's not unique.
-She's just another victim.
-God's victim.
That's her innocence.
She belongs to God.
And I intend to
take her away from him.
It's what you're afraid of, isn't it?
You bet I am.
-Sorry to keep you waiting.
-Here they are.
Don't let anyone
know where you got them.
Thanks.
Last Tuesday, I didn't eat
all of my lima beans...
-...but hid them under my spoon.
-Yes.
I had ugly thoughts about
Sister Marguerite.
Speak up.
I can hardly hear you.
I thought ugly thoughts
about Sister Marguerite
Why the hell is this
taking so long?
There are many unanswered questions.
Your job is to diagnose,
not to play detective.
Don't tell me my job, Lyon.
My duty as a doctor is--
You must make a decision as quickly
as possible, and not interfere with--
As quickly as I see fit.
The longer you take,
the more difficult it'll be for us.
Why?
The bishop is breathing down
our necks.
The sooner she's in prison,
the better
-I don't bloody believe this
-Well, the bishop will be very upset--
I'm fighting for this woman's life
Not some bloody bishop
You liked Sister Paul?
She was kind to me.
She told me I was beautiful.
What else did she tell you?
She said all the angels would want
to sleep beside me if they could.
I liked that.
She lived here for almost 70 years.
Every day she'd ring the bell,
wake us up...
...call us to God.
She took me to my secret place.
Where's that?
I promise I won't tell.
Would you take me?
Sister Paul was in her 80s?
-Did she come here often?
-Only when she felt like it.
She brought me up here last winter,
and the next day she died.
No wonder. Wait.
-Agnes?
-What?
Agnes, how do you feel about babies?
They frighten me.
I'm afraid I'll drop them.
They have a soft spot, and if you
drop them, they become stupid.
-That's why I don't understand things.
-Like what?
Numbers. You can count
and never reach the end.
I don't understand them either.
Think I was dropped on my head?
I hope not. It's a terrible thing
to be dropped on your head.
Oh, I gotta give up smoking.
Agnes? Wait a minute.
Agnes, slow down.
She said you could see
the whole world from up here.
That it looks much better
far away than it does close-up.
-Beautiful.
-And sometimes, I get under here.
It makes a wonderful sound.
-What happens if the bell rings?
-It's even more wonderful then.
It's like hiding from my mother
as a girl.
-Where did you go?
-No place as wonderful as this.
Have you ever thought of leaving
the convent for something else?
No.
There is nothing else.
Being here at night helps me sleep.
-You have trouble sleeping?
-I get headaches.
Mommy did too.
Oh, but she wasn't stupid.
She knew things nobody else knew.
What things?
She knew what was going to happen
to me. So she hid me.
-How did she know?
-Somebody told her.
-Who?
-I don't know.
Agnes.
You'll laugh.
I promise I won't laugh.
Who told her?
An angel during one of her headaches.
-Did she see angels often?
-No.
-Do you?
-No.
Do you believe she really saw them?
-No. But I could never tell her that.
-Why not?
She'd get angry.
Agnes, did you love your mother?
-Yes.
-Did you ever want to be a mother?
-I could never be a mother.
-Why not?
I'm not old enough,
and I don't want to have a baby.
Why not?
Because I don't want one.
-If you did, how would you get one?
-From someone who didn't want a baby.
-Like you?
-No, not like me.
How would they get one?
-A mistake.
-Agnes.
-Your mother--
-It was a mistake.
-That's what she said?
-You want me to say she was bad...
...but she was a saint
-You know nothing about sex?
-I'm stupid.
You don't remember getting pregnant
or carrying a child?
-It was a mistake
-A child?
Everything Nuns don't have children
Don't touch me like that
I know what you want from me.
You want to take God away.
You should be ashamed. They should
lock you up, people like you
Don't let her take me away.
-You hate us, don't you?
-What?