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'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.
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