about it, reverend mother.

Well, that's about all
there is.

Y-You see,
she doesn't weigh much,

and she just sort of
glides along on the airways.

[sighs]

I, personally, don't really
know about the technicalities.

You have
actually seen her fly?

Of course.
It's not really her flying that concerns me.

No?

No.

It's her landings.

S-She's had 1 or 2
close calls already,

and it's-- it's a matter of
great concern to me.

I can imagine.
I--I thought at first of grounding her,

but she seems to get
such pleasure from it

that, well, somehow
it didn't seem fair.

You understand?

Of course, I understand,
reverend mother.

Tell me, is there, uh,
any particular time

of day or night when you
see this nun flying?

I mean, uh, do you see her
only at certain times?

Yes. When the wind is gusty.

When the wind is gusty.

Uh, of course,
I don't usually

tell people
about our flying nun.

But you've come
such a long way

that I felt you were entitled
to some sort of explanation.

I appreciate your confidence,
reverend mother.

Well, now that you know

that the problem
has nothing to do with

the inner workings of my mind,

I, uh, hope you're not
disappointed, father.

No, reverend mother. No.

No, I'm not disappointed
at all.

Your room is
in the other wing, Father Lundigan.

Thank you.

How long will you be
staying with us?

Oh, longer than I expected,
I'm afraid.

Sister Jacqueline?
Yes.

You've known reverend mother
for a long time, haven't you?

Uh, 20 years. Why?

Well, uh,

since I'm gonna
need your help, I--I think it might be advisable

to take you
into my confidence.

Uh, perhaps you better
sit down. Yeah.

[birds chirping]

Do you know reverend mother's
seen a flying nun?

Yes, I do.

Of course, I know the reason
she's seen this nun flying.

You do?
Oh, yes.

Reverend mother
has a subconscious desire

to--to be that--that--that
flying nun.

Up there in the sky,
free as a bird,

stripped of all
the responsibilities and, uh, conflicts

inherent in
everyday life situations.

Well, that's a very astute
observation, father.

Thank you.
However,

there's one thing
wrong with it.

What's that?
We really do have a flying nun here.

Although it's still too early
to make positive diagnosis,

perhaps we're dealing with

a unique disorientation
epidemic.

The 3 members of the convent
I've met thus far,

all seem to be suffering

from symptoms of
deranged personalities and--

[knocking on door]

Yes, uh, come in.

The reverend mother
would like you to come to her office, Father Lundigan.

Thank you, sister.
I'll be right there.

To be continued...

[Reverend Mother]
Father Lundigan, I understand that you believe

I am having hallucinations.

That's, uh,
an oversimplification, reverend mother.

A-As a psychologist--
excuse me, father,

but you were invited here to
put an end to this nonsense.

[door opens]

Reverend mother,
you wanted to see me?

There. Does that look like
an hallucination?

No. That's the young lady
I met earlier.

Hi. I'm Sister Bertrille.

Sister Bertrille is the one
who flies, father.

Is, uh, is that the one
you see flying, sister?

Well, of course.
There's only one.

Do you believe you fly?

Well, father,
once you've done it,

it's not something
you can forget.

When did you first believe
you could fly?

When I first did.
Uh, flew, that is.

[Lundigan]
And, uh, where do you go on these flights?

Oh, up and around.

I see.

[Reverend Mother]
And I see that we're wasting our time.

Obviously, Father Lundigan
doesn't believe a word that we're saying.

Uh, Sister Bertrille,
do you think that you could

arrange to fly
for Father Lundigan?

Well, I--I guess
I can give it a whirl.

But are the winds
gusty enough, sister?

[Bertrille]
Yeah, enough to get me off the ground.

[Jacqueline]
Well, are you sure you're airworthy, Sister Bertrille?

[Bertrille]
Oh, I'm sure. I just walked the chalk line perfectly.

I can't promise anything fancy
like an Immelmann,

or a loop-the-loop.

But I'm sure I can manage
a routine takeoff

and once around the convent.

Would that be sufficient,
father?

Oh, yes, yes, yes.
Quite sufficient, thank you.

[Jacqueline]
Now, you're sure you're all right?

We wouldn't want to
send you up with faulty equipment.

Don't give it another thought.

My 3rd ear's been
behaving very well.

Uh, father, you are willing
to watch the demonstration?

Oh, yes, yes.
Uh, it, uh, might be very therapeutic.

Therapeutic?

Well, sometimes, uh,
acting out a fantasy--

Father Lundigan,
this is no fantasy.

Sister Bertrille,
go put on your wings.

I mean your cornet.

This is Sister Bertrille's
launching pad.

Thank you.

Are your ready
to takeoff, sister?

Contact.

[crashing]

Are you all right?

Fine.

I--I--I lost my balance.

[both]
She lost her balance.

Are you sure it'll work?
I'm sure.

This'll give me
just the extra boost I need.

I'm ready, Father Lundigan.

Are you sure you want to
try this, sister?

Of course. We can't have you
going away thinking

we're all a bunch of
ding-a-lings, can we?

[crashing]

[hen clucking]

I--I fell in the hen house.

[Bertrille]
Ok, kids, go.

[children screaming]

[crashing]

And I strongly recommend
the 3 patients be placed

in a rest home,
be given intensive treatment.

[knocking on door]

Come...

Thought you would like
to have some dinner, father. Oh, thank you.

Bet you are hungry enough
to eat a house.

Yeah-- a horse?
No. This is lamb.

You like horse?
Oh, no, no.

I, uh...
Lamb's my favorite dish.

Oh, then we banged
the jackpot.

Most days
it's stew of the Irish.

Go ahead, father.
Don't sit on ceremony.

Ah, it smells delicious.

Things are looking up.

Si, and we're all praying
for our little bird.

Ah, yes,
you mean Sister Bertrille?

She has something wrong
in her head.

You--you know that?

Of course. Everybody does.

[laughing]
I'm glad to hear it.

Otherwise, she could fly
like everybody's business.

You mean, uh,
you believe she flies, too?

Have I let the cat
out of the sack?

Oh, no, no, no.
It's perfectly all right, sister.

Eat in good health, father.
Thank you.

Make that 4 patients.

[knocking on door]

Come in.

Oh, excuse me, father,
but Sister Bertrille

would like you to
look out of your window.

Hi, there!
Uh, one more time!

Ok, kids, hit the fans!

It's all a dream.
It's part of a terrible nightmare.

Even the fans will not make
Sister Bertrille fly. Of course not.

Nothing they have done
will help.

No?

No.

Sister Bertrille flies

because she's a Saint.

Call me a taxi, sister.
I better get out of here.

If he leaves now,
we'll all end up in the funny farm.

We have to find some way to
keep him here until tomorrow.

And then what?

I don't know. I think I'll
be able to fly then.

My balance is getting
better all the time.

If only I...

What is it, sister?

Have you ordered
the taxi yet? No.

Good. Tell Father Lundigan
I'll drive him to the airport.

But why do you want
to take him in our car?

It's more unreliable.

You didn't tamper
with the car, did you, sister?

Of course not,
that would be dishonest.

Besides, it's usually
capable of not starting without my tampering.

Is there anything
we can do?

Well, a little prayer
might help.

It really wasn't necessary
for you to drive me to the airport.

Yes, it was, father.

Well, can we get started?
I have...

What are you doing?

Praying. Sometimes it helps.

You do have
your driver's license, don't you?

Oh, sure. I drive almost
as well as I fly.

Well, let's get going.
I don't like...

Why are they all praying?

It probably has something
to do with your journey, father.

Well, start the car, please.

[engine chugging]

It started.

Turning the ignition
will usually do that.

Sister, please,
I don't want to miss my plane.

[tire bursting]

Thanks.
What was that?

Sounded like a flat.

[nuns clapping]

Where's the nearest phone?

In the reverend mother's
office. Why?

I'm gonna phone for a taxi.

What now?

Oh! I'll think of something.

Reverend mother.
Sister Bertrille,

what is the meaning of this?

Don't you think it would be
a nice gesture if we invited

Father Lundigan to stay
overnight and celebrate early mass for us?

Sister Bertrille,
father gonzaga

always celebrates early mass.

Well, I know-- I know, but
don't you think father gonzaga

would appreciate the day off?
And Father Lundigan, he could see me fly.

Father Lundigan,

I have a request
to make of you.

I tried to refuse
but reverend mother was quite insistent,

and, knowing the state
of her mental health, I didn't dare say no.

Maybe--maybe
it's my imagination,

but I have a strange feeling

that I'm being
held prisoner here.

No, no, no, no.
Strike that last remark.

I--I--I've seen many strange
things today,

but I--I can't possibly
believe that--that...

[door lock clicking]

It's not my imagination.
I'm being held prisoner by a group of deranged nuns.

I've got to get out of here.

Well, I'll say good night now,
recorder!

Time to get some sleep,
so I can be fresh and alert tomorrow morning.

[Lundigan]
After all, I want to be bright and fresh

to celebrate early mass.

What do you make
of all that?

Who knows?
He's the psychologist.

I'm getting out
my pajamas now, recorder.

Then it's bedtime.

Poor man. He--he must be
terribly lonely.

[Lundigan]
Well, good night, recorder.

Well, he seems to have
settled down for the night.

[sighs]

[crickets chirping]

It's all come back.

Sister Bertrille.

Where are you, sister?
I'm up here.

I can fly again!
Isn't that marvelous?

Oh! He's gone.

Father Lundigan's
flown the coop.

What? He can't. I'm airworthy.

I'm afraid it's too late.

Not necessarily.

If you're not careful,
you'll get writer's cramp, father.

I always intend to use
the time on the plane

catching up with
my letter-writing,

but somehow I never
get around to it.

Oh, this isn't a letter.
It's a report. I'm a psychologist.

Well, I never
would have guessed

we'd be in the same
line of work.

I'm a psychiatrist.
Oh, really?

Dr. Norman Loomis.
I practice in New Orleans.

Oh, how do you do?

Have you been on a vacation
in San Juan, father?

Oh, no, no, no.
I've been working.

Uh, you know, doctor,
I-I'm involved in a case that's going to end up

in every medical
and scientific journal in the world.

Really?
Yes, uh, you see,

I--I was visiting
a convent of nuns in San Juan

and--and may--may I
show you my notes?

Yes, of course. Excuse me.
I'll get rid of this.

You were saying, father?
Oh, nothing, nothing.

Doctor, uh, there's something
I'd like to know.

Yes, what's that, father?

If--if--if a psychologist
became a patient of yours,

would you give him
a professional discount?

[children singing]

You're not angry with me
because I wrote

to the mother provincial,
are you?

No, doctor.
I know you meant well.

You wanted to see
Sister Bertrille?

Oh, yes. I want to check
that ear infection.

Here is her room.

Uh, how does she seem?

Oh, she's completely
back to normal.

[children]
♪ ...Be on my way, I'm on my way ♪

♪ I'm on my way ♪

♪ hello, misses tellamuffin,
how are you today ♪

♪ thank you, Ma'am,
I'm very well, I must be on my way ♪

♪ I'm on my way ♪

♪ hello, Freddy Spotted Puppy,
how are you today ♪

That is normal?

For Sister Bertrille,

yes.

[end credits]

Repair and Synchronization by
Easy Subtitles Synchronizer 1.0.0.0