tobacco!
All right.
What do you think
today's saints smoke?
There are no saints today.
Good people, yes.
But extraordinarily good people?
-Those, we are sorely lacking.
-Do you think they ever existed?
Yes, I do.
You wanna become one?
To become? One is born a saint.
Well, you can try, can't you?
To be good?
Yes, but goodness has very little
to do with it.
Not all the saints were good.
In fact, some of them were crazy.
But they were still attached to God.
Left in his hands at birth.
No more.
We're born, we live, we die.
No room for miracles.
Oh, my dear, how I miss the miracles.
You think Agnes is still
attached to God?
Listen to her singing.
I'd like to begin.
-Begin what?
-The hypnotism. You still disapprove?
-Would it stop you if I did?
-No.
May I be present?
Of course.
Then let's begin.
You're listening
to a chorus of angels.
Their music surrounds you like a...
...warm and comfortable
pool of water.
And while you're sleeping,
you're going to be able to recall...
...all the things
that we want you to remember.
And when I count to three
and clap my hands...
...you'll no longer be hypnotized.
-Can you hear me?
-Yes.
-Who am I?
-Dr. Livingston.
-And why am I here?
-To help me.
Good. Would you like to
tell me why you're here?
-Because I'm in trouble.
-What kind of trouble?
-What kind of trouble, Agnes?
-I'm frightened.
-Of what?
-Of telling you.
But it's easy.
It's just a breath with sound. Say it.
What 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.