Pact of Silence Page #4

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I read up on it.

But the flight...

was too expensive.

You don't wear a veil in town?

Mama.

It's gaelle.

Not Sarah. gaelle.

get out!

-I've nowhere to go.

-get out!

I never want to see you again!

gaelle!

I didn't know how to tell you.

It got worse after the trial.

You can't stay here.

It'd only make her worse.

You understand?

-Where are you going?

-I've got some addresses for a job.

Do you need money for a room?

I am not dying

I am entering into life

I am not dying

I am ascending into love

Screel deen.

Happy birthday

May you have a lovely day

May this cake bring you joy in every way

-You maniac!

-I didn't see you.

-In the middle of the road?

-Sorry. Are you hurt?

No.

I'm sorry.

-Can I buy you a drink?

-No, forget it.

Hop on.

It's my fault. I feel guilty.

Let me make it up to you.

I'm Xavier.

And you?

Sarah.

Sarah.

Hop on.

Thank you.

I'll pay you back soon.

I insist.

It's my pleasure.

What were you doing

in the middle of nowhere?

What were you doing?

Me?

I was lost.

Funny, so was I.

Yeah, that is funny.

Want a lift? Where do you Iive?

Come on, jump on.

Don't be shy.

So you got nowhere to go?

-Want to stay at my place?

-I don't know you.

I don't know you, either.

Do what you like. I won't force you.

Anyway, I'm not sleeping at home tonight.

I work in a hotel.

Make your mind up, gaelle.

What did you call me?

Who, me? What do you mean?

How do you know my name, bastard?

What are you talking about?

-You scumbag!

-Yeah, I am.

A scumbag hack after a story.

get lost!

get lost!

Joachim, stop it!

Why come here first?

There are other places on the list.

The chaplain in jail...

told me you often train ex-offenders.

I could put all your data onto CD-ROM.

I studied Excel.

Yes, but....

Life imprisonment after all....

You're so young.

Listen.

I'm asking you to refuse this job yourself.

Just say it doesn't suit you.

I'm appealing to your Christian spirit.

You're appealing to my Christian spirit!

gaelle Le Belleck!

I have to talk to you about your sister.

Yes, Sarah.

gaelle, please listen!

No, listen!

gaelle, listen to me!

Who told you about my sister?

I've nothing to say to you.

Listen to me.

Acute peritonitis. We need to operate.

Maybe we should call the hospital.

Oh, my god. Sarah!

She's walking!

Lord, we offer you our toil.

for your glory and the world"s suffering.

We give grace for our souls" salvation...

and our bodies" healing.

Gaelle, Gaelle!

Wait for me.

Gaelle, wait for me.

You force your way into a convent.

What's more, you forge my signature!

And all for what?

For a Carmelite who's in perfect health.

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