kind of trouble, Agnes?
I had a baby.
-How did you have a baby?
-It came out of me.
-You knew it would?
-Yes.
-Did you want it to come out?
-No.
-Why?
-Because I was afraid.
-Why were you afraid?
-Because I wasn't worthy.
To be a mother?
-Why?
-May I open my eyes now?
No, not yet, Agnes.
Very soon, but not yet.
-How did the baby get in you?
-It grew.
-What made it grow? Do you know?
-Yes.
-Would you like to tell me?
-No.
-Did anyone else know about the baby?
-I can't tell you that.
-Will she be angry?
-She made me promise not to.
Who? Who made you promise?
It's all right, Agnes.
It's all right.
Let's go to your room.
It's a night about six weeks ago
when you were very sick.
-I'm afraid.
-Don't be, I'm here. It's all right.
Tell me what you did
before you went to bed.
-I ate.
-What did you have for dinner?
Fish. Brussels sprouts.
-You don't like Brussels sprouts?
-I hate them.
-And then what happened?
-We went to chapel for vespers.
I left early because
I wasn't feeling very well.
-What?
-I'm being followed.
-Sister Marguerite.
-It was her who knew about the baby?
See your room as you saw it
on that night.
-Open your eyes. What do you see?
-My bed.
-What else?
-A crucifix.
Above the bed?
Anything else?
-What do you see? What is it?
-A wastepaper basket.
-Know who put it there?
-No.
-What's it for?
-My sickness.
-What do you feel?
-As if I've eaten glass.
-What do you do?
-I have to throw up.
I can't.
-One of the sisters has fed me glass.
-Which one?
-I don't know. They're all jealous.
-Of what?
Of me. Oh, God
Oh, God
Water. It's all water.
-Why isn't anyone coming?
-They can't hear me.
Oh, God, no, please
I don't want this to happen.
-I don't want it.
-Stop her
-What?
-Get away from me.
-Who?
-I don't want you here.
-Is someone in the room with you?
-No, don't touch me. Please
-Stop her She'll hurt herself
-No, let her go
-You're trying to kill my baby
-I said, leave her alone
No, stay in. Please, stay in
It wasn't my fault, Mommy.
It was a mistake, Mommy.
All right, Agnes. It's all right.
One, two, three.
It's all right.
It's me, Dr. Livingston.
It's all right, it's all right.
-Thank you, Agnes. How do you feel?
-Frightened.
Do you remember what just happened?
-Yes.
-That's good.
-Do you feel well enough to stand?
-Yes.
There you go.
It's all right.
Yes, it's all right. It's all over.
It's all right, Agnes. That's right.
That's right.
That's right.
Excuse me. Hello?
I'm looking for some ground plans
for the...
...Saint Mary Magdalene Convent
in Berthierville.
Oh, very interesting, I guess.
Excuse me.
This has everything.
Even the secret entrances.
They all had them.
Usually to get from building
to building in the snow.
That's how he got in.
Or she got out.
Excuse me. What did you say?
Nothing. May I take some notes?
Okay.
-Is the doctor in her office?
-Who is calling?
-General MacArthur.
-Just a minute. You can't go in there
-It's okay. Close the door.
-We're taking you off the case.
If we want to hire a psychiatrist,
we'll find our own.
-Who'll ask questions you want asked.
-One with objectivity and respect
-For the Church?
-For Agnes.
-Think she's a saint?
-She's touched by God.
How? She hallucinates,
stops eating, and bleeds.
That's why she can't be touched?
Give me a miracle
-The father.
-Who is he?
Why must he be anybody?
-My God. You're crazy.
-I'm saying it's possible.
-How? A white dove?
-Don't be ridiculous
-Give me an explanation
-A miracle has no explanation.
If she can put a hole in her hand
without a nail...
-...she can split a cell in her womb.
-This is insane.
No man could have gotten in
that night.
-God did it?
-That's like saying Martineau did it.
-I'm saying God permitted it.
-But how?
-You won't find all the answers.
-You don't believe in miracles.
But I want the opportunity to believe.
You believe a lie because you won't
face that she was