believes me when I tell them.
Nobody listens to me.
I don't want to answer questions.
Would you like to ask them?
-What do you mean?
-You ask and I'll answer.
Anything?
Anything.
What's your real name?
-Martha Louise Livingston.
-Married?
-No.
-Would you like to be?
-Not at the moment.
-Do you have children?
-Would you like some?
-I can't have them.
Why not?
I've stopped menstruating.
Why do you smoke?
-Does it bother you?
-No questions.
Smoking is an obsession with me.
Maybe I'll become obsessed with
something else and I'll stop smoking.
-Do you have any more questions?
-One.
-What?
-Where do you think babies come from?
From their mothers and fathers,
of course.
Before that, I don't know.
I think they come when an angel...
...lights on their mother's chest
and whispers to her.
That makes a good baby start to grow.
Bad babies come when a fallen angel
squeezes in down there...
...and they grow, and grow...
...until they come out down there.
I don't know where good babies
come out.
And you can't tell the difference.
Except bad babies cry a lot.
And they make their fathers go away.
And their mothers get very ill.
Die sometimes.
Mommy wasn't very happy
when she died.
I think she went to hell,
because every time I see her...
...she looks like she
stepped out of a hot shower.
And I'm never sure if it's her...
...or the lady who tells me things.
They fight over me all the time.
The lady...
...l saw when I was 1 0.
I was lying on the grass,
looking at the sun.
The sun became a cloud...
...and the cloud became...
...the lady.
And she told me she would talk to me.
Then her feet began to bleed.
And I saw there were holes
in her hand and in her side.
And I tried to catch the blood
as it fell from the sky...
...but I couldn't see
because my eyes hurt...
...because there were black spots
in front of them.
And she tells me things. Like...
...right now she's crying,
"Mariel Mariel"
But I don't know what that means.
She uses me to sing.
It's as if she's throwing a hook...
...and it catches under my ribs
and tries to pull me up.
But I can't move.
Mommy's holding my feet.
All I can do is sing in her voice
It's the lady's voice
God loves you
God loves you
God loves you.
-Do you know a Marie?
-No.
Do you?
Why should l?
I don't know.
Well, what do you think?
Totally bananas
or slightly off-center?
Or maybe perfectly sane
and just a very good liar.
What's your opinion?
-I believe Agnes is different.
-From other nuns? I've noticed.
From other people.
I believe that she's not crazy
nor lying.
How could she have a baby
and know nothing of sex or birth?
She's an innocent. She's a slate that
hasn't been touched except by God.
Ridiculous.
Not in her case.
She's had little school.
Her mother kept her home.
When she died, Agnes came to us.
She's never been out there.
She's never seen a movie or TV.
-Never even read a book.
-Then why did she murder a child?
It's manslaughter, not murder.
She didn't consciously kill it.
She lost a lot of blood.
She was unconscious.
-Someone else could've done it.
-Not in the eyes of the police.
-And in your eyes?
-I've told you.
She was unconscious.
Someone easily could've--
-You honestly believe that?
-It's possible, isn't it?
Who?
Another nun found out
and wanted to avoid a scandal.
That's absurd.
-The possibility never occurred to you?
-No one knew about Agnes' pregnancy.
Not even Agnes.
You've been listening to
"Mostly Music."
This is CBC radio.
Is Father Martineau in, please?
Wipe your feet.
They rise at 5 in the morning.
Please.
And they're in bed...
...by 9:00 at night.
Even if a man could get to them...
...he would probably
find them praying.
That's why I say
that the real question...
...is not only how he got in,
but when.
And you're the only man to see them?
I promise you, doctor...
...even if I had the inclination...
...how could I possibly catch her?
She would have to