The Singing Nun (1966) Movie Script

Are you hurt, Sister?

It's a miracle we weren't both killed.

Couldn't you see me, Sister?

Oh, yes, I-- Of course--

Are you all right?

I had the right of way, Sister. I was coming

right down the center of the road.

Right down the center, in plain sight.

You just couldn't miss me.

I almost didn't.

-Oh, thank you.

-Are you sure you're all right?

Oh, yes.

Oh, I'm all right.

I just hope the scooter's all right.

You see, we all drive it at the convent.

What a world.

The last thing I expected to see

coming at me is a nun on a scooter.

What kind of nuns are they making

at that convent nowadays?

Hard-headed ones, thank God.

Oh, my.

Go on, here.

I know. Who wants that? There you are.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Oh, dear.

There's someone at the door!

-I'll go.

-1 hope it's Father Clementi with more paint.

I have to attend to everything.

I can't be two places at once.

-I'm getting it--

-Don't bother.

I was only peeling potatoes for stew.

-Nothing to do but answer doorbells.

-Well, as long as you're not busy.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I thought this was out of order.

Oh, no.

It worked perfectly with every pull.

I'm Sister Ann.

Oh, yes. I'm Sister Cluny.

We were expecting you earlier.

I'm a little late. I came on the scooter.

I put it under the shed outside.

Oh, I'm sorry.

That, uh--?

That is part of your effects?

Sister Adele's in here. My guitar.

-Guitar?

-Yes, Sister.

I would suggest the best place for her

is in the music closet.

I'll take good care of her.

What's that funny smell?

It's either fresh paint or my stew.

Well, let's hope it's the fresh paint.

Sister Ann, welcome.

Oh, my dear child.

Welcome to Samaritan House.

Thank you, Mother.

I'm so happy to be here.

You must be tired after your trip.

And hungry too, I imagine.

I was beginning to worry about you.

You are a little late.

I know, but I was riding along

pretty fast on the scooter...

...when this barge captain whistled at me.

The boat whistled.

This farmer in a cart

landing on my head...

...and these cobblestone streets,

I'm still bouncing.

Well, anyway, you are here.

Did you have any difficulty in finding us?

No, but when I turned the corner,

I thought I had the wrong address.

The streets are so-- And the people.

We know.

That's why this is the ideal spot for us,

don't you think?

Of course, Mother. I just hadn't pictured it

as quite this ideal.

-I'm glad you brought your guitar.

-I'll put it away.

No, Sister Cluny. It's quite allowable

for Sister Ann to keep it with her.

She won't be a nuisance, Sister.

-Sister Ann.

-Sister Elise.

We wondered when you'd be here.

You're usually early.

-I'm a little late--

-Sister Ann.

Sister Brigitte.

Sister Mary.

Sister Ann.

Oh, this is a fine reunion.

It's so good to see you.

-Guess how I got here?

-How?

-l was permitted to borrow the scooter.

-No.

-Not really?

-It turned out to be quite an adventure.

This is going to be the community hall

when it's finished.

All this?

- It's enormous.

- We have all our meals here too.

And it'll be for dances

and meetings and--

- And singing and parties.

- For all the neighborhood people.

Father Clementi promised to make us some

chairs and whatever else we need here.

He's a wonderful carpenter.

Chairs?

Oh, we could put six along that wall

and four over there and--

Oh, I'm sorry, I get carried away.

I'll have the curtains ready in a day or so.

When we're finished,

this place won't look so empty.

Empty? Oh, I don't think it looks empty.

I think it looks wonderful.

And if we just move the piano over there--

I'll give it a push.

You see what I mean.

Would you like to see

the rest of the house now?

I'd love to.

-I'm being taken on a tour of inspection.

-Good.

Start with the kitchen.

You'll be spending your time there.

I don't mind.

Well, what do you think of her,

Sister Cluny?

Talks a lot.

She has a natural enthusiasm.

It may be just what we need around here.

We need workers, Mother,

not enthusiastic guitar players.

-The guitar goes where she goes.

-A personal possession?

A material remembrance of her past life?

Is this part of our liberalization too?

-Yes, and I think for the better.

-Maybe.

Why, she ever came here unaccompanied,

on a scooter.

Her true and greatest protector

was still with her.

Why, I hoped they'd send us

a more mature sister.

Ah, but we need our young nuns,

Sister Cluny.

They come to us fresh

from their tranquil convents...

...and still fired with their ambition

to become missionaries.

Eager, hopeful and--

Well, yes, I must admit it, inexperienced.

They're like girls

graduating from school into the world.

And their training here won't be easy.

Some of their bright dreams

of becoming missionaries may fade...

...in the harsh reality of hard work.

Some of them may even fail us...

...or we may fail them.

But those that go on, Sister Cluny,

they will be nuns.

I still say this brand-new one doesn't seem

to have any special skills...

...except playing that guitar.

Don't be too hard on that guitar.

It belonged to her father.

And she was a very little girl

during the dreadful war years when he--

Well, the guitar is really the only family

she's ever known.

It's going to get noisy around here.

- Good afternoon.

Oh, Father Clementi.

I was hoping to run into you.

Mr. Messeraux asked me to tell you

that barrel of flour for the sisters...

-...will be sent from the bakery tomorrow.

-Oh, thank you.

They're grateful for any help.

And the merchants in this neighborhood

have been so kind.

-Oh, we're happy to be able to help, Father.

-Well, we appreciate it. Thank you again.

Yes, Mr. Muller, I'm afraid we've run out

of paint for the walls.

What was the last color I gave you?

-Beige.

-How are you, Mrs. Muller?

-Marvelous.

No, two gallons, please.

Anything else, Father?

Well, we could use a pound

of tenpenny nails.

Tenpenny nails. Mm-hm.

And I need another pot of glue

for those chairs I am finishing.

Pot of glue.

There you are.

Oh, and some steel wool

to hand rub a pulpit for the choir.

Oh, some steel wool.

Yes, Father.

Oh, good.

-Anything else, Father?

-No, that will do it.

How much is all that, huh?

I hate to charge the nuns

for things they need.

Why, thank you.

That's more than generous.

I wish I could do something for you

in return.

Father, if you ever have a free moment,

I do need shelves next to my stove.

It's a bargain. I'll have them finished,

put them up for you...

...by Saturday morning, all right?

Thank you again, so much.

Forget something?

The sisters mentioned a few hooks

for the closets.

I'm sorry. I'm getting so forgetful.

Next time, I'll make a list. All right?

Yes, hooks.

How many?

A dozen?

Lead us not into temptation but--

I've forgotten "deliver us from evil."

I have it.

Good.

All right.

Deliver us from evil.

Oh, I did it again.

And we are minus a cup.

Oh, well, never mind. I'll consider it mine

and drink out of the saucer.

There's no need to worry.

They will understand you.

My music should give me a good ear...

...but I suppose I'm so happy to be here,

I'm just not thinking.

Can you imagine how excited I will be

if someday we are sent to Africa?

You must not expect a Garden of Eden.

It is burning hot there and so poor.

Don't you want to go?

Of course I want to go, Sister.

But more than that, I want you to go.

And learn how my people sing the Mass.

But first we must learn to live here.

"Eat as those around you eat.

Share their suffering, share their poverty

and your love of God."

That's what Saint Dominic said.

No use hiding the evidence.

Sister Cluny counts the china every night,

instead of sheep.

Well, she does?

Sisters, Father Clementi is here.

Wait till you see the harvest

he's reaped for us.

Father Clementi!

Oh, wonderful.

Nails, glue, paints,

and hooks for the closets.

-Thank God.

-And wonderful.

The Mullers were so generous...

...I promised to make shelves

Mrs. Muller's been needing.

Here, I'll take it out of your way.

Excuse me.

It goes to my workroom.

Well, Sister.

I haven't seen you before, have I?

Let me guess. Ah!

I have it. You are our latest

and very welcome addition.

Sister-- No, Sister Mary, don't tell me.

-Sister Ann, am I right?

-Yes, Father.

And I am Father Clementi of this parish.

Here, let me get rid of this.

Now I can welcome you properly.

I assure you, you are most welcome,

Sister Ann.

I'm most fortunate to be here, Father.

She brought a guitar.

Oh, wonderful!

For our recreation hour,

we always have a little music here.

Up to now, just the best we could do

with a piano, but a guitar?

That will add spice

to our familiar "Brother John."

-Will you get your guitar and join us, Sister?

-Of course, Father.

Now we have an orchestra.

-1 always do the piano, Father.

-Of course. Of course.

-And beautifully.

-Thank you.

Ah. Just in time

for our evening concert, Mother.

I never miss it.

Don't tell me you've never noticed

my fine alto, Father.

Have you an E, Sister Cluny?

No, you have to get along with an A.

Are you ready?

There's a smile on your face

Brother John

There's a smile upon your face

Brother John

When there's a smile upon your face

Then the world's a happy place

When you wear a gloomy frown

The world comes tumbling down

Won't you smile for us all, Brother John?

-Brother John

When there's a smile upon your face

The world's a happy place

Won't you smile for us all, Brother John?

-Brother John

When there's a smile upon your face

The world's a happy place

Won't you smile for us all, Brother--2?

Well, what happened?

Why did we all stop?

You sing very well, Sister!

I say my prayers with my guitar, Father.

Well, compared to you,

I'm a croaking frog.

Do you mind singing a little prayer

without the frog?

You tell them about "Sister Adele."

Oh, yes, please.

Sit down, Sister.

Thank you, Father.

I will sing of Adelita

I will sing of Sister Adele

‘Twas never a servant so faithful

She wants but to serve the Lord well

Adele is my dear companion

Together we've traveled so far

Together we sing as we worship

Adele is my Spanish guitar

Though you're only a wooden guitar

And so humbly the music you play

If there's love in your heart

Wherever you are

The Lord will not turn you away

And so together

We'll sing his praise

And the music the Lord shall hear

We'll tell his glory in a thousand ways

And we'll plead for his love so dear

That was marvelous.

Mother Prioress, is this liberalization?

Make a joyful noise unto the Lord.

Come before his presence with singing.

Come on, kick it!

Kick it! Get it!

Come on, kick it!

Come on, kick!

-Come on.

-Come on, let's go.

Come on.

You kicked me.

My foot missed the ball.

No, your aim was perfect

and you hurt my shin.

Why don't you wear stockings?

I do.

You can't play soccer in long skirts.

Why do you wear long skirts?

The same reason you wear stockings,

to keep my legs warm.

Oh, no, no, no, you don't. Mm-mm.

I want to talk to you.

Now.

You don't look like a young man

who would kick anybody.

Why did you?

I wanna get back to the game.

Oh, oh, you don't.

-What's your name?

-Dominic. Dominic Arlien.

Oh, I'm surprised you won't answer me...

...because you're named after

a very great man, Saint Dominic.

-Would he have answered you?

-He would.

And he never would have kicked me.

You two gonna play or not?

- I'm wounded.

- Come on.

Mothers are here.

Time to go, boys and girls.

Mothers are here.

Hey.

Well, time to go.

Mothers are here.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Bye-bye.

Dominic?

Your mother did not come for you?

I-- I haven't got a mother.

I haven't either.

-You haven't?

-No.

Well...

...maybe you don't need a mother

anymore.

-Do you need one, Dominic?

-Uh-uh.

I'm a good fighter. I don't need anybody.

Somebody may need you though.

-Who?

-A lot of people.

They don't like me. They're afraid of me.

Maybe you don't give them a chance.

First, you have to start by liking them.

And then their liking you

will come as easy as anything.

Who cares? I could lick you.

What muscles!

With all that power,

you could be a real leader.

Once a boy named Dominic

To whom I sing this song

Kicked someone in the shins

And knew that he had done wrong

Now if this boy named Dominic

Ever tries another whack

He's going to be sorry

When that someone kicks him back

But he wasn't really a bad boy

And he grew up big and strong

And he fought for all the good things

Instead of the things that were wrong

If this boy was really sorry

This could end up a true story

-You made that up.

-That's right.

I made it up for you.

Dommie?

Dominic!

-That's my sister. I gotta go now.

-Run along, Dominic.

-l kicked you on purpose.

-1 know.

-Hurry up, Dom!

-Oh, Nicole!

Tuck your shirt in.

Are you ready to go?

I'm Sister Ann, Nicole.

We're very happy having Dominic here.

I wonder if you heard we're going to have

young people's dances every Saturday?

Why, no, I didn't.

We hope you'll come and bring an escort.

I can't. I work Saturdays.

What a shame.

What sort of work do you do, Nicole?

I'm a maid. These people entertain a lot.

We have to go now, Dominic.

Say goodbye.

Bye, Sister.

Can we finish the game tomorrow?

Of course. See you tomorrow, Dominic.

Goodbye, Nicole.

It's too bad you didn't come earlier, Father.

We could've used a good goalie.

Oh, I went to see a fellow I know

who works for Primavera Records in Ghent.

Records we could play at our dances,

Father, if we had a juke box?

This time, it was the other way around,

Sister. I wasn't taking, I was giving...

...giving them a chance

to make a recording of you.

-Of me?

-Yes.

Why, they probably expect and I--

What did you tell them?

Not them.

I just talked to my friend for a while.

Well, give or take an hour or so.

And he more or less gave in.

How do you feel about it?

Well, I don't know.

I only sing hymns, my own thoughts.

-Besides, Mother Prioress wouldn't allow it.

-She did.

Truly now, Sister,

I've given this a great deal of thought.

Oh, the record will only be sent

to convents, you see?

So that sisters all over the world

can find joy in your songs.

But I'm so busy here...

...and the time it takes

to ride back and forth to Ghent--

Oh, all right.

-When?

-Tomorrow.

Oh, no.

-It'll be just another minute, Father.

-Thank you.

It won't be long now, Sisters.

But when she took her drums,

I hoped I never saw her again.

-Hello there.

-Hello.

Would you like a cigarette?

No, thank you.

What's the name of your act?

Our act?

Oh, what's the name of yours?

We're the Mexican Marauders.

Oh, we're the Dominican Desperadoes.

-Cute.

-Sisters.

Thank you.

I will see you later.

Mr. Gerarde will see us now.

Sorry to have kept you

and the sisters waiting.

I might've known a high-pressure

character like you would be ahead of time.

No apology needed, Robert.

We are deeply grateful for your kindness.

Think nothing of it.

I've arranged to put you in Studio B.

Right this way.

-Where are you taking the jukebox, boys?

-To the storeroom.

Is it out of order?

No, we just don't need it anymore.

Studio B is to the left.

Give me an idea of how many records

you'll need for the convent.

-As a guess, a thousand.

-A thousand.

And upwards.

Here we are.

-Not very large, I'm afraid.

-Oh, it's large enough.

Imagine, Mr. Gerarde, if we had had

these facilities at the conservatory.

Paris Conservatory. Lucienne.

Sister Ann, Robert.

Five years ago, I lost track of you.

-How do you want this, Mr. Gerarde?

-Tape it.

We studied at the conservatory together.

She graduated, I quit.

If I saw you on the street,

I wouldn't recognize you--

I know.

You cannot tell one nun from another.

But it's easy.

This is Sister Michele, Sister Mary,

Sister Ann.

Sister Ann? Good Lord.

Exactly.

-You'd better lower that all you can.

-Yes, sir.

Emile, be sure of the balance on this.

I promised Father Clementi a perfect job.

Right.

Adele, you're looking well.

Sister Adele now, Robert.

-You got her too, did you, Father?

-She's a very devout guitar.

She never told you about the night

she spent in a pawnshop...

-...to pay for my fine when I was arrested.

-She does not tattle.

And he'd only been speeding, Father.

Usually he was a very hardworking

music student.

What do you do here, Robert?

Mr. Duvries and I are partners.

I suppose I'm an executive.

Sounds impressive, but what do you do?

This and that. Discover new talent,

shape and groom their careers.

Make sure their affection

for Primavera Records is deathless.

-And legally binding?

-Both ways, Father.

-We're all set here, Mr. Gerarde.

-Fine.

-Father, won't you be seated over there?

-Thank you.

What will you sing, Sister Ann?

-A little hymn. Sister Michele.

-Thank you.

A little hymn?

All Sister Ann's songs are like prayers.

Well, I really must be leaving. Back to--

Emile will take good care of you.

Good luck on your hymn.

Thank you, Robert.

-Sister.

-Thank you, Sister Mary.

Could I hear a few bars?

Far beyond the stars

That's fine, thank you.

Far beyond the stars

My soul is longing to go

There beyond the sun

To a better place I know

Through the darkest night

I can see the heavenly glow

-Far away

Beyond the stars

-Far away

Beyond the stars

Time ages of time

Yet is my time, so dear

The bells hasten to chime

Warning the hour is near

The road leads far away

And soon the days disappear

And I sing hallelujah

Unto him

Alleluia

Far beyond the stars

My soul is longing to go

There beyond the sun

To a better place I know

Through the darkest night

I can see the heavenly glow

-Far away

Beyond the stars

-Far away

Beyond the stars

Yeah

Love that baby, yeah

Oh, that baby

Baby, you're all mine

She's my baby, yeah

Love that baby, yeah

Oh, that baby

Gerarde, one moment, please?

Gerarde, we need Studio B

and it's full of nuns.

They should be through by now, Duvries.

Let's see.

There beyond the sun

To a better place I know

Through the darkest night

I can see the heavenly glow

Far away

Beyond the stars

Far away

Beyond the stars

Not bad for a nun.

Not bad at all. Perfect, Sisters.

Is that all?

-That is all.

-Thank you.

Well, Robert? I didn't oversell her, did I?

You have a job as manager

if you ever decide to take off that collar.

Sorry. It's nailed on. Heh-heh.

And you, you were absolutely--

What can I say?

I'm so happy you liked our little hymn,

Robert.

- Liked it? Emile, we'll do another.

- Right.

-Another?

-Yes.

-You have something else?

-Yes, Robert.

May I see?

Here you are.

That's not what sleeves are for.

Here.

I didn't know you had a pocket

in that dress.

I have one here and another here.

This is for my prayer book

and my other rosary, see?

You could hide a lot of stuff in there,

couldn't you?

Certainly could.

I only got room for my bottle tops

and corks.

-No room for the rosary?

-1 don't need one.

Oh, I do.

-I count the beads when I say my prayers.

-You could count in your head.

Oh, I say so many, I might get mixed up.

You're not very smart, are you, Sister?

Not very.

Come on.

Here it is.

Hello, Papa.

Who's this?

I'm Sister Ann from Samaritan House,

Mr. Arlien.

Well, he's a big boy.

He doesn't need to be walked home.

Usually Nicole is with him.

She didn't come for him today.

You can never tell about her.

Aren't you gonna let Sister in, Papa?

Well, if she wants to.

The place doesn't look like much,

but with Nicole out working all hours...

...and with me not feeling up to it,

what do you expect?

I understand, but that should not

stop us from having a visit.

Well, I was just gonna go down

to the corner.

-You mind if I stay? Nicole may possibly--

-No, no, that's quite all right.

That's quite--

You just make yourself at home.

Papa goes to the corner

when he feels terrible.

Hey, look, another cork.

-You wanna see my room?

-Yes.

This is Papa's room. Now, come with me.

Nicole and I sleep here.

This is Nicole's bed and this is mine.

Oh, dear.

I tell you what we'll do. Uh....

Let's surprise Nicole

and straighten things up for her. Hm?

You take the blankets

and the sheets off the bed...

...and then we'll make them up.

I'll pick up her things.

What's the use?

They only get messed up again at night.

But you sleep better without the lumps.

Men don't make beds.

Soldiers do in the army.

Bed-making time.

Resting time.

You can't get by that easily. Let's go.

Nicole's gonna be home any minute.

Come on.

All right.

Dommie? You home?

Uh-huh.

Good.

Dominic, you stay here

and go on working.

I'll keep her in the other room. Hm?

All right.

Papa go out?

Nicole?

What are you doing here?

I came home with Dominic.

We wanted to surprise you

and straighten your room.

I found these.

You--

-You snooping-- You--

-I'm sorry.

-No, I'm glad. I'll have an opportunity--

-You showed them to Dommie?

Of course not, Nicole.

-Why did you?

-Why don't you leave me alone?

Not until we have a talk.

I cannot turn my back

now that I know about these.

I want to help you.

I don't want your help.

Help from God, then.

He hasn't paid the rent so far.

And you can get this straight.

I'll keep on making these pictures.

And if I get enough money,

I'll make more and more.

What pictures?

Oh, it's all right, Mr. Arlien.

Nicole and I were just talking.

-You give me those.

-Mr. Arlien, let me handle this.

You don't expect me to support this family

and buy your liquor mopping floors, do you?

Oh, stop. Keep your hands off her!

You come back here.

You come back here!

How dare you treat her like that?

You must use kindness and understanding.

-Oh, understanding?

-And love, I beg you.

Yeah, I only understand one thing.

That's my daughter.

That's my flesh and blood.

It's none of your business.

It has to be somebody's business.

I'll talk to her.

I want you out of here. I don't need you

around my children. Out. Out.

Get out. Out and stay out.

It all started because

I wanted to clean up her room.

-l wanted to be helpful.

-But were you being helpful?

Or were you interfering?

Nicole was not there

to accept your offer of help...

...but you decided to give it anyway.

But after I found the pictures,

I had to try to talk to her.

Yes, of course. Yes.

But even though you only

suspected Nicole was at fault...

...yet you accused her

in front of her father.

Now in future, try to make sure

that any suspicion of sin...

...remains strictly a private matter

between you and the sinner.

And I involved her father.

Well, you never know

what you'll uncover in some places.

The truth is, I find it difficult

to love a girl like Nicole.

I wanted to do so much when

I came here and I've made a bad start.

Don't expect to win great victories here,

my child.

Or even in Africa someday.

Be thankful for small ones.

And try to keep in mind always

that your motive is what is important.

To serve our Lord.

I have a lot to learn.

I'll give you a rule to go by.

If you can't be helpful, be silent.

Thank you, Mother.

And thank you, Sister Cluny.

A million dollars?

That is what I think one album of hers

ought to make.

Her share would go to our order,

be allotted to various missions.

Under no circumstances

would we consent to anything...

...that might disturb

Sister Ann's vocation.

No, of course not.

But it could be a great blessing.

A million dollars usually is.

Good afternoon, Mr. Gerarde.

-Robert, what are you doing here?

-Waiting for Father Clementi.

He's in talking with Mother Prioress.

I'd like to talk to you.

-I'm very busy. I don't think I could take--

-May I sort of follow you around?

I would like you to see the place.

-l guess it's all right. This way, Robert.

-Here. Let me.

-Thank you.

-Lucienne-- Sister Ann.

-It's difficult for me to call you that.

-Yes.

I've been playing your record

over and over. That's why I'm here.

To ask permission

to sign you to a contract.

Do you think there's a market

for my hymns, Robert?

Sister Mary?

-Sister Mary set up our dispensary.

-Sister.

Nothing elaborate, but a start.

-Hello.

-Hello, muddy Maurice.

Milk time.

Oh, look at that pretty face.

That boy could find a mud puddle

in the middle of the Sahara.

Well...

Come on, let's have a little drink.

Oh, come on, please?

Let me live down

what I said about your hymns.

Exciting, good music. You're an artist.

You should be proud of yourself.

Thank you, Robert.

But if we believe God is in all artists...

...then we should be only humble

for what he has given us.

All right. But as an artist,

you should be heard.

-Oh, I am heard here. Ask Sister Cluny.

-Here?

I'm talking about a--

I'm talking about an audience of millions.

People all over the world.

People who have never heard your kind of--

Would you like some milk?

-Hello. Would you like a little refreshment?

-Thank you.

-We're running out of tires, Sister.

-We'll have to go see Gaston again.

What are they doing?

Putting rubber heels on shoes.

Saving money.

Saving pennies.

When I'm trying to make you understand

that just one album of yours--

Would you care for some milk?

Here you are.

- Yeah.

- We have another--

I don't know much about the protocol

of talking to a nun...

...but I knew you once.

What made you give up everything for this?

It's depressing that you should be here.

But I want to be here.

You know what I mean.

What kind of girl wants to get up

in the middle of the night...

...eat a Spartan breakfast,

put in a back-breaking day...

...among people like these...

...and live in a tomb?

-No girl would.

-That's what you do.

Not I.

I get up in the middle of the night

to go to Mass.

And then I have a Spartan breakfast.

Followed by doing the dishes, studying,

visits in the neighborhood...

...playing with the children, feeding them,

doing more dishes...

...and then more prayers. You see?

Much more glamorous

and fascinating than you thought.

Isn't it?

How can you joke about it?

Because I'm very happy.

I even have a dispensation to laugh

once in a while.

Good. I still like to laugh with you.

But I don't think you realize how much

there is in this world you're missing.

Maybe you don't understand how much

there is outside this world you're missing.

Maybe I don't.

Now, about the album, will you?

Robert, I told you, I'm very happy here.

I'm doing what I want to do.

My, you have become a stubborn girl.

-I've become a nun.

-So you turn me down?

Yes, Robert.

Can't you understand the joy I feel

working for God?

Don't, please don't pity me.

Well, I tried. I'm sorry.

Don't be.

I have good news, Robert.

Mother Prioress has no objection

to your making the album.

Providing the bishop gives his consent.

I don't see why not.

No, in view of everything,

I don't really see why not.

You know I'm inclined to be blunt,

Monsignor.

Suppose--

Suppose she has to sing

before an audience.

Sister, you sing in church, don't you,

in front of an entire congregation?

Well, not with a guitar.

And not because someone pays me.

Someday you will get your reward

and a harp in heaven, Sister.

Do your singing, Sister Ann.

You will spread the word of God much

better and much further than I ever shall.

Yes, Monsignor,

if that's what the order wants me to do.

Does this settle the issue?

Thank you, Monsignor.

Sister Ann.

I can tell you now that I knew

you'd reach out and take this chance.

Yes, Father.

With you I shall walk

All of my life

With you I'll always be

With you I shall spend

The rest of my life

My love in eternity

I was worried, wondering where you were

at this late hour, my daughter.

And found you, safe with God.

I was troubled, Mother.

And now, are you more at peace?

I think so.

If you ever--

Remember, I am here too, my daughter.

Thank you, Mother.

Put on your pretty skirt, my soul

You rendezvous

Put on your pretty skirt, my soul

The Lord we love is waiting for you

You wear a happy smile

You can't help but rejoice

For in a little while

You'll hear our Master's voice

Put on your pretty skirt, my soul

You rendezvous

Put on your pretty skirt, my soul

The Lord we love is waiting for you

I'd like to be as free as the wind

That sings everywhere

I'd like to be as free as a cloud

That floats in the air

I'd like to be the flame of a fire

That lights the skies with my desire

To be with you

My Lord, with you

Raindrops, raindrops

Fall upon my window

Sparkle on the leaves

Of a thirsty apple tree

Raindrops, raindrops

Down the hill and through the meadow

No time to stop

On their journey to the sea

See the pretty raindrops

Dance upon the rooftops

Tumble down the chimneys

Then go splashing on their way

To every church and steeple

The world and all her people

There's a miracle of heaven

In every rainy day

Raindrops, raindrops

Fall upon my window

Sparkle on the leaves

Of a thirsty apple tree

Raindrops, raindrops

Down the hill and through the meadow

No time to stop

On their journey to the sea

The brook becomes a river

And the river flows forever

Till the--

- Is it all right if I rest a few minutes?

- Yes, of course.

I'll be right with you.

Andre, get some tea or something,

will you?

That'll be all for tonight, gentlemen.

Thank you.

I didn't mean to fade off that way, Robert.

I just wanted to stretch a little.

No wonder, 14 songs.

I was having a wonderful time listening,

I forgot how exhausting it must be for you.

Why don't you sit down for a bit

and relax?

That's a fine idea.

Five years ago, I'd have taken you out

to a fine restaurant...

...for a bottle of wine

and some good jazz.

Five years ago, I would have accepted.

Seems to me, I did.

I wish you could have heard yourself.

Your voice came across very clear.

No echo.

I left my echo at home.

Good thing too.

That one song, number four.

-"Alleluia.”

-Yes.

You put a little pause in there. I like that.

That's my kind of song.

The music always spoke a special language

to you and me.

But you've grown.

You have a whole new dimension

you never had then.

It comes from being very happy, Robert.

-You know who'd be proud of you?

-Hm?

-Professor Von Hoffritz.

-Oh.

"That guitar, Fraulein,

is a musical instrument...

...not a defensive weapon.”

"Do not clutch it to your bosom

like it was your first-born.

Do not point it like it was a machine gun

in those American gangster films...

...and do not strangle it as if it was

this beloved music professor."

Oh, you've come a long way

from that music student I used to know.

-You've come a long way too, Robert.

-l suppose I have.

I wonder just how did I become

a typical business executive.

What happened to your music, Robert?

It just got lost.

I needed more discipline and

encouragement to work alone.

And perhaps the inspiration I once had.

It's too bad. You were very good.

I was so certain you would use

your talents to brighten the world.

Did you ever finish it, Robert?

Sister Ann?

Ah, Lucienne.

What happened to the wonderful plans

we made?

The good times we had together?

Where did I go to?

What did you say, Robert?

I didn't say anything.

Sister Ann, wait till you see

what we bring.

Wait till you see.

We have a feast here.

- Oh, thank you, Robert. Look.

- You must be starving by now.

-Cheese, meat, salami.

-Oh, it's lovely.

-Some tea? Would you like some tea?

-Thank you very much.

Here, Sister. Help yourself.

-Oh, thank you.

-You, Robert.

Hey.

Oh, my.

That girl. Oh, my gosh.

-Does anyone here know this girl's name?

-That's Jeannette. Miss Jeannette.

That is a needle, Sister, not bayonet.

-Oh, dear.

-Now, try again.

The trouble is,

I keep thinking about the next step.

When I aim this thing at a live arm.

When you have to inoculate a hundred

screaming children in Africa someday...

...you will not have time to think. Here.

Uh, thank you. I-- Oh.

-Put her there.

-What happened?

She was dancing and she just fainted.

-Her name is Jeannette.

-Thank you, Sister. We'll take care of her.

Here you are, Sister.

Thank you.

Feeling better?

Yes, thank you.

Have you had many

of these fainting spells?

Some. I'm pregnant.

Well, congratulations.

I hope you have a nice, healthy baby.

I'm not going to have a nice,

healthy anything.

I'm going to have an abortion.

You shouldn't even think

such a dreadful thought.

-Why not?

-Having a baby is a wonderful thing.

Oh, now, just a minute--

And you're planning

to have your baby deliberately killed.

-What did you say?

-1 said, you're planning to have your--

Sister, sister.

I understand how you feel.

You're not women,

you're just stupid nuns.

Listen to me, Jeannette.

I was born in Africa in a mud shack.

Four children were born there before me.

Not one lived to see even six months

of tomorrows.

There was no food, no sanitation.

So my mother

went to the village medicine man...

...full of bitter tears. Just as you are.

And they tried,

with all kinds of voodoo concoctions.

But every day of my life, since I have been

old enough to understand...

...I prayed my thanks that they failed.

What do you hope

to do about your baby, Jeannette?

Won't you come back?

We will do everything we can

to help you.

She had no right to call me a murderess.

I hope she'll come back.

Yes, I know you do.

I wanted to help her.

But I didn't, though, did I?

It was a delicate,

a very personal thing for her.

Maybe you attacked

with too much fervor.

-Attacked?

-Yes.

Even if you believe there is a war

between right and wrong...

...be sure you do not enjoy

the battle too much.

When am I going to learn?

You will.

You will learn.

Amen.

Are you not coming, Sister Ann?

Do you mind?

I wanna work on my music.

Won't you sing for us?

Oh, I'm sorry, Sister Mary, not tonight.

Sister Ann?

Don't you feel well?

Oh, yes, I'm just a little tired.

Well, in that case, maybe you'd better

postpone working so much...

...with your music and rest.

Oh, I can't.

I have an idea for a new song.

-It isn't quite right yet.

-l see.

You have been very much in my thoughts

the last few days, daughter.

I ask myself

if perhaps we're not making a mistake...

...by placing too much importance

on your music.

And if you might not

be risking everything...

...by this misjudgment.

Oh, music has always been important

to me, Mother.

I know. That's just what I'm afraid of.

When I was a young nun,

to be sent somewhere as a missionary...

...was all-important to me.

And then I found the people strange...

...I didn't understand them

and so I couldn't love them.

-And I thought I was a miserable failure.

-1 know.

The way I've been a failure

with the people here.

But my music makes up for that.

I think I can do some good.

Why can't I love to sing

and learn to love all people too?

How much love have you to give,

my daughter?

People need all you have.

A little love is not enough.

Are you sure that your love for your music

is not interfering with your other duties?

I hope not.

I will pray to God to help me.

Well, come with me a moment.

I have something to show you.

This is from Primavera.

They're giving a garden party

at Mr. Duvries' home.

Publicity for your album.

They ask if you'll be good enough

to come and bring your guitar...

...and be prepared to sing.

You don't have to accept, you know.

I'd like to.

And I'll be happy to sing for them.

Perhaps I should give them something

after all they've given us.

I'm only concerned with what you give

to God, my daughter.

But it's my way of doing good.

Don't you want me to go, Mother?

I think you've already made

that decision yourself.

I'll write and tell them you accept.

How [ love to go

For a walk along the street

Just to smile "Hello"

To the people that I meet

And to watch the show

Of their happy. happy feet

And I say to myself it's a miracle

As I walk along

I sing a melody

It's a happy song

I'm sure you will agree

And when things go wrong

Oh, how it comforts me

Then I say to myself

It's a miracle

Allelu, alleluia

I sing as I walk along

Allelu, alleluia

God gave me such a happy, happy song

Can't you feel his love

And joy in everything

In the wonder of

The sparrow on the wing

In the stars above and the song I sing

In the joy of his love

In the stars up above

In the song that I sing

It's a miracle

"Brother John."

There's a smile on your face

Brother John

There's a smile upon your face

Brother John

When there's a smile upon your face

Then the world's a happy place

Won't you smile for us all

Brother John?

Brother John

When there's a smile upon your face

Then the world's a happy place

Won't you smile for us all

Brother John?

When you wear a gloomy frown

Brother John

And when you wear a gloomy frown

Brother John

When you wear a gloomy frown

Then the world comes tumbling down

Won't you smile for us all

Brother John?

Brother John

When you wear a gloomy frown

Then the world comes tumbling down

When there's a smile upon your face

Then the world's a happy place

Won't you smile for us all, Brother John?

Brother John

And when your heart is full of love

‘Tis a blessing from above

When you wear a gloomy frown

Then the world comes tumbling down

There's a smile upon your face

Then the world's a happy place

Won't you smile for us all

Brother John?

I have a confession to make, Sister.

I'm senile.

I was against her album.

Religious music, I said.

What made you think of combining

folk music with prayers, Sister?

Perhaps I felt God might be tired

of our formal, traditional hymns...

...and would enjoy a different

kind of prayer once in a while.

May I have your autograph?

Oh, I'm sorry. I can't do that.

You see, I'm not a singer

who happens to be a nun.

I'm a nun who happens to like to sing.

-She's quite witty too.

-Yeah.

This way, Sister.

Can you believe you're really a nun?

Yes, easily. I'm a Dominican nun.

What does that mean exactly?

There are different kinds of orders.

Sister, you haven't touched your pheasant.

Go ahead, eat.

-Where are you appearing next, Sister?

-Appearing?

Oh, we have great plans for this girl.

We'll be sending out releases.

-Robert, you take care of that.

-That's a little premature, don't you think?

-Sister, may I get you an ice?

-Yes, thank you.

She seems to be enjoying herself.

You can't blame her for being pleased

with her bit of success.

It will be over soon.

I wonder how the big stars live through it.

The world at their feet? It must be

a glorious feeling for a little while.

A heady feeling.

Well, she's become a top recording artist.

Robert tells me

they're today's new nobility.

Strange that none of us thought of this.

-Mr. Gaston?

-Mr. Gaston.

We've used up our last tire.

-You sisters must be rough on rubber heels.

-Well--

Help yourselves.

Glad to get them out of the way.

You're very kind.

Oh, this is best.

-Thank you.

Now, you watch me.

Good, bravo. Look at that.

Hey, look. It's Sister.

Dom, come back here.

-Hello, Sister.

-Dominic, what are you doing out so late?

Piet invited us.

He's a rich sailor.

Why don't you let him buy you a drink?

- No, thank you.

- Come on, Dom.

- Just a minute, Nicole.

- Go back to the table, Dom.

Go on!

Why is Dominic with you in this place

and in such company?

They're my friends. Where do you think

he ought to be, home alone?

Home, with you.

You have a duty to your brother.

And it's late for a girl your age

to be out too.

You're out pretty late yourself, Sister.

If you must go out,

you can always leave him with me.

-He'll be safe, then.

-He's safe with me.

- I don't think so.

- 1 think it's time we left, Sister.

I'm taking Dominic with me.

- Oh, no, you're not. He's staying with me.

- Dominic?

I said, I think it's time we left,

Sister. There's nothing you can do here.

That's right. You tell her, Sister.

He's my brother.

What are you gonna do about it?

-Here. Go on, have a puff.

-No, thank you.

Go on, take a try.

Well, what got into you?

More letters, Mother.

-They're all for Sister Ann.

-Well, set them over there, Sister.

May I come in, Mother?

What is all this?

I believe it's called fan mail.

That is wonderful. Marvelous.

And I bring more good news.

I have with me a very important gentleman

who's waiting to see you.

Mr. Ed Sullivan.

Who is he?

Millions of people in America watch him

every Sunday night on television.

Well, that need not concern us here.

-Excuse me, Mother.

-But--

But the convent in Copenhagen

wired to ask for 20 more albums.

Where do you want these?

There. Don't bring any more

until we find room for them.

Mother, he has come over 3000 miles

just to have a few words with you.

-Didn't you get the letter about his arrival?

-We haven't had time to open our mail.

-Nevertheless--

-Excuse me.

Three busloads of boys

from Saint Stephen's have arrived.

They want to sing their school song

for Sister Ann.

I'll see them later.

Mother, please, Mr. Sullivan--

Well, I suppose it wouldn't be

very courteous not to see the gentleman...

...if he's traveled so many miles.

Mr. Sullivan, Mr. Fitzpatrick...

...I'm sure you didn't come all the way

from New York to Belgium just to visit me.

So my I ask why, even though I think

I can guess the answer?

I'm quite certain, Mother, you're not

familiar with our TV show in America.

Well, you're right, Mr. Sullivan.

I'm afraid I'm not familiar with it.

-It's a very clean, family-type show.

-Oh, very nice.

To get to the point, Mother...

...we'd like to present on our show

your Sister Ann.

But why, Mr. Sullivan?

People can hear her on records.

But they'd like to see her.

And honestly,

if you'd give us permission...

...I can assure you that we'll present her

in all dignity and respect.

Well, I wish to thank you, Mr. Sullivan.

And I regret that I must answer

in the negative.

Well, just one favor.

Could I meet her? Because when I go home

I would like to say that I had met her.

Well, of course, Mr. Sullivan.

Come this way, won't you?

Can I help you, Sister Cluny?

Over there, Mr. Sullivan.

Sister Ann, this is a very great pleasure.

-Oh, no. Down there, Mr. Sullivan.

-Oh.

Sister Ann,

this is indeed a great pleasure.

I'm a great fan of yours.

My name is Ed Sullivan.

I come from New York.

And I'm here to ask you

to sing on our television show.

New York?

-I'd like that.

-Of course I told him no.

Oh, and I regret that, Mother, because

our cardinal in New York had proposed...

...perhaps we get something

for your order that would be badly needed.

Oh, we could have used a jeep,

Mr. Sullivan.

Particularly when we reopen

our Africa missions.

I was thinking of several jeeps, Father.

Several jeeps?

It would be a great help if a jeep

could've been delivered to our mission.

-One or two? Or three?

-Sure.

One is all we will need, Mr. Sullivan.

-Thank you, Mother.

-And thank you, Mr. Sullivan.

Excuse me, miss,

what's the voltage here?

I had no idea putting on a television show

was anything like this, Mr. Sullivan.

May I, please?

My only theatrical experience was

when I directed a Passion play in Bruges.

-This must be quite a contrast, Father.

-Oh, yes, and very exhilarating.

Max.

They look too white. They're like spooks.

Can't you put something on them?

That lady says nix. No makeup.

No makeup.

- Hi.

- I am sorry, children.

-Do you mind, Father?

-Hm?

Oh, I'm sorry.

- Okay, Mr. Sullivan?

- Okay, Fitz.

-All right, girls, if you'll take your places.

-Mr. Fitzpatrick, please. Sisters, not girls.

Oh, thank you, miss.

All right, Sisters, right this way.

There you are. If you'll get on the stool.

Fine.

May I, Sister?

Thank you.

No, it's too much white.

Do you sisters have any change of clothing?

Something dark blue, perhaps?

No? Well, I guess we're stuck

with the white.

- What about the lights?

- Okay.

Ready, Mr. Sullivan.

-Yes, Fitz.

-Stand by. Quiet.

Five, four, three, two.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Tonight is a very special feature...

...of this very special show.

From Belgium,

we are going to bring you the voice...

...of a very dedicated young woman

who composes and sings her own songs.

So now, ladies and gentlemen,

here is The Singing Nun, Sister Ann.

Dominique, nique, nique

1 will tell of Dominique

His goodness to acclaim

And I pray the song I sing

Will some simple pleasure bring

That the world shall know his name

1 will tell of Dominique

As I sing this little song

And when [I sing the chorus

All the world will sing along

Dominique, nique, nique

It was good Saint Dominique

He lived for you and me

From the labors long ago

Came a better world I know

And his love shall always be

Though I'm poor, said Dominique

As he spoke unto the Lord

I will be your humble servant

And your love is my reward

Dominique, nique, nique

1 will follow Dominique

His burdens will I share

For his courage will I pray

His teachings to obey

His words shall be my prayer

By the kindness of his heart

And the labor of his hand

He brought love and understanding

As he wandered through the land

Dominique, nique, nique

1 will tell of Dominique

His goodness to acclaim

And I pray the song I sing

Will some simple pleasure bring

All the world shall know his name

Dominique the mighty warrior

Was a soldier of the Lord

His armor was devotion

And the gospel was his sword

Dominique, nique, nique

It was good Saint Dominique

He lived for you and me

From his labors long ago

Came a better world I know

And his love shall always be

Through the blazing heat of summer

And the chill of winter snow

1 will follow Dominique

In his footsteps I will go

Dominique, nique, nique

1 will follow Dominique

His burdens will I share

For his courage will I pray

His teachings to obey

His words shall be my prayer

-Oh, Sister Ann.

-It was really beautiful.

It was beautiful.

Well, we must be sure to thank Mr. Gerarde

for making it possible for us to see this.

It was really very kind of him, wasn't it?

But now it is over

and we must get back to our work...

...which has suffered a bit.

Not that a little luxury isn't good

for the human spirit once in a while...

...but in small doses.

Too many luxuries can become

as everyday and as expected...

...as, well, Sister Cluny's nightly stew.

So, daughters,

let us be thankful that tonight...

...Samaritan House will be once more

in repose.

She's forgotten we promised to be

at Primavera to sign those papers.

May the Lord keep thy soul

May the Lord keep thy coming in

And thy going out

From henceforth now and forever

I want to talk to Sister Ann.

Well, she's not here just now.

May I help you?

It's got to be her.

I'm sorry, but she's in Bruges.

Some business about her recordings.

-We expect her back later tonight.

-That won't help.

Well, Sister Ann isn't the only nun here.

I'm quite willing to help

if I knew what you wanted.

I only wanted her because Dom likes her.

My father's been dragged off.

Dom's all alone.

Hell, forget it!

Wait.

-Wait.

-"You can always leave him with me."

That's what she said.

"I want to help you. I'll pray for you."

All that bunk.

Where is she when you need her?

-But she isn't the only nun here. I'll take--

-1 didn't come for anyone else.

You're a stranger to Dom.

She tells him stories. What could you do?

-Well, I can tell him stories. I can--

-I'm gonna take him with me.

I don't need her. I don't need any of you.

Dominic?

-There doesn't seem to be anyone--

-Someone's in there.

Dominic? It's Sister Ann.

Dominic?

Open the door, dear.

I'm so glad.

Dominic, have you been here all alone?

Oh, your hands are like ice.

Nicole said you couldn't come.

Well, I came as soon as I could.

Oh, my. Now--

-Oh, God bless you.

-God bless you too.

Feeling better?

-Where's your father, Dominic?

-In jail.

And Nicole, where did she go?

To work. We didn't have any money.

Well, you were very brave to stay

all by yourself.

I know. Is there any more?

Well, let's see what we can find.

Well, that won't do.

Oh, there's nothing in here

but two big brown B-U-G-S.

Dead, thank goodness.

Oh, we have a lot of them here.

That settles it. He can't stay here.

How'd you like to spend the night

at Samaritan House?

-We'll put a cot in the big room downstairs.

-All right.

I'll get his things ready.

His pajamas and whatever else he needs.

I sleep naked.

I did too when I was your age.

Very well, then. He'll need a sweater.

I'll leave a note for Nicole

so she won't worry about you.

It's all right.

What are you gonna say?

"Dom will stay with us...

...until you call for him.

I promise to take good care of him,

Nicole...

...so do not worry.

He is safe with me. Sister Ann."

-Good.

Down.

Up.

-Down.

-That's my place.

Down, up, down.

All together now.

Oh, how I wish I were a Pied Piper

I'd play a happy song

Sing, Michel.

When I dance down the street

The children would follow

And sing as we go along

Very good.

Everybody come.

Who wants to be the Pied Piper?

-All right, Dom. You be the Pied Piper.

-I'm the Pied Piper. Everyone follow me.

And when the grownups

Heard the little children

Sing the Pied Piper's song

Then maybe they'd learn

To love one another

And sing as we go along

Oh, Mrs. Bouchet, please,

the gate must remain closed at all times.

Oh, I'm sorry, Sister. Run along, Rene.

Come, Rene, you're late. Come on.

Who's first?

Slide down. I'll catch you.

There she is, Robert.

Come on, Dominic, that's a boy.

I want to try it too.

Whee. Oops. Oh.

Thank you, dear.

Whoo!

-Robert!

-You're surprised to see me.

I came to tell the famous Singing Nun...

...that Primavera wants to send her

on a world tour.

-You must be joking.

-No.

-Can we talk somewhere without the music?

-Oh, yes.

Children, play by yourselves for a while.

-Dom, you're still the Pied Piper.

-Right.

-So, Pied Piper, pipe.

-Right.

Rats and mice, follow Dominic.

Think of it, Lucienne.

Paris, London, New York,

California, Japan.

All those wonderful places.

And doing what you like to do best,

singing.

With Sister Adele,

singing all around the wide, wide world.

But, of course, I cannot go.

-Why can't you go?

-Because my life is here.

I admit you had

this wonderful dedication.

You tried it and I respect that.

But things have changed.

You have a chance for a life in the world.

Is the good you do for a handful worth more

than what you'd do for millions as a singer?

-l can't listen.

-Let me finish.

Take a close look at what you do

as a nun.

Taking care of other women's children?

My God, what a waste.

You should be having children

of your own.

The children.

Dom.

I didn't see him until the last minute.

He ran right in front of me.

- No, no, don't move him, Sister Ann.

- I didn't mean to.

-Call an ambulance. Quickly.

-Yes, Father.

With you, I shall walk--

With you--

Father?

Any word?

Then we keep praying, huh?

I've been trying to pray, Father.

But I cannot.

It was an accident.

You mustn't blame yourself.

Can't pray?

No. I've tried.

Father, I need your help.

God deserved better from me,

but I've given him nothing.

What have I given anyone?

Your songs, your music. Don't you think

you've won a great victory through them?

What kind of victory, Father,

if I've lost myself winning it?

I am a priest.

That means, I suppose, that I should

be able to give you some answers.

You see, I pray with this in my hand.

Oh, it means a great deal to me.

How much does your music mean to you?

It was a friend, a gift from God.

I sang to him with my guitar.

But I used it for my own glory.

My own importance.

I liked being made a fuss over, Father,

I like being The Singing Nun...

...who could make millions.

And I cheapened his gift

and he's taken it from me.

He's taken nothing from you.

He's not a vengeful God, Sister.

-Then why can I not pray now?

-You can pray.

If there is anything I know in this life,

everyone can pray.

You are praying right now.

No, I'm not.

I'm not and I have not been.

Oh, Father, can't you see?

I've been living half in one world...

...and half in another and I'm lost.

Lost between them.

I've been aware of that.

Do you want to leave the convent?

No.

You answer so quickly. Think.

And don't expect anyone else

to make that decision for you.

That decision was made long ago.

Father, when you see Robert,

would you give him a message for me?

Of course.

Will you--?

Will you tell him I hope...

...his life will be fulfilled?

And what about your life?

Make certain, Sister Ann,

search your heart.

Thank you, Father.

What have I done to you?

Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women.

Blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God...

...pray for us sinners now

and at the hour of our death.

Holy Mary, mother of God,

pray for us sinners now and at the hour of--

Oh, thank you, thank you,

thank you, God.

Thank you.

Sister, guess what.

I can leave my cast on

for another whole week.

-You must have a very nice doctor.

-Yes.

I came to say goodbye, Mr. Arlien.

Yes, I guess you heard

we were leaving this town.

We're going to my grandma's.

She has a farm and a pig and everything.

Oh, pigs are lovely.

Yes.

We'll be all right now, Sister. I--

I think there's enough man left in me

to give him what he needs...

...and to get from him what I need.

I'm glad for you and Dom and Nicole.

I don't think the fresh air

and the fresh life appeal to her.

I wanted to say goodbye to you alone.

I wanted to tell you how sorry I am

about what happened to Dom.

You won't have to worry

about him anymore.

You won't have to worry

about any of us.

We'll be out in the country with the pigs.

You'll like it there.

-Is that what you came to tell me?

-Yes.

Well, you've told me. Goodbye.

I haven't been much of a friend to you,

Nicole.

You always thought I interfered.

Perhaps I did.

But I care what happens to you...

...and wherever you go or I may go,

I will always care what happens to you.

Why?

Why should you care? No one else does.

Because we're so much alike.

You see, I've been bewildered

and confused and frightened too.

Then you know I've been blaming you

for everything.

I should have been taking care of him...

...but I left him alone

because I wanted to go out.

I was sick of him. I was sick of this place.

I was sick of everything.

I wanted to have some fun.

Oh, God, Sister, fun!

That's all over, Nicole.

Things will be different for you now.

Better, happier.

Do you really believe that?

Yes, I do. Completely.

Well, they're waiting for me.

Nicole, before you go...

...I want to give you this.

Your guitar, Sister?

I don't know how to play.

It doesn't matter.

I wanted to give you something.

It's all I have. Please take it.

And when you feel all alone,

it may speak to you as it did to me...

...and remind you that God is with you,

always.

-Let me have that bag, Sister.

-Oh, thank you.

Goodbye, Sister.

Goodbye, Dom.

I want my name to be Dominic now.

Then goodbye, Dominic.

Goodbye, Mr. Arlien.

Goodbye, Sister.

Robert, you didn't have to

come in the back door.

-Next time, try coming in the front, huh?

-I'll do that.

-Do you mind?

-No.

How's the recording business?

That record you persuaded me to make,

Father.

It opened up a whole new world to me.

If I'd have known it would end like this,

I'd have turned you down.

If I'd have seen my own part in it,

there would have been no deal.

I've decided I am a priest,

not a promoter.

I can't even find her.

She's left my life

as abruptly as she reentered it.

I've been to the Samaritan House.

They told me she was not there.

That's all they would say.

Do you know where she is?

I know she's happy.

Isn't that the greatest thing

a man can wish for someone he loves?

Oh, I know, it is more gratifying

to think that he brings the happiness.

But for some, joy is a bird

soaring upwards.

It cannot be earthbound.

Will you accept this, Robert?

If only I could be certain

the choice were her own.

It was.

Please realize and respect the fact that

she closed the doors between you, herself.

Thank you, Father.

Spoon next to the knife.

Sisters?

A letter from Sister Ann.

-Sister Ann?

-Yes, Sister Ann.

A very quick worker,

great help to me in the kitchen.

Sets a beautiful table.

Spoon next to the knife.

- Sisters.

- Well, shall I read it now?

Yes, please.

Thank you.

"Dear Mother, dear Sisters:

The schoolbooks you sent arrived

and were most welcome."

Oh, good. And we were so worried.

"And while I still have some difficulty

with the dialect...

...l try to teach

in the language of sympathy...

...which is understood by all.

We travel many miles every day

to visit remote villages.

We start very early in the morning...

...because Africa is a country

where everybody...

...and everything starts early.

We travel long hours

through a beautiful country...

...along dirt roads,

carrying a heavy load of supplies.

And we pray for Mr. Ed Sullivan every day

for giving us our most prized possession...

...the intrepid Dominique.

Every day in this wonderful land

holds its own surprises.

And we're learning to accept them

gracefully.

I feel we're beginning to establish

a wonderful rapport everywhere we go.

And I can assure you

that we're making many fast friends.

We've set up small clinics.

And the villagers give us

such a warm welcome...

...that we no longer feel like strangers."

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