be a very slow...
...and patient nun.
They're a very special
and rare people...
...those sisters.
Only a few of them left
in this modern world...
...consecrated to the praise of God.
That's why we were chosen
by the president himself!
The president?
Come on, lizard brain,
canЎЇt you tell it's really us?
Hello, Mama.
-Brought you something.
-Shut up, I'm trying to watch this.
It's your favourite.
Who are you?
It's Martha, Mama.
Here you go.
Marie brings me ice cream too,
you know.
Chocolate. My favorite.
I thought cherry vanilla was.
Not anymore. Now I like chocolate.
-Are they treating you all right?
-Martha never comes to see me.
Watch, she's going to hell.
After the things she's said to me.
Then she marries this son-of-a-bitch
Frenchman, has an abortion.
I knew that one wouldn't work out.
Not like you, Marie.
You got married to God.
Marie's dead, Mama.
When you was little, Marie, you'd
come back from the movies and say:
"Mama, that ending was so sad."
I'd tell you they had the happy
endings in a vault in Hollywood.
And you believed me.
Mama...
...that wasn't Marie, that was me.
Who are you?
I'm Martha, Mama.
The convent was built for over 50.
Not many of us left.
-Us and the chickens.
-How do you survive?
We own the land, but we rent it out.
We keep a few acres.
Some wheat, corn, some vegetables.
That's a lot of land.
You have field hands?
No, we work the land alone.
Only Sister Marguerite and I
are permitted public contact.
Sister Anne, which was Agnes' room?
That one there, in the corner.
-The one up on the third floor?
-Yes.
This convent is locked solid.
Only Marguerite has a key.
She wouldn't let Christ in after dark.
It happens in the day too.
Maybe Agnes went to him.
She doesn't know how babies
are born, let alone made.
When did you first learn about...
...her innocence?
The way she thinks.
-When she came to us.
-You weren't shocked?
I was appalled. Just as you are.
-What happened?
-She stopped eating completely.
-This was before her pregnancy?
-About two years before.
Agnes, it has come to my attention
that you've stopped eating.
-Why is this?
-I've been commanded by God.
-He talked to you himself?
-No.
-Through someone else?
-Yes.
-Who?
-I can't say.
-Why?
-She'd punish me.
-One of the sisters?
-No.
Who?
Why would she tell you to do this?
Look at me.
-Because I'm getting fat.
-Oh, for heaven's sakes.
There's too much flesh on me.
I'm a blimp.
You needn't worry about
being attractive here.
I have to be attractive to God.
-He loves you.
-No, he hates fat people.
-It's a sin to be fat.
-Why?
-Look at the statues. They're thin.
-Agnes.
They're suffering. It's beautiful.
I want to be beautiful.
Who tells you this?
Christ said,
"Suffer the little children."
-I want to suffer like a little child.
-That's not what he meant.
My body keeps getting bigger.
Soon I won't be able
to squeeze into heaven.
-Heaven is not a place with bars--
-Look at these. I'm a blimp
Oh, my dear child.
God blew up the Hindenburg.
He'll blow me up, she said.
-Who?
-Mommy. I'll get bigger until I pop.
But if I stay little,
it won't happen.
Your mother tells you this?
Agnes, your mother is dead.
-She watches, she listens.
-Nonsense. I'm your mother now. Eat.
-I'm not hungry.
-You've got to eat something.
No, I don't.
The host is enough.
A wafer doesn't have enough
daily allowance of anything.
Of God.
Yes. Of God.
I'm being punished.
-Why?
-I don't know.
Dear Jesus
It started this morning.
I can't stop it.
-Why didn't you send her to a doctor?
-It healed the next day--
She had a hole in her hand
What if she bled to death?
But she didn't, did she?
If anyone had seen what I'd seen,
she'd be ridiculed.
-She doesn't deserve it.
-She has it now.
You think she's a hysteric,
pure and simple.
-Not simple, no.
-I saw it.
Clean through her palm.
Can hysteria do that?
It's been doing it for centuries.
She