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...
...l 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?