All language subtitles for Sometimes.The.Good.Kill.2017.720p.TUBI.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.X264-GQ

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

How are you?
- Good!

- Ah, see anything you like?

- No.

- What was that?

- I just found her
when I was watering the plants!

No, no, no!

Not Mother Superior!

- Oh my...

- She's been here for hours.

It must have
happened in the night.

- I was just going
up to see her.

Has someone been
using this scaffolding?

- Oona's been climbing
to the roof.

We caught her sleepwalking,
climbing the scaffolding.

- The scaffolding's a deathtrap!
She needs to stay off it!

- There's other ways to get up.

She keeps finding them!

- She's up there
every chance she gets.

She says it brings her
closer to God.

I'm gonna
get Conor to dismantle this.

We don't need
another death here.

We need to get her inside.
Nobody needs to see this.

This is unbelievable!

- Hey, hey! It's OK!

- Mother Superior!

- Oona! Let her be!
- Stop! Oona, stop!

- Let her be.
Let her be.

- Shhh...

- You think she... she
felt anything?

- She didn't feel a thing.
- No.

- She didn't feel a thing.

- Mother Superior's
gone to God now.

OK.

- The Reverend Mother
should have known

to stay away from here.

I'm surprised that we haven't
had more accidents.

- The abbey is beautiful,

but there's structural
problems all over.

Anything I have in my life
is due to her and the order.

Whatever I can do to help...

- We know, Mr. Kinsella.
- We need to deal with this.

- Nora, I think this should
stay within these walls.

- What about the police?

- What about
Mother Superior's family?

- We're her family.

- We'll have an election,

and the new Mother Superior
can decide what to do.

- I think you're right.

I worry that news of this will
bring in the city inspectors.

Now, I've got some pull,

but they'd shut you down until
you had money for the repairs.

- We're scraping by,
month by month.

- It's amazing she kept us open
with our money problems.

- I'm afraid this is proof

that things are much worse
than she let us know.

- I'll spread the word.

We keep this to ourselves

until we elect
a new Mother Superior.

We therefore
commit her body to the ground,

earth to earth, ashes to ashes
and dust to dust...

in sure and certain hope

of the resurrection to
eternal life through the Lord.

Amen.

Amen.

- It's been so long
since one of us passed.

I forgot about the cake.
- Mmm.

- You OK, Oona?

- Reverend Mother
spent her whole life

preparing to meet with God.

I think earlier, when I...

- You're... You're
in shock. It's OK.

- I felt terrible.
I was being selfish.

- No! No! It's a normal
reaction, Oona.

- I've had 2 pieces
of cake to make up for it.

- I've gotta wash before prayer.

- You think she'll find
another way up on the roof?

- Well, she won't stop.

And everyone's gonna be busy

freaking out
about our next Superior.

- They're not gonna freak out.

- You haven't been
here for an election.

This is the only time

a nun can voice her opinion
about the leadership.

- Happy day, sisters.

- Happy day.

Doesn't sound so happy over
at your table, though, Joy.

- Some of the sisters
are too quickly done

celebrating Mother
Superior's passing.

So I'm going to
take my cake upstairs

and think about all the good
things she did for us.

- She's the clear choice.

- Yeah, but some
of the sisters feel

that we don't see enough of Joy.

I mean, she's often
absent from...

- Yeah, because she doesn't
wanna get involved in the drama.

- True, but we can put
down any name we want.

And democracy allows any idiot
to vote for the wrong candidate.

- Hmm!
- It'll get ugly...

guaranteed.

- Whoever is the new
Mother Superior,

she can't have
her head in the sand.

- Oh, when you joined up,

nuns thought the
most important thing

was to be jailed in protest.

- I'm not that old.

And, anyway, we're supposed
to engage with life.

- And what happens
when we do that?

The only women joining our order
are those fleeing their country!

- Oh, grateful to be
in your thoughts, Jean.

- I heard you joined
to avoid marriage.

- And what were you
avoiding, Sister Talia?

- The old ways have passed.
We have to change.

- No! We cannot
let them pass!

And that's why I won't
vote for Joy or Cypriana!

- It's that
stick-in-the-mud attitude

that's behind
our dwindling donations.

Vote smart, sisters.
We need a big change.

- Does she mean her?

- Nah, she turned it down.
It's between Joy or Cypriana.

- You don't think Jean thinks
she's in the running, do you?

- Oh, come on! She's holding out
to be the first female pope.

- Yes, Jean probably
thinks the others

should bow out and acclaim her.

The younger sisters will vote
for Joy because she's so warm.

- She's like a mother.
- Yeah.

- And the older nuns
would vote for Cypriana

because they think she'll
keep this place afloat

and they'll have someplace
to stay in old age.

- Times are changing.
- Yeah.

- You can't blame them for

worrying about what's
going to happen.

Which explains why we're seeing

a lot more of Kinsella
around here.

- Reverend Mother
was protecting us.

- If there's no money,
we'll be forced to leave!

Sister Cypriana!

Are you trying
to sway votes, Oona?

- No.

- Our next Mother Superior
is to be...

Sister Joy.

- Deus gratias!

Deus gratias!

- Deus gratias!

Deus gratias.

- Mmm!

Deus gratias.

- Sister Talia,

Mother Superior
wants to see you.

- Just me?

I'm done
listening to promises.

The abbey and
all these buildings

are wasted on a handful of you

because someone in Rome
was fond of the late Superior!

You either balance your books

or just admit that
you need my guidance.

I promise you it'll be
the end of this independence

and the waste
of these facilities,

because I will move you downtown
where I can keep an eye on you,

and we can finally put
these buildings to good use.

- Cardinal Antonio.

Reverend Mother.

- Come in.

That will be all.
Thank you, Cypriana.

- I'm so glad it's you.

- Well, it might
not be for very long

if the Cardinal gets his way.

OK.

This is going to take
a little getting used to.

Could you help me
with this plant?

- Sure!

- There we go!

Cypriana doesn't want me
to change anything.

But this place would fall apart

if she has a reason to
stop running it so well.

So, I am going to try
to keep her happy.

Could you come with me?
- Yeah.

- Is this about
the All Saints' Feast?

- I wish it was.

- Reverend Mother.

- Sister Mai.

- Am I in trouble?

- We're all in trouble.

The election was very close.

There was all kinds
of dealmaking going on,

sisters trading
promises for votes.

- Wow!

- And it was clear that it was
going to be decided by one vote.

- That was true?

- It was true.
It was Sister Mary.

And Mary kept flip-flopping
between Cypriana and I,

so everybody was focused on her,

trying to win her vote
for their side.

She chose me in the end.

Sister Mary may have
paid with her life.

This wasn't an accident, Talia.

- Now, nobody else
knows about this,

but they will very soon,

and we need to make sure
this does not go public.

- But why?

- Our donations are drying up.

The Cardinal wants to take over,

and I fear this could
be the final straw.

- Why would the Cardinal
possibly object

to having the police come
and take care of this?

- You don't understand what
a struggle our independence is!

The Cardinal wants
to turn back the clock,

which would make us
servants to priests

who, frankly,
do far less than we do.

I have not dedicated
my life to the order

to have it tossed
aside so simply.

- But why me? Why... why
are you showing me this?

- I need this solved
by somebody with your skills.

- Solved?

- You should have this.

No, I'm not...
I'm not taking that.

Why do I need that?

- For your protection.
Somebody is killing people here.

- Can you please open the door?

- I need your help.

- For what?
I am not a detective!

- You have a history.

- That was not my choice!

- You understand
how people kill.

You understand how,
and you understand why.

There you are.

I need your help.
We all do.

- I've been here for 15 years,
and you still see me like that?

- You came here looking to hide,

looking for mercy.

- There was more than that.

- You barely knew who you were.

You needed shelter
and to recover.

- I was 20 in a war.

You don't know what that's like.

- You're absolutely right.
I don't.

- Imagine having to kill
just to survive.

I felt like an animal.
I don't wanna feel that again.

I can't believe you're
asking me to do this.

- I'm not asking you to
undo what you've become.

- I can't even look at Mary
and Mother Superior's bodies,

and you're asking me
to go deeper,

to go closer to that?

- Just look for me.
I'm desperate!

Now, I can talk to the sisters.

Maybe I can scare them into
telling me what they've seen

or maybe even done,

but I can only ask questions.

- Well, that's all I can do!
- No!

You'll see different things!
You'll feel things.

Everybody here has lived such
a sheltered life, including me.

This is why you're
so good at the drop-in.

You know life.
You know people.

- Yeah, and I know how to kill.

- You're the only person here

who can really tell
who killed Mary.

You do this for me,

I will deal with
everything else.

- But you gave me a gun.

- For your protection.

- This won't change you.
You will still be you.

- How can you be so sure?

- I have faith.

Your order helped you, Talia.

Now it's your turn
to help your order.

None of us expects to be
happy doing our obedience.

It is a sacrifice!

Your order needs your sacrifice.

- So, if Mary swayed the vote

and Cypriana came in 2nd
in the election,

that would mean
she's our main suspect.

- However, Cypriana complains
about everything all the time.

- And does nothing about it.

- The last thing she'd want
is trouble for the order.

It just represents more
messes for her to clean up.

- Yeah.

- I bet it's somebody
who supports her

but hates that I was chosen.

Or it could be
somebody hiding something.

- Hmm, that could be...

- Anybody, yes.

- Have you come
to stare or eat, Talia?

Thank you.

- Why don't you sit here
so you can spy up close?

- What did you hear,
Sister Talia?

- What did I hear about what?

- Mary. Faith heard
she fell from the roof.

- I didn't hear that.
- Hmm!

- Would they tell us
if it was true,

if she hanged herself?

- Why are you so interested?

- I... I liked
Sister Mary.

- I liked her too.
- No, you didn't.

- You didn't either, Oona.
- 'Cause she hated me.

- She didn't hate you.

She was reserved,
as we all should be.

I liked her fine.

I just wonder
why Mai's so curious.

- We're all curious. We're all
hearing different stories.

- Well, I just
would hate to think

Sister Mary hanged herself.

- Oh, you just want us to think
you don't know Mary drowned.

- I... No, I don't!
I didn't know...

- Just leave the girl alone!

- Oh, she's not a girl,

and I'm not buying
this meek act.

- How could she drown?

You don't think
that I'm pretending?

- No, Mai.

- If you're going
to stay here, Mai,

you're going to have to stop
these disgusting displays

of hysteria.

- Enough!

You wouldn't be so hard on Mai

if she wore this outdated habit
you love and wasn't Chinese.

You pulled the same thing
with me when I got here, Jean.

- To me, you're all
God's creatures.

- Oh, yes, with
you near the top,

and Mai and I
somewhere down below,

near the lambs,
ready for slaughter, right?

- You forget yourself, Faith.

You forget the respect you owe
me as your elder and superior!

- I can play by the rules
with the best of them, Jean,

but I refuse to lie
about what's in my heart!

See you at confession!

- Only God can judge.

- God and Mean Jean, apparently.

- "Mean Jean!"

- "Mean Jean..."

- I'm sorry.
Sorry, Sister Nora.

- You're gonna miss Jean
when the convent's sold

and we're all scattered
across God's green acre.

- They're selling the convent?

- The last Mother Superior
was terrible with money.

And the new one, well,
you all voted for her.

- Were we supposed
to vote for you?

- Don't be silly.

But your votes could
cost us a great way of life.

The second sex
is put first here,

and it allowed me
to avoid marriage

and how I pursued medicine.

I worry about the
choices of young nuns

if this order falls apart.

- Well, they don't need to join
the sisterhood for choice,

that's for sure.

- Well, then why am I joining?

I didn't join
to avoid a marriage!

- Of course not.

- Did you join because
you killed someone?

- No, don't!
- Oh, why would you say that?

- She doesn't mean it, Mai.

- It's Jean
stirring the pot. Mai!

- Did she kill
Reverend Mother too?

- Oona, you can't let go of Jean
putting thoughts in your head!

You can't!- OK!

- You're going to
hurt Mai's feelings.

Nobody has killed anyone.
God works in mysterious ways.

- God, or the devil!

- Oh! Great!
I was looking for that.

- I found it by the scaffolding.

- Where Mother Superior...
- Yeah.

On the rock, I found
a bunch of scratches on it,

like someone was
trying to pry it free.

- Well, what are you saying?
I don't know how it got there.

You believe me, right?

Anyone could've grabbed it
from the greenhouse.

- Yeah, of... of course. Yeah.

- Why would I do that
to Mother Superior?

- You wouldn't!
I... I know. I'm sorry.

I don't know why anyone would
do that to Mother Superior.

- She was harmless. It's like
she wasn't even there.

- Hmm.

- Is Oona on the roof?

- Not yet, but I'm sure
she'll figure out a way

to get up there.

- And hopefully,
she'll be awake.

- Do you think she did it?
- Stole my shovel? Or...

- Pushed the rock
on Reverend Mother.

- Maybe she borrowed my shovel

to do something
stupid, accidentally.

But that girl
couldn't kill a bug!

- Mm-hmm.

- She's pure to the
point of simplicity.

- Then who do you think did it?

What?

- I... I feel terrible
about Mother Superior.

- OK, what?

- OK, if they're not accidents,
then we have a mystery!

- Oh my God, you're terrible!

- Well, nothing happens here!

As far as I'm concerned,

the real test
of nunhood is boredom.

And other nuns, mainly Jean.

Does this mean I'm a bad person?

- Then that makes
me a bad person.

So, what do you think happened?

- From what I hear,

there was nothing natural
about Mary's death.

- Wow!

- Sorry, sisters.

- No need, Conor.
You have to work.

- Oh, Sister Jean would...

- Bite your head off

for tempting us
with your muscley arms?

- Yeah.

- Oh, I wouldn't
say no. Thanks.

- You're welcome.
Well, I won't bite you.

- Oh, OK. Thank you.

- You're welcome. Sorry.

So, you're working late.

- You know what
they say: Idle hands...

- Hmm...

- I saw this large trap

underneath all that old,
rusted equipment in there.

I wanna open it up.
It seems like a dumping ground.

I should go clear it out.

- Don't get cut up
by any of that stuff.

- I won't.

- Getting late, sisters!
- Oh!

- Good night, Conor.
- Good night.

- I didn't think
you'd be such a prude!

- I'm not a prude!

I deal with... I deal with
prostitutes and homeless.

I'm just...
I'm just surprised.

- I am just
breathing the boy in,

just like smoke, like flowers.

- Mmm, yeah.

- It's life. It's what I do
with it that's important.

- Yeah, well, maybe you
just like playing with fire

more than I do.

- Maybe.

I am going to go wash up.
I will see you upstairs.

- OK.

- Stop!

Call me.

Call me and bid me
to come to you.

Is someone there?

- It's just me, Oona.

Hi!- Hey!

- Did you take
your bath this week?

I know you were
scheduled before Mary,

so I just wanted to make sure
that you got a chance

now that it's available.

- I had it.
I'm the fastest one.

I don't soak.
Soaking is indulgent.

- Um, did you see Mary?

- I told her I was done.
I'm... I'm the fastest one here.

- Why'd you tell her that?

- Because she's old
and she might need more time.

15 minutes is all I need.

I don't know what people
do in there for an hour.

It can't be good.

- Was she acting weird at all?

Like, did she
have a radio with her?

- Radios are forbidden.

- OK, well, glad you got
a chance to take your fast bath.

Good night.

- Sorry.

- May I come in?

- Yeah.

- Mother Superior wanted
me to check on you

before the last bell.

She wanted me to see
how you were adjusting.

I know you were concerned
with how Mary died.

Is that still plaguing you?

- No, I just...
Well, I was worried.

I hear strange sounds at night.

- Well, it's the vents
in these old stone buildings.

I mean, Oona hears angels
when the wind blows.

- No, it's not angels.

It's very bad things.

- Well, one of the sisters
engages in mortification.

I find it old-fashioned,
but some prefer the old ways.

I know it can sound scary.

I mean, it's no more scary

than these awful soaps
they make us use.

- I miss nice soaps.

- And daily baths.

- I haven't had mine this week.

- Was that because of Mary?

- Oh! No, no. Mother Superior
told me I had to wait.

She said it was
because the power was out

in the bathing room,

but now I know she was
just protecting me.

Did I do something wrong?
Am I sup...

- No. No, you didn't
do anything wrong.

But you can fit in
a bath now if you hurry.

- OK. Thank you.

- Come in.
Sit down.

Mother Superior had her
very own system of filing,

and I'm afraid the bank
isn't going to like it.

I... I can only imagine

that she was waiting
for some sort of miracle.

And with our donations
slowing down to a trickle,

it means some serious
changes around here.

- Will we have to leave?

- Not if I can help it.

So, tell me,
what have you found out?

- How did you know to tell Mai
about not taking a bath?

I'm sorry, I...
I'm just...

- No, no, it's fine.

You need to ask
me questions too.

Cypriana told me that
the wing had lost power.

- The radio must've
blown the breakers.

- When Mary was
electrocuted, I assume so.

- And did Cypriana
find the body?

- She was dealing with the power

the way Cypriana deals with
everything in the abbey,

and that's how I found out.

She was the only person
to know about it, for an hour.

And she's not exactly
the best at keeping secrets.

- Hmm!

- However, it's far too late to
bother Cypriana with this now.

And you need to be in your room.

- Yeah.

- Let me know when you have
something substantial.

Deus gratias!

Someone was up past curfew!

- I was 15 minutes late, Jean.

- Heard you come in.
You weren't exactly quiet!

- Not if you hold
a glass to the wall.

Deus gratias!

- Oh! Hello, Cardinal Antonio.

- It's good to... Yes.

Yes, one moment. I'll check.

- Can we please stop using
that, Sister Cypriana?

- I'm sorry. I forget.
Cardinal Antonio.

- I need to speak
to the Cardinal,

but I've sent Sister Mai down
to help you with the program.

- OK, I'll come back later.

- Shall I take notes
on the call?

- That won't be necessary.

Thank you, Sister Cypriana.

- That isn't gonna be good.

- Why do you say that?

Hello, Cardinal!

- I mean, this must
be really hard for you

with the turn
of Mother Superiors.

- You have no idea!

It took several years
to get it all working so well,

and I have to eat while
I work up here most days.

Oh! Uh, the baby formula for the
homeless mothers is in the van.

- Oh, great!

- But the bills, the
contractors, the food, supplies.

- It's like you're running
a small town here.

- Yes! The Superiors don't
deal with the day-to-day.

They're a figurehead.

But if I want to
make something happen,

I still have to get
them to sign off on it.

- Hmm.

- I practically had to chase
the last Mother Superior

up onto the roof to get her
to sign off on repairs.

I told her it was unsafe.

- You went up
to the scaffolding?

- Yes! You don't see Nora
or her up there, do you?

And no one else cares.

- I know. She should've
listened to you.

- Why you wouldn't
want the woman

who knows how everything
runs and works to take over...

- Yeah, I mean, it's obvious.

- I was groomed
for the position!

But the sisters
don't understand,

and so they vote
for someone they like.

And the young sisters,
they squander their vote.

- They just don't realize.

- But it's not forever.

Sometimes, it becomes obvious
what's supposed to happen.

- Well, let's hope so.

I mean, we need somebody
who understands this place.

You dealt with Mary.
You found her?

- The power went out,
so it was me,

which is ironic.

- Well, why do you say that?

- Well, we all know
it was Mary's vote.

It's obvious.

She's the only reason I'm
not in that office right now.

So, for me to find her,
very suspicious to some.

But if those sisters
spent less time gossiping

about their imaginary
revenge theories

and more working,

I wouldn't have
been the one to find her.

I worry she did it
out of guilt. Poor woman.

- You think she killed herself?

- Maybe she realized
what she did with her vote.

- But how did she get the radio?

- Oh, it's kept
in the supply cupboard

inside Nora's infirmary.

I... I don't lock it.

- Hmm.
- Now, dear.

I have an empire to run.
You'll have to excuse me.

- Yeah.

Hi, guys!

Hi! Hi!

Hi!

Oh, you're gonna
like this work, Mai.

- I'm... I'm...
- You're nervous, I know.

Everyone is the first time
they work with the homeless.

But the most important thing
that you need to remember

is ask them how their
day is going and smile.

OK.

- Let me see your smile!

Good! Just make it
a little bit bigger.

Yes! There you go!

Everyone just needs to
feel like they can connect

and that they're
being cared for.

It's easy, right?
- I guess.

- Yeah. Yeah, you're...
you're gonna be great.

The doors are gonna
open in a few minutes

as soon as the bell rings.

- What... what is that?

- That's a foundling wheel.

It's a baby drop box.

- People drop off babies?

- Yeah.

When the convent
had an orphanage,

they would drop
off unwanted children.

They'd slide the child
through, ring the bell

and alert the sisters.

- Oh, that's awful!
Who would do that?

- Unmarried women.
Women struggling.

Yeah, but we don't
have that anymore,

so you don't have to worry.

- Are you OK?
Is this overwhelming you?

Is it Mean Jean?

Yeah.

You can't take
her too seriously.

- She hates me.

- She believes that
being hard on the new nuns

will help them figure out
if they have what it takes

before they make
a lifelong commitment.

- I try to thank God

for all the ways Sister Jean
keeps me on track.

- When I came here, I was...

I was in terrible shape.
I was in pieces, really.

And the sisters
pushed us really hard.

- I find it hard.

- Yeah, we all did.

- No, but with Sister Mary!

Someone, one of us here,
might be a killer!

- Do you know anything about it?

- No! Why would
you ask me that?

Sister Nora always
says I'm being sensitive

about Oona and Jean asking me,

but I think maybe she's
just trying to protect me.

- I wasn't accusing
you of anything.

I was just asking
if you saw something.

- No!

- Well, we have
people here to help.

So let's busy
ourselves with that, OK?

Hey, Dawn!

I forgot the formula.

Can you grab 2 boxes
off the shelf, Mai?

- Who's that?
- That's Sister Mai.

She's gonna help you
while I grab more formula.

- So, um, I need...

What are you doing?

You can't just grab those!
Those are for everyone!

Back off! Get out of here!

- Hey, hey!
Stop, stop!

There's nothing
worth fighting over.

Let's all take a breath.

Eddie, how many
socks do you need?

- Forget the damn socks!

- I didn't know
which one to take,

and then he started
grabbing at everything!

- Don't worry. It can take a
while to figure everything out.

That's really weird. I don't
know what got into Eddie.

Normally, he's pretty calm.

But it's OK.

I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have left you.

Lord, hear my prayer to you
in these times of trouble.

Let your lamp light my way

so I can see what it is
that you want me to see.

I love my sisters,
but one of them is troubled.

Please help me
find out who it is

so I can help all of us.

Let me see the drives
of Cypriana and what they are.

Let me see Oona's weaknesses
and if she truly is innocent.

Let me understand Mai's meekness

and her outbursts.

Let me make sense of Nora

and if she's torn
from her calling.

And Faith.

Help me trust my friend
and help her if she has strayed.

Let me know if Jean is truly
who she claims herself to be.

Lord, thank you
for your blessings.

Thank you for your help
and your healing.

Amen.

- Look who's coming your way.

- I heard there were some
problems at the drop-in.

- Nothing out of the ordinary.

- I'm finished.

- OK.

- I don't have a lot of time.

And I'm sure you know
the younger sisters

that you came through
with quite well,

but are there
any of the older sisters

that I can shed some light on?

I know them more than you do.

- You wanna do this
here, right now?

- They're not
gonna hear anything.

- Well, Cypriana's
high on my list.

- She's all talk and no action
beyond her clerical duties.

She's always
threatened to leave,

but in the entire
time I've known her,

she's done nothing
except passively complain.

- Hmm. Jean?

- No, as you
call her, Mean Jean.

She's a lot more
sensitive than you think.

She was very fragile
when she first started here.

And quite frankly, I think
she's built up this spiky Armour

because of how
easily she's hurt.

- OK. Well, what
about Nora?

- Nora always wanted
to run the drop-in.

- Yeah, but I thought
she gave that up.

- No, the last Mother Superior

was critical of
the way she ran it.

She was critical
of most things Nora did.

She even doubted
her medical skills.

And Nora has never
been a fan of yours.

- But she's always
so pleasant to me.

She likes me.
It's Jean who hates me.

- Jean respects you,

as much as Jean
can respect anybody.

And the fact that
you think Nora likes you

is just proof that
Nora is a great nun.

She argued against admitting
you to this order, vehemently.

And it was Jean who
argued on your behalf.

- How come I never
see you with Nora?

Do you guys have
a history together?

- The elder sisters thought
we spent too much time together,

so they stepped in
and separated us,

the way we used to do.

- Hmm.

- I'm gonna take
my food upstairs.

You come find me
if there's anything else.

- You're developing quite
the special friendship

with the Mother Superior.

Hmm! Oh, she collects them.

First, it was Nora,
then Kinsella.

Oh, and that created problems!

And the sisters had to
separate all three of them. Ah!

And now there's you.

Oh, when I joined the order,

they didn't let sisters
talk alone in pairs.

- Then why are you
sitting here, Jean?

- I am worried about you.

- I'm fine. I just...
I have a lot on my mind.

- Ah! You are
admirably oblivious

to what's going on here.

Different camps have
formed since the election,

and one of them is
growing in its unhappiness.

- So, who apart from you
is part of this group?

- Just about everyone, dear.

- All right, well, if
you're not gonna tell me who,

I'm just gonna write this off
as more of your meddling.

- People are saying the
order is being led astray,

led down a dark path,

and that these deaths
are just the beginning.

- You or people?

You're saying these
aren't accidents?

- Mmm.

- Right. Well,
how do you know?

Yeah, tha... that's
what I thought.

What you want,
more than anything,

is for people to think
that you know more than them.

- I know that it
is going to get worse.

And it is all happening

because we are being led
by our very own Nun of Monza!

Oh!

You don't know who
that is, do you, my dear?

Ignorance is the plight

of those who judge more than
listen to their superiors.

- Did you guys find
any gold in there?

- No, just some mouse droppings.

I don't know why anyone
would put this stuff here.

- It's gotta be
someone's dirty secret.

- Bye, Conor.
- See ya!

- That boy just lifts my spirit!

You're acting strange.

- Just... Everything's
getting to me.

It's everything
everyone's saying.

- Is your scar
hurting you again?

I know it's so much
more than just the scar.

And you can tell me.

I...

- Is it the deaths?

- It just... it just
takes me back.

- Anytime that you want to
talk about any of it,

I can listen.

- As my confessor?

- No, as your friend.

What have I told you?

- Oh, uh, no, I was just...

- You're supposed
to be here to work!

- Yep.

- Go! Put on your shirt!

Time to stop gabbing, sisters!

- That was 'cause of me, right?

- Well, it's not just me
who's acting strange.

This is affecting everyone.

- I hope I do better today.

- You will.

- What happened?

- Oh!

- What happened? Please?

- You two were always with him.

- You were hitting
him last night!

- To make him stop
prancing around half-naked

in front of you both!

- We have a killer in our midst!

- What did you two see?

- Same thing as Jean.

- Where was Mai?
Did you see her?

- I was in my room, praying!

- Enough!

- We didn't have
problems till Mai got here!

Sister Jean!

- Why are you blaming me?

- You beat a homeless
man yesterday!

- No, no.
She... she didn't!

- He was stealing!

- Do you see? Violence!

- Stop! Stop!

With all the problems
this order is facing,

the last thing
we need to be doing

is lashing out at each other!

I'm closing the
convent to the public.

No phone calls,
no deliveries, no police.

Do I make myself clear?

Sister Mai, wipe your tears
and go back to your cell.

Sister Jean,
my office, immediately.

Sisters Nora and Talia,

please take this poor young
man's body to the infirmary.

The rest of you,
back to your cells!

You are on silent curfew
until the morning!

- I'll get the gurney.

- Um...

Oh my God!

- No. No.

A demon killed the dirty boy.

- Oona, you know
that's not true.

- Then why were
you looking for it?

You sense something,
like me. You... you...

At night, you hear
them whispering at us.

It's OK, come on.

Let's go up to your cell.
Let's go. Come on. Come on.

- He knows what you've done!

- We can put him
in here for now.

OK.

- He was a beautiful boy.

Is this reminding
you of something?

Is that why you
can't look at him?

- I just don't want to
see how he was crushed.

Is that so strange?

- You know, the biggest
spiritual test of sisterhood

is living in close quarters with
the same women your whole life.

I'm surprised these
are our first murders.

- Do you think it's because
of the election disputes?

- When there's enough panic
and doubt about your future

and a vacuum in leadership,

problems arise.

Talia, I'm not the only one

that feels that they'd be
the best Mother Superior here.

But there are other
ways to influence,

and I prefer
a hands-off approach.

You know what they say:

"Uneasy lies the head
that wears the crown."

Shall we?

- Yeah.

I think you're
making a mistake.

- Wait, you're leaving?

- I'm trying to get her to stay.

- No! I'm done!
I'm leaving!

- But you've come so far!
- That's what I'm saying.

- No, I've had enough!
Sister Jean...

- Is providing you with an
opportunity to practice virtue.

- She's accusing me of murder!
- She's not!

It won't look good,
your leaving, Mai.

- I don't care!

Sister Nora say I'm right.

People are dying here!
I don't want to be next!

- Your original order
might not be so lenient.

Now, I can write
a sympathetic letter,

but you could be asked to
leave the nunhood altogether.

- But I'll be alive.

I don't know why any
of you are staying here!

- Can we let her go?

- Do you think it's her?

- Well, I know she's not
as delicate as she seems,

and the murders didn't
start till she got here.

So why are we letting her leave?

- I can't keep her here
against her will.

And if she is responsible,
then we'd be lucky to lose her.

So you don't think it's her.

What do you know?

- Well, I know it's not
the younger sisters.

They're too focused
on doing well.

- No, it's the senior sisters
we need to worry about.

- Well, Nora, she has the means
and she has her hands in things

that she's not letting on to.

Jean... Jean
has venom to spare

and she was screaming
at Conor endlessly

and she seems to love it
when we're descended in chaos.

Oona has been acting
stranger than normal

and she's been up on the
roof and the scaffolding.

She could easily have planted
a rock on Mother Superior.

And Cypriana wants
to run the convent.

She has delusions around it.
She found Mary's body.

But that's not saying much,

because everyone
has secrets here.

- What about Faith? Why aren't
you saying anything about her?

- Well, Faith spent
a lot of time with Conor,

and I found her shovel
by the scaffolding.

And the shovel
could have been used

to pry the rock free that
landed on Mother Superior.

- So, Faith could...

- No, whoever's doing
this is really clever.

The shovel points to Faith

because they want it
to point to Faith.

- So, we still have nothing.

Have you embraced this, Talia?
Are you holding anything back?

- I... No!
- Because people are dying!

And I am praying that
you can help us solve this.

- Lover's quarrel?

- I could say the
same thing about you two,

except you're always whispering
and pointing at people.

- We keep each other's counsel.

I was just saying to Nora
how the guilty always flee.

That's why our Monza let her go.

- OK, what is
this Monza business?

- It wouldn't look good if
there was a plague of murders

in her first year
as Mother Superior,

by someone that she
had let into the order.

They'd send our Monza to
somewhere cold for that.

- Do I have to beg in
order for you to tell me?

- Oh, my dear!

If you don't know the history

of the very calling that you
have devoted your life to,

well, it would simply
be uncharitable of me

to shortcut your
journey to knowledge.

We remember so much better
the things we work for.

- Hey.

What are you doing?

- Jean and Nora were asking me

why I let Conor
clean this thing out,

and I just...
I just feel like...

- Pissing them off?

- I'm so tired
of the two of them

telling everyone what to do.

I can't believe that I was...
I was talking to him last night.

What is happening here?

- Did you clean everything
under the truck?

- Yeah. His blood
was everywhere.

It was... it was awful.

- Everything? You didn't
think to leave it?

- For who? We're not
going to the police.

What, you were
supposed to check it out?

- I was going to.

- Why do I feel like you are
suspecting me of something,

and you won't say it?

- It's just evidence.
That's all.

- Everything in this entire
abbey is evidence, Talia.

Everyone here is evidence.

You don't think
that I know that?

Conor died under that truck!

I... I don't see how cleaning
up the poor boy's blood

is any more suspicious than
half of what is going on here!

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Conor knew how to use a jack.
He knew where to place it.

It doesn't make any sense.

- He knew how to do everything.

Can you please just say it?

You think that he was killed.

Why won't you just say it?

Well, do you think
that I killed him?

- I wouldn't be here alone
with you if I thought you did.

- Jean and Nora were asking

if I was with you
the entire time yesterday.

- Are you asking me where I was?

- What does the Mother
Superior have you doing?

- It's nothing I can tell you.

- And you've never kept
secrets from me before.

- I'm not trying to
keep secrets from you.

- You always just made excuses
to come out here and see Conor.

- I came out to see
you, my friend!

You really think
that I killed Conor?

I was with you every time!

- Have you ever thought

that maybe whatever the
Mother Superior has you doing

is to set you up?

- For what?

You think I like
thinking this way?

If you knew everything
that was in my past...

- Don't be so sure
that I don't, Talia.

You were in shock
when you came here.

You would talk in your sleep.

You would scream
at night, and...

That's why I've been asking
you to just talk to me about it!

- She wants me to use that to...

- To find the killer?

- Thinking like this is the
last thing that I wanna do.

You think I... I have any idea
what this person is thinking?

I was in war!

I'm not... I'm not
a serial killer!

- OK.

So, she didn't send you
out here to check on me?

I'm sorry.

- Yeah, me too.

- Let's see
what's in this thing.

Oh, wow!

- You've gotta be kidding me!

Talia!

It's OK.

What's down here?

- What is that?

- It's another door. Awesome!

It's locked. What the
heck could be down here?

- A tunnel, maybe?

- Or it could just
be a sewer. Come on.

- Yeah, but then
why would you lock it?

- And go to all the
trouble of covering it up?

- This place just gets
weirder and weirder.

How much you wanna bet Cypriana
has the key in her office?

- Psst!

- There's no keys in the desk.

What are you looking at?

- Oona's file.

Looks like she was dropped
off by the foundling wheel.

- Yeah. I didn't know.

She must have been one of the
last babies we got that way.

- No known family.

- You won't find
anything in this.

I thought we were
looking for keys.

- Yeah, but since we're here...

- But what? You're
looking for what?

- Ah! Something like this!

- Condos? Someone wants to
turn this place into condos?

- Well, this qualifies
as suspicious!

- Who would wanna do this?

- "Kinsella Constructions."

Looks like he has other reasons
to take care of this place.

- Then why is he
letting it fall apart?

- So that he can
buy it out from under us.

- I told you he
wasn't squeaky clean.

- I never said he was,
but I thought he cared!

- Do you think Cypriana
is behind this?

- It's the last Mother
Superior's name on it,

so who knows?

- OK, let's go.

I am starting to think

we can't trust anything
anyone says around here.

- That's the first true
thing I've heard all week!

OK.

Up past last bell?

What have you been up to, pet?

- Nothing to worry about.

- Hmm. You still don't
know who the Monza is.

- All right, tell me now
or I'm just gonna think

it's one of your
imaginary gossip stories.

- The Nun of Monza was a
17th-century Italian nun.

- From Monza?
What do I care?

- Don't be impertinent!

She gave birth to 2 children
while still in her order,

and she is also known for
having killed one or 2 nuns

to cover it up!

- You think Mother
Superior is your Monza

and she has children?

- One. Care to guess who?
- Do I know her?

- She's a challenging
girl to be proud of.

Oona?

- Mm-hmm.

Oh, seems strange for our
Mother Superior to have secrets!

Oh, but I forbid
myself to judge.

- But killing someone?
Mother Superior?

- Well, if you have a secret
as dark as that to cover up...

- So, you're saying
that she killed Mary

because she found out
about Oona?

- Oh! I'm not inclined
to those soapy deductions.

- Because you feel guilty.

- Guilty? Me?

What on earth for?

- Because my money's on you,

that you're the
one who told Mary.

- I make it my business

to ferret out the
secrets of this convent

for the good of all.

And now I want yours,
as your senior.

You were cavorting with Conor
on the day that he was killed,

and now you're creeping
around after curfew!

- I could say the
same thing about you!

You beat Conor
the day he was killed!

Is that because he
discovered your tunnels?

- Wha... The tunnel was
flooded years ago,

and we've closed it up!

Oh, I keep everyone
in their place,

and you know that.

Oh, but you, you're working
for your special friend,

doing her dirty work for her!

Perhaps you're the killer!

- You wouldn't be standing here
if you believed that.

- Maybe I'm not scared of you.

- Maybe you should be.

- You told me all I need,

like a good girl.

Monza...

- We were stupid to think
we could deal with this.

I have little faith
in the police,

but they might
have done something.

- You don't know that.
We couldn't have known.

- My nephew is dead.

How am I gonna tell his mother?

- I'll call Ruth if you want.

- You think she wants to hear
from you, after everything?

- Go and lay this
sweet boy to rest.

He did good.

He's in a good place,
I promise you.

- Connor was always
very helpful, Mr. Kinsella.

Everyone liked him.

- He'll be in our
prayers, as will you.

- How do we keep
this from the police?

- You care for your family.
I'll deal with all of this.

- I hope I haven't added
to the weight on you.

You're doing a good thing,

for all of us.

- That man's care for the abbey
and the women in it

knows no bounds.

- He could have other reasons
to care for us so much.

- How can you say that?

- I heard about his plans
to turn this place into a condo.

- A partial conversion.

It was a proposal, nothing more,

and another example
of Joseph trying to help us

to hang on to some of our lands!

Why are you...
Don't waste your time with this!

Let's go outside where the
sound doesn't travel so much.

- Because of the escape tunnels?

- We closed them up years ago.

The senior sisters used to
use them to try to spy on us.

We put a stop to it. Why is it
that you're talking about this?

- Because don't you
think that matters?

Plans for a condo,
secret tunnels...

- No, don't! Stop dithering with
these things and take actions!

- Take action?

- Three people have died!

I'm committed to
helping this flock!

- Yeah, but it doesn't mean...

- I am begging you to help us!
Do whatever it takes!

- What does that mean?

- OK.

Talia, I thought that we
could handle this on our own.

The church has ways.

There are hospitals where
the mentally ill can stay.

- Well, that's perfect.
- No, it's not perfect!

This has gone too far.
It's too late for that.

We need a decisive solution.

- To kill them?

- That takes courage.

You're the only
person who can do it.

- I am not that person.

- Do you want more of us to die?

- No, I can't. I won't. I came
here to do good, to do penance.

- You will receive absolution.
- Who can give me that?

- I can, which comes
directly from God!

Just like my vows to this flock,

also directly from God.

You know this to be true.

Remember your vows
of obedience, Talia,

and protect us.

You're the only
one who can do it!

- Have you repented?

- For what?

- You have the ear of the queen.

You'd be the one I'd kill
next if I was the murderer.

Don't go to your death
with a sullied soul,

Sister, I beg of you.

- Hey!

- What if they
poisoned the food?

- Oh, that...
- Mmm.

- Oona, they... they
didn't poison the food.

It's OK. You can eat it.
- Mm-mmm.

- No, it's all...
it's all right.

Can I ask you a question?

- Mmm?

- Who were your parents?

- You must never
ask a sister that.

Ah! That girl is dead,

just like the girl
you once were.

But if you'll listen,

walls will tell you everything.

- If you tell me yours,
I will tell you mine.

Come on, just...
just tell me.

- They said my mother was a nun.

- Do you know who?

- A naughty nun.

My father must have been a devil
to... to have sex with a nun.

But you have to
tell me who you were.

Tell me.

Sister Talia, tell me.

Tell me who you were.

Sister Talia!

Tell me who you were!

Silence!

- Tell me!

- Stop these obscene outbursts!

And for all our
sakes, tidy yourself.

One among us is lost.

Return to your cells and
search your souls and pray!

Truth is the road to salvation.

We will have a full
confession in an hour.

- This is what happens

when the strictures of
the convent are loosened.

First, the habit
becomes optional.

- Clothes don't turn
people into murderers, Jean.

- We weren't allowed
to speak to each other.

- Well, that has its appeals.

- And now they let in drunks,
whores and the insane.

Oh, apparently, anyone
can be saved now.

- Yeah, even bitter old gossips.

But I can't do that!

What do I need to do
to be purified?

- Oona, is someone
in there with you?

Deal with her.

- It's just me.
I'm sorry.

- Can you open up?

I'll be right back.

I'm sorry.

I was just talking to my voices.

- Can you talk to them now?

- Yeah, I just...
I just whisper.

Uh...

Angels!

Angels...

I'm here.

- And they answer you?

- Almost always.

- Oh, you're so lucky.
What do they say?

- They tell me what to do.

- They tell you what to do?

Ah! I see you!

Someone's behind those vents!

Conor's tunnel must
lead down there!

Someone's getting to Oona,
whispering to her!

- What, telling her
to murder people?

- You open the trap.
- I'll get it.

- OK. And find something
to break that lock.

All right.
- OK.

- Here, grab this.
- OK.

- Careful!
- OK.

- This has to lead to the Abbey.

- Here, take the hammer.

- Thanks. Here,
hold this, hold this.

- Here!

- Take care of Oona.
- OK.

- Hey, stop!

Stop!

- Wrong Mother Superior! Wrong!

- No! Oona!

- Oona, stop!
That's your mother!

She's the
wrong Mother Superior!

- Oona calm down!
Calm down.

- Ah!

- Voices told me that
I had... I had to do it.

Confession fixes everything.

- What have you done, dear?

- I couldn't do it.

- What did the voices
tell you to do, Oona?

- They told me that
when I was sleeping,

I had to go
up to the scaffolding,

and to take her there.

- The last Mother Superior?

- But I didn't do it.

But the voices got angry

and they told me
I... I had to do it.

They made me go up
the sca... the scaffolding.

And... and I saw Mother
Superior down below.

But I wouldn't.

She told me I had to do it.

- Who told you?
- A nun.

She had her habit low,

and I couldn't see
her face in the dark,

but she was so bossy!

She took one
of those big rocks...

off the wall...

and she pushed it onto her!

And she told me
it was all my fault.

She told me that confession
wasn't enough for what I'd done,

and that I'd have to
keep it a secret forever.

- Was it Jean?
Did Sister Jean tell you this?

- I don't know.
I don't know.

It was dark.
She was so angry at me.

- Did you do anything
in here, in this room?

- The voices told me to...

to bring the radio
to Mary as a surprise,

because they said she'd
like to hear some music.

- OK, we need to
take you to the infirmary.

And I need to take care of this.

- I'll get myself there.
You go. Go!

- I've been running all over
the place. I can't find Oona.

- I found her.

- Time to confess, sisters.

What are you doing?

- You been whispering to Oona,

getting her to kill for you?

- I've done no such thing!
- What are you doing?

- I found our killer!
- You're the killer!

- You've been lurking
in those tunnels!

- The tunnels are sealed!

- Ah! You're
choking me!

- Where's your knife,
Jean? I know it's you!

- Talia, we don't know for sure!

It could be
any of them! Stop!

- All the senior sisters
know about the tunnels!

- Ah!

- Go to my room. There's
a gun under my mattress.

Meet me in the infirmary!

- Oh!

- Where's Oona?

- Trying to get closer
to God for forgiveness.

I pointed out the roof of
the tower was the highest place.

- Is the Reverend Mother dead?

- I finished off what her
idiot daughter couldn't do.

You shouldn't have left her!

Why are you doing this?

Is this because
she won the election?

- No. I just needed
the chaos of the election

to bring this place down.

The hypocrisy of Mother Superior

covering up the sins of
her beloved Sister Joy,

the snivelling
self-interest of Mary,

the flirting of a handyman

that couldn't stop putting
his nose where it didn't belong!

And then, all I had to do
was tell Jean about Joy.

Knew she'd fan those flames,

you'd all eat it up like the
little dirty gossipers you are!

- I couldn't find the gun!

- It's a big building. Pretty
stupid to leave it in your cell.

You're perfect
bedfellows, aren't you?

The whore and the assassin,
working for the Mother Superior

with the illegitimate daughter

from the man who was
supposed to be mine.

- Kinsella?

- Was mine, till she got
her fangs into him.

I could have left with him.

I could have had everything!

- You planned to turn
this place into condos?

- It'd be a fast and dirty sale,
and then life on the outside,

not stuck in here
in this nuthouse!

- What makes you think
that he would want you now?

You... you killed
the mother of his child.

- With a girl like Oona,
with her brain,

God's been telling Joseph
he doesn't approve.

- You could repent.

- No, I don't want to repent!

I want what life
refused to give me.

- You can come back from
anything. I was saved.

- You weren't saved!
Check your heart.

You're the same!
- You don't have to do this.

- You're the same sinner
who showed up years ago!

- Was she talking about me?

Wake up, Mommy.

Wake up. Wake up!

Wake up.

She was my real mother.

That's what she meant.

- She did.

- But why didn't she tell me?

- I'm gonna tell
you all about that.

What are
we going to do now?

What are we going
to do about this?

- We have to go to the police.

- I have to go.

- No. It doesn't
have to mean that.

- I'll just make things worse.

I can't stay here.
I don't belong here.

- How did you know
how to do that?

You used to do things
like that, before?

- Very easily.

But I tried so hard to change.

- Talia, it doesn't mean that
you aren't who you are today.

- No, I've done things.

I did things that
were so much worse.

- OK, well, you will confess.
You will confess and repent.

Nothing...

Nothing can forgive
the sins dark as mine.

- You did what
needed to be done,

then and now.

- I'm so good at it.

I use the hands I
kill with to pray with.

- No, you're a good soul.

I can tell.

Sometimes, the good must kill.

God needs his soldiers too.

I will take care of this.

You two, go and clean up.

- Thank you.

- For what, dear?

- For saying that.

And for testing my faith every
single day while I was here.

- We all have our gifts.

Oh!

- Talia! I thought we could
go for a walk before prayers.

- Don't worry about her.

She's going to do good.