All language subtitles for deadly_sins_1995_on_lookmovie2_in_1080p_high_definition

Thank you.

You okay?

Lights off, girls.

No more talking.

We resist progress here. No newspapers,
no television. Even electricity is used

sparingly. Have you been here long?

to Mother Bernadette about six years
ago.

And where were you before that?

I wasn't a nun. I was a wife.

I found my vocation after the death of
my husband to Mother Bernadette to me.

You must have loved him very much.

Only our Lord could replace him.

What do you think happened?

I mean, about Gwen. What do you think
happened to her?

Too alive to be shut up here.

We only meant to protect her. But the
house of God is not a sanctuary for

everyone.

Christina, lock your door.

I can't stop thinking about her.

I keep seeing her body.

And that sound.

Her neck just snapped.

It was horrible.

Yeah, it's real drag, all right.

I had high hopes for Gwen.

I never would have figured she'd have
the guts to off herself.

Where's everybody?

You're looking at them.

Nice -looking population.

Let me guess, sir, a new area deputy,
perhaps.

How'd you know that?

Good news travels fast.

Jack. Rita.

Your room's out back.

And your office is, uh, close by.

Thanks, Rita.

It was a damn fool.

Where's the ME?

What?

The medical examiner. He's supposed to
have examined the body before he moved

her. You must mean Doc. He's just on the
road.

Thanks, Amanda.

You're welcome. See you, Max.

Come on, Max. Just watch that wound,
okay?

You gotta be putting me on.

Welcome to the boonies. Who the hell are
you?

Jack Cage, new area deputy.

You're the... Hudwacker.

I'm Doc.

How you doing? Yeah, I figured.

Okay, so there's no corner. At least
there's a real doctor around here

somewhere, right? People do get sick.
Well, if they get sick, they go to the

Orcas or Seattle.

There's not gonna be a doctor working
out here. There's not enough money,

There's not a lot of crime, not a lot of
people.

We got cats and dogs. We got horses.

Pigs. Pigs is real big here.

I don't believe this.

They've already moved the body. They're
going to screw everything up. Don't

worry about it, Deputy. I examined the
girl already before they sullied the

scene of the crime.

Well, great. What'd you find?

She's dead.

Stone -cold dead. And I'd stake my
reputation on her.

Okay, I appreciate your enthusiasm, all
right? But this isn't the mainland.

There's not a lot of crime here.

There's not a lot of anything here.

Yeah, tell that to the dead girl.

So what about the autopsy? Are you the
coroner as well as the vet?

Don't you worry. I'll call them. They're
going to pick her up.

Don't worry about it.

It's going to be okay.

Hurry up. You mustn't be late for
Vespers.

Of course you won't, bitch.

Hey, Vespers. She tripped.

I didn't know Polly.

That's Christina.

I swore she just made eyes at me.

You Catholic?

What difference does it make what I am?

I'm not the one thinking of sleeping
with a nun.

I didn't say anything about... Hey, when
am I going to get the autopsy report?

Probably tomorrow.

Come on, let's go see the Mother
Superior.

Good morning, ma 'am.

This is Jack Gage. He's with the
Sheriff's Department.

Mother... Please.

Be seated, gentlemen.

I'll leave you two to work things out.

Would you care for some tea, sir?

Uh, just black coffee would be great.

Hey, Em, how's it going?

Oh, fine, thanks, Doc.

You got any pie?

Sure do.

Like most of our girls, Gwendolyn was an
orphan abandoned at birth.

She found it difficult to make friends.

And perhaps some of the other girls made
it even more difficult for her.

She was a sweet, normal young girl.

Well, she certainly didn't pick a normal
way to die.

Here you go.

Thanks, Em.

Our Lady of Lourdes pray for us.

Come in.

Come in, my child.

Sheriff, this is my secretary, Christina
Herrera.

Nice to meet you.

Christina also teaches history.

Well,

if there's nothing further... Someone
did call reporting a cross stolen.

A cross?

Well, that's odd. I've heard nothing
about it.

Well, if you do, I'd appreciate it if
you'd give me a call.

Thanks.

Oh, uh...

I'll call when I get the autopsy report.

We share the same bad habit.

Shouldn't you be in class?

Mother Bernadette gave me meditation.

I guess I've been a bad girl.

Do you want to walk me to class?

Don't you know the way?

You know, you really shouldn't be
smoking. You're just a kid.

Yeah?

Well, it doesn't look like it stunted
your growth any.

What's your name?

Beth.

Did you know Gwendolyn?

I knew everybody.

That's where Mother Bernadette's cross
was.

Gazebo's in the back.

And those are Mother Bernadette's
flowers.

I thought Mother Bernadette was dead.

Yeah. So was Elvis.

She'd use a new gardener.

Yeah,

Mother Bernadette's fan club prays all
the time, but the flowers just won't

grow.

Well, maybe they're praying the wrong
prayers.

Yeah, well, I gotta go. I'll be late for
night now.

Now,

which of you ladies wants to conjugate
the deponent verb in that epigram?

Come, come now. Is Polly the only one of
you who did her homework?

Hmm?

What will our visitor think of us?

All right, Polly. By all means, proceed.

Well, the deponent verb morior, I die,
is conjugated like an ordinary passive

verb without using the passive voice.

Hmm.

Examples, please.

Um, well, there's morians, dying.

Mortuous ass to be about to die. Very
nice, Polly.

Be seated.

And the Gerund.

Come

along,

ladies. Let's put on our thinking caps.

He probably had a hard hand.

So he's a horny old bastard. Everybody
knows it.

Isn't that right, Polly?

What are you doing?

You'll see.

Truce?

Look, I'm sorry.

Guess it kind of tripped you on purpose.

Yeah, I know.

Can I see it?

Ew, gross.

Does it hurt?

Marie, come look at this. This is really
gross.

And it really doesn't hurt.

Maybe a little.

Well, just be sure to use a pillow.

What do you mean?

When you kneel down.

It'll hurt like hell if you don't use a
pillow.

You mean in chapel?

No, silly.

I mean when you get down on your knees
and give Mr. Gray a blowjob.

What in heaven's name?

It's not my fault if she can't take a
joke.

How's it going out there, Doc?

It's killing, Rita.

Hail the conquering hero.

Rita, this is Jack.

Jack is our new sheriff.

Find out what he's drinking, will you?

Jack, this is the lovely Rita. We've
met.

He lives here, remember, Doc?

What can I get for you?

A menu and a Coke.

So, Doc, what do you recommend?

I recommend the wild turkey. The food
around here stinks.

Hey.

I'll have a burger.

It's a big mistake.

But I bet it's not the first mistake
you've made.

It's a lonely place around here, Jack.

Folks, and mostly fishermen, think to
themselves.

They don't like strangers.

Speak for yourself.

What about the convent?

How do folks feel about the nuns?

About how they feel about everything
else? They hate the nuns?

A couple of years ago, a big promoter
wanted to open up this ritzy tourist

hotel. Would have meant a lot of money
in everybody's pocket, a lot of jobs.

The nuns turned them down.

People around here don't forget stuff
like that.

What about this Mother Bernadette?

A bitch from hell.

A bitch from hell, Billy, absolutely
correct.

The one and only Mother Superior.

She ran the joint for about 30 years.

When did she die?

About five years ago.

But there are some people who say she's
still with us.

They cheer up.

It's not the last supper.

What are you doing here?

We keep this room locked. It's no
concern of yours.

It was open.

I'm sorry.

It was locked, Christina.

That room belongs to Mother Bernadette.

It is a sanctuary.

You mean it belonged to Mother
Bernadette.

She's always with us, Christina.

You'll learn that soon enough.

You scared me half to death.

I wouldn't screw around with me like
that.

I'm sorry, babe.

I just couldn't wait to get my hands on
you.

Just like these guys.

I can't say no.

I kind of spooked about Gwen.

Stop talking.

What was that?

So why does everybody hate the nuns?

Tell me. You're the altar boy.

Ex -altar boy.

I don't know. Too many secrets, I guess.

Did you know that Mother Bernadette was
dead for over a month before anyone

caught wind of it?

What, did they do bury her and not tell
anybody?

No, they turned up the air conditioning
in her room. They kind of kept her on

ice.

Weird.

Oh.

I'm winning.

I'm letting you.

See you tomorrow.

Hi, Donna.

How do you do?

So, Jack.

Hey, Jack.

Take a look at that.

Death by strangulation. I guess case
closed, huh? Not so fast.

The district coroner won't sign the
death certificate.

Why not?

He suspects foul play.

Really? Why?

Well, she was four months pregnant.

Yeah, but maybe that's the reason she
killed herself.

The body was mutilated.

What?

Somebody carved a cross in her stomach.

Marked her sin, so to speak.

Good Lord. Yeah, poor Kim.

Did she do it herself? I mean, living in
a convent with all the guilt? No. She

was already dead when they carved her
up.

Look, Doc, I want you to find out just
exactly how long she was dead before she

was cut.

Why don't you find out yourself,
Sherlock? See, I'm a vet, remember? And

remember anybody paying me to play
doctor.

So, if you'll excuse me, I've got to go
down the road. There's a retired movie

star with a nailing llama.

Put it on the bill.

Again? Yep.

Murder.

Do you really think it's possible?

Well, I don't know for sure, but she was
strangled to death.

She was four months pregnant, and
someone carved a cross on her stomach.

don't know if that was done by the
murderer or by some avenging angel.

I just don't know.

But I did expect some help from you.

I didn't know the girl well.

And I certainly don't know who might
have fathered her child.

Emily, will you please find Christina
and ask her to come in?

I don't interact much with the girls.
It's a shame, really.

I like children.

But my time is taken up with
administrative duties, staff problems,

But they love Emily.

And though she's not of the order, she's
warm and loving and a bit of a mother

to the girls.

Come in, Christina.

Mr. Gage, I believe you've met my
secretary.

Yes, I've had the pleasure. Hi.

I would like Christina to act as my
liaison with you and your investigation.

She will help you with any information
you request.

I'd like her to be present when you
interview the staff.

That's okay with me.

The file, please, Christina.

Mr. Gage, I came to the school six years
ago, shortly before Mother Bernadette

died.

You should know.

Several girls have run away since then.

How many is several?

Ten. You've got to be kidding me.

We've lost 11 if you count Gwendolyn.

Oh, I count Gwendolyn.

Has it ever occurred to you to report
this to somebody?

Maybe the sheriff's department?

They were runaways.

Almost of age with no family.

Do you recall me mentioning the other
day that someone had stolen a cross?

Mother Superior, if anyone else
disappears or hangs himself or carves a

someone's stomach, would you please let
me know?

Wait. Please wait.

Her name is Susie Carroll.

She disappeared last night.

I can't believe 11 girls disappear in
five years and nobody tells a soul. I'm

glad it bothers someone else besides me.

Is your boss always so tight -lipped?

She's just old school, you know.

Maybe I shouldn't even be talking to you
about this. I don't know if I can trust

you.

That's right, you don't.

Gwen was a sweet child, but sad.

Yeah? Why was she sad?

I don't know. She was kind of a loner.

I guess she had a lot on her mind.

What about Susie?

Oh, Susie was a pretty little thing, but
kind of skittish.

She just couldn't sit still.

When was the last time you saw her?

I don't know.

Maybe suppertime?

What about these other disappearances,
the runaways?

Why, we've had our share of those.

First there was Patty.

Then there was Lucy.

Oh, she was as good as gold.

She went for a walk down by the sea.

No one ever saw her again.

When did this happen?

About five years ago, just after Mother
Bernadette left us.

Emily, what do you think happened to
these girls?

I don't know.

When you're young, your problems seem so
big.

I guess it could make you want to run
away.

They were all good girls.

Thanks. Ready?

Thanks, Emily.

I must confess, I don't remember all
their names.

There was talk about one of the girls
eloping with the boy from town.

What can you tell me about Gwendolyn
Jones?

Oh, Gwendolyn was a model student. A
very bright girl.

She sang in the choir.

And Susie Carroll?

Very intelligent, high -strung.

I don't think she was ever very happy.

Do you think she was the type that might
run away?

It's quite possible.

Did you know that Gwen was pregnant?

Gwendolyn did not attend confession.

Is that unusual?

No.

The girls here were born Catholic, but
they're not all devout.

Father, what can you tell me about a
stolen cross?

I'm sorry, I... I don't understand.

A cross was...

Report is stolen from here, and now no
one seems to know anything about it.

has that got to do with the girl's
death?

Maybe nothing.

But it seems odd, doesn't it?

Yes.

Very odd.

Perhaps someone was crying out for help.

What do you mean?

Look around you.

This is a place of terrible secrets.

It was a man's voice that reported the
cross stolen, Father. It was not a

valuable cross.

Whoever took it did not do so for its
worth.

Thank you.

Good day.

Would anyone care to translate?

Polly, surely you know the answer.

No.

No, I don't know anything. Ask someone
else.

Polly, you disappoint me.

Elizabeth, you seem to have all the
answers.

Perhaps you'd like to give it a try.

Well?

There's no accounting for taste.

That's a rough translation.

That's a little too rough, Elizabeth.

I suggest you try again.

Too bad Gwen isn't here.

She'd know the answer.

Excuse me.

Come on, now.

You remember Gwen?

The pregnant girl?

The one you gave private lessons to?

How dare you talk to me like that?

You know what I mean.

So do they.

I suppose we all have our dirty little
secrets.

Don't we, Ben?

Perhaps you'd like to discuss it tonight
with your delivery boy.

Hmm?

Until then, I would kindly request that
you keep your mouth shut.

You must never say anything.

I'm sorry, Father Anthony, but the
church is very clear on this.

It is your secret duty.

I was her best friend.

She didn't have anybody else.

And sometimes I was so mean.

I was the only one she told about.

About what?

What did Gwen tell you, Marie?

I can't. I can't tell you.

Can I take over?

When you're ready, you come to me.

Did she tell you who the father was?

No. But the possibilities would appear
to be limited. I mean, there's not that

many men around here. Right.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Take a look at this.

What is it?

Could be the daddy. Could be Gwen's
killer.

You're the cop. You tell me.

I haven't seen Susie since yesterday's
class.

You live in the East Block, right? Yes.
Alone?

No, I take care of my mother. She's not
well.

Why?

What can you tell me about Gwendolyn
Jones?

Gwendolyn.

She was a conscientious student.

Quite bright, really.

Bit of a loner.

Any friends?

Boyfriends?

I'm sure I wouldn't know about her love
life.

I didn't know her very well. But you
tutored her.

Yes, but she never confided in me.

But you're right. I should have sensed
her anguish.

Maybe I could have helped her.

You see, I'm more adept at conjugating
verbs than at helping students with

personal problems.

Yeah.

Um, did you ever tutor or anything
besides Latin?

What exactly are you insinuating?

I'm not insinuating, Mr. Gray. I'm
investigating.

Thank you for your time.

Might as well check out the rest of the
staff.

No problem.

Gray, huh?

Something about him bothers me.

You know, he probably didn't do
anything.

I mean, rumors happen.

This place is a hotbed of sexual
repression.

So I've noticed.

How long you been a cop?

Here, 24 hours. Before that, eight years
at the Seattle PD and three years being

a sheriff.

Boy, you must have messed up really
good.

Why does everybody keep saying that?

Well, this isn't exactly a primo
assignment.

I figured you must have been a very
naughty boy.

Well, I guess the Sheriff's Department
can also be a hotbed of sexual

repression.

How long have you been a nun?

I'm not.

No? Yet.

I'm a novitiate. I don't take my vows
until next year.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

Gracious, you scared me to death.

You okay?

There's something following me.
Something white.

That was me. I saw you cutting across
and I followed you. You got no business

being out here all alone. None of you
do. No, it wasn't you. It was her.

Huh?

All right.

Shh.

Shh.

You're okay.

She touched me.

Who? Good.

Sweetheart, you need to calm down a
little bit. But you saved me.

Yeah, well, I think you're just a little
bit worked up.

You go right back to the dormitory. No,
no, not alone.

Just please, please walk me.

Turn me loose first.

Come on.

March, young lady.

And, darling, before you go to sleep
tonight... Yes?

I think about taking a cold shower.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

Since my last confession, I've committed
six venal sins.

And eight, no, nine mortal sins.

I've taken money from the school locker,
so I'll have enough to run away with.

Go on, my child.

And there's this boy I've been seeing.

Sometimes we meet in the forest.

In the cellar.

Sometimes in the gazebo.

Come on, guys. Susan

Margaret Carroll, DOB 71376.

Red hair, hazel eyes, 5 '5". No, no
family.

I gave you all this stuff yesterday.

I know it's not the only case you have,
but this is not the first girl to

disappear. Stuff's been going on for
five years.

Right.

Thank you.

Okay.

Yeah, I owe you, Phil.

What'd you get?

I really appreciate this, Rita.

Well, they say that...

Cleanliness is next to Godliness.

I think I feel a religious urge coming
on.

Look, I like you, and I like living
here.

And I don't want you to think I'm not
tempted.

I think I just got rejected.

No, I... It's definitely a brush -off.

No, it's not that. It's just... If we do
this, sooner or later, I'm just gonna

screw things up, and you're gonna want
me to move out, and then what?

Sounds like you've been down this road
before.

I'm not good with relationships.

They say I have trouble with commitment.

Who says?

My ex -wife.

What did you expect?

And my commanding officer.

And the department shrink.

Sister Mary Thomas.

I need to cool off.

Do you want a beer?

No, milk's fine.

Alcohol makes me horny.

Whatever.

Sister, me Thomas would be proud.

Beth, are you here?

Come on, Beth. Quit kidding around.

Is that you, Beth?

Beth?

Beth?

Jesus!

It doesn't bother me any.

I don't mean here. I mean the whole
place.

First Gwen, now Susie's gone.

So what? Gwen offed herself and Susie
split.

Quit worrying about it.

Are you going to protect me?

Yeah, sure. Why not?

You're safe with me.

Yeah, this is Gage.

Hi, Chad.

It's Christina.

Are you there?

Hello, sister.

I'm not a sister yet.

Oh. I have something to show you. Can
you come to my classroom?

All right. I'll be right down.

So what's this, a matinee?

No, it's a history lesson.

That's what I teach.

God's house was built on a winery.

This used to be an abbey, and they made
wine here, and some of the old cellars

still exist.

In 1935, Pino Angeli bought the abbey
and turned it into a vineyard.

He was the town's big employer for over
30 years, until he died of syphilis.

Yeah. Then he swapped 600 acres of
vineyards in exchange for salvation.

So we have three buildings built on top
of each other.

So there's a tunnel that connects all
the buildings.

We can take a look around those later if
you want.

Have you done the background checks on
the staff?

Some. Mostly been trying to get leads on
the runaways. How's that going? It

isn't. It's like they never existed.

Well, I've been doing a little snooping.

I'm sure you already heard about Mother
Superior.

Yeah, she killed her husband. Big
scandal. No charges were ever filed.

and then there's Father Anthony.

Top of his class at Harvard Divinity. A
scholar at Georgetown. So what the hell

is he doing here?

Exactly. Excuse me. It's okay. So he
wanted a working assignment, and now he

wants a transfer.

And then there's Emily.

A good cook. Great cook.

She told us her little girl died, but
what she didn't say... is that she was a

novice herself until she got pregnant.

The child was stillborn, and then the
Mother Superior took her back to do

penance. Wait a second.

How do you know all this?

From the Mother Superior's secretary,
remember?

And aren't you the one that asked me to
pull their files?

Yeah, but I mean, where'd you get all
the floor plans and the slideshow

upstairs? Tucked away in the convent
library.

Now, I did hit a dead end with the
headmaster.

He left his last teaching post eight
years ago. Why, I don't know.

Maybe he was teaching something other
than Latin to one of his students.

It's not in the file.

No, but it was in the arrest record.

He's got a record?

Not exactly. This guy named, are you
ready, Mark Anthony.

Mark Anthony?

Was arrested in Webster, Illinois. Now
that's the home for the Pangborn School

of Girls.

Anyway, the charges were dropped.

So you think it was Gray that got Glenn
pregnant?

Well... Well, Eric, that delivery boy or
the priest that left anybody out?

Only Doc.

Oh, come on. Look, Jack, he spends a lot
of time here, too.

That doesn't really prove anything.

That's true, but I'm just speculating.
Look, let me help you on this.

I think if we work together and pool our
information, we could solve this case

in no time.

So you won't play detective?

Yeah, I've read a couple of mystery
stories.

Yeah, were they the kind of mysteries
where the good guy catches the bad guy

gets the girl?

No.

It's where the good girl catches the bad
guy.

Are you Catholic?

Used to be.

Oh, I see.

A recovering Catholic.

What kind of nun are you?

Not the kind I used to be.

See you.

I'm getting out of here.

You can't, Beth.

Mother Superior said to stay in the
dorm.

It's safe in here.

Why should we stay here and get killed
off one by one? We know Susie didn't run

away. That's a crook.

She's right.

Whoever's doing this is here inside this
place, and I don't want to be locked up

with a maniac.

Quiet now, girls. There's nothing to
worry about.

I'm sure the sheriff will find Susie.
She was probably just frightened or

by Gwen's death.

God, what a weenie.

Letting a little thing like murder upset
her.

That's enough, Elizabeth.

Gwen's death was a terrible accident,
that's all.

Everything will be all right.

I promise you.

I'll try to get some rest.

It bests at you.

In the gazebo, she reached out to me.

It's all over, my child.

It's all over.

Who did you see, Beth?

Mother Bernadette.

And now it's her.

It's so strange.

Friday will be five years to the day of
Mother Bernadette's death.

And I... And what?

The gazebo.

It was her favorite place. She would sit
there for hours, even at night.

The dead don't rise.

And you know what I mean.

Keep everybody inside tonight.

Beth, does anyone around here know about
you and Eric?

Mr. Gray.

Besides screwing his students, I think
he likes to watch.

I don't know about this.

That's the shed. Yeah, okay, good.

There's something bothering me. I've got
to check it out. All right.

Damn, it's locked.

Oh, that's a shame. Let's go. Hold it.

I'll bust it, Lucy.

After you.

There they are. They're with the
shovels.

Okay, can we go now, please?

It's got to be the headmaster.

You're probably right.

Beth said she saw her. Beth's a pretty
cool customer. But we don't have a court

order. We can't just dig up someone's
grave. It's against the law.

Don't you answer to a higher power.

Okay, then we should at least check with
the Mother Superior.

I did.

Oh, good.

She said no.

Great.

Looks like somebody's been here before.

Well, I guess bet saw something after
all, huh?

At least we know it wasn't a ghost.

You're up early.

You have trouble sleeping?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I've got a second murder on my hands.

And I think you killed Gwen.

What? Yeah.

I think you got her pregnant, and then I
think you killed her, maybe to keep her

quiet, maybe to protect your mother. And
I can understand that. No, that's not

true. I didn't kill her. What I can
understand is why you'd carve a cross

her stomach after you killed her.

I didn't kill her.

I liked Gwen.

You know, as much as you liked Allison
Dodd.

Who?

Come on.

You remember Allison.

She was your favorite student at
Pangborn Academy.

She was 13 years old.

How did you find out?

I talked to your colleagues at Pangborn.
I checked the arrest record.

A rapist named Mark Anthony kind of
stands out, don't you think?

Let me ask you something else, Gray.

How'd you like watching Beth and Eric
screwing it? No, stop it. I didn't.

were you last night? I was at home with
my mother. She is 83.

She is very ill.

Almost blind.

She'll be a tough alibi to substantiate,
huh?

Don't even think about going anywhere.

I want you where I can see you.

If you try to run...

I'll arrest you for statutory rape and
murder.

Count on it.

I need to talk to you.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

Father, please.

Father.

Not now.

I have nothing left to give.

Morning, Padre.

You going somewhere?

My transfer came through.

I'm leaving.

I can't let you do that. Not until I
finish my investigation.

But surely you don't think I'm guilty.

Everybody around here is guilty of
something.

So everybody stays put.

No exceptions, I'm sorry.

Judge Hennessey.

Yeah, Jack Gage. Listen, I need a verbal
search warrant right away.

No, sir, I need it right now.

I need it right now. I'm on the
premises.

I haven't touched a thing, sir.

No, Your Honor.

Right.

Thank you very much, sir.

Thanks.

Yeah, Christina, it's me.

Jack. Look, it was Gray.

I just saw a tape that he made. There's
four people on it. Two of them are

already dead.

Come on, boys.

It's Charles Gray.

Something serious, huh?

Yeah.

Hi. Hi.

Hey. Hi.

Hi, Doc. How's it going? Oh, well.

How many has he had?

Six doubles.

What are you doing here?

I'm fine, thank you. And how are you?
Oh, sorry.

You want a Shirley Temple or something?

I usually make it a double.

What? I took a vow of celibacy, not
sobriety.

Please pour my friend another drink and
one for yourself.

What are we celebrating?

Well, Headmaster blew his hand off.

Case closed.

Yeah, I'm one hell of a cop.

Oh, Jack, it's not your fault.

Come on, let's go. I could use a ride
home.

Listen, I gotta drive up there and give
the girls some tranks to get a little

wiry with all this dying.

Do you want me to drive you up?

No, it's okay, Doc.

I think Sheriff Jack could use a little
bit of fresh air.

Come on.

Billy.

Would you like to be sheriff?

You kidding?

Everyone was so mean to Glenn.

Girls can be cruel.

Sometimes we have to be cruel to be
kind.

I've been so scared, Emmy.

Do you think it's really over now?

Yes, child.

It's over.

I think I'll go light a candle for her.

And the headmaster.

There's a good girl.

I can't do this.

Oh, God.

I was doing so good.

Staying off the sauce, staying away from
women, and now look, I'm kissing a nun.

I can't do this. You can't do this.

Jack, I have a confession to make. Oh,
you're telling me.

Uh, I'm not really a nun.

Yeah, but that's just technicality.

No, I mean, I'm not really a nun.

What are you?

I'm a private investigator hired by the
church.

Since when?

For the past three months.

I started two runaways ago.

The archdiocese was very concerned.

Well, why didn't somebody tell the
sheriff?

Oh, they did tell the sheriff.

But he didn't care.

I mean, he hated the nuns just as much
as everyone else did.

Why'd you lie to me?

Because, Jack, there was a killer on
the...

The less people who knew who I was, the
better.

Wait a second. Are you saying I was a
suspect?

Can we talk about this later?

Well, yeah, but no.

Father Anthony?

Father Anthony?

Wow, Doc's still here.

He must be handing out Ativan like it
was candy.

Let's go talk to Mother Superior.

You going to find her?

The archdiocese sent you. This is an
outrage.

I must call the bishop immediately.

Mother Superior, we don't have time for
this.

Marie is missing.

Has she run away?

Marie would not run away. She's not the
type.

She's afraid of her own shadow.

Well, maybe that's just the reason she
did run. She's scared to death.

Well, if the headmaster was a killer,
she had nothing to be afraid of, right?

He was a killer, all right.

Don't worry, Beth. We'll find him. Yeah,
right. Just like you found Susie?

Look at this.

This doesn't change anything, Jack.

Greg killed this little girl just like
he killed all the others, and he's a

killer.

You and a horse doctor can tell you
that.

I hope you're right, Doc.

But there's something... I've got to
talk to Father Anthony right away.

Maybe Beth was right.

The wages of sin aren't death.

Only the innocents are killed.

Do you mean because I'm still here?

No.

But Beth was a straight -A student.

So?

So all the girls that disappeared were
good girls.

They were good students.

They weren't the type to just run away.

And what about Gwen?

Well, Gwen didn't go to confession.

And the only way to be sure who the good
girls were would be to listen in on

their confessions.

That's it.

Someone was listening.

Father Anthony would never allow that.

Yeah, but maybe he didn't know.

It's the fifth anniversary of Mother
Bernadette's death.

They're having a commemorative service
for the old Pat.

There he is. Hey, Padre, wait up.

You knew about it all along, didn't you?

I'm sorry.

I cannot help you.

What is heard in confession is a sacred
trust.

What about what's overheard in
confession?

I don't understand.

Maybe the killer was listening in.

That's not possible. I would never
permit it. You wouldn't know it.

Think about it, Father.

You said Gwen never went to confession,
right?

No, she didn't.

And Susie?

Susie, poor child.

Yes, she was very devout. And the other
girls, the runaways?

I believe almost all of them attended
confession regularly. They were all good

girls, all innocents, except Gwen.

I'm sure even Gwen was innocent in the
eyes of God.

Yeah Padre, but not in the eyes of the
killer.

You all right?

Who did this to you?

I didn't see.

Who else knows about these tunnels?

I don't think anyone does.

I'm going to need a knife or something.

I'll be right back.

You're not going to leave me here.

Just for a second. I promise I'll be
right back.

Jack, come back here, you son of a
bitch.

We've got to move.

What's going on?

Shh.

Come on. I've got to cover.

You've been a good girl.

Leave me.

Good girl.

Bobby, you're hurt.

Let's just get out of here.

Ow. Sorry.

You know, the one thing I don't get, the
only thing I don't get is who killed

Gwen. You think Emmy made a mistake?

Gwen killed herself.

Emily carved her a bastard.

You were right. She marked it for a sin.

Damn.

What?

I never got a recipe for blueberry pie.

You're a sick man, Doc.

Yeah.

Twelve girl apostles.

I guess that makes them a feminist, huh?

Why'd you kill Eric?

I don't think she liked the idea of you
two getting it on in Mother Bee's

precious gazebo.

Yeah.

Fully spun.

Major Lee Guago.

This cop stuff's what you do all alone,
huh?

Catching bad guys.

Yep.

That's what I do.

Long hours.