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[barking]

[Jacqueline] The heat waves that occasionally invade

the island of Puerto Rico are fortunately

few and far between.

But one particular hot spell will linger long

in the memories of the sisters at the convent San Tanco.

Do you think it would be selfish

if I prayed tonight for a cool breeze?

Not if you prayed for it to blow on everyone.

[all] Reverend mother, reverend mother.

[Reverend Mother] Please, please.

Sit down.

I have bad news.

Air conditioners are out of the question this year.

[Marguerita] Oh, not even one

for the dispensary, reverend mother?

The patients are so uncomfortable.

They would be more uncomfortable without medicine.

That is our choice.

Now then, Sister Marguerita, would you please pass these out?

I have, uh, made out a special class schedule,

for use during the hot spell.

Where is Sister Bertrille?

[object crashing]

[glass breaking] Sister Bertrille.

Oh, uh, sorry, reverend mother, but we dropped it.

Obviously.

What are those things?

Air conditioners. And there's 2 more in the truck.

[nuns chattering]

It's really a lucky break,

but you know, little Jesus Perez,

well, his father works for Carlos Ramirez,

and he told me that the casino

was--was, uh, installing new air conditioners.

And I figured if they were installing new ones, they must be old ones.

Sister Bertrille, come in here, immediately.

Yes, reverend mother.

[speaks Spanish]

Sister Bertrille,

Carlos Ramirez is a man of questionable character.

I do not like the idea of the convent San Tanco

being continually in his debt.

Those air conditioners

will be used in the dispensary

and the 3 hottest classrooms.

[nuns cheering]

[Jacqueline] Although the official forecast

was for cooler temperatures,

Señor Ramirez's assistant, Pedro,

had heard other predictions.

The arrival of Rufus Morgan's yacht

convinced him that the big heat was just arriving.

[exclaims]

There's a lagoon 5 miles up the coast

where the water is as blue-green

as your eyes.

All right, Carlos. But I have to be home early.

Oh, as early as you wish.

We are just going to swim a little,

eat a little supper, drink a little wine.

Let's go.

Señor Ramirez, they are here.

Oh, later, Pedro. We are going to the beach.

Then could I please have my next month's salary in advance?

What are you talking about?

I told you, I told you. But you wouldn't listen.

It's no rumor. Morgan's men.

They're in San Juan, Señor.

And they're coming to see you.

In San Juan? Now?

Who's Morgan?

You don't know about Morgan?

You know about Al Capone?

Morgan is bigger and meaner.

And he wants this casino.

Oh, Señor, why didn't you listen when I warned you?

Quiet, Pedro, you make me nervous.

Morgan's men are coming to steal your casino

and I make you nervous?

If organized crime is trying to muscle in on a legitimate business,

you should tell the Attorney General.

She went to college.

Señor, you must do something.

I will not sell.

They will not get my casino.

[knocking on door]

It is them. I will say you are not in.

Let them in.

Hi. Hi, there.

Sister Bertrille, we have no more air conditioners,

and at the moment, I am very busy.

Oh, that's Ok. This will only take a minute.

I have to be back in time for vespers.

Señor, they will be here any minute.

How do you do? My name is Sister Bertrille.

Glad to meet you, sister. I'm Doris Finch.

I am in a great rush.

What do you want?

Oh, right. Uh, the reverend mother wishes me to express

her personal thanks for your generous gift.

It was nothing, sister. I was glad to do it. Thank you for coming.

What's the matter with Pedro?

It is my stomach. A little distress. Goodbye, sister.

You ought to come to the dispensary with me.

Sister Marguerita's just marvelous with stomachs.

I think you ought to come, too.

Maybe we will, later. Would you please excuse us?

Thanks again, Carlos.

And if there's ever anything we can do for you... Thank you.

You might say a novena. I think Señor Ramirez is going to need it.

Sure, I'll start tonight. Goodbye, Miss Finch. Very nice meeting you.

Oh, Sister Bertrille. What?

Would you really like to repay me for the air conditioners?

Oh, sure. I'll get all the sisters, and we'll all say a novena for you.

Oh, no, no, no. I have something a little more,

um, tangible in mind.

Señor, on the honor of my mother, they are coming.

Quiet, Pedro. I think I have the solution to our problem.

Carlos, I can't pay you any money,

I told you that this... No, no, no, no.

This has nothing to do with money.

It's just a little, uh, paper transaction for a few days.

Sister, I'm going to give you a chance to do me a great service.

♪[music playing]

Yes, gentlemen? May I help you?

We want to see the manager.

'Course, gentlemen. Come right in.

[Pedro] This is Sister Bertrille of the convent San Tanco.

The kind sisters are now the owners of Casino Carlos.

The convent San Tanco owns

Señor Ramirez Casino and Discotheque?

Explain yourself, Sister Bertrille.

Well, reverend mother, it's just for a few days.

Just until the heat's off.

And what does the hot spell have to do with this?

No. I mean just until Morgan's men are gone.

You see, they're trying to muscle in on Señor Ramirez's territory.

Sister Bertrille, in one moment,

I am going to have to send for

Sister Sixto's dictionary of American slang.

Now, what are you talking about?

Reverend mother, it's really very simple.

Then try to explain it in simple English.

Yes, Ok. Uh, now, reverend mother, uh, uh, Morgan is a mobster.

A what?

Uh, uh, a gangster, a racketeer, and he'll do anything

to get a hold of Señor Ramirez's casino.

Why, he might even rub him out.

Uh, I mean-- I mean, use violence.

So, Señor Ramirez asked me

if we would take over the ownership of the casino for a few days

while he took a powder.

What? I mean,

I'm sorry, while he left.

Morgan can't very well put the squeeze on us.

The--the... I mean, threaten us.

So when he finds out that we own,

the convent owns the casino,

then he'll just leave.

And Señor Ramirez will come back,

and we'll give the business back to him and everything will be fine.

Do you understand, reverend mother?

Yes. And it's out of the question.

But reverend mother,

this is a matter of life and death.

It's a matter of your having seen too many gangster films.

But, reverend mother, don't you think it's better

if--if the convent owns the casino for a few days

rather than having some--some criminals get control of it?

Criminals?

Oh, now really, Sister Bertrille.

But I saw them.

And they told you that they were criminals?

No, Señor Ramirez told me before they came in.

Sister Bertrille, did they threaten you?

Oh, no.

They don't work that way anymore.

Sister Bertrille, I think that you would do well

to spend some time in chapel.

And while you're there,

you might pray for a less vivid imagination.

[knocking on door]

Come in.

Reverend mother, there are 2 men here to see you.

Uh-huh. 2 men. Do they have straw hats on?

Yes.

They wish to see you.

I knew it. I knew it. It's them.

Don't let them in. Don't let them in.

Thank you, Sister Ana. I will see the gentlemen.

You are excused, Sister Bertrille.

But, reverend...

Yes, reverend mother.

You may go in now.

Shouldn't you be watching the tables, sister?

Uh, what was it that you wished to see me about?

Well, uh, well, Ma'am,

we were told that you own the Casino Carlos. Is that true?

And, uh, what concern would that be of yours?

Now, we're not of the same persuasion, Ma'am,

but any respectable person would be shocked at the idea

of a convent running a gambling house.

You know what I mean?

[Reverend Mother] I shall take note of your feelings.

Is there anything else?

Hey, Bart, we're being watched.

I beg your pardon.

The little nun. She's spying on us.

Gentlemen, I am rather busy and if you have nothing further to add...

[Remick] Oh, but we do, Ma'am. We do.

Uh, one of our associates, Mr. Morgan,

you may have heard of him,

is willing to take the place off your hands at a handsome price.

We're authorized to make you the same generous offer

as we were going to make to Mr. Ramirez, you know what I mean?

[phone ringing]

Excuse me.

Hello.

Yes, of course I am all right.

Sister Bertrille,

I suggest that you do what I advised you to do immediately.

Call the police?

She's calling the cops.

Sister Bertrille, please.

[Martin] We're going, Ma'am. We're going.

You will think about our offer?

[nuns exclaiming]

[Jacqueline] The failure of his emissaries

to successfully conclude negotiations,

left Mr. Morgan only one alternative,

he decided to handle the situation himself.

Watch where you're walking.

What's all the excitement about?

It's only a straight pin.

Don't, dumb-dumb.

You want to throw my good luck away?

So far it is all right, Señor.

When they saw Sister Bertrille,

they left, and I have not seen them since.

I'm Morgan. Where's Ramirez?

I am sorry.

Señor Ramirez does not own the casino any longer.

I've heard all that. I still want to see him. Where is he?

No one knows, Señor.

Who is there?

He's left the island.

He gave up all his worldly possessions

and retired to live a life of religious contemplation.

Excuse me, Señor. The phone.

No, Señor, we have no openings for croupiers at the moment.

He's a nut.

All right, Pedro. I'll try to accept that for the time being.

Ramirez can't be found.

Right now, me and the boys are going to play a little cards.

What's the house limit?

200, Señor.

Too low. Up it to a thousand.

I cannot, Señor.

It is the house rule.

I do not have the authority.

Then you find somebody who does. I don't play for pennies.

The holy sisters, they are the only ones,

they would be asleep at this hour.

Are you telling me they own this place and they don't watch the action?

What are you handing me, Pedro?

I want to see one of these new owners right now.

But it is late. Now!

But that's impossible.

Uh, we're all in bed.

Well, well, tell them you're in charge.

Oh, they're getting suspicious, huh?

Well, let them get suspicious. What can they do about it?

They are asleep, the sisters.

What are you going to do about it?

Oh.

That's what you're going to do about it.

Sister.

I'll be there as quick as I can.

Uh, good evening, gentlemen.

I understand you wanted to see me.

Pedro, you've got to be kidding.

She isn't old enough to get in this place legally, much less own it.

I'm old enough to have you thrown out of here, Mr. Morgan,

if, uh, if you try and make any trouble.

[Morgan] Hey, a tough nun.

That's a new one.

Ok, sister,

I want to play cards and I want the limit raised.

How about it?

Um, what do you think, Pedro?

Never mind Pedro, you're supposed to be the boss.

Oh, right. Well, um, the house rules will remain the same

as when Señor Ramirez was here.

All right. We'll stick to that.

I saw a table stakes-poker game out there, right?

[Pedro] Si, Señor.

The house takes 10% of every pot.

Not in my game.

I want to play against the house.

And I want her to sit in.

I'm sorry, but the house rules don't permit--

boys, I think we're being conned.

Maybe you'd better have a little talk with Pedro here privately.

Now you leave him alone.

I won't lay a finger on him.

I'm a sagittarius. We never use violence.

Sister Bertrille.

Remick and Martin though, they're Leos. Very physical.

Well, uh, Mr. Morgan, uh,

I'll play.

Good. Let's get going, boys.

Can't fight the stars, you know?

Does he really believe in all that stuff?

They say he is very superstitious.

Sister, do you know how to play poker?

Well, sure.

Uh, 5 cards of the same color makes a straight, right?

[door closing]

[people chattering]

Ace 10 is still high.

What do you say, sister?

Do I have to say something?

I mean, do you want to bet?

Oh. Oh.

Ok. I, um,

I'll bet, um, 2 of these.

Hey, boss. You got a bug on you.

Don't touch that. It's a lady bug.

It's good luck.

Well, look at that.

You stick around, lady bug.

I guess I'm going to have to bump you, sister.

All of those?

Um, hearts.

How many make a flush? 2, 3, 4...

Just one more.

Oh.

[Joe] What do you say, cy? You in?

[Cy] I'm in.

What about you, Mike? [Mike] I'm in.

Morgan has 4 hearts showing and he just raised a bundle.

Sister Bertrille, she has 3 queens up.

3 queens?

Well, she has to call him.

Come on, Carlos. Let's go for a swim.

Not now. This is important.

Well, I'm important, too.

At least that's what you've been saying for the last 2 weeks.

She what?

She dropped out.

Well, so have I.

My 3 queens wouldn't have beaten your flush anyway.

[Morgan] What makes you think I had a flush?

2 little old fives.

But you lied.

Bluffed, sister, bluffed.

That's the name of the game.

How do you like that clown, Ramirez?

A couple of more hours playing head to head with sister wide eyes here

and I'll take this casino over the easy way.

What do you mean?

I mean, sister, you're a pretty lousy poker player,

therefore, I'm going to bust the joint.

Now, deal.

Jacks or better.

Candy from a baby.

Well, I can open for 1 yellow,

and 2 blues.

Raise.

Call and bump a "g".

Isn't that an awful lot to bet?

Table stakes, sister, remember? No limit.

Oh, yes, well, if those are the rules...

Ok, um, I'll take 2.

Hold it. You haven't called the raise yet.

Oh, that's right. Bet first, cards later.

I'll raise again.

[chips clatter]

Oh, Señor, what they are doing to that poor sister.

She's caught in the middle, raise, re-raise.

Cant you see what she's got?

No, Señor. She is playing her cards close to her...

Her habit.

I'll just call the raise.

Ok, sister, you wanted 2 cards, right?

Um, on second thought, I'll just play these.

What? You said you wanted 2.

I changed my mind. I'll just play these.

Now, let's see.

You say I can bet as much as you all have on the table, right?

Ok.

[chips clattering]

[Bertrille] Well,

looks like I have a guest.

Never mind, never mind. It's all yours.

Gee. Thank you.

Just a minute.

If I could see your openers, if you don't mind?

Oh, Ok.

That's all you had? A pair of jacks?

That's all you need to open, isn't it? Jacks or better?

Coffee-housed. By a nun yet.

If I thought you knew what you were doing...

It's just lady luck.

Don't you gamblers say she's awfully fickle?

Come on, boys, let's get out of here.

I can't believe it, Señor.

She did it.

She won almost everything back.

Such a beautiful bluff,

it would warm your heart, Señor.

Oh, you should have seen that look on Morgan's face,

such a sickness belongs in a hospital.

I tell you, Señor, I still cannot believe it.

[Carlos] That's because you have no imagination, my friend.

Just relax.

Everything is working out just the way I planned it.

[Morgan] Well, I'm glad to know that, Ramirez.

Nothing like a little religious contemplation

to help work things out, huh?

Ramirez? Ramirez?

Ramirez?

And to think I was just about to leave

this lovely island and miss all the fun.

Sister.

Sister Bertrille.

Wake up.

I raise.

The game is over, sister.

Everything is over.

Oh, I'm so glad to hear it.

Boy, I wasn't cut out for this kind of work.

What's the matter, Pedro?

Morgan knows everything.

He heard me talking with Señor Ramirez on the phone.

And that is that.

Oh, brother.

Oh, sister.

What do you think Morgan will do?

Really?

That bad?

Worse.

Oh, there must be some way out of this mess.

I wish there were, sister.

But you saw how he is.

Oh, yes.

Rough, tough and superstitious.

Maybe if I could talk to him alone,

kind of reason with him.

You can't even get to him.

He is always surrounded.

Even his boat is like a fortress,

guards all around, on the dock,

on the deck, everywhere.

Sister, it is impossible.

Pedro, as we say in the trade,

don't make book on it.

Mr. Morgan!

[Bertrille] Mr. Moran!

Are you down there, Mr. Morgan?

Mr. Morgan!

Oh, I'm sorry to wake you, but it's important.

Who are you?

I'm Sister Bertrille.

I played cards with you last evening, remember?

You get away from here.

You're not real.

Yes, I am. You want to touch me?

No! It's just a bad dream. That's what it is. I'm dreaming.

What I want is, I want to ask you to kind of go easy on Señor Ramirez.

You see, he's been very kind to us

and we wouldn't want to see anything terrible happen to him,

so, please, couldn't you just leave him alone?

[stammers] This is an omen.

You're some kind of sign.

You're--you're some kind of warning, aren't you?

Oh, well, you could put it that way.

Remick? Martin? Remick? Martin?

[wind blowing]

Remick, Martin, get this tub moving.

We're moving out of here right now.

Bon voyage, Mr. Morgan, smooth sailing.

No, uh, monsignor.

We did not e-exactly own it.

We, uh, we were, uh, holding it for a few days.

Of course, I take full responsibility.

I never should have permitted it.

I beg your pardon?

Oh, well, no, monsignor.

I, uh, I do not know.

You--you see, I've never played the game.

Yes, o-of course, sir.

Just one moment, please.

Uh, Monsignor Shanahan from Miami

wishes to know how you coffee-housed

Rufus Morgan.

Oh, really?

[clears throat]

Monsignor?

Hello, this is Sister Bertrille.

Well, I'll tell you.

I was dealt a pair of jacks, you know?

And, uh, Morgan was the first one to raise.

So I figured he must have openers or better, you know.

Or else he was bluffing.

So I figured I'd keep a kicker--

a kicker, just in case 'cause if he...

[chattering]

[end credits]

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