All language subtitles for Storia.Di.Una.Monaca.Di.Clausura.1973.1080p.BluRay.x264-FGT.En

(soft woodwind music)

- Place Carmela Maria Rosa
Mercedes De Simoni on the bed,

as God made her and the law has ordained.

Now place at her side Enrico
Maria Etorre Della Scalla,

as God made him and the law has ordained.

(baby crying)

As loyal and obedient subjects
of the Lord Almighty's

bountiful and sovereign
wisdom, we are gathered

this Fifth of April in
the year of our Lord 1624

to unite the families De
Simoni and Della Scalla

in the persons of their
respective offspring.

Enrico Maria Ricardo Etorre Della Scalla,

do you promise and swear
to take as your wife

upon coming of age Carmela
Maria Rosa Mercedes De Simoni?

(babies crying)

The promise of your father is binding.

Duke Guglielmo Della Scalla?

- I promise he shall do so.

- Do you, Carmela Rosa De
Simoni, promise and swear

to take as your husband
Enrico Maria Ricardo

Etorre Della Scalla?

(babies crying)

The response of your father is binding.

Marquess Antonio De Simoni?

- I promise she shall.

- Please join hands.

And now, Don Luigi will
bless this nuptial contract,

which duly records the future
marriage partners' rights

of succession and inheritance.

(upbeat music)

(babies crying)

- Oh, Julian.

(soft romantic music)

(soft moaning)

(soft romantic music)

(horses approaching)

- [Commander] Column by the left, ho!

- Julian, it must be my
father's men looking for me.

- No, it's worse.

- What could be worse
than our being discovered?

- Getting put in the army.

Come on.

- But you're not a soldier.
What's the war to do with you?

- I could be recruited, anyone my age.

- So, that must be why
they want to hurry up

my wedding to Enrico.

(soft music)

- You didn't tell me.

- I didn't want to spoil
our moments together.

We meet so rarely Julian.

(soft romantic music)

Oh my sweet love.

- I'll love you always,
whatever happens to us.

(soft romantic music)

Why can't you manage to
convince your father?

- You can't imagine how
many times I've tried.

He won't listen to me.

He signed a contract when I was a baby

which promises my marriage to Enrico.

- He did, but you had nothing
whatever to do with it.

- I'm his daughter. I'm expected to obey.

Look, darling, my family and
his have intended to join

their properties and fiefs for years.

- Those dirty landlords.

(soft romantic music)

- Don't say that, please.

- Well then better the war.

The war.

- God knows you've been a disappointment,

but your refusal to marry the man to whom

you are legally betrothed brings dishonor

upon my name and your mother's.

You have placed us in
a humiliating position,

both morally and legally.

You have covered yourself with ignominy.

And don't think that I don't know

that you've been meeting
that peasant boy in secret.

You shall never marry him, I assure you.

You may go.

(crying)

If you don't want your daughter
to be completely ruined,

there's only one remedy.

Get her to a nunnery.

- For that I thank you.

It'll look to the world as
if we let Carmela reject it.

If she puts on a veil as
the bride of the Lord,

no one can claim you're dishonored.

(door creaking)

(soft dramatic music)

- My name is Tomasina. I
guard the gate to the outside.

Here is the visitors room.

This is my lodging.

(bell ringing)

Now take your leaves.

You must go then, Marchioness.

If we open the outside gate,

we keep the cloister entrance closed.

(soft music)

- Mother?

Must I really separate myself from you,

my family, my home, the
fields, the flowers, the earth?

From all the things I most love?

- My child, you must accept it.

I'm sure you'll find a new life here

in the service of our Lord,

and the happiness you deserve.

May God keep you well.

(soft dramatic music)

(door creaking)

- Oh, such a lot you brought
that you'll never need.

Ah, but money, though.

And any jewelry you may have,

you better leave with
me or you'll lose it.

In the cloister, you have to
give up anything of value.

I'll protect it, if
you'll entrust it to me.

Why not? There's no reason to fear.

Your jewels will be at
your disposal always.

(jewels clinking)

There.

(jewels clinking)

- Thank you.

- When you speak to the others,

they have to be addressed as Sister,

though not the superior.

She's addressed as Mother.

- Thank you, Sister.

(door creaking)

- We welcome you.

(singing in foreign language)

- She's pretty.

- Mm, I'll bet she's
ugly without that dress.

- We'll soon find out.

(singing in foreign language)

- It is forbidden to
stand apart in isolation

without Mother Superior's permission.

I deserve to fast.

Repeat it.

- Perhaps she didn't hear.

- I deserve to fast.

(singing in foreign language)

(bell ringing)

(singing in foreign language)

(clothes rustling)

(singing in foreign language)

- In the dowry of this new
arrival, I count six linen sheets

only, not a dozen, the number required.

- I also have silk ones.

- And embroidered too.

Such pretty needlepoint.

- What is missing, I shall have to report

to the family of this new arrival.

(singing in foreign language)

- We are forbidden to gaze at images

that show male nudes
disguised as our Lord.

The good Lord have mercy on me.

(singing in foreign language)

The sackcloth of penance is blessed.

- Your lantern has to be kept lit.

It must burn like the
flame within your heart,

which burns without cease for
Christ Our Lord and Savior.

- As you commit our rules to
memory from morn till night.

(church organ music)

(singing in foreign language)

- A novice has 30 days in which to learn

the rules of our order by heart.

(door creaking)

- I have to stay 30 days in this cellar?

- Yes.

Here newcomers stay to
pass a purifying test

and shall be under
supervision all the time.

We allow what is needed
for rest and prayers.

Body cleansing and bare nourishment,

which is in conformity with
Franciscan vows of poverty.

And finally for the bodily needs.

All that is needed is blessed in the Lord.

The well are not tended,
but they are that ailing.

Bring unto me the many
evildoers that need curing.

Thus sayeth the Apostle Matthew.

And during this phase, you
must bear this passage in mind.

- The well are not tended,
but they that are ailing.

Bring, bring unto me the many
evildoers that need curing.

(door creaking and closing)

- The elder nuns will
supervise you in turn.

Never say a word to them,
even to answer a question.

- Seven times a day did I
praise thee, sayeth the prophet,

with the holy number seven
we perform the duties

of our office (speaks foreign language).

(bell ringing)

(gasping)

- Every day at four in the morning,

the praises shall be recited.

A dish of boiled beans
once a day except Friday,

the day of total abstinence.

To refuse food is a grave
act of disobedience,

because it is the bounty of our Lord.

It is night, the hour of compline.

(bell tolling)

- I am reduced to
nothing and I am nothing,

sayeth the prophet.

I am in mine eyes as a beast of the field,

but I am ever with thee.

My God, I can't stand it!

(crying)

Oh my God (cries), have
you no mercy on me?

I want to die!

I want to die!

Let me out!

Let me out!

I'll kill myself.

Oh please, someone, oh please let me out!

I beg of you, whoever you are, Sister,

tell them I can't go on!

I don't want to!

Tell them I'm going stark raving mad!

(crying)

- This is a day of fasting.
Have patience, Sister.

- Tell me your name, Sister.

- [Nun Voiceover] The elder
nuns will supervise you in turn.

Never say a word to them,
even to answer a question.

- Today is the 15th day. Don't despair.

The well are not tended but the sick.

Oh Christ, I have sinned. Lord help me.

(crying)

(door opening)

(door creaking)

(soft church organ music)

(singing in foreign language)

(door creaking)

(nuns whispering prayers)

- I'm Elisabeth.

The isolation period is horrible.
We've all gone through it.

Beatrice and Michaela,
two novices like you.

- What did I tell you? She's ugly.

- Your name is Carmela, isn't it?

- Yes, Sister.

- You'll soon be all right.

Living here isn't as bad as it seems.

You only need to find the right friends.

Stay away from Sister
Filomena, for example.

She's a spy.

She had Sister Chiara punished.

There she is over there, tied to the tree.

Don't even speak to Sister Filomena

if you can help it, and
don't ever trust her.

You need my advice.

Above all, don't trust
the Mother Superior.

She seems sincere, but she's
a hypocrite and a liar.

Here she comes.

(singing in foreign language)

Carmela.

- I'm your Mother Superior.
How do you feel now?

Better, I hope.

You'll soon be happy in your new life.

Would you like to be called Sister Agnes?

Sister Agnes of the Infant Jesus.

You may go.

- Mother, I don't think
I have enough faith.

- Don't tire yourself.

We have plenty of time to talk.

- I'm here because my fa--

- I understand.

Try not to cry.

Just trust me.

You are part of a new family now.

A much bigger family.

And you'll have lots of sisters.

Some of them, unfortunately,
are not as good as others, but

I'll look after you.

I'll be your new mother,

and I'll follow your steps, one by one,

just as if you're beginning to walk.

(door creaking)

- This will be your cell.

- The new arrivals always ask
where their dowries have gone.

- Yes.

- They are sent to the church,

on which our convent is dependent.

- They feed so many mouths,
with so much charity.

(door creaking)

- Do you see much charity in making

new arrivals feel uncomfortable?

Are you envious of youth?

- Come, let me help you.

(grunting)

(soft music)

The first time you
needn't wear it so tight.

You're looking for a
mirror. The rules forbid it.

But I'll look at you.

And I see that you're beautiful.

But you mustn't be vain.

Vanity is a sin.

But one that's not too serious.

(church organ music)

(nuns whispering prayers)

- Carmela?

That's Sister Lucia,
you tried to defend her

when you first arrived, remember?

- But you weren't there.

- No, but I saw you.

It was then I decided you
would become my friend.

- You're very kind, Sister.

- However, whatever you do
for Sister Lucia is wasted.

She's lost her mind.

Watch out, here comes the spy.

There are roads that seem straight,

but they lead down to the fires of hell.

- For what crime can one be
expelled from the convent?

- How naive you are.

No, you only leave here when you're dead.

However, another way can be arranged.

You will learn it from me.

(nuns praying)

(upbeat music)

(men chattering)

(coughing)

(men chattering)

(gentle upbeat music)

- Well, as Lorenzo the Magnificent said,

you never can be sure about tomorrow.

(chuckling)

- He's right, especially with women.

- You don't have very much
respect for women, do you?

- On the contrary, I
find they're delightful,

though their constant
desire to catch the male

is so transparent in every gesture that

sometimes they're boring.

- Well I can't say I find them boring.

They readily come out to
parties, to the theater,

to the country with me, but
it's quite another thing

whenever I try staying alone with them.

- You should never
appear to try, my friend.

You use the wrong method.

Come on, let's have a cold plunge.

- Don Diego, I understand you
even have a cloistered nun

in your collection of women.

- Mm.

- Well, that's quite a claim.

- Love needs a touch of spice
to make it more appetizing.

- I imagine that a cloistered nun,

bound to abstinence, must be very peppery.

- They're delicious, my friend.

(door creaking)

(door closing upstairs)

(keys jingling)

- Have you been paid?

- Oh yes.

(birds calling)

(soft dramatic music)

- [Diego] Elisabeth.

- Diego.

(soft music)

- My, you look beautiful.

I imagine your absence
from me frightens you,

just like at first, huh?

(soft music)

- As a love nest, it
leaves much to be desired.

- I find it very exciting.

And your apparent calm
excites me even more.

- I am calm.

- No, you are a particularly
beautiful woman,

and no beautiful woman can be calm.

It's the waves that make
the sea so suggestive,

and its dark depths
exciting and mysterious.

(soft music)

- I'm not just any woman.

- That's true.

(bell ringing)

What's that bell? Are
they looking for you?

- No, it's the call to evening prayers,

which each of us recites in her own cell.

(soft music)

- And, instead of praying,

what does a nun really do in her cell?

- Sometimes she receives other nuns.

(soft music)

- I've always found intimacy between women

the best stimulant love can have.

And, uh,

what do you do?

- We kiss.

(soft music)

- Like this?

- In secret.

So no one will know.

Is that what you wanted to hear?

- What else?

- We caress each other.

(soft music)

- Mother Superior prepares us
spiritually for Confession.

It's one of our rules.

Remember, don't trust her.

(door closing)

- I know the rules are severe.

It's up to us to make them bearable.

To make them a part of our daily lives.

None of us is born with the vocation,

but I believe that,

I believe that in the depths of our souls

there's a small flame that we can build

bit by bit, day by day,

until we grow to accept
this life of penitence.

This life of penitence to
which our Lord has called us.

(soft music)

Here, far from the outside world,

we live each day more intensely.

But don't be sad.

I'd like to see your eyes always joyful.

I'll help you erase the memories.

I see them, you know, in your eyes.

But it's you, with your sweetness,

you make the memories beautiful.

The world outside is so cruel.

You know that well.

- I need your affection.

May I kiss your cheek?

- Father, during the night,

such awful visions I had of hell.

I dreamt I burnt my hands over the flames.

- Well, as long as you
don't do it during the day

in the kitchen, Sister, you have nothing

to fear, I would say.

(bell ringing)

But perhaps this dream may
have been a warning to you

and not just a figment
of your imagination.

Sister, what sins have
your hands committed?

Well, I must save that question

to be answered later, when I confess you.

(door rattling)

(soft music)

- Yesterday, I stole a bowl, Father,

and buried it in the garden.

Sometimes the temptation
to steal is so strong.

- A demon is tempting you to sin.

You must exorcize this demon.
He is a tool of the devil.

(church organ music)

Punish your hands to be saved.

Otherwise, I cannot grant you absolution.

(church organ music)

- It's your turn.

(church organ music)

Did he ask you where you put your hands?

- How do you know?

- He asks everyone. It's an obsession.

(church organ music)

(woman screaming)

(woman screaming)

(woman screaming)

(woman screaming)

- Sister, Sister Elisabeth, it's Carmela.

I'm afraid. What are those screams?

(woman screaming)

- Don't worry.

It's Sister Lucia, the
mad one, who's screaming.

Every so often she does it,
and then she calms down.

We all ignore it.

Now go back to your cell.

(woman screaming)

- It is forbidden to leave
one's own cell at night.

I deserve corporal punishment.

- It is forbidden to leave
one's own cell at night.

I deserve corporal punishment.

(soft music)

(singing in foreign language)

(whip striking)

(whip striking)

(whip striking)

(whip striking)

(whip striking)

(whip striking)

(whip striking)

- Enough!

Seven times is enough.

She's only a novice.

Let us pray.

(nuns praying in foreign language)

Untie her.

(whimpering)

- Why did you not come
to me if you were afraid?

You must trust me.

I still love you.

(soft church organ music)

You needn't wear that today.

- Thank you, Mother.

- Your skin will soon be healed.

I'm sorry I had to punish you.

It was to put you on your guard.

Sister Elisabeth, she's very strong.

She does as she likes.

You see, her family made a very large

contribution to the convent.

She has special privileges that

even go as high up as the archbishop.

She's not always alone at night, I know.

It's difficult for me to be impartial,

but it's my duty to look after
the novices, especially you.

(screaming)

(nuns chattering)

- [Nun] Oh my God.

(nuns chattering and praying)

- Poor Sister Lucia,

buried in unconsecrated
ground, like a dog.

- Ah, I'm sure our Lord
in His infinite goodness

and wisdom will have mercy on
her on the day of judgment.

- She never wanted to become a nun.

That's what made her lose her mind.

- Her mind was possessed by a demon.

Otherwise, Sister Lucia might have lived

to be a perfect nun, as few
nuns are, if the truth be told.

She had many good
qualities, but she was weak

and the devil laid his hands on her.

Good was overcome by evil.

(door creaking)

(nuns chattering)

(nun laughing)

- I know you're not able to resist.

That's why I invited you.

You see? We lack nothing here.

Not even the Mother Superior's liqueur.

Sister Chiara punishes herself for what

she does with her hands.

It's her penance.

How does it make you feel?

- I don't know.

There are some things that
are hard to put into words.

- So true.

There are thoughts that
remain inside of us.

It takes another person
to be aware of them.

We've been waiting for you to drink.

You're the guest of honor.

(gentle music)

(nuns chattering)

(gentle music)

Do you like them?

- Oh.

- Try them on.

- Mine's not here.

- Pick out something else
you like. It's more amusing.

Everyone's free to do as they like.

(exhaling)

(gentle music)

They fit you perfectly.

You can have them.

Look at yourself, Carmela.
You're still a woman.

(gentle music)

Everyone, get dressed.

- [Nun] Oh that's beautiful.
What a color for you.

Let's try some powder.

(nuns chattering)

(gentle music)

(nuns chattering)

- What's wrong?

- It reminds me of home.

My birthday party.

Young boys and girls having a good time.

I was perfectly happy.

(nuns chattering)

But here there are no boys.

- Ah, I have been waiting to
speak with you for months.

I know that now you are leaving.

But first, I must open my heart to you.

I have loved you in secret, sir.

And I hoped you loved me too.

(gentle music)

- I'll start.

I thought it was all over,
that you no longer loved me.

You say, how could you think that?

- How could you think that?

- A bit more warmth, please.

- It's not true.

- That's better.

So you still belong to me?

- Oh, certainly.

- You have never betrayed me?

- No.

- Come to my arms like
you used to (laughs).

- But, what do you want?

- Your body.

Haven't you come here
to offer yourself to me?

- I didn't expect to.

- Do you love another person?

(wood creaking)

- We have to leave. That's
Sister Rita's signal.

(blowing)

(blowing)

- The game is over. Take
off your traveling dress.

We'll elope together another time.

(wheel squeaking)

- May I see your work?

Do you no longer stand
when you're spoken to?

You obviously didn't sleep
very well last night.

You weren't able to concentrate.

Your work isn't up to its usual standard.

- I feel it is.

- I'm the one to decide.

- I know that all too well.

- For your behavior, you will be punished.

(soft dramatic music)

(singing in foreign language)

(church organ music)

- Once more.

(tapping on door)

- I'm upset.

- Why?

- I had a slight annoyance.

- You are annoyed.

With your Mother Superior?

- Yes.

- Your rival.

You're in love.

- Yes.

(door creaking)

(door closing)

(door creaking)

- Please, no, there's no need to stand.

I didn't come to give you orders.

I'm, I'm so alone.

You can't imagine how
great my solitude is.

Closed in my tower of authority.

I'm more a prisoner
than all of the others.

Please, oh, I need a little human warmth.

A little love.

Here, we have,

we have love at prayer.

Divine love.

Love of God.

And, and I do love God.

But it doesn't erase the fact that

I have this desire for
another human being.

You, you're the only pure one here.

And I'm so desperate.

- Leave.

I beg you, Mother, leave.

- It's I who beg you.

Look at me.

Please.

Just one more time

and I'll go away.

I've hurt you.

Forgive me.

But it's nothing,

nothing to the hurt that you've caused me.

(door opening)

- I'm becoming attached to you.

Elisabeth?

I can help you to get free.

I'll keep you in my villa.

(soft flute music)

- Another convent?

No thank you.

I prefer to see you here.

It's more exciting.

(soft flute music)

I've come to fancy life in the convent.

After all, one can find
affection there too.

Let's not talk anymore.

(soft flute music)

(singing in foreign language)

- Carmela Maria Rosa,
answer with purity of mind

and in full freedom of conscience.

- [Carmela] I shall.

- Do you come here of your own free will

to swear before God,

to consecrate your chastity, your poverty

and obedience, child?

(singing in foreign language)

- I do not.

(group murmuring)

- Yes, my daughter.

You consecrate your chastity, poverty

and your obedience to God.

- Your Grace, you asked
me to swear chastity,

poverty and obedience before God.

I understand you perfectly,
and my answer is no.

I can't deceive God in this way.

Above all, I appeal to
my father and mother.

- Beatrice Maria Rolanda,
will you answer with purity

of mind and in full freedom of conscience?

- Yes, I shall.

- This is our last meeting.

I have no desire to see you again.

Of course, I realize it's a
minor cross for you to bear.

But I've ordered your
mother, and your brothers,

and your sisters never to see you again.

Your free-loving kindness
and obedient nature,

of which so many happy displays are token,

will help you to bear this
cross too, I have no doubt.

You're not only a
disappointment to your family

but a disappointment here.

I say you are a changeling.
You're no flesh of mine.

You caused me more pain
than any of my children,

perhaps because I had
such high hopes for you.

But you're not my child.

For me, you were born
dead. You were born dead.

- [Man In Distance] Keep in line there.

Move up.

(horses trotting)

Close ranks.

(horse whinnying)

Come on now, move along.

(bell ringing)

(church organ music)

(singing in foreign language)

- Be not wise in your own conceit.

Repay no one with evil for evil,

but with good in the sight of all.

From St. Paul's Epistle to the Romans.

Now let us pray for our soldiers.

For the allied flag of
the Holy Roman Church.

For the arms that defend our Christianity.

For our victory.

- [Group] In the name
of the Father, the Son

and the Holy Ghost, amen.

(door creaking)

- Julian's here.

Oh, but what can I do?

It's been a year since
the last time I saw him,

before I came here.

But I love him. You understand.

- You must see him.

- But, Sister, how?

Can I trust Sister Rita
or Sister Tomasina?

- It's better not to.

Trust me.

I'll think about your meeting.

And how to avoid the
danger of being discovered.

- Oh, Sister Elisabeth, do you mean it?

Will you really do it, for me?

- Of course.

I like to see you so full of enthusiasm.

- I will always be grateful to you.

- One day you'll do something for me.

- Oh, yes.

(dog barking)

(bird calling)

- Julian.

(soft romantic music)

(tapping on door)

- [Sister Rita] They are together now.

- Good, thank you.

- I've no one anymore.

In all this while, only the
thought of you kept me alive.

I was certain that one
day we'd meet again.

- I hoped we would too.

But then, with the all
wrongs we both suffered,

I began to lose heart.

My faith, my trust in men.

(soft romantic music)

- There's something in
you now that frightens me.

- Don't be afraid, my love.

My feelings for you
will always be the same.

(soft romantic music)

- Take me away from here.

Don't you want to?

- Of course.

But where could we live?

We can't live in this country.

A nun who runs away from a
convent is shunned by everyone.

We'd be outcasts. We'd have nothing.

(soft romantic music)

- But we'd have each other.

- Yes.

(soft romantic music)

But to flee together we need first money

and friends to hide us.

And I'd have to run away from the army.

- Once you said soldiers were robbers.

You called them outlaws then.

Now you steal. You have changed.

(soft romantic music)

- Yes, I know, but

I had no choice.

(soft romantic music)

- But I love you all the same.

(soft romantic music)

(soft moaning)

(soft romantic music)

- You look radiant.

Come to my room tonight.
We'll all be there.

- Let's make love together.

I invited you.

You can't go away like this.

Well then,

you prefer the Mother Superior?

- The Mother Superior?
What are you saying?

How could you?

- Hm, it's true, though, isn't it?

- No.

(gentle music)

- Why humiliate me?

Haven't I been your friend since the first

moment you entered the convent?

You led me to believe you cared as I do.

- I never let you believe that.

- Then, what am I supposed to think

about your conduct toward me?

Were you faking?

- I'm sorry that you ...

- Then prove to me that you're sorry.

(gentle music)

Do I repulse you?

(gentle music)

You don't know how much
I've waited for this moment.

And the courage it took to speak to you.

Till now I've interpreted
your every gesture,

your every word, as meaning
that you might even care for me.

I degrade myself.

I'm no longer myself next to you.

Now, nothing matters to me

unless I can love you always.

Together, we can find a way.

- No, it's not my fault.

It's not my fault if you misunderstood.

- You're clever.

I'll make you regret it.

Now I'm the one who doesn't want you.

Get out.

(gentle music)

- It makes life hard for me.

- I like to hear of quarrels between nuns.

Tell me more.

- You must take care of the young man.

(soft music)

- You excite me more than
any woman I've ever known.

What do you want me to do?

Tell me.

- If he should come for a rendezvous...

(whispering)
(soft music)

- That should be amusing.

(keys jingling)

- Sister, I'd like to have those things

I gave you when I arrived here.

But you may keep half of them.

- What for?

What do you want to do, run away with him?

Anyway, your things,
like all of the others,

are kept under lock and key.

You should have warned me.

- Let her go.

- But don't forget, if the
inquisitors catch a nun

who runs away, she can
even be put to death.

- Hurry.

(keys jingling)

(gasping)

(groaning)

(blows striking)

(groaning)

(kick striking)

(groaning)

(blows striking)

(groaning)

(gasping)

- I told you, he wasn't to be killed

but only cut up a certain way.

Someone's coming.

- Julian?

Julian?

(whimpering)

(screaming)

They killed him!

- Carmela, that's wrong?

- He's dead!

No!

They've killed him!

No, no no no!

Murderers!

Let me go!

They've killed him, my Julian.

Let me go, let me go! I want to die too.

I don't want to live without him.

- She said someone killed Julian.

- I have no one! No family!

Now they they've killed Julian,

I have nothing left to live for.

Let me die!

Julian!

It was you. She did it.

It was you.

- Me? I know nothing.

- [Carmela] Yes you do! You do!

She did it!

Damn the day I was born.

- Carmela!

Are you mad?

- Damn you all!

- Take her away.

Damn you, the whole lot of you!

Let me go!

I want to die. Let me kill myself!

Let me go!

Oh!

(Carmela crying)

(soft music)

- Sisters, we can find
no trace neither inside

nor outside the convent walls

of what Carmela says has happened.

We must presume she was delirious.

How is she today?

- She has stopped crying and
murmurs senseless phrases.

- May the Lord have mercy
on our sister Carmela.

Let us pray for her.

(soft music)

(singing in foreign language)

(whimpering)

(singing in foreign language)

- Jesus,

I bless 1,000 times the moment

that you came into this world.

You who suffered for us.

You whose flesh was
humiliated and martyred.

You can understand me.

You died for our sins.

Please forgive me.

I beg you.

Give me the strength to continue living.

Mother of God,

intercede with your son.

Ave Maria (prays in foreign language).

Amen.

(singing in foreign language)

- [Prayer Leader] Through thy
death and burial.

- [Group] Deliver us, O Lord.

- [Prayer Leader] Through
thy holy resurrection.

- [Group] Deliver us, O Lord.

- [Prayer Leader] Through
thy admirable ascension.

- [Group] Deliver us, O Lord.

- [Prayer Leader] Through the
coming of the Holy Spirit,

the comforter.

- [Group] Deliver us, O Lord.

- [Prayer Leader] In the day of judgment.

- [Group] Deliver us.

- [Prayer Leader] Mother of our Savior.

- [Group] Pray for us.

- [Nun] Help her, quickly.

- What you have confessed is terrible.

For a nun to have a
child is a desecration.

You must be put in the isolation cell.

I'll do the best I can.

I'll try to keep the secret
within the convent walls.

- Forgive me, Mother.
Please, what can I do?

- Nothing.

You can do nothing.

You cannot destroy the
fruits of your womb.

(cart passing)

- [Carmela] What is it, more soldiers?

- No, no it's the carts,

taking the women to their men.

- Oh, Julian.

(shrieking)

- Carmela, you have to be strong.

Her time is near.

Fetch Sister Rita.

(Carmela moaning)

- His name will be Julian.

- We'll baptize him Julian.

Which saint is he?

- I know one St. Julian.

He was a soldier in the Roman Empire.

St. Julian the Martyr, he's called.

But also the humane, for the
hospitals he helped provide.

- It's such a beautiful name.

(moaning)

(moaning)

- [Carmela] No!

(Carmela moaning)

No!

(screaming)

No!

(moaning)

- More, Carmela, more.

Push.

(moaning)

You have to help us.

That's it.

Just like that.

Harder, don't relax.

Just a little more.

(moaning)

Come, come, come.

Oh.

(moaning)

That's it.

More.

Oh, oh.

Oh.

(soft music)

(baby crying)

Carmela.

(baby crying)

(bell tolling)

- If what the person has
written in this anonymous report

is a fact, it's indefensible.

- Would Your Grace authorize
me to investigate the convent?

- You shall.

I too shall go, and we'll
break the cloister seal

in the presence of the militia.

(door creaking)

(doors creaking)

- What has happened here is infamous!

A shameful blight not only on
this convent and our diocese,

but the entire religious
community of our country.

I warn you, concealing the
guilty is also a capital sin

in the eyes of the church.

And unless you surrender
freely to the secular arm

this fiend you are hiding,

you are all in league with the devil.

Now!

Which is the mother?

I want to know the mother!

- She is.

- Yes.

It's true. I'm the mother.

- No, she's lying.

I'm the mother.

The sisters are not telling
the truth. I'm the mother.

- Wait.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

I'm the mother.

- It's not true, I'm the mother.

- Enough, silence!

Now let only the guilty
nun confess her crime.

- I am the mother.

He's my son.

- No, he's my son.
- He's my son.

- Do you hear, I'm the mother.

- It's my child.
- He's mine.

(nuns shouting)

- Enough, enough! Silence!

- I'm the mother.

No, I'm the mother.

(nuns chattering)

- If every nun claims it, you laugh at me!

Now the diocese will close
your rebellious convent!

(nuns shouting)

(singing in foreign language)

- I'm the mother.
- I'm the mother.

(singing in foreign language)

- Carmela, you'll have
to leave with the baby.

If you wear these men's clothes,
it'll be easier for you.

In a few hours, they'll
be no one left here.

We're being sent away.

The soldiers are coming
to escort us tomorrow.

The order is being dissolved.

- I'm not worthy of your sacrifice.

- That's not true.

- You'll be treated horribly

in the convents where
you're placed, won't you?

- Don't think about it.

- Mother.

Mother, God bless you.

- It's almost daylight.

Mother, she has to go now.

(soft music)

- Carmela.

Go.

(soft music)

(keys jingling)

(soft music)

(baby cooing)

(soft music)

- I'd like to say goodbye to the others.

- No, it will be dangerous.

Could you ever forgive me?

- I've already forgiven you.

(soft music)

- Goodbye.

I love you.

(soft music)

- Here's your jewelry.

And more from all of us.

It'll be useful.

(soft music)

- Thank you, Sister.

- Wait a little.

When we're all out of the place,

go wait by the ruined church.

You'll see a woman who
will look after you there.

(soft music)

(birds chirping)

- Excuse me, Sister.

Have you seen a young man with a baby?

- I was supposed to dress like a man.

I didn't.

But I'm the one you were to meet.

- But is your habit worn every day?

Or did you borrow the veil?

- If God has accepted the vows I made

in my heart, I'm truly a nun.

(birds chirping)

- Well help me.

What is your name?

- Sister Agnes.

- What will you do from now on?

- Aid those who suffer in this world.

- You have courage, Sister.

(soft flute music)