Pact of Silence Page #2

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We don't use chemical substances.

It's not chemical, it's an opiate.

Please try and find her file.

What are you doing?

Who let you in?

That file is strictly confidential.

Sister Sarah is very sick.

She needs to be hospitalized.

She's totally dehydrated.

What more can you do in your hospital?

Force-feed her?

I already do that three times a day.

You don't know her.

It's not her first depression.

I raised her, I know her.

The Bishop's permitted it.

You'll find nothing here to help her.

Father!

Yes?

Come here.

go see Mother Joseph.

She knows Sarah best.

She took her in to the convent

the same year as me.

Tell me more.

Sister Sarah's very secretive.

Here. Take this.

What is it?

My cell phone.

It's a phone?

-Take it.

-My god, I can't.

My number's on the back.

Call me from anywhere,

whenever you want. Take it.

You press the little buttons.

Excuse me, but it's my only pleasure.

Having hair again.

This is from Sister Amelie.

The archivist.

How sweet.

Why was it you're here?

To talk about Sister Sarah.

-Sister Sarah?

-Remember her?

Poor little Sarah.

How she used to scream at night.

Only Mother Emmanuelle and I

could calm her down.

-And her nightmares!

-What nightmares?

Now that she never let us in on.

We weren't supposed to show favoritism.

But she touched

my stubborn old Norman heart...

as my father used to call it.

Did you know Papa?

Sister Sarah, Mother.

I remember.

The Archbishop always said:

''She's done enough wrong. Pray for her.''

Sarah did wrong?

No, not Sarah! Her sister!

I didn't know she had a sister.

It's not in her file.

Mother Emmanuelle removed it.

To protect her.

She was crazy about the girl.

Protect her from what?

Look, I think it's time for my nap.

I swore not to tell anyone.

On the Bible, too.

Okay, all I know is...

that it was about a murder.

A murder so terrible...

that Sarah's sister

went to prison at 1 4. For life!

What murder?

Look in that drawer.

The drawer over there.

Screel deen.

You b*tch!

C*nt!

I'll show you! Come here!

I'll kill you!

So you killed a kid.

get up!

You never cry.

What?

Ten years inside, and not a tear.

Even when they broke

your collarbone or burned your hands.

You read up on me. I'm flattered.

Still having nightmares?

Describe them.

It's in the file.

Tell me, anyway.

Aren't you sick of hearing the same sh*t?

I'm sick of saying it.

Do you at least regret it?

What?

All of it.

I should note that answer.

-I didn't answer.

-Precisely.

See this red pen?

One mark and you stay

for another five years.

Is that what you want?

Sometimes I think you don't want to get out.

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