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THIS FILM IS BASED ON TRUE EVENTS

THAT OCCURRED IN OUR TIME
IN A TOWN IN CENTRAL EUROPE

KILLER NUN

I can't forgive him, Father.

I can't.

Sister... sister.

I can't forgive him.

Forgiveness is the first duty
of the righteous.

I can't, Father.

But he has long been dead, Sister.
Pray for him.

Allow his soul to enter paradise.

But I still hate him!

The mere thought
of killing is sublime.

It titillates my mind.
I can't wait to do it.

No, Sister! That's enough.

You have lost the grace of God.

Abandon your deranged mind's whims
and let the Lord heal you!

Pray for His guidance,
for I can't absolve you.

- Let us praise Jesus Christ, our Lord.
- Praise the Lord.

- Good morning, Sister.
- Good morning, Sister Gertrude!

Good morning.

Good morning to you all,
and let us forsake laziness,

for the Lord doesn't welcome it.

Let us praise the name
of Jesus Christ, our Lord.

- Never!
- Alphonse!

One of these days,
the Devil will come for you.

- Good morning, Sister.
- Leave him alone.

- Praise the Lord.
- Never!

- Good morning. Good morning.
- Morning, Sister!

How are you today?

Will you stop wearing sweatpants?

Please send me Florence, Sister.

So you can talk naughty to her?

These two legs are soft.

But the third one is still hard!

Bichette!

You're nothing but two filthy old men.

Let's see if going a week
without fruit will teach you something.

François! Alphonse!
Hector!

Be at the infirmary by 8.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

Wake up.

Good morning.

Come on, don't be afraid.

That's it.

- Eliane.
- Yes, Sister?

Take Marie to the bathroom.

Of course.

Sister?

Sister Gertrude?

- What is it?
- I'll have breakfast in my room.

You know we need
Dr Poirret's permission.

Send him here, then.

Everything is ready, Sister.

This place is full of senile nitwits.

That includes
our distinguished doctor.

Keep still.

There we are.
You see, I'm not hurting you.

For now, Doctor.

What an embarrassment, François.

You fought a dozen wars,
and yet stitches still scare you.

- Sister.
- Yes, Dr Poirret.

- Thread and scalpel, please.
- A scalpel?

What are you going to do
with a scalpel?

Don't you worry,
it'll just be a tiny incision.

No, sir. I know the military code
like the back of my hand.

You can't operate without
the Ministry of War's authorization.

Sister Gertrude?

Sister Gertrude.

What are you waiting for?

What's wrong with you today?

You know what's wrong, Doctor.

Oh, come on.
For a little breakdown...

It's cancer, Doctor.
Cancer.

I'd better ask Sister Mathieu
to substitute for me.

You're quite the good-looking nun,
you know?

Stop it, Pierre.
You're embarrassing me.

- The same nonsense over and over.
- It's the truth.

Keep it up and I'll have to stop coming.

There.

Why even take the veil?
With beautiful breasts like yours.

Those rags cover them.

Stop it, or I'll call the nurse.

- Sister Mathieu.
- Yes, Sister Gertrude?

Help Dr Poirret, will you?

I'm not feeling well today.
You understand, right?

Of course, Sister.
Don't worry.

Sister Gertrude is evil.

Shut it.
You don't understand.

Sister Gertrude!

What are you doing?
Are you insane?

You could have killer her.

If Antoinette is still alive,
it's certainly not thanks to you.

I've known you ten years
and you've always been reliable.

What's the matter?
Have you lost confidence in yourself?

I am not well, Doctor.

I gave you a checkup last week.
You're in perfectly good health.

That's not true.

- You know I'm ill.
- Is that so?

What are your symptoms, Sister?

Headaches, Doctor.
I suffer from dreadful migraines.

What else?

I have no control over the things I do.
I can't help it.

My vision gets clouded.

I need more morphine.

That's out of the question.

Then allow me to be hospitalized.

You've already gone through surgery,
and the tumor was removed.

You're just deluding yourself.

You know that's not true.

Suffering from such anxiety
after surgery is normal.

And you can't lie to a nun.

You're no specialist!

Forcing a sick woman to suffer
is downright inhumane.

I'll have to report you
to the Mother Superior.

Do whatever you think is best.

What are you doing here?

Come on, take them
back to their room.

- Come, Josephine.
- Why were you arguing?

Now, now, Sister Gertrude.

Those medical records
speak for themselves.

You're in great health.

There is no reason
to hospitalize you.

But I'm responsible for those patients.
And despite the surgery, I still...

Thanks to the goodness of our Lord,
your surgery was a success.

But in this state,
even my faith is wavering.

They're nothing
but a few sinful thoughts.

The scans tell us you're cancer-free.

- Don't be hysterical.
- But I'm suffering, Mother.

I can't take it anymore.

The life of a nun, Sister,

entails suffering.

No, Mother!
You're forcing me to suffer.

Shit.

"The saint refused
to renounce her faith,

"so they took hold of her
and bound her to a table

"to continue the torture."

O Lord,
protect all our missionaries.

"They extracted her teeth
from her mouth

"and poured boiling oil
onto the bleeding..."

"...onto the bleeding gums.

"In a furious frenzy,
one of the torturers seared her tongue

"with a red-hot branding iron.

"Lord have mercy.
And so the torturers..."

"They pierced her cheeks
with jagged needles

"and then with red-hot pins
they pierced her holy lips.

"But as her soul wouldn't leave her body,

"they cut one of her breasts off."

Josephine!

I've told you already
how unhygienic it is!

You can't take out your teeth
at the dinner table!

You should be ashamed of yourself!

- No, Sister Gertrude!
- I ought to destroy it!

I'll destroy it once and for all!

I'll destroy
this disgusting piece of garbage!

I'll destroy it!

No! Sister. Please, stop!

No, Sister Gertrude!

Sister Gertrude, why...

No.

What have I done, Josephine?
What have I done?

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it.

- Sister. What's wrong?
- I'm sorry. Please forgive me.

Josephine.

Sister Mathieu!
Sister Gertrude is not feeling well.

Sister Mathieu!

Answer me, don't make me feel guilty.
I'll buy you a new one.

Go away!

- No, Sister, calm down!
- Go away! Leave me alone!

- What's she doing?
- Quiet.

Please, wake up!

Mathieu.

- What is it?
- I'm sick.

- They hate me.
- Who?

They all do.
The patients, the staff... Everyone.

They'd all like to see me dead.

Maybe even you.

What are you saying?
I would never think that.

They hate me.

They refuse to believe I'm sick.

Dr Poirret said it's hysteria,

and Mother Superior
is more than happy to see me suffer.

I set your X-ray scans on fire.
Now they'll stop saying it's hysteria.

They'll have to believe you now.
And they'll treat you.

You're out of your mind, Mathieu.

No, I love you.

I love you, Gertrude.

Hello.
It's Sister Mathieu.

It's Dr Poirret.

Josephine is not well.

It's her heart.

Dr Poirret wants to see you.

Yes, Doctor.
She's coming now.

What on earth happened?

This evening, Sister Gertrude...

Josephine behaved very badly.
I was forced to reproach her.

Don't you know
she has a heart condition?

Prepare a dose of cardiotonic.

Come on, Sister Gertrude.
I need it right away!

One.

Two.

Three... Four.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine. Ten.

- Her soul is among the angels now.
- We could have saved her.

If you'd shown
a little more respect for her age.

Eliane, go inform the chaplain.

What are you doing?

Go back to bed.

- Did she have any family?
- A son who lives in Africa.

Close your eyes.
God will still listen.

Sister Gertrude.

Don't pay any attention to Dr Poirret.

She was so sick
that it could have happened any...

I know.

Pray now.

Oh, my God.
My God.

I didn't mean to do it.
I didn't...

- Poirret knows I'm sick.
- Gertrude.

Why won't he help me?

- We're waiting for you at the chapel.
- I can't pray for Josephine.

There's no more left.

Dr Poirret says
you've taken too many lately.

He says this can't go on.

Then, we'll have to buy it.

And how? We've got no money.

Wait.

I would have given this to you,

on the day
we left the hospital together,

so that I could see a specialist.

It belonged to my mother.

She gave it to me
the day I took the veil.

Such an unusual present for a nun.

What can I bring you, ma'am?

That's right...
I do look like a lady today.

- I think I'll start with a man.
- I beg your pardon, ma'am?

- A cognac.
- That I can bring you.

No.

He has that typical Italian look.

This Nordic-looking one
is much more like it.

But he's already taken.
No luck with him.

This one is not bad at all.

Won't you steal a glance at me?

- No, I’m afraid he won't.
- Your cognac, ma'am.

Ma'am?

- How much is it?
- Thirty francs.

Thank you, ma'am.

Sister Gertrude is dying
to spend a night with you.

We're like
one big family here, Sister.

And your disagreements with Dr Poirret
are upsetting us all,

not to mention arguing
before a terminal patient...

It's already been reported
to my superiors.

It's only by them
that I'm held accountable.

Still, it caused a scandal...

I understand how delicate
the situation is, Director.

But there is no scandal.

And I'm no longer authorized

to exclusively address
Dr Poirret's specific requests.

- Sister, I don't understand.
- You know you do.

Dr Poirret is a shell
of his former self.

I no longer have the hold
over my ward that I used to have.

We've had many a serious accident
as of late,

and Dr Poirret can no longer be trusted
to make appropriate diagnoses.

Yes, unfortunately I know.

But Dr Poirret has been with us
for over 30 years.

That is a long time.
Too long, in fact.

You're asking me to make
a very serious decision.

I'm sorry.

In a few months,
he'll open his own clinic.

Poor patients...

We can't afford to wait that long.

What will it be, Director?

Very well.

I'll talk to him.
Happy now?

Yes.

What made me do
such a terrible thing?

I merely wanted him to be punished.

Why won't he believe I'm sick?

Lord, I'm not worthy.

Penetrate my body...
Penetrate it.

My Lord...

I already feel
your forgiveness inside me.

Sister Gertrude.

What's wrong?
Calm down.

They cut away the evil.

My dear,
the Lord has spared you.

What's wrong?
Can I help you?

- What do you want?
- I'm here now.

Sister!

No!

Jannot has just killed himself!

Jannot killed himself!

Go away, everyone!

The sight of death
won't spare you from fearing it!

Go to church.

Go there and pray!

Poor Jannot.

They're leaving.

Don't worry, they'll never find out.

Find out what?
It was an accident.

I found this in the laundry bag.

I had to keep it,
lest they'd find it.

- What is it?
- It's yours.

It has your initials.
I'll just burn it.

It's mine?

It's mine.

And that blood?

Oh, my God.

- Nobody will find out.
- My God.

- My head.
- Calm down, please.

- Gertrude, please.
- My head!

- Gertrude, please!
- Leave me alone! Don't touch me!

Lift it.

Sister Gertrude.

Sister.

Yes, Dr Poirret?

The director wants to see me.
Do you know what it's about?

No.

But don't worry.
I won't tell him about your problems.

In spite of everything,

you're still the best ward manager
I've ever worked with.

Thank you, Doctor.

I can't even fathom it.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Come on, everyone knows about them.

I get it... Sister Mathieu
and Sister Gertrude.

- Unlike you, I'm a social anarchist!
- You're an idiot.

- You hurt me!
- You know the General.

We ran out of food and I'm hungry.

Ellen, a true lady only has appetite,
she's never hungry.

Those flowers are just exquisite.

- Wait, who's that handsome young man?
- Must be a new patient.

Yeah, right.
He's in better shape than us all.

Will you help me out?
This place is full of holes.

I'm Dr Patrick Roland.
Shall we shake hands?

Of course, Doctor.
It's an honor to meet you.

- That new doctor is quite handsome.
- Nothing that would concern me.

- But he's a looker!
- That's enough!

How about some lemon tea?

- That won't fill you up.
- Trust me, it's so elegant.

- Good morning.
- Morning. Drop the formalities.

Just address me as Baroness.

See, Doctor,
my real problem is debts.

- But at least we're in good health!
- Yeah, we're on holiday.

- Doctor, I have 11 children.
- I doubt that's a medical condition.

Whereas I suffer from diarrhea.

Why are you laughing?
I'm being serious!

It even weakens one's sex drive.

I've got it, too.
It's because of that disgusting soup.

- What do you say?
- It's like a barracks.

Gentlemen!

The doctor is off duty.

Especially when it comes
to all your imaginary ailments.

All you need to do to recover

is take a walk and breathe deeply,

as air and sunlight
are the Lord's finest medicine.

Sister Mathieu.

- Sister Mathieu.
- Yes, Sister.

Come here.

Set up a game.

Indolence breeds crippling thoughts.

Come here, everyone.

I hope they didn't bother you.
They're like spoiled children.

They seek attention all the time.

You don't seem to treat them
like children.

Dr Poirret must have told you
that I've been with them for ten years.

Yes, he told me about you.

He had a lot to say, actually.

- Sister Gertrude.
- You seem busy.

I'll see you later.

- So? Is she coming or not?
- Sister Gertrude!

- Yes, Sister Mathieu.
- Finally!

We'll play Truth or Dare.
You'll be the first to answer questions.

- All right?
- Fine, but go easy on me.

Or else I'll force you
to skip dessert tonight.

I sure hope we'll have ice cream.

Ask her something easy,
so she won't get angry.

Isn't it the perfect opportunity
to tell her what we think of her?

- No, Sister Gertrude, you mustn't look.
- All right.

Listen to this, it's funny.

- This is even funnier.
- Enough with that chatterbox of yours.

Sister, we're ready.

- We'll start with "The world says".
- All right.

- Everyone, sit down.
- Wait, let us help you.

- I bet nobody will guess it.
- What a pessimist.

You'll be our spokesperson, OK?

- So, what does the world say about me?
- Shall I?

The world says...

...that you force us to pray
way too often, for God's sake.

- That's Alphonse.
- That's not fair. He mimicked my voice.

You'll say two Our Fathers
and six Hail Marys to repent.

No way! No prayers.

I'm an anarchist, a radical socialist,
an atheist, a priest hater!

No way I'll say those prayers.

What repentance would it be
if you didn't?

What else does the world say about me?

The world says that...

I'm not sure I can say that.

Why did you stop?
What are you afraid of?

- It's only a game.
- Only if she allows me to.

It's OK, Pierre.
As Sister Mathieu said, it's a game.

The world says you're a killer.

Pierre, who said that?

Tell me, who said that?

You must tell me.

- Please, Pierre.
- I knew it.

Who could be so mean?

Pierre, please.

It wasn't us.

How can I tell you?

Help me up.

Right away.

Come on, Pierre.

There you go.

Pierre... Please.

- See? They always try to end up alone.
- You think it's true?

They're lesbians!
And you know who the worst is?

- Sister Gertrude.
- Are you sure?

- One of the patients saw them.
- Good Lord.

Like that.

- Exactly.
- I don't remember how it works anymore.

I'm hungry.

The old guard!

When I was their age...

I was a great dancer.

Now it even rains!

- My record player will get ruined!
- That's not yours, it's the hospital’s!

Gertrude, you'll get wet.

Go join the others.

Serve them a glass of hot milk.

I'll head to the chapel to pray.

Take a nibble.

Now ride me
and take me to paradise!

It's unforgivable, Father.
I see him in every one of them.

In all old men like him.

No!

They all want to see me dead.

They're afraid I might find salvation.

Why do they want
to see me dead?

All they do is provoke me.

They want God to forsake me.

Gertrude, come on.

- You're so funny!
- What's the matter?

You've been trying to woo me
ever since they transferred you,

flapping those big, puffy breasts
of yours in the hope I'd sleep with you.

Gertrude, please!

Don't be so silly.
You're nothing but a whore.

I saw how you act with the doctor.
Strange, for a lesbian like you.

- But I've got you covered.
- How?

There's a gift for you,
under the pillow.

You'll enjoy it.

What are these?

Put them on.

- No.
- Do it!

- I can't.
- Do it, or I'll beat you.

You said you loved me,
and yet you never try to defend me.

You're nothing but a whore.

I like men, even though I took the veil.

I like making love,
it's a natural instinct.

But if I have to do it with a woman,
she'd better wear silk stockings.

Come on, Mathieu.

Say it...
"I'm nothing but a whore."

I'm nothing but a whore.

And now, come here.

I love you, Gertrude.
I love you.

- Yes?
- Good morning, Doctor.

- I'm replacing Sister Gertrude.
- Why, what's wrong?

Is she not feeling well?

She had surgery
to remove a brain tumor,

and continues to suffer
from terrible headaches.

You seem worried.

Do we have her medical records on file?

- Yes.
- Let me have a look, then.

Don't worry too much.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to...

I've seen that we don't have
non-alcoholic disinfectants.

Doctor, come here!

Good God!

Come with me.

Lord have mercy.

He's dead.

Why do that to a poor old man?

How mean.

Find the administrator
and inform him.

Have him call the police.

- What happened?
- It's Jean!

- They killed him!
- Lord have mercy!

Who could have done it?

I can't believe it.

It wasn't me.

Come, Florence.
Let's go.

- Go where? Why?
- Darling...

Nobody is accusing you.
They'll just ask a few questions.

- But I didn't...
- Florence, get in the car.

One, two.
One, two.

One, two.

One, two.
One, two.

One, two.

One, two.
One, two.

One, two.

One, two.
One, two.

One, two.

One, two.
One, two.

One, two.

Come on, that's enough!
Are you out of your mind?

- Stop interfering.
- Don't you see they're exhausted?

I said stop interfering!

Go back inside.

What are you waiting for?
I said you can go.

The exercise session is over!

At this rate, you'll kill them.

No appetite tonight, Marie?

So?

I guess we'll all fast tonight, then.

Any objection?

Get up.

If that's what she wants...

- Shall we leave, too?
- Why, do you want to eat here alone?

Too bad... we had vegetable soup.

Sister Gertrude.

Everyone, listen!

Let us all pray
for Jean Gordain's soul.

Let us all say the Eternal Rest.

In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord,

And let perpetual light shine upon him,
May he rest in peace, Amen.

Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord,

And let perpetual light shine upon him,
May he rest in peace, Amen.

Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord,

And let perpetual light shine upon him,
May he rest in peace, Amen.

Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord,

And let perpetual light shine upon him,
May he rest in peace, Amen.

Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord,

And let perpetual light shine upon him,
May he rest in peace, Amen.

Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord,

And let perpetual light shine upon him,
May he rest in peace, Amen.

What's going on?

Gertrude!

- I'm not a killer.
- Killer!

- You're crazy!
- I'm not an assassin.

You're crazy!

Oh, my Lord!

I'm not crazy... I'm not!

I'm not crazy!

Murderer.

In all of the years
that I have directed this institute,

nobody has ever raised a finger

against those who dedicate their lives
for your well-being.

And so I've been allowed by them
to hear you in private...

You've witnessed it all,
unless you were lying.

No, I didn't see a thing.

Sister Gertrude.

I'd gone to the toilet.
And with my eyes...

Lies, nothing but lies.
You hit her with my cane.

No, I... Why?
Couldn't Sister Mathieu have done it?

- Sister Mathieu?
- Yes!

Or Pierre, that young man
is not right in the head.

I'd talk to the director, if I were you.

Or maybe the attendant.
But not Florence, poor girl.

Even the twins...

Ellen!

Where are you going, Ellen?

What do you plan to do?

Ellen!

Come in.

Dr Roland.

- I'll come back later if you're busy.
- No.

I was expecting someone else,
that's all.

- A spy?
- A collaborator, Dr Patrick.

A collaborator.

After what happened
to Sister Gertrude...

It was pretty much
a foregone conclusion.

Dr Patrick.

I accepted this post because Dr Poirret
was allegedly fired for inefficiency.

And yet all medical charts and diagnoses
were done by the book.

- So why was he really fired?
- Well, Sister Gertrude...

Ellen!

Sure, there were a few more deaths,
and then that murder.

- But that was an accident, wasn't it?
- No.

The autopsy will confirm it.

Jean was suffocated.

They shoved cotton down his throat
until it choked him.

Enough!

No... Enough, stop it!

Those are nothing but insinuations.

Why not talk to the police?

Sister Gertrude handled
the registers for all meds on my behalf,

as a personal favor.

I'm sure that Sister Gertrude
will be able to explain everything.

Get me Sister Gertrude on the line.

No, I'll handle it.

Sister Gertrude.

Hello?

Yes?

Is it urgent?

All right, I'll be right there.

Ellen!

It wasn't me.

I didn't kill her.

I'm not a murderer.

Come on, don't act like this.

I was fond of her.

Come on, stop it.

Gertrude, please...

I beg you, calm down.
Don't act like this.

Hold still,
the sedative will calm you down.

Dr Patrick, why?

We'll discuss it
once everything is settled.

Our reputation
is of paramount importance.

- You understand?
- I do.

There can be no scandal
in an institute like ours.

This is a mission for us,
not a mere job.

And as such, we must avoid
political exploitation of any sort.

- Is that clear?
- Certainly.

- You don't get it.
- Please.

What didn't I get?

The police always finds the culprit.
It's over, I tell you.

- This is only the beginning.
- What do you mean?

You have no faith in the police?

- No.
- Why are you such a pessimist?

The police is at our service.

In cases like these,
they can't do a thing.

Don't you get it?

You know what?

You won't change my faith
in this country's law enforcement.

My legs...

You're good to go.

If you want to sketch something,
here you go.

- Good night.
- It's only the beginning.

- Yeah, right.
- François.

Just forget it, Pierre.
Never mind.

Any news?

The only news
is that you're not asleep.

Thank you.

Bitch.

Pierre.

Wake up.

Pierre.

Now, I want the truth.

Who told you I was a killer?
Who did it?

Pierre.

I beg you, tell me.

Who could possibly hate me so much?

I can't tell you.

My life is worthless.
Unlike who told me.

Nobody will mourn my death.

- I'll be back when you'll talk.
- No!

And I hope it won't be too late for you.

It's not a conspiracy, it's just evil.
I can't wipe your guilt away.

I told you that I'm worthless.

Goodbye, Pierre.

You won't get your crutches back
until I know the truth.

Dr Patrick!

- Well?
- I haven't found her, Sister.

This is useless.

You look in the hallways
while I go down to the courtyard.

- Where are you going?
- I haven't found her.

I'll tell the director.

Don't worry about that.
You just go help the others.

- But...
- Do as you're told.

I don't understand.

Sister Mathieu.

What are you doing still up so late?

- I was looking for Sister Gertrude.
- Don't you worry about that.

Go to sleep.

Doctor.

Dr Patrick.

Mathieu.

No... Not her.

Are you sure?

I looked everywhere.
She disappeared.

She left our room
while I was asleep.

I have no idea where she is
or what she's doing.

All right, then.
You don't need to worry, Sister Mathieu.

Our next course of action
has already been decided.

Damn her!

No...
You'll be damned.

Here you go.

Praise the Lord.

No... No!

No!

I'm sure of it, Mother Superior.
They'll arrest her.

No, they haven't found Pierre yet.

But we fear the worst.

Sister Gertrude will have to leave
the rehabilitation ward.

What is this world coming to?

- Excuse me?
- Never mind.

I'll send a car.

It'll be waiting by the back door.

- I’ll make sure everything is ready.
- Are the police there?

No, Mother Superior.

I knew it.

Come, Gertrude.

Another few steps.

Here's your car.

Do you see it?

Why, Mathieu?

Everyone has been calling us.
They're all looking for you.

Inspector Ravel, Mr van Derken
and even a journalist from Le Monde.

Know what they're saying?
Horrible things.

Because of one nun's terrible blunder,

they're ignoring countless others
who live to help others,

sacrificing themselves on a daily basis.

It's unfair, Sister Gertrude.

- Oh, my God.
- What are you doing?

My Lord.

- Sister Gertrude!
- Lord have mercy.

Gertrude!

Mother Superior.

I didn't kill those people.

- It was a killer.
- What a dirty word!

They were terrible accidents,
nothing but accidents.

Yes, Mother Superior.

I can still see him.

In my mind.

He knows no mercy.

I'm not capable of murder, believe me.

- I can't.
- Escort her back to her cell.

- Yes, Mother Superior.
- And watch over her.

She's terribly sick,
speaking utter nonsense.

She needs specific treatment,
so I'll entrust her to you.

Rest yourself, Sister Gertrude.

- Sister?
- Yes, Mother Superior.

I trust you know what I meant
by specific treatment.

And know that you'll be
personally held responsible.

Now, go.

Why were you stealing those drugs?

Sister Gertrude needed that morphine.

- She needed it?
- She was sick.

So?

- I helped her.
- Why did you do it?

It was my duty.

Your duty is not that
of giving drugs to an addict.

There will be a trial.

And I'll be forced
to report you as well.

No, please! I beg you!

No!

No... No!

What are you doing?

Are you insane?

- I had to do it, I had to save her!
- Calm down.

She's all I have left.

Please, save me.
Tell them no morphine was stolen.

She's all I have.

I'll do everything you want, Doctor.

We must continue
living together for years.

I'll do everything you ask.

Help me, or I'll kill myself
right in front of you.

I know you don't want to,
because you love me.

Or else you would have reported me.

Sister Gertrude.

It's time to sleep.

A little rest will do wonders.

I must do it.

I must...

Here is your medicine,
Sister Gertrude.

Come on, drink it.

Come on.

Sister Gertrude,
you must take your medicine.

Orders from the Mother Superior.

I'll leave it here.

The murderer...

A sublime thirst for murder
keeps overwhelming my mind.

I want to kill him!

My grandfather deserves to die.

He touches me everywhere.

He abuses me,
blinded by lust.

And my parents don't believe me.

They say I'm a liar.

Even Gertrude doesn't believe me.

And yet, I proved my love to her.
But she won't believe me.

Old people are evil, Father.

Nobody believes me,
but we must kill them all!

We must kill them!
Kill them all!

If he keeps touching me,

I will kill him.

Without regrets.

And I'll find peace.

I'll kill him.

I'll kill him!

KILLER NUN

On 2/17/1977, Sister Mathieu
was reported to the authorities.

She's awaiting trial
for the murders she committed.

Poisoned by her fellow sisters,
Sister Gertrude died in her cell.

THE END