All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries (2008) - S04E10 - Voices (1080p BluRay x265 Langbard)

Quite unexpected,
as you could imagine, sir.

The nuns were about to lay
Sister St. Ignatius

to her final resting place

when they noticed
that her spot was...

well, it was spoken for,
you might say, sir.

Oh, watch your step there, sir.

That's a Roman collar.

A Roman collar, sir?

George, if I'm not mistaken,
this man was a priest.

Dear Lord.

Sir, Father Hoobin was
to conduct the burial service.

Father Hoobin
is the convent chaplain.

Father.

Detective.

Reverend Mother?
Come, quickly.

George,
we'll need to dig this man out.

Sir, I'll get some men
on that straightaway.

How may I be of service,
gentlemen?

Reverend Mother.

I'm Detective Will...

Will?

Susannah?

Sir?

Constable, allow me
to introduce my sister.

Father Logan.

He arrived just last night,
traveling to Winnipeg.

- En route from?
- Halifax.

His train didn't leave until
morning, so we put him up.

Were you acquainted with him?

No, but it's not uncommon

for a traveling priest
to stay the night.

Sir, perhaps, I'll take
Father Hoobin's statement.

Yes, George.
Thank you.

Um...

So you're a detective now,
I see.

Yes.

And you a reverend mother.

William.

Ah, Reverend Mother,
Dr. Julia Ogden, our coroner.

The Reverend Mother is...

Your sister, Susannah.
Yes.

The news has already spread
amongst the constables.

I'm so pleased
to make your acquaintance.

And you.

You two have work to do.

- Doctor.
- Reverend Mother.

We'll speak later.

I thought she was in a
cloistered convent in Montreal.

As did I.

Come in, Will.

Dr. Ogden found a fracture
in Father Logan's skull.

I'll know more once
the postmortem is completed.

I must let the archdiocese
in Halifax know of all this.

We'll take care of that.

At any rate, I'll need

all of Father Logan's
particulars from them.

How long have you been
in Toronto?

Five months.

Our order in Montreal
was given special instruction

to establish
a mission convent here,

and I was given dispensation
to leave the cloister.

You chose not to contact me.

It's been 20 years, Will.

I knew that you would want
to meet,

and I was afraid
that we would be strangers.

Strangers, Susannah?

I'm your brother.

The 17-year-old who...

left to a logging camp
to get his start in the world,

that's how I remember you.

I don't know this
Detective Murdoch at all.

We'll have to change that.

How may I be of assistance
with your investigation?

What did Father Logan do
once he arrived?

He offered to hear confession,

and since Father Hoobin
was away, I agreed.

After that,
he attended evening prayer.

Vespers.

And then so far as I'm aware,
he went to bed

around half-past 9:00.

The grounds have been
thoroughly checked,

and there's no sign
of an intruder.

But there must be.

No one here had
anything to do with this.

Of course not.

I just need to confirm that.

I made confession with
Father Logan as we all did,

God rest his soul.

Carry on, Sister.

St. Anthony.

Yes.
Yes, I know.

Oh.

Well, uh, we had chores,
of course,

although not everyone
gets theirs done.

I went to vespers,

and then I helped Sister Theresa
with her reading.

She's Anglican, so she needs
all the help she can get.

Sister Theresa,
did you hear or see anything

out of the ordinary
last night?

None of us did.

Did Father Logan seem

apprehensive or distracted
in any way?

No.

Do you think he knew
someone was after him?

When I was accepted as a novice,
I was so happy.

I knew that I'd be safe
in God's house.

But how safe are we if a priest
can be murdered here?

Sister Bernadette,
did you see Father Logan

last night after confession?

Only at vespers.

Then you retired
for the night?

No, I had kitchen duty,

but I didn't
hear anything outside.

Aren't chores before vespers?

Not all the time.

A Catholic priest gets
murdered in a convent

run by the sister you haven't
seen since the Crusades.

Yes, sir.

Hell of a family reunion,
pardon the expression.

Have a seat, Murdoch.
How are you holding up?

Oh, I'm fine.

We've interviewed everyone
at the convent,

and no one saw or heard anything
that they're admitting to.

You think they're lying?

They're nuns, Murdoch.

They tell a fib,
they go to limbo, don't they?

More likely purgatory,
briefly--

I don't understand
these choices.

We Protestants have
heaven or hell, up or down.

No messing around.

Yes, sir.

What about this
Father Hoobin character?

He lives at a nearby rectory,
only visiting the convent

to hear confession
and conduct evening prayer.

Last night he was at the home
of a parishioner

that is on his death bed

to perform extreme unction.

Extreme...

Last rites, so to speak.

Sirs, telegram from
the archdiocese in Halifax.

They have no record
of a Father Logan.

Perhaps my sister was mistaken
about his home parish.

Also, sir,
Dr. Ogden called for you.

Father Logan
suffered two blows to the head,

the first with something
flat and broad.

A shovel perhaps?

Possibly, though the second
blow caused the fracture.

It was was done with something
small and heavy.

The second blow was fatal.

It likely knocked him
unconscious,

but it's not what killed him.

The cause of death
is asphyxiation.

There was a sizable amount
of inhaled soil

in the esophagus and lungs.

I'm afraid he was buried alive.

So how have you and Susannah
been getting along?

Oh, I hardly know.

I haven't seen her or spoken
to her since she was 14

and left our aunt's home
for the convent school.

And later when she joined
the cloistered nuns in Montreal,

she wrote a final letter

saying that the outside world
was dead to her.

At 14?

That must have been painful
for you.

What do you have there?

Father Logan's
stomach contents.

Beef stew.

Father Logan was killed
on a Friday.

Catholics don't eat meat
that day.

Perhaps he was not so devout.

Perhaps he was no priest.

And this one he invented
to see in the dark.

What on Earth for?

Have you no lanterns,
Inspector?

Ah, Detective Murdoch.

I was just providing
the Reverend Mother

with insight
into her big brother.

He built a contraption that can
find sunken boats underwater.

Is that right?

Thank you for keeping
my sister company, Inspector.

Right.
Well...

Pleasure to meet you.

And you.

So this is your world now, Will.

Detective.

Well, not entirely.

Mother had hoped
you'd be a priest one day,

but that wouldn't have been
right for you.

Why do you say that?

You were forever asking how
things worked, why they worked.

A priest or someone like me

tries to comprehend God's ways,
but doesn't question.

I suppose you were
always a detective,

choosing science over faith.

Judges and juries weigh facts,
not my faith.

Besides, the Jesuits taught me
mathematics, science.

Of course.

Do you know if he's still alive?

Father?

No.

Last I saw him, two years ago
out west, he seemed robust.

You'd think the punishment
for the grief he caused us all

would have earned him
an early grave.

And damnation.

Is that what you came here
to say, Susannah?

No.

I have reason to believe
Father Logan was not a priest.

Yes, I've come
to the same conclusion.

Why do you say so?

Sister Catherine told me.

Who is Sister Catherine?

Why did you not tell me
about her before now?

She never goes outside now.

In fact, she has no contact
with anyone other than myself.

Why is that?

Reverend Mother.

This is your brother?

It is, Sister.
He has some questions.

Very well.

Sister Catherine,

how do you know that
Father Logan was not a priest?

God told me.

God told you.

Well, one of his angels,
actually.

But angels are messengers
of God, are they not?

Sister Catherine
has been chosen by God

to be a conduit to the divine.

It was Mary of Magdala
who told me about Father Logan.

She said he was no man of God.

She said...

he was the devil.

And that took place
in this room?

On my bed.

The voices often come to me
when I am at rest.

Last night I heard the voice
of the devil himself.

The devil speaks to you
as well?

No, to Mary of Magdala.

He raged at her,
but she drove him out.

She must rest.

The angel that slew him
is buried beneath him.

Mary spoke those words to me.

Sir, what is it exactly
we're looking for?

I suppose we're testing
a divine theory.

Ah.

I believe this is an angel, sir.

It's buried beneath him.

The stone angel was exactly
where Sister Catherine

said it would be, as instructed
by Mary of Magdala.

I would think that you
would be appreciative.

And I am.

But Sister Catherine
may have witnessed the murder

or be otherwise involved.

Involved?

It's absurd to think that
she fractured a man's skull,

dragged him to his grave,
and buried him.

I haven't yet established that
there was only one assailant.

You don't understand, Will.

Sister Catherine
is far too frail

to make her way to the gardens.

These past few weeks,
she's refused to eat.

She's starving herself?

She's proving herself to God.

Her single concern is piety,

and I firmly believe
that she has been rewarded

with divine communion.

Be that as it may,

I find it hard to believe

that God intervenes in murder
investigations, Susannah.

Who are we to assume
God's priorities?

The fact is, William, the angels
speak to Sister Catherine,

or have you no faith
in such things anymore?

And then just as
the chapter concludes,

our heroes realize they must
rush back to save the queen

from Sekhmet's evil bio-cannon.

This murder mystery of yours

is starting to sound peculiar,
George.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Although it doesn't hold
a stitch to this scenario.

God having his angels talk
to Sister Catherine?

It must mean that angels
watch over this place.

In fact, they could be listening
to our very words

right this minute.

Sir, what are you looking at?

I think we know where our
angel came from, George.

Indeed.
Uh, Sir.

I believe there's
some blood here.

Yes, George.

This is it.

This is the scene of the crime.

Very good, sir.

Wait...

A crucifix.

A tin box.

It's empty.

You wanted to show me something,
Doctor?

It's a syphilitic lesion,

and in mind of the circumstances
of this case, I had a thought.

Which is?

Are you familiar
with the virgin cure?

The mistaken belief
that intimate relations

with a virgin
will cure disease.

What better place to find
a virgin than a convent?

The virgin cure--I can't
imagine anything more evil.

If our victim was attempting
to avail himself of this cure,

it could be why he was killed.

I will speak to the sisters
of course,

but I'm sure they would have
come to me

if there had been any attempt
to molest them.

I found this in the garden
as well,

where I believe the victim
was rendered unconscious.

Do you know who it belongs to?

No, but I'll ask and see
if anyone has lost theirs.

Also...

we found blood in the garden,
no doubt the victim's.

But it's reasonable to assume

that the killer was splattered
during the attack.

And?

I've sent some of my men
to the convent

to search for any
items of clothing.

You did what?

The killer is not among us,
Will,

and I insist that you stop
this unseemly pursuit of yours.

I will have my men return
to the station

once they have completed
their duties.

Sir...

there's been a development.

Ah, sir, there you are.

We found it
in the convent laundry.

A man's undergarment.

I believe I need
to visit the rectory.

This was found in the convent.

Yes, that's mine.

I usually leave my laundry
at the convent

for the nuns to attend to.

You'll note that
there's blood on it.

Detective, it's my blood.

Here, I'll show you.

Self-flagellation is performed
as a religious discipline

or as penance for wrongdoing.

Which is the case for you,
Father Hoobin?

That is between myself
and God.

No.

No, that is between
you and the constabulary.

I will be needing your answer.

My answer is that I told you
I was visiting the bishop.

Check with him.

Will, I'm so glad you're here.

We left on unpleasant terms
yesterday.

Oh, don't worry about that.

The angel spoke to Sister
Catherine again this morning.

Come.

Sister Catherine.

The cross is lost.

What cross?
Lost where?

The garden.

She must be referring
to the crucifix

that you found there.

But no one told her.

Do you believe now?

Sister Catherine,
whose voice did you hear?

Mary of Magdala.

And no one else?

Sister?

Sister Catherine?

My cross.

Help me find...

cross...

Oh, dear God.

Sisters!

Sisters, we need help!

Sister Catherine.

You must convince her to eat.

Starvation and lack of water
will kill her.

I suppose you've reasoned
that her condition

explains her communion with God.

Susannah, she could die.

I should be taking her
to a hospital.

No, we'll see to her.

Have you lost
your faith, William?

You have a responsibility,
William.

I have a responsibility.

So figure me this, George.

These papists believe
in saints...

Catholics, Henry.

I think they prefer
Catholics now.

Okay, well, these Catholics

believe in abstinence
for their priests

because that brings them
closer to God.

Yes, correct.

But those practicing
abstinence don't have children.

And so by Darwin's theory
of natural selection

won't pass on their inclination
towards taking holy orders.

Pretty soon,
no one wants to be a priest.

Are we running out of priests,
Henry?

Is this a problem?

I mean, are we entering
some sort

of worldwide priest shortage?

You're missing the point,
George.

George! Henry!

Can you hear my voice?

Yes, sir.

Are you trapped
underground somewhere?

No, no.

Follow the sound of my voice
until you see a clay pipe.

Just follow my voice.

Sir, I think we've found you.
The pipe leads out here.

Are you in the garden
where the murder took place?

Yes, sir.

I hardly think that Sister
Catherine's conduit to God

was a drainage pipe.

It's part of an old
plumbing system.

Very efficient
at conveying sound.

It must have been covered up
in the last renovation.

So all of this time

she was hearing conversations
in the garden?

And most likely the murder
as well.

And the killer, or killers,
speaking after the fact.

I need to talk to her again.

We're just nursing her back
to health.

She's in no condition.

Susannah, these divine
messages could be the key

to solving this murder.

Well, I keep a written record
of the messages.

That will have to do.

Detective?

Sir, I spoke with the bishop.

He confirms that,
on the night of the murder,

he and Father Hoobin
discussed a plan

to repair the church
in Millbrook.

That's Hoobin's hometown.

So if Father Hoobin
was with the bishop,

he can't be our killer.

Yes, sir, but strangely,
Father Hoobin had with him $950

which he just gave the bishop
to go towards the repairs.

Really?

Where does a priest
get money like that?

Well, good question, sir.

The other strange thing is

that the wife
of the dying parishioner

that Hoobin had visited prior

said he left their house
at 9:00 p.m.,

but the bishop said Father
Hoobin didn't arrive

until a quarter of 10:00.

Now, that trip should have
taken 20 minutes, not 45.

I can't help wonder
what delayed him.

After I left
the parishioner's,

I stopped here at the rectory
to pick up some documents,

and then I carried on my way.

I see.

If I may, how is it
you came into nearly $1,000

to give to the church
in Millbrook?

It was my inheritance.

I'd been saving it
for a good cause.

That's very commendable.

Detective Murdoch,
I didn't kill that man.

I wasn't at the convent.

I believe you were.

You encountered Father Logan,

realized that he was
an impostor,

so he attacked you,

to silence you.

Invent any scenario you like.

What about
the self-flagellation?

Wasn't it over the guilt
you felt for committing murder?

I do have guilt, yes,
but not for that reason.

I believe I've lost my faith.

Is your first name William?

Yes, it is.

You were in the convent garden
earlier today.

A woman asked you
if you'd lost your faith.

Who was it?

Sister Theresa.

No, a novice would never
address a priest

by his first name.

She and I became friends.

In the most ironic of ways,

she is discovering her faith
just as I am losing mine.

You and Father Hoobin
had a conversation

in the garden earlier today.

Yes.

He says he found you
there alone.

Were you looking for this?

That's not mine.

This is.

Sister Theresa...

Sister Bernadette.

What seems to be the trouble?

Nothing important.

I'll come back.

Thank you.

Sister Bernadette.

What has you so upset?

I received a scolding
from the Reverend Mother.

Somehow she heard about us
wagering on card games.

Excuse me.

Hello, Detective.

Sister St. Anthony.

Yes, we're burying
Sister Ignatius later today,

and this morning I went
to see all was ready.

Her rosary is missing
from her body,

crucifix and all.

I think someone stole it.

What's this, then?
Quotes from the drainpipe?

Yes, sir.

I'm convinced the solution to
this crime is here, somewhere.

I believe Sister Catherine

overheard
a series of conversations,

including one with the killer.

But before her seizure,
Sister Catherine said,

"My cross.

"Help me find..."

It?

In that case, perhaps
it's referring to the crucifix

that I found in the garden,

and if so, she may have
overheard the killer,

still at the scene of the crime,
looking for it.

And speaking to a third party?

Exactly.

Sirs?

We've had a response to the
photograph that we sent around.

It seems our victim's name
is Tommy Tasker.

He was arrested a month ago
for bank robbery

but escaped while
being transferred to court.

- This was in Toronto?
- Uh, no sir, in Millbrook.

Father Hoobin's hometown.

Millbrook's barely a hamlet.

Tommy Tasker and Father Hoobin
must have crossed paths.

Father Hoobin,
do you recognize this man?

All I know is
he called himself Father Logan.

His real name is Tommy Tasker.
Does that name sound familiar?

No.

Father, I have a telegram here
from the Millbrook Constabulary.

It pertains to an attempted
robbery nine years ago,

on July 17, 1889.

Could you please read the names
of the co-accused?

Tommy Tasker and Billy Hoobin.

We were altar boys,

but we started getting
into trouble.

We ran together for a few years.

But after I decided
to become a priest,

I never saw Tommy again until
he showed up in that grave.

For the last time,
I didn't kill him.

Why did you lie about
knowing him?

Father William Hoobin,

you are under arrest for
the murder of Tommy Tasker.

Susannah.

What brings you here?

It is true you've arrested
Father Hoobin for the murder?

Yes, I'm afraid it is.

William...

I can't let an innocent man
hang for my sin.

Your sin?

Father Hoobin
didn't kill that man.

I did.

It was dark.

After vespers, I went for a walk
before retiring.

Sister St. Ignatius
was very much on my mind.

She was like a mother to me.

Reverend Mother, please,
the circumstances.

I was in the garden
when Father Logan or...

Tommy Tasker, as you say,

rushed up behind me
and threw me down.

He...

Did he interfere with you?

He tried.

I managed
to push him off briefly.

I grabbed a shovel
and hit him with it.

He fell,
and then he got back up again.

And the next thing I knew,
I had a stone angel in my hand,

and he was on the ground.

Susannah,
you acted in self-defense.

Why not simply tell me
this from the beginning?

I killed a priest, Will.

Or at least,
I thought he was one.

Who would believe that a priest
could commit a sexual assault?

Not the Archdiocese,
or the Holy See,

and most certainly not
the police.

So the voices Sister Catherine
heard were...

Mine and Tasker's.

And in all this,
your crucifix got torn off.

Yes.

I looked everywhere for it,
but...

So I took Sister St. Ignatius's
as a replacement,

I'm ashamed to say.

So when you were searching
for the crucifix in the garden,

who was it you said, "Help me
find it," to wasn't Tasker?

There was no one else
there but me.

So no one helped you carry
Tasker's body

to the grave and dump it in?

No.

Susannah...

I believe Sister Catherine
heard a voice

calling out
to a third party for help,

saying, "My cross,
help me find it."

There was someone else
there with you.

Sister Catherine
was delirious.

You said so yourself.
It was just me.

I'd killed a man, Will.
I was frantic.

I checked for a pulse, but...

It was too late.

I didn't know what else to do.

Tasker wasn't dead
when he was buried.

If you checked for a pulse,
you would have found one.

Well, if he was near dead,

then his pulse
would have been weak.

Reverend Mother,

you're lying.

Listen, Murdoch,

if your sister won't tell us
who the accomplice is,

we're just going to have to
figure this out for ourselves.

Could be this third party's
the killer,

and that Susannah was only
involved after the fact.

That distinction is less than
comforting, sir, but I agree.

Susannah appears to be
protecting someone.

Tasker knew that Father Hoobin
was Chaplain to a convent.

If Tasker really was after
the virgin cure,

it would make sense
that he would go there.

He stole some of Father Hoobin's
vestments from the rectory

while Hoobin was
at the parishioner's house.

That makes sense.

So what's your problem?

- Sir...
- What?

A cross...

Sir, a Catholic nun loses
her crucifix

in the middle of a garden.

Why does she call it a cross?

Doesn't make sense.

No, it doesn't.

Unless that nun was raised
as an Anglican.

For my salvation
is near to come

and my righteousness
to be revealed.

Blessed is the...

Sisters.

Sister Theresa.

May I see your rosary, please?

Of course.

Hmm.

This has years of wear.

It belonged to Sister Ignatius,
didn't it?

Sister Bernadette?

I was working the kitchen
when I heard a noise outside.

I went out and found Theresa
and the Father in a struggle.

He was on top of her, so...

I hit him with the shovel.

Then what?

He still wouldn't stop,

so I picked up a stone angel--

Bernadette, please.

I was the one who hit
him with the angel.

He tried to rape me.

I thought he was going
to go after me again.

And you both decided
to bury him.

The Father would have simply
disappeared,

to catch his train to Winnipeg
for all anyone would know.

But when we saw his hand

sticking out of the dirt
the next day,

we realized--

We thought he was dead
when we buried him,

Detective Murdoch.

You must believe that.

We're not monsters.

Why let the Reverend Mother
take the blame

for what you had done
and surely go to the gallows?

She insisted.

That time you saw me crying,
I had just told her the truth.

I pleaded with her
not to confess to our sins,

but she wouldn't hear it.

She said it was better
this way.

This way, please.

Susannah, I don't understand.

Father Hoobin was entirely
innocent of any crime, Will.

Sisters Bernadette and Theresa

were faced with an agonizing
choice for survival's sake.

In each instance,
my duty was clear.

We must sacrifice
our own interests

to protect the innocent.

What are you hiding from me?

I must go now.
They'll be needing lawyers.

Glad to see this case
wrapped up

and with your sister no part
in the murder

and so on and so forth.

But the thought of two nuns
swinging from a rope, well...

The case is wrapped up,
Murdoch, right?

I suppose so, sir.

But it troubles me

that once Tasker was knocked
to the ground,

they didn't simply run
or call for help.

Sister Theresa did not need
to finish him off.

Well, maybe not, but with
something like that...

Sirs.
Excuse me.

From the Millbrook Constabulary,
Tommy Tasker's complete file.

I've perused it, and it is
enlightening, to say the least.

Especially... this part.

Tommy Tasker was arrested
for seduction

five years ago in Millbrook.

Seduction, huh?

Promised marriage to a girl
to win her favors

and then backed out, did he?

Yes, sir.

And the man who brought
the charges against Tommy Tasker

was Billy Hoobin.

What's going on?

Sir, the young woman
that Tasker attacked

was a Mary Albert
from Bethany, Ontario.

Mary of Bethany.

What's Bethany got to do
with anything?

Sister Catherine said that
one of the voices she heard

was that of Mary Magdala.

The biblical Mary Magdala
was from Bethany.

Mary Magdala is Mary of Bethany.

And our Mary from Bethany
is Mary Albert.

So who's Mary Albert?

The young woman Father Hoobin
lied to protect.

- Have a seat.
- Why is Sister Theresa here?

Oh, I think you know, Father.

Five years ago, Tommy Tasker
was arrested for seduction.

The complainant
was one Billy Hoobin,

and the alleged victim
was Mary Albert.

Sister Theresa, that was the
religious name you were given

when you became a novice, yes?

Yes.

Father Hoobin,

the crime of seduction carries
with it a prison sentence.

Alerting the authorities
to an occurrence of seduction

would be an ideal way
of ridding oneself of a rival

for a woman's affections.

Wouldn't it?

So what happened then?

Missy here
was free and clear of Tasker.

I reckon you offered
a shoulder to cry on.

But she didn't want you.

Still pining for Tasker,
was she?

Alas, after a short stint
in prison,

Tasker reunited with Mary,

right about the time
you left Millbrook

to study for the priesthood.

No one likes being rejected,
Father,

but that seems
a bit drastic to me.

So as the years went on,
Tasker moved his way up,

from petty theft
to bank robbery.

With his lovely Mary
by his side the whole time.

Most recently,
Tasker stole nearly $1,000

from a Millbrook bank.

Strangely, the authorities
were tipped off

by an anonymous letter.

Tasker went to jail,
Mary Albert vanished,

and so did the money.

Why don't you two
take it from here?

Tommy was a brute.

Not at first,
but then it started.

I realized I should have been
with Billy all along.

So you took the money and ran.

I needed to hide from Tommy,

and I knew that Billy
would take me in.

When Mary showed up
at my door two months ago,

I realized nothing had changed.

My love for her never died.

I wrote to the Holy Father
to be released from my vows.

We were planning to marry.

But then Tasker showed up.

On the other side
of the confessional.

He wanted the money,

and I was going to give it
to him just to make him go away.

It was gone.

I'd hidden it in a tin box
in the garden,

and when I took Tommy there,

he saw that it was empty,

and he thought I'd lied to him.

He attacked me.

I'm sure if Bernadette hadn't
come along,

he would have killed me.

So you killed him first,
while you had the chance.

It was him or me.

And fabricated the story
of the attempted rape.

I needed Bernadette's help
to hide the body.

She never would have
if she'd known

that I killed a man on purpose.

Which you wouldn't have had
to do had I not...

taken the money.

You took it?

What--
that was our nest egg, Billy!

Why would you do that?

To absolve me of my sins,
I hoped.

And to ease the guilt
of leaving the church.

I wanted Mary and I
to have a fresh start, yes,

but with a clean break
from the past.

If you hadn't done that, none
of this would have happened!

All Tommy wanted was the money!

Father Hoobin will be required

to testify against
Sister Theresa.

And Sister Bernadette?

We'll petition the courts
for leniency.

I doubt any judge will want
to punish her too severely,

but there will be punishment
of some duration.

This terrible business has
quite crushed our spirit here.

My heart is heavy
knowing the full truth.

It's not how I imagined
our reunion.

I've spoken harshly to you at
times these last few days, Will.

I regret that.

You were in a difficult
position.

Thank you.

It's my hope that we can
find time for each other now.

I know that there must
be many demands on you--

Will...

I will be returning
to the cloister in Montreal.

But we've only just
found each other.

I know.

I feel the same way.

Then why leave?

My reasons for confessing
to the murder

were not based solely
on protecting those

that I assumed to be innocent.

The truth is...

God has called me home.

Called you home?

I've been unwell
for some time.

And I haven't long.

You wondered why I hadn't
told you that I was in Toronto.

I didn't think that God
would give me the strength...

No.

To tell my brother
whom I love so deeply.

I hope that you will forgive me
for wanting to spend

my final days
in prayer and contemplation.

Can you forgive me?

Of course.

Come.

Pray with me.