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[barking]

[Jacqueline] A few weeks ago at convent San Tanco,

our reverend mother was wrestling with a troubling decision.

Uh, Sister Ana, have you seen Sister Bertrille?

She's playing baseball with the children.

Ah.

Uh, would you tell her I wish to see her, please?

Of course, reverend mother.

Señor Trazo.

My masterpiece!

6 months of my life.

It is magnificent.

And we're so grateful to you.

[groaning]

[Jacqueline] At this point, reverend mother

no longer felt compelled to wrestle.

Sister Bertrille, I wish to see you in my office.

[stuttering]

[Jacqueline] Reverend mother plaseato is not a narrow-minded woman.

When she first discovered

that Sister Bertrille could fly,

she was determined to try

to cope with the situation.

But now, reverend mother decided that

she had overestimated her own resources.

[knocking on door] Yes, come in.

Reverend mother.

It's not too bad I see.

No. It'll clear up in a few days.

I hope so.

[coughing]

Sister Bertrille?

It's the hibiscus.

I'm allergic to them.

Dr. Tapia's been treating me.

Reverend mother, I feel so terrible about the window.

Ah, yes.

Do you have any explanation?

Well, it was a very high ball.

And the--the--

[sniffing] The bases were lo-- loaded--

[sneezing]

God bless you, child.

Thank you.

Uh, Señor Trazo thinks

that he may be able to repair the window.

But, what are we going to do with you

when the trade winds grow stronger?

I could play catcher.

Do you think that would be a solution to our problem?

No.

I have come to a decision.

It was not an easy decision.

I've grown fond of you. All of us have.

Reverend mother?

I-It's not a question of vocation.

I feel that you will serve god well.

But we simply must

find you a less turbulent climate.

A transfer?

It has not been a hasty decision.

Well, I know, reverend mother.

You've been very patient with me.

The Wright Brothers couldn't have asked for more.

It's just that I...

I'm sorry, reverend mother.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't be doing this.

There is a chance that you might be transferred

to the holy city.

Oh, well, that would be great.

I mean, we know that--that it is vanity

to get attached to one place,

and I've always dreamed of going to Rome.

Oh, it won't be San Tanco.

Oh, I'm sorry, reverend mother.

I'm really sorry. It's the hibiscus.

They must be contagious.

Oh, excuse me.

[sighing]

Reverend mother, may I ask a favor?

Yes, of course, child.

Please don't tell the others that I'm going.

Not right away.

I guess,

I don't like long goodbyes.

Sister Jacqueline,

curiosity is a waste of time.

Don't you agree? Wholeheartedly.

That which we see by accident should be quickly forgotten.

The lord tells us what he wants us to know.

True.

Idle speculation is vain and foolish.

[both] But what can be the trouble with Sister Bertrille?

I warned you, sister.

I could not stand your nagging.

I could not tolerate your lectures.

I could not endure you hounding me

week after week.

Oh, Carlos, it's a new playground!

Ready to build.

Oh, Carlos, the kids'll just flip.

I mean, they'll be delighted.

As soon as they go home

for their, um, Christmas holidays, we start construction.

I expect you to supervise everything personally.

Me? Yes, of course.

My work is finished.

[birds chirping]

What's wrong? Nothing.

Oh, sister.

Well, actually...

Actually, I probably won't be here at Christmas.

Oh, you are going on some kind of a leave or something?

Not exactly.

Sister Jacqueline--

no, no, no Sister Jacqueline.

We will wait till you come back.

Well, I won't be back.

What do you mean?

I...

I'm being transferred.

You are leaving San Tanco?

Why?

Don't ask a lot of questions.

No, no, not a lot.

Just one. Why?

Well, it's the climate.

I-It's bad for me. Oh, I see.

700,000 people come here every year

because of the climate. But for you, it's bad.

You don't understand, sister.

Nobody turns me into a responsible citizen

and then walks away.

Oh, Carlos, please don't...

Sister.

Sister?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It's the hibiscus.

What hibiscus?

[sobbing]

So you have made up your mind?

I have written to our mother provincial,

and she will be here on Sunday for her annual visit,

and we will settle the matter then.

I see.

You understand, Señor Ramirez,

I cannot put personal feelings

above the purpose of the order.

Oh, oh, I understand.

Still, this is a terrible shock to me.

[Reverend Mother] Señor, Sister Bertrille

does not want the others to know.

[Carlos] She is very brave.

A real, how do you say, trooper?

Yes.

It will be a great blow to the others.

To the others and to me.

That spirit.

That life.

We will never see the likes again.

Yes, I know that, Señor.

How much longer will we have her with us?

[Reverend Mother] A few weeks. A month.

[Carlos] That's all?

Señor Ramirez,

I had thought that perhaps

you might protest my decision.

Oh, me? Protest?

Oh, oh, you misjudge me, reverend mother.

One does not argue with fate.

Thank you, Señor. Good day.

Good day.

Hey, Miguel, I got a job for you.

How good are you at keeping a secret?

[whispering in Spanish]

Dying? Dying?

Are you sure?

[sobbing] What else could it be?

They talked of her courage,

of her not wanting us to know.

I can't believe it.

It is true.

It explains everything.

Her visits to Dr. Tapia.

Her sudden tears.

Her allergy

that is no allergy.

We must go to her. We must go to her.

No, sisters, no.

If she wants this kept a secret,

we must respect her privacy.

All we can do is to make her last days here

[sobbing]

As cheerful as possible.

She will never suspect that we know.

[birds chirping]

[sneezing]

[door opening]

Here she comes. Chins up.

Chins up, sisters.

[all] Good morning. Good morning.

Good morning.

I'm sorry I'm late, but Miguel wanted

some paint and things from the supply room.

Why did you not stay with the children for their play period?

You mean so much to them.

Oh, well, they wouldn't have let me stay, anyway.

They've got some top-secret project going.

[all chuckling]

No, no, sister. Why not?

Your allergy.

Oh, I'm only allergic to hibiscus.

Well, who knows what the soap is made of?

Scouring soap?

Anyway, that's my mop. Your mop?

Oh, yes, sister sixto is very attached to that mop.

You bet. It's my obscurity blanket.

Security blanket.

Oh,

w-why don't you go and rest in the garden?

Yes.

Would somebody please tell me

what's going on around here?

Sister, I don't like to pull rank on you.

But I must order you to rest.

But I'm not--

you're not going to question an order?

No.

Of course not.

Now they will let their hair fall.

Let their hair down.

Sister Bertrille.

Yes?

The fact that you will be leaving us soon

does not entitle you to malinger.

I'm not malingering, reverend mother.

Sister Jacqueline just ordered me to rest.

Whatever for?

Beats me.

[Reverend Mother] Well, until the time comes for you to go, sister,

I expect you to do your duty.

That duty is work.

Did you ever hear anything so cruel?

So cold, so callous.

Oh, boy, am I burned out.

Burned up, sister.

For 10 years I've idolized the reverend mother.

I've put up with her authoritarianism

and her old-fashioned ideas.

This time she goes too far.

We're not going to take this lying down?

Down. You bet.

Reverend mother, we'll fix your wigwam.

[Jacqueline] That night, we began

fixing the wigwam.

A lovely shawl.

Your niece is going to enjoy it very much.

Hmm.

I dropped a stitch.

Boy, you--you sure are beating me, sister.

Care to challenge her, reverend mother?

Uh, th-that might be very pleasant.

Muchas gracias. But I think I'm gonna slap the sack

early tonight.

Hit the sack.

Hit? Slap? What's the difference?

As long as it hurts.

I'm a bit tired myself.

Are you reading another mystery, Sister Jacqueline?

Well, yes, would you care to read it?

All--all right, that might be very pleasant.

I'm sure you'll enjoy it.

Thank you.

The butler's brother did it.

I know you've heard this prayer before, father.

But I, too, have come to pray for Sister Bertrille.

Don't take her from us. She's so young.

[Jacqueline] Her--her mission here has barely begun.

Take me instead.

Please, father.

But if that's not possible,

at least don't let reverend mother be so cruel to her.

Sister Bertrille?

Good morning.

Hypocrisy is a grievous sin, sister.

Would it not have been better to defy me openly?

Defy you?

You asked me to keep your secret

and then you turn the other sisters against me.

And you organize this, uh, this mutiny.

Well, I didn't organize anything.

Please, sister. No more deceptions.

Our provincial mother arrives Sunday.

When she leaves, you will leave with her.

But I-- is that understood?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Reverend mother, this has gone far enough.

Sister Jacqueline, despite your earnest prayers,

Sister Bertrille's affairs are in my hands.

Wouldn't you say they're in the hands of the almighty?

No.

Contrary to yourself,

I do not pester the almighty with details.

Details?

Dying?

Transferred?

I owe her an apology.

[birds chirping]

Come, Sister Jacqueline.

Oh, you have restored it.

Wonderful, Señor Trazo.

A one in a million chance

that it could be done.

Do you think there's a message there for us, Sister Jacqueline?

Perhaps.

Oh, Sister Ana, have you seen Sister Bertrille?

She's giving the children a badminton lesson.

In this wind?

How typical of the child

to simply pick up her work again

after the way I abused her.

She has a truly soaring spirit.

Who would think a little thing like this could fly so high?

[groaning]

[Jacqueline] Reverend mother postponed making any decision

until our mother provincial's visit.

For the next few days, we all walked on eggshells.

Oh, sister.

For a second I thought your balloon was Sister Bertrille.

You did?

It works.

Pedro.

What works?

Miguel.

Come on now, what are you up to?

Pedro?

Now look, boys,

if this has anything to do with Sister Bertrille,

she has a big problem right now.

[Miguel] We know.

Señor Ramirez is organizing a protest march.

A what?

But I have planned a magnificent strategy.

Phase 1: The children.

Phase 2: I will call everybody in town.

All the people who love her.

They all be at mass on Sunday.

Phase 3:

I will personally talk to the mother provincial.

Phase 4--

Sister Bertrille gets shipped out on the first boat.

Are you sure?

The reverend mother is still on the fence.

If you stage this protest march,

it'll turn into a bon voyage party.

But I just can't sit here without doing anything.

They also serve-- I know. I know.

Miss Fernandez, please get...

Don't get me anybody.

I always look forward to visiting San Tanco.

It's so restful here.

[bell tolling]

Sister Bertrille?

Isn't that the novice you wrote to me about?

Uh, yes, uh, she is the one.

Shall we go on, mother provincial?

Mother plaseato, you said the townspeople never came to mass.

It's a rather sudden development.

Good morning, reverend mother.

Good morning.

Well, since Sister Bertrille's been here,

well, I've seen the light.

I see.

Sister Bertrille, well, we love her.

Sister Bertrille, well, she sort of,

uh, showed me the odds, you know.

Uh, of course.

This is very impressive.

Uh, yes.

And I think I know the one who has arranged the impression.

Oh, reverend mother, allow me to explain--

please, do not bother, Señor.

It is quite obvious that you are the one

who instigated all of this.

Oh, I was going to, but I didn't.

It's true, reverend mother, I was there.

It seems to have started a grassroots movement in spite of us.

I guess this is not the kind of feeling

that you can start or stop, reverend mother.

Where is Sister Bertrille?

She's in her room.

Mother provincial, would you excuse me for just a moment?

Thank you.

[birds chirping]

[knocking on door]

Yes.

Sister Bertrille?

Yes, reverend mother.

Why are you not at mass?

I went to early mass in town. I...

I wanted to get started packing.

Come with me.

There are all kinds of sounds in this wonderful world.

Surely, the most beautiful is the sound of love.

Sometimes we try not to hear it.

I do not know why.

Perhaps it's fear or foolishness.

A few moments ago,

I heard the sound more clearly

than I have ever heard it before.

And I think

that you had better unpack.

Welcome to San Tanco.

Oh, reverend mother!

Oh, forgive me. I'm just so happy.

I'm so happy that I could--

you're so happy that you could...

You go ahead.

And with my blessing.

♪ Who needs wings to fly ♪

♪ certainly not I ♪

♪ I prefer to take up on the breeze ♪

♪ follow any swallow ♪

♪ that may please my fancy ♪

♪ I just close my eyes ♪

♪ tiptoe through the skies ♪

♪ long as there's a habit ♪

♪ standing by ♪

♪ who needs things like wings ♪

♪ to fly? ♪

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