frightened?
Yes.
Hello?
Where are you?
Is it you?
But I'm afraid.
Yes. Yes, I do.
Why me?
Wait. I want to see you.
What do you see?
Halos. Dividing and dividing.
Feathers are stars falling.
Falling into the iris of God's eye.
It's so lovely. It's so blue!
Yellow, black wings, brown, blood!
No. Red! His blood!
My God, I'm bleeding!
I'm bleeding!
It won't stop!
I can't get it to stop!
-Let go of me! I wish you were dead.
-Agnes.
-Stay away from me!
-Agnes.
That man in the barn
did a terrible thing to you.
He hurt you. It's not your fault.
It's his fault. Tell us who he is.
-We'll stop him.
-It's your fault.
-Who did you see?
-I hate him.
-Who?
-I hate him for what he did to me.
-For what he made me go through.
-Who?
-Agnes, who did this to you?
-God!
It was God!
And now I'll burn in hell
because I hate him.
You won't. It's all right to hate him.
-Enough.
-And the baby?
-She can't remember!
-The baby.
-It was dead.
-It was alive.
-I don't remember.
-It was alive, wasn't it?
Yes!
-Mother Miriam was with you?
-Yes.
-She took the baby.
-Yes.
You saw it all, didn't you?
And then, what did she do?
Agnes, what did she do?
She...
...left me alone
with that little thing.
I looked at it.
And I thought, this is a mistake.
But it's my mistake, not Mommy's.
God's mistake.
I thought I can save her.
I can give her back to God.
-What did you do?
-I put her to sleep.
How?
I tied the cord around her neck.
Wrapped her in the bloody sheets...
...and stuffed her in the trash can.
In view of the situation
as it now stands...
...and the testimony given here
this morning...
...it seems quite clear
that the defendant...
...was in no manner responsible
for her actions.
It is the judgment of this court...
...that she be returned
to the convent of Mary Magdalene...
...where she will be cared for
under proper medical supervision...
...by a visiting physician.
Do you have something to say?
I stood in the window of my room...
...every night for a week.
And one night, I heard
the most beautiful voice imaginable.
And when I looked...
...I saw the moon shining down on him.
For six nights he sang to me...
...songs I had never heard.
And on the seventh night,
he opened his wings...
...and lay on top of me.
And all the while he sang.
Please remove her from the court.
Would someone please remove
the defendant from the courtroom?
I don't know the meaning
behind the song she sang.
Perhaps it was a song of seduction,
and the father was a field hand.
Perhaps it was a lullaby she
remembered from many years ago...
...and the father was hope
and love and desire.
And a belief in miracles.
I want to believe
that she was blessed.
And I do miss her.
And I hope that she's left something,
some little part of herself with me.
That would be miracle enough,
wouldn't it?Agnes!
I'm just gonna put something here
to stop the bleeding.
Excuse me, Sister. She'll be fine.
Here they are now.
One question:
Are you guilty?
Are you guilty?
-Martha, it's you.
-What about Roger? He's free.
They want a woman.
All you have to do is meet with her
and tell the court she's insane.
Are you dictating my position?
This is sticky territory.
Nobody wants this case to go to trial.
Not the Church, the Crown,
least of all me.
-Eve, she strangled a baby.
-Nobody wants to send a nun to prison.
We're not telling you what to decide,
or even to take it.
Is there any reason why you feel
you shouldn't take it?
Today's my birthday.
I always make bad decisions
on my birthday.
Happy birthday.
Hi, kitty.
It's Helen. Mrs. Davenport confirmed
her appointment at 9:00 tomorrow.
Okay? Bye-bye.
Wait a minute.
-Yeah.
-It's Roger. Call me at the hospital.
I'd like your opinion on a case.
And happy birthday.
Helen again. I cancelled
your Wednesday appointment...