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As we forgive those
who trespass against us,

and lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name,

thy kingdom come,
thy will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven...

Sister Clodagh,
I'm asking you not to do this.

The women in the village
can care for him.

Excuse me.

...forgive those
who trespass against us...

- Do you need me to...
- Yes.

If anything happens...

Would you have the boy
bleed to death?

I've told you I can't answer

for the consequences
if you treat him.

Well, go then, Mr. Dean.

We don't need your help.
We can manage without you.

All right,
if that's what you want.

- You're on your own.
- We are with God.

...heaven,
give us this day...

Bye, Mr. Dean. Namaste, Mr. Dean.

Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day
our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those

who trespass against us. Amen.

Our Father who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day
our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

Hallowed be thy name,

thy kingdom come
thy will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day
our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses...

Sisters, can you tend
to Sister Ruth, please?

Perhaps the chapel
would be more suitable.

Sister?

Thank you.

I thank God
for your steady hand,

Sister Briony.

I can't say
it's my fanciest embroidery,

but it'll do.

We did the right thing.
The danger is passed, Sisters.

Sister Ruth...

we should get you to bed.
It's all been too much for you.

Don't touch me.
You're not allowed to touch me.

Oh, the hill post!
My harmonium.

Morning,
Sister Clodagh!

- They're coming!
- Morning, Sister Briony.

Keep going.

- Namaste.
- Namaste.

Would you put the
crates over by the door, please?

Thank you. Ah.

We must keep digging.

Dear Sister Clodagh,

may the Lord bless
and keep all

at the Convent of St. Faith.

I am glad to hear
the coming of winter

has made little impact
on your work at Mopu.

While every member
fulfills her purpose,

the community of St. Faith
will surely succeed,

to the glory of the Lord.

Only time will tell
if Sister Ruth is truly suited

to the conditions in Mopu.

I have discussed your suggestion
with Father Roberts.

We are agreed.

When the dear father
makes his Christmas visit,

he alone will determine
if it is best for Sister Ruth

to be brought back
to Darjeeling.

Remember, Clodagh,

the Superior of all
is the servant of all.

St. Faith, Sister Clodagh!

- Isn't it good to see her?
- Indeed it is, Sister.

Can I have a hand
with our Lord?

Oh, it would be so nice to have
a proper place

to put St. Faith,
Sister Clodagh.

Not to mention our Lord.

A plinth,
is that's what it's called?

Can't you ask the gardeners
to make something?

- They seem handy enough.
- No, not with carpentry.

Good day to you.

- Ah, yes, blankets.
- Very good.

Sister Ruth,
what do you think?

They look like they'd
help to keep out the drafts.

Yes. They're a decent weight,
at least.

Oh, is that Mister Dean?

Yes, it is!

Mr. Dean! Good day to you!

Good day to you,
Sister Briony.

- Sisters.
- Mr. Dean.

Oh, look,
isn't that Om's mother?

Perhaps you should
speak to Mr. Dean

about the statues,
Sister Clodagh.

And actually, there are quite
a few jobs that need looking at.

We can't keep running
to Mr. Dean, Sister.

He has his own work to do.

Sister Blanche says
Om expects the baby

to be there at home every day

- when he comes home from school.
- Bless his soul.

I wonder how many
we actually need.

I think we probably could...

How are you, Sister Ruth?

Very well thank you, Mr. Dean.

Actually,
I was quite unwell for a time.

- I'm sorry to hear it.
- I'm feeling much stronger now.

Sister Ruth!
Can you help me, please?

Can you say for me,
twenty-four annas

is the most we'll pay
for eight blankets.

But there are five of us.

Yes, but one
for Joseph Anthony,

one for Kanchi,
and one for Angu.

What, am I a donkey now, huh?

Here is your milk, Sister Ruth.
Drink up, that'’s it.

Now, Angu,
the bath house needs cleaning.

Sister Ruth will help you.

When Srimati Dev was ill,
sometimes...

Sometimes,
we had to lock her in here.

For keeping her safe.

What was wrong with her?

She will not harm you, Sister.

Srimati Dev is sad.

I thought you said
she was hungry.

Yeah. Hungry for happiness.
Or maybe to be reborn.

Or maybe just for some milk.

Lemini.

It's all right, Kanchi.
I didn'’t mean to make you jump.

Maaf gara.

Have you ever seen
a moving picture?

It is from Angu. For read?
Can you read English?

This is to try. I try.
Gary Cooper.

Thank you, Kanchi.

Dilip Rai,
you do us a great honor.

But we are quite unprepared.

Dear Sister Clodagh,
there is no need for that

now my uncle isn't here.

I've come to see you
on a practical matter.

I wish to attend your school.

5 a. m. to 7 a. m., Algebra,
Geometry, Arithmetic.

I see.

The timetable
is only a suggestion, Sister.

Of course, the lessons
can be decided by you.

I'm very sorry
Highness, but it is impossible.

A convent doesn't teach
men pupils, you see. Ah.

Jesus Christ was a man though,
wasn't he, Sister Clodagh?

He took the shape of a man.

You must understand,
I want so much to learn,

I am only the shape of a man.

My uncle was going to send me
to the University of Cambridge,

but after my brother died,
Uncle said I couldn't go.

I thought if I show him
how quick I am to study

and to learn,
he might change his mind.

We can't go against

the General's wishes,
Excellency,

- you must see that.
- Oh, Toda Rai is happy for me

to come to school here.

He very much wants me
to improve my English.

It is just the plans
for Cambridge he disapproves of.

Well, then...
I shall certainly consider it.

Thank you, Superior Sister.
Good Day.

You are quite well,
Sister Clodagh? Yes.

It's this business
with Dilip Rai.

I know this is an unusual place,
Sister Clodagh,

and we should expect
unusual things,

but surely it isn't right

for a boy
the young general's age...

He's more of a man than a boy.
But what are we to do?

I could write to Toda Rai
explaining our objections,

but the post is so slow now.

Mightn't it be a help to talk
to Mr. Dean?

He's worked for the General
for so long,

and if there's really no way
round Dilip Rai coming, then...

he might be able to speak to him
about how to...

- conduct himself.
- Man to man.

Is that what they say?

I'm sorry, Sister Briony.

It's just the thought
of Mr. Dean

giving anyone a lesson
on how to conduct themselves...

You'd think the young general
would find it strange,

the thought of coming here
every day.

I suppose he doesn't remember
his mother at all.

It's not just the young general,
Sister Clodagh.

We really can't do
without Mr. Dean

for all the work that's needed.

And since your falling out,
he's been steering clear of us...

Yes, you're quite right,
Sister Briony.

Good sense, as always.

This is an unusual place,

and we should expect
unusual things.

Sister Clodagh.

It's been a while.

I'm afraid I'm not fit
for receiving visitors.

I should've sent a note,
Mr. Dean.

But there's a matter
I need to discuss with you.

In person.

By all means.

As long as you take me
as you find me.

Would you like to have a seat?

Water, I presume?
Dilip Rai, the young general.

He wishes to study with us
at St. Faith's.

I know I can rely on you
to be direct. Is it safe?

A beastly savage, you mean?

Clearly that's...
That's not what I meant at all.

The boy seems charm itself.

It'’s just, I'’m not sure
what his... expectations are.

About women, Mr. Dean.

If we are to accede
to his uncle's wishes

and accept Dilip as our pupil...
Well, you can see my dilemma.

He comes from another world.

Dilip Rai will be a cuckoo
in your nest,

no doubt about it.
He's been spoiled rotten.

But there's no harm in the lad,

and his manners put mine
to shame.

He'll respect your...
discipline.

Particularly if he thinks
any bad behavior

will get back to his uncle.

I can have a word with him,
if you like,

but I doubt
he'll pay me much mind.

Would you?
That would be a great comfort.

Thank you.
I'll leave you to your supper.

I owe you an apology, Mr. Dean.

For the way I've spoken to you
in the past. It was uncalled for.

Well... you're only human.
So I'm discovering.

I'm not much of a cook.

The factory women
keep me from starving.

I...

We hope to see you
at the palace soon.

Dear Mother Dorothea,

it has been strange indeed
to go so long

without communion,
or making confession.

At the General's request,

Dilip Rai is taking
daily lessons at the school,

he is a dedicated pupil
and his manners respectful

of our discipline.

Work proceeds at the palace,
and you will be pleased to hear

Sister Ruth's health
is much restored.

I look forward to showing
Father Roberts

everything we have achieved
at St. Faith's.

Bonjour, Sister Ruth!
Bonjour.

Bonjour, Sister Clodagh!

Comment allez-vous?

Good day, Excellency.

Très bien, merci.

Il fait frois, n'est ce pas?

Mais c'est tres bon... No!
Beau. Très, très beau.

Oui. Vraiment beau.

So there won't be
any vegetables at all

on the terraces, come spring?

It seems a shame to waste such
a glorious aspect on onions...

when I thought... Sister...

- Lady Hillingdon.
- It's a repeat flowerer.

I was going to under-plant it
with jonquils and daffodils.

You see, we could
start them off indoors...

and plant them
as soon as the ground thaws...

Sister Philippa, the order
has already spent a great deal

on equipping the classroom,

not to mention
all the other works.

But the terraces will be
so glorious in spring.

The lupins and sweet peas
with a border of petunias.

And if we could consider

the Japanese peonies
for next year.

I know the red ones
are expensive, but...

the color... is...

magnificent.

I'm not inclined
to trouble Mother Dorothea

with pure extravagance.

Yes, Sister Clodagh.

It is not extravagance,
though...

if it is for the glory of God.

Four sevens are 28.

Four sevens are 28.

Four eights are 32.

Four eights are 32.

Four nines are 36.

Four nines are36.

Four tens are forty.

Four tens are forty.

Kanchi.

Excuse me, Sisters.

This is the passage in English,
and you can read it in Nepali.

- "Where..."
- "Where is God?" "God is..."

"Everywhere."

Very good.

Ah, Sister Clodagh.
Mr. Dean has finished,

he is in your office.
I'm just making his coffee now.

Thank you, Sister Briony.

"Where is God?"

Mr. Dean

I'm glad to hear the young
general's behaving himself.

Like a lamb.

Though I can't help thinking
he's finding our standard

of scholarship
rather disappointing.

Christianity isn't taking,
I hope?

I needn't tell you
what a disaster it would be

if you tried to convert him.

Dilip Rai is about
as spiritual as... you, Mr. Dean.

You're confusing spirituality
with religion, Sister.

Not the same thing at all.

In fact,
from what I've observed,

the two are often
mutually exclusive.

- Coffee, Mr. Dean?
- You spoil me, Sister.

Thank you.

You're forgoing Sister Briony's
special coffee?

Friday is our fast day,
till three.

- Thank you, Sister.
- Always a pleasure, Mr. Dean.

You look ill.
I'm just tired, that's all.

The wind seems to keep me awake.

I've been using the time
for this. It's for Kanchi.

My Nepali is so poor,
it'll probably take me years.

Well, I could try my hand at it,
if you like.

At this point,
I know more Nepali

than I've forgotten
of the King's English.

Or the catechism,
for that matter.

That's kind, thank you.
Kanchi so wants to learn.

She's a special soul, I think.

But surely you are obliged
to think every soul is special?

Oh, we do. We do.

But some are more special
than others?

What you said about
spirituality...

Do you think that's true of what
you've seen here at St. Faith's?

What do you care what I think?

You've changed,
these last few weeks. Have I?

You're nicer.

In my thoughts and in my words,
and what I've failed to do.

What I have done
and what I've failed to do.

Through my
most grievous fault...

Stop it. Stop it.

Stop it. Put it down.

God be with you, Sister.

And with you, Sister Briony.

God be with you, Sister.

And with you.

God be with you, Sister.

And with you.

God be with you, Sister.

And with you, Sister Briony.

Sister Philippa.

I wished to speak with you,
about your plans for the garden.

I suppose it could wait
until recreation,

but I've been thinking
about the flowers.

You're right.
Mopu demands its tribute.

Beauty, for the glory of God.

Now, I would suggest
half a dozen of the peonies

rather than the dozen,
and Pin says he can get

hill crocuses for free
rather than daffodils, but...

I thought you'd be pleased.

Sister?

Sister, what is it?

I have written a letter
to Mother Dorothea.

I wish to return
to the community at Darjeeling.

But...
you love it here, the garden...

That's the trouble.
You made me see.

If I stay,
I will forget my purpose.

Since we came here,

all I can think about
is the beauty of everything.

It is too much.
The air is too clear.

You can see too far.

It's as though the mountains
are watching us. Not God.

Take great care.

I think this place is too much
for all of us, Sister Clodagh.

"Had God any body?"
"God has no body."

"Had God any body?"
"God has no body."

"He is a spirit..."
You careless creature.

Angu will give you
a whipping for this.

No, Lemini, please!
Stop. Stop! Kanchi!

Kanchi, don'’t touch me!
Kanchi! Stop it!

Sister, this is not
the girl's fault at all.

In fact, I think
it is the plaster freezing,

then thawing. This is science.
Get up.

Oh, no, you mustn't.

We must speak in English.
We are modern people.

Thank you, Dilip Rai.
That's enough!

Off you go. Angu will be
wondering where you are.

Where on earth did that girl
get hold of scent?

That's me,
Sister Ruth, not Kanchi.

I sent for it from the Army
and Navy stores in London.

Do you like it?
It's called Black Narcissus.

I certainly do not. Good day.

Sister Ruth!
Whatever are you doing?

Careful!

It's not my fault! It was Kanchi!

It's broken. Goodness.

Still, Sister Briony's
been boiling bones for glue

ever since we arrived.

I'm sure she'll be delighted
that she can use some of it.

Shall we go and ask her?
Sister...

You're not yourself.

When Father Roberts arrives,
I'm going to ask him

to take you back with him
to Darjeeling to see the doctor.

I so wish...

I wish you could see how much
I want to help you, Sister Ruth.

We all do.

A true witness
delivereth souls,

but a deceitful witness
speaketh lies.

In the fear of the Lord
is strong confidence,

and his children
shall have a place of refuge.

The fear of the Lord
is a fountain of life

to depart
from the snares of death.

In the multitude of people
is the king's honor,

but in the want of people

is the destruction
of the prince.

He that is slow to...

Oh, no, that's wrong.

Joseph Anthony,
would you fetch

the cooked mince pies, please?

Where is the meat
in this mincemeat? There is none.

It's traditional, you see.

It'’s part of the celebrations
tomorrow.

When Srimati Dev was alive,

we had so many parties.

What was it that happened
to the princess?

You're always hinting...

Can't you guess, Sister?

Same story always.

Another man
who told Srimati Dev

he loved only her,

until a baby was made,
and then...

Happy Christmas, Sisters!

Happy Christmas!

I so want to shake
Father Roberts' hand.

And the new sister,
are they here?

Sister Adela?

Unfortunately not, Highness.

This weather's bound to have
held them up at Goontu.

Well, look what
I have for you, Sisters.

Dean caught me on the way up.

Dilip Rai,
you can save me a job.

I do love Dean, don't you?
He is a democrat!

- Oh!
- Thank you.

Joseph Anthony.
Sister Briony.

- Oh, my word!
- Oh, dear.

He can't have known
that we're not allowed

to accept personal presents.

Open it, Sister! Huh?

At least you should see
what it is you can't have.

Shall we really
not be allowed

- to keep them, Sister Clodagh?
- Well...

Sister Ruth...

They are exceedingly practical.

I suppose we can consider them
a donation to the order.

Oh, I could dance a jig!

Night after night,
I've been up with my chilblains,

and now my poor old trotters
will be warm and dry!

I know the mans a rogue,
and they say he drinks

and worse, but I won't hear
a word against him!

Aren't you going to try
yours on, Sister Ruth? Look.

Look, there are knots
in the string...

Leave her, Sister Clodagh.

There's no point
in spoiling Christmas Eve.

Angu, this is for you.

Your favorite!

- Oh!
- A knife!

It's definitely
for a big boy.

♪ O come,
All ye faithful ♪

♪ Joyful and triumphant ♪

♪ O come ye ♪
♪ O come ye ♪

♪ To Bethlehem ♪

♪ Come and behold Him ♪

♪ Born the King of Angels ♪

♪ O come, let us adore Him ♪

♪ O come, let us adore Him ♪

♪ O come, let us adore Him ♪

♪ Christ the Lord ♪

♪ God of God ♪

♪ Light of Light ♪

♪ Low he abhors ♪

♪ Not the Virgin's womb ♪

♪ Very God be ♪

♪ Forgotten not created ♪

♪ O come, let us adore Him ♪

♪ O come, let us adore Him ♪

♪ O come, let us adore Him ♪

They are very festive,
aren'’t they, Sister Blanche?

- They're beautiful.
- They are better

than those little things
you had your toes in.

Certainly warmer.

- Thank you so much, Mr. Dean.
- Thank you.

- They're lovely.
- So kind.

The least I could do.

Sister Clodagh,
allow me to congratulate you

on the birth of Jesus Christ.

Thank you, Excellency.

Oh!

Forgive me
my trespasses.

You couldn't carry
Joseph Anthony to his bed

for me, could you, Mr. Dean?

We can't leave him
in the chapel all night,

he'll catch his death.

Your wish, Sister Briony,
is my command.

He's in fine form
this evening.

Happy Christmas, Mr. Dean.

And Seasons Greetings to you,
Sister.

This came all the way
from England,

from the order in Canstead.

It's for your...
You don't have a buttonhole.

Oh, no. Not in these glad rags.
May I?

It's awfully prickly.

Ooh!

Where should I take him?

Just take him
to the kitchen, please,

Mr. Dean. Thank you.

Ooh, careful!

Good night, Sister Clodagh.

Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas, Sisters.

Mr. Dean, what just happened
with Sister Ruth?

I think you'd
better ask Sister Ruth.

How much have you had to drink?

Just a dram or two
to wet the Christ child's head.

How dare you come to our place
of worship drunk,

tonight of all nights!

Oh, spare me the sermon.
Why not take the night off?

- You really are objectionable.
- Well, so are you.

But in the morning,
Sister, I'll be sober.

Good night, Sister Clodagh.

I did so enjoy the singing,
didn't you?

Good night, Dilip Rai.

I didn't know
you could sing, Dean!

Your voice is so strong
and loud.

Good night.

Sister, it's my turn
to apologize.

- The whisky...
- The whisky?

You're right, it's no excuse.

What can I do?
I've tried.

We rely on you so much.
We have to.

There's simply no other choice.

I'm sorry.

Clodagh,
that'’s not your real name.

They make you change it.
Clodagh is my real name.

It's my name in Christ.

You wished to see me,
Sister Clodagh.

Sister Ruth. Won't you sit?

Last night...
after the service...

did something happen
between you and Mr. Dean?

In the chapel?

If he took advantage of you,
I will have words with him.

"Took advantage"?

If Mr. Dean
attempted to touch you...

Please don't make fun of me.
I would never make fun of you.

You must know that.
You've never wanted me here.

None of you have.

- Everyone's against me.
- No.

If everyone's against you...
don't you think

that some of that feeling
might be your fault as well?

Is that why you gave
the lace school

to Sister Blanche and landed me
with teaching the brats?

I already explained
my reasons for that.

I really think
your unhappiness...

- I'm not unhappy!
- Very well. Let me be plain.

I think you have let yourself
fall into thinking

too much about Mr. Dean.

Well, you'd know all about that,
wouldn't you?

He is not a good man, Sister.

In ways, perhaps,
you don't understand.

That's why you tried to bully me
to force me back to Darjeeling.

Because you want him
for yourself.

Sniffing after Mr. Dean
like a bitch in heat.

You'd better watch out.

You've already driven away
one Sister.

And Mother Dorothea won't think
you're such a marvelous success

if you push me out as well.

If all that
was in your mind...

it's better said.

It... It's not!
It's not what I think!

Forgive me, Sister Clodagh, I...

I don't know what I'm saying
sometimes, and I...

I don't know
what's happening to me.

Sister Clodagh!

Sister Clodagh.
It'’s Sister Adela.

Sister Adela,
where is Father Roberts?

Father Roberts' pony is lame.

I've left him in the woods.
Can you send a horse, please?

I'll saddle Love,
Sister Clodagh.

Thank you, Sister.

It won't take me long
to fetch Father Roberts.

It's blowing a storm out there.

Please sit.

Sister Blanche, can you get
my cape and gloves, please?

Try to keep warm, Sister Adela.
I won't be long.

- Please take.
- Oh! Thank you very much.

Sister Ruth?

Sister Clodagh, your gloves.

She's taken Love.

But she's not used to horses,
what does she think she's doing?

Fetch me a lantern, Sister.
She won't get far in this.

Sister Ruth!

Father Roberts! Sister Ruth!

Sister Ruth! Father Roberts!