02x25 - The Sister Rita Story

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No higher

and down.

Oh. Oh.

The third

and we're going to the muscle.

Oh. Wow.

Oh. Hang on now.

Go. If I could.

Whoa.

Huh? You're all right, ma'am.

My father warned me
never to twist a rope like that.

Okay, that's enough.

Oh, thank you. One.

Thank you.

Mr. Kellerman.

Mr. McCullough.

How do you do? I'm Sister Rita.

I did.

Are the children all right?

Frightened, but unhurt, thank God.

And thanks to Mr. McCullough.

This is Sister Joseph. Sister.

Mr. McCullough,
you were like Saint Michael himself.

After the Dark Angels.

The way you came riding down that hill.

Navajo.

Poor little things are the only survivors
of an entire village.

Massacred by another tribe.

We found this little lad in the mountains.

Half starved, lost.

You mean you headed into this country
knowing there was Indian trouble?

Our mission is to help the Indians, Mr.

McCullough.

They don't seem to know.

Who they will. Mr. McCullough.

Father Sebastian came to us
in Santa Fe and asked for assistance

to staff his new mission
school and hospital in Nevada.

Do you know Saint Joseph's?

Yeah.

Let me get this straight.

You mean
you started out from Santa Fe for Nevada?

With this kind of equipment
traveling alone.

Oh, no, Mr. McCullough, we're not alone.

God is with us.

Well, I'll be.

Oh, I hope not. Mr. McCullough.

To the muscle.

I thought Columbus,
all of you would have done better.

Now you won't do him any good.
Going to pieces.

Help me get him into the ambulance.

Come on, now.

Out of that, sister.

Oh, this is Mr. McCullough.

This is our sister,
Superior. Sister Monica.

Sister,

when we get to into the wagon,
I'll take care of that on Mr.

McCullough.

We need boiled water, sister.

Easy now.

Easy.

Keep him flat,

Mr. McCullough.

I'll have a look at your arm.

Now you got your hands for the old man,
as always.

I was a surgical nurse in a field hospital
for two years during the w*r.

I'm quite able to decide
what's to be done first.

The first thing to be done,
Sister, is to guard one.

So you better stand watch outside,
let anybody

out of the wagon
and sing out at the first sign of Indians.

They will come back singing.

They'll come back.

If they do, we won't find one much hope,
I'm afraid.

Sometimes a frightened man
fights better than a brave one.

There's a saying

nuns rush in where angels fear to tread.

The correct quotation is fools Rush in.

So you think we're fools, then?

I think somebody has been
making some mighty foolish decisions

heading out in the first place
and leaving that village

and coming this far without a wagon train.

There were no wagon
trains scheduled for months,

and our help at Saint
Joseph's is urgently needed.

You're not going to be any help to anybody
if you get yourself k*lled.

What's done is done.

We must make the best of it now.

Do we have any chance of getting through?

Maybe.

But the chances are getting slimmer
all the time.

We've got to get out of here,
and the sooner the better.

That's quite impossible.

Removal of that arrowhead.

A very delicate operation.

And if it's successful,
I shouldn't like to move him too soon.

There's an army saying balancing
one life against all in danger.

Expandability.

But in this case, there are two lives.

Father Sebastian is out there somewhere.

He left before dawn to find help.

How can we leave him behind?

Father Sebastian is dead.

He failed in his mission.

No, Mr. McCullough.

He didn't fail.

You came.

The ideal.

Their motto one day.

What is this one, Juanito?

No, Perdios.

What do your moderate one

have mercy.

Mr. McCullough,
will you help bring him into the wagon?

You mean you're planning
to bring him along?

Our mission is to save lives.

One for Mr.

McCullough.

Did you bury him. Father Sebastian?

There wasn't time.

One. You better tie.

Him up, Mr. McCullough.

We are not savages.

This man is our patient, not our prisoner.

He can do no harm in that condition.

You've got a lot to learn
about Indians, sister.

We can be under attack
within a matter of an hour.

We've got to use every second
to our best advantage.

I'm quite aware of that.

So, Sister Joseph will assist me
while one sees to the horses.

Sister Rita
and the children will prepare the grave.

Don't you realize that every second
we lose lessens our chances of survival.

Oh, please, Mr. McCullough.

Bringing back

makes the service short system.

I am the resurrection and life.

He believes in me.

Though he be dead, shall live.

And everyone that lives
and believes in me shall never die.

There's something

rather sad about an unmarked grave.

No, I never knowing who lies that.

God knows, just.

So he does, Mr. McCullough.

So he does.

We are ready now.

We're in your hands.

Major Adams, who only see me now

like a master,
a rolling convent and an orphanage.

Major Adams.

He's the wagon master, the Chinese gadfly.

Senor.

In Santa Fe,
I have a wife and a small son.

I do not wish to die.

Many times
I have said that we should turn back.

Now I say it against here.

We must make up our best chances
to get to the wagon train.

Sister,
the two of us to handle the driving chores

and three wagons
allowed to leave one behind.

Oh, but we shall need everything
in all three when we get to St Joseph's.

We'll have to leave one behind.

Sister, I've driven a team before.

Could I try?

You've never driven a wagon
as heavy as this?

No, I haven't.

But I think I could manage.

Good.

All right, I'll give it a try.

I'll lead out.

You follow?

Why don't you bring up the rear?

Don't look so worried, Mr.

McCullough.
I'm not so sure you can keep up.

You can be very sure
I won't be left behind.

One day.

May I have this team

fail?

You'll have to stop Mr.

Keller. He's hemorrhaging very badly.

Oh, oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh, oh.

You think you can drive any more tonight?

I suppose so.

I'll get something good all of a sudden.

Now, this is a rough idea of the trail.

We're about here.

We're going to leave
and go across some broken country

to a canyon that I saw yesterday.

Well, I was out scouting.
There's a water hole in it.

I think it's a good idea
that we hole up there for a while.

How far do you think
we are from the wagon train?

We should be about here.

If everything goes right,

they'll be down this way in three
or four days at the most.

Oh, then we could intercept them there.

I hope so.

You've changed your mind. Why?

Because there's a sizable youth w*r party
gathering between us and the trail.

Well,

a pretty heavy load for a woman.

We're used to hard work, Mr.

McCullough.

You must have quite a way

with horses,
usually pretty skittish around strangers.

I grew up around skittish horses.

Did you, ma'am?

Why don't you call me sister,
as you do the others?

Oh, I don't know.

I guess it's just that
you seem different than the others.

Oh, I hope not.

Well, I mean, you don't expect a nun
to handle a wagon driver team like a man.

Or capture the heart of a one man heist.

One isn't born in a convent.

Mr. McCullough, I rode before I walked

perched upon my father's saddle.

I remember when I was a child,
I thought the greatest day of my life

would be the day of my first hunt.

I bet you were the belle of the ball.

Oh. No.

I challenged my brother
and his friends to a race, and I won.

Not one of them would dance with me.

I am the fastest horse in the state.

They just carry the latest load.

That's plain to see.

Even in that outfit you were.

It's called a habit.

Whatever it's called,
it makes you look beautiful.

I assure you, that isn't its purpose.

But you'll have to admit it's true.

All you have to do is look in the mirror.

There are no mirrors in convents.

You mean you've never seen yourself?

No. Well, I don't carry a mirror either.

But the water in that pool is clear
enough for me to share by this morning.

You don't understand, Mr. McCullough.

Giving up mirrors is a sacrifice we make.

It seems to me you make a lot
of sacrifices choosing this life.

Oh, it chose me.

Harriman Well,
I know it's hard to explain.

It's just something
you feel in your heart.

Why does a man become a scout?

Oh, that's different.

You're a woman

giving up family and friends for a lonely,

desolate country
that could turn deadly in a minute.

A lot of places have been lonely
and deadly.

People have changed them.

Sometimes the place has changed.

The people.

Once you take the first,
she tells you what I want to tell.

I beg your pardon?

One is taking the first watch.

If there's anything you want,
you just get.

Just Grandpa.

Thank you.

Money.

See to my.

Father.

Oh, you see? To

see to my son. He'd

put forward a

g*n to the

consulate.

You all right, ma'am?

Was it quite necessary
to sh**t to k*ll Mr.

McCullough?

First thing you learn out here, sister,
is when you have to use a g*n, sh**t fast

and sh**t to k*ll.

I believe this belongs to you,

Mr. McCullough.

I don't know how to say it.

How do you think someone
for saving your life?

I won't take credit for that, ma'am,
until I've got you safely

out of this.

A man who's dead here.

Man, I only wanted to help.

Now he's dead because of me.

He's dead because he tried to k*ll you.

He didn't understand.

I seldom do.

You might think they understand.

And all of a sudden, in a minute,
they revert to their old ways.

You'd be wasting your life out here.

You think you can change these people?

Well, you're in for a heartache
besides hardship.

Mr. McCullough, if we can plant

just a few seeds of faith in a few souls.

Hardship is a small price to pay.

Haven't seen that to be planted
in fertile soil.

You could spend your whole life out here
and just give these people

a veneer of Christianity.

I hardly think this is the place
to discuss it.

You ever hear of the Sunni
tribe in Arizona?

But the Franciscans came along
and Christianize them.

Everything was peaceful and quiet
until one night in 1780

when they rose up
and massacred every priest within miles.

No one knows why.

And last night here,
the strongest argument for your death

was spoken by an old man
who spent his boyhood at a mission school.

Like I said, I revert.

Would you like some coffee, ma'am?

Oh, no, thank you.

I've had my. Sister, Joseph.

This is my idea of coffee.

Pity she can't make a proper cup of tea.

When in.

Rome.

Sister, I'm sure that whoever coined that
phrase had never tasted American coffee.

I haven't seen one yet.

Has he had breakfast, sister?

No. Well, then, where is he?

He's gone.

Gone?

He's made a run for it.

Took one of the horses
and left last night.

You mean he's deserted?

Not that he's going to get very far.

Oh, poor one.

Only last night
he was speaking of his wife and child.

I guess he just lost courage.

He may have more courage than you think.

Perhaps he's going to get help
from your wagon train, Mr.

McCullough.

In that case,
he'd better be quick about it. Oh,

right now they just want to talk.

Well, then we must go out and try
to make them understand who we are,

what we're doing. Here.
Wait a minute, sister.

Even if they could understand,
they wouldn't listen to you.

Women I heard and counsel highly enough

to let me do the talking for you.

Just wish I had something to bargain with

besides words.

Wait a minute.

No wonder
he spends so much time by himself.

He's not a Navajo, is a youth.

And one thing about youth,
they love their children.

We hold on to him as a hostage.

We might be able to avert an attack.

But we mustn't do that.

We must send him back to his people
as evidence of our good faith.

To hold him as a hostage
is against everything we stand for.

Sister, you might be willing to die
for an idea like that, but I'm not.

Now, I don't mean the boy any harm, but

if I can use him to get us out of here,
I'm going to do it.

Quite right.

The important consideration is to reach
Saint Joseph's and fulfill our mission.

In this case,
just as the end justifies the means.

Don't you think Best, Mr. McCullough?

Yes, Mr.

McCullough.

Now, sister,
don't you worry about anything.

I don't mean any harm, but I need this.

For what?

To be careful, Mr.

McCullough. Don't worry about me, ma'am.

I got strong medicine.

Perhaps this will make it even stronger.

My brother wore it through the w*r.

He said it brought him
safely back to his home.

And sweetheart
might bring you back to your horse.

Well, I don't have a sweetheart
to come home to, but I'll be glad to.

When Rico,
we have sat together at the council, fires

have always a peacemaker in the camp
with you come upon gray youths.

You know the language of the white men.

We are at w*r with the white men.

You are not at w*r with such as these

women.

And these wagons come in the name
of the Great Spirit to heal the sick,

to teach your children
they mean your people no harm.

In their wagons. They protect our enemies.

The novel Does
the great RICO make w*r on children?

You will make w*r on all
Who would try to steal our land?

These women only wish to pass
through your land.

Your.

The old own will speak the condemned.

Look for this stolen money.

When the old one was a little boy,
he went to the missionary school.

And later the soldiers came from across
the ocean, North Dakota.

And the people felt
the sharpness of their bayonets.

Or won a new suit.

And they grew angry.

They condemn it out to.

His father and the father of his father,
who took part in the m*ssacre,

k*lling all the soldiers
in the black robes to.

Bear, sat on not knee.

All this, he remembers.

Each Oh.

He tells us

that they're coming again soon

and that we must k*ll them.

The soldier will come soon and men
without honor

and my people will suffer.

If you make w*r on these people,

you make w*r on a future brave

one of your own.

You just the way they used to keep up
parly.

Why do you go?

The medicine bag belonged to his son.

In camp the women
sing the death chant for the boy.

Tell them the boy lives.

The women saved his life.

Oh, for that they should go free.

It must be spoken of at the Council Fire.

When the sun comes again,
we return to this place.

Amigo.

One. Amigo.

Juanito,

amigo. Oh.

What do you think you're going?

I heard a voice.

I think it was one. So I think he's hurt.

It's an old Indian trick, and it's learned
a lot of people in the ambush.

I didn't mean to be rough with you, amigo.

Go out and have a look around.

You stay here.

No matter what happens, don't stand.

Oh, be careful.

I've got very powerful medicine.

Remember,

amigo?

Oh. Behind you, Mr.

McCoy. Behind you.

Down alive.

Thank God you're alive.

I told you to stay at the wagon

if anything had happened to you.

I'm all right.

Truly, I am,

Lady.

You'll do to ride the trail with.

Thanks to my gut.

They're coming.

They're safe.

Sister, what's the meaning of this?

Leaving your patient?

When I heard voices,
I thought it was funny.

Mr. McCullough went out in the ute with
you might have cost him his life just.

Save two lives, Sister.

Only reason

this woman could have left the tribe
is that she's telling his wife.

That means that a council tenant has

decided he'd rather see his boy dead
than spare the rest of us.

And she's decided to die with her son.

I'll take her to her.

Oh. Oh,

what's that?

The death channel.

Pleased and prayed.

After what you did tonight.

How could I?

You know, the Chinese believe when you
save another person's life, you're

responsible for it.

After that,

I guess.

Is that so?

We're responsible for each other from here
on out.

From here on out.

How long will that be?

Well, I like falling.

There's always a chance
that one got through.

And now that we've got a woman. Well,

I'm hoping
that Rekha will accept the bargain.

Oh, I hope so.

We've come so close.

Sister Monica,
to her dreams of a mission hospital.

Sister

Joseph to celebrating her silver jubilee.

Silver, 25 years.

That's quite a celebration.

Yes, we were to make it a double
celebration.

I was to make my perpetual vows that day.

You mean you're not in yet for good?

Oh, no.

The order gives us a very long time

to make up our hearts and minds.

Even after our novitiate. We.

We wait five years
before we make our final vows.

They must make very sure
that this is the life for us.

And so must your men.

So must you.

The boy and his mother are released.

We can leave Rico's territory
by the shortest route possible.

Wait a minute.

There's more

we can leave.

Provided
the Navajo children are left behind.

Lead them to the tribe
that slaughtered the whole village.

Couldn't they trust us?

We could never abandon them
to save ourselves.

Sisters,
let's not give way to childish emotions.

Mr. McCullough,

you said that the youths loved children.

I said they love their own children.

These are Navajo

serve as a warning
to what will happen to other Navajo

that try to enter youth country.

You've got to know sundown
to make a decision.

No more time is necessary, Mr.

McCullough.

He can have our answer now, Sister Rita.

As long as I am superior here,
I will decide what we will tell Rico

and when.

My stomach mount,

I'll make up. The.

Because that this will help us make up
our minds.

This would have happened to the children.

I'm quite aware of that.

It would have been monstrous
even to consider Rico's proposal.

But Mr.

McCullough has pointed out that every hour
of delay brings the wagon train nearer.

I wouldn't count on that. Now, Sister.

Do you understand, Mr.

McCullough,
that for us, there can only be one answer.

We will all live together. How?

We will all die together.

Oh, surely not all, sister.

We have it in our power
to save two innocent lives.

The boy and his mother must be sent
back to the people.

The end no longer justifies the means.

Sister,

You think far too much with your heart
and far too little with your head ahead.

See that the children stay back, please.

If we did send the boy and his mother
back, it would mean an immediate attack.

Is that not so?

Mr. McCullough?

And we must wait until the last

possible moment before releasing.

That's what I did, Sister.

Come have a cup of coffee, Sister,

when you were

mistress of novices,
you always knew when we were troubled.

You say, Come have a cup of hot.

We thought you could read our souls.

Come and sit down.

Thank you.

Remember that phrase you used to read

so often about the dark night of the soul?

This is such a night.

I'm growing old most of my life behind me.

When you're young with so much ahead, it's
hard to face the thought of dying.

Oh, I'm not afraid to die.

I wish I had the courage to live.

Oh, don't struggle so long, little sister.

Pray, Pray for strength.

And enlightenment that

God has seen fit to test. You.

And I failed him.

It takes courage to acknowledge, doubts.

To face resolve. Them.

And in the end,
your faith will be even stronger.

I think

Sister Monica could do with a little Tim.

I'll take it.

I will.

Dear God, help me to help.

To help all of them.

Amen.

Oh, he will help.

When?

In his own time and in his own way.

You've got your faith, sister.

I've got mine.

Oh, Mr.

McCullough, there must be some way
to avert a m*ssacre here.

If we took the boy and his mother back
to the people, surely they'd speak for us.

Their words
would mean a thing against or eloping.

But he says his law
and he connects missionaries with soldiers

and opportunists who followed them
and took advantage of the Indian.

It might have been a missionary
didn't once, but

he's all savage now.

He's.

Good night, Mr.

McCullough.

I'm a chance to
sleep on those drums. Beaten.

This is not a night for sleeping, Mr.

McCullough.

I know the drum stuff, Don.

And then they'll come.

One thing you should know,

I'm saving three b*ll*ts.

You and the sisters won't be taken alive.

Poor Mr.

McCullough.

I don't like this.

A man just thinking

about things
he might have done differently.

Any regrets, ma'am?

No. You two,

one, Then I can't get you out of this.

The other

that we didn't meet a long time ago.

Being in the w*r

and writing a lot of alone like I do men.

Those a picture of a woman,
kind of an image that

I kept in his heart.

Like a shrine.

Some men go their whole lives

and never find it.

I found it in you.

Our few days here have been among
the best days of my life.

I'm sorry.

I just wish things could have been

well worked out differently.

I didn't mean to offend you.

Offend me, Mr.

McCullough

paid me a very beautiful compliment.

Sister Rita.

Mr. McConnell,

how long is Sister Josephine gone?



I wanted to talk to her,
but she's nowhere to be found.

While I was looking,
I checked the lean to the boy

and his mother are missing as well.

They've k*lled.

Let's hope, sir.

Oh, Mr.

McCullough,
will you see to the children, please?

From the moment

you found us,
I think you knew it would end like this.

But it was a splendid effort on your part.

You've done everything humanly possible,

Flint.

Yes. I want you to do one more thing.

I want you to ride for help.

We both knows it's not time for that.

Not for us, perhaps.

But what about the people on the wagon
train?

It's your duty to warn them of the danger.

I'm not leaving, sister.

You remember what you said
about the expandability

of the fuel
and the lives of many were endangered.

The measure can take care of the train.

There's no sense in.

You're getting k*lled because of us.

The dawn. We're giving ourselves up.

You could be miles away by then.

I couldn't be that.

I won't forget the idea.

I know your people aren't afraid to die.

A lot can happen before you die.

And I can never write foreign after labor
memory

like that behind

Mr. McCullough.

At a time like this,
the heart has a way of playing tricks.

No, it's been a long, lonely search.

But it ends here.

I'm sorry if you think that's wrong, but

that's the way it is.

One can't help the direction
in which the heart goes.

The right or wrong comes in.

What one does about it.

I hope and pray

that it's a love
that doesn't hurt or trouble her.

It wouldn't have said a thing like that
last night.

So much has happened since last night.

So very much.

If I've said anything rude or

if I've seen rough to you, it's
just that I've never been around

people like you before.

I want you to know
I'm very proud to have known you.

And I knew my valiant friend

sister. Mr.

McCullough.

Someone's coming.

And I wonder what this means.

Something shaping up for us, the drums

and others

come.

The woman from the wagon, she dies.

Oh, Sister.

This is a good woman.

She is a brave woman.

She was a friend of my people.

And for this

all, go free.

Sister.

Sister, forgive me. My disobedience.

You taught me the wisdom
of following the heart.

Sister,

I must ask forgiveness

for my sharpness,

for my pride.

You are right, sister.

You got us out of it.

Oh, Mr.. McCullough.

God did it. I.

I was only the instrument

for this.

Tonino. I die with a white man scout.

Take this knife and k*ll him. Now.

No, no, Mr.

McCullough, He must not
let you take a life for a life.

Perhaps Tonino, too.

Did God's work.

Please.

He must not be punished.

The women wish to needed to live.

The word of recorded law.

Is the law of RICO greater
than the law of the Great Spirit.

We are servants of the Great Spirit

who forgives all we do not k*ll.

Not even our enemies.

Hear me, Rico. It is not our way.

Become an unknown

at Amarna.

See your peccadilloes

become fierce for yours.

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Welcome, my boy.

Mea culpa

Pour me when I be cynical

or you you are only both empty

kings Are you the

K*llers?

Berlusconi lost Picasso's

you He lost conduce.

I love you.

They had thousands

audiences.

Beseech.

A little, but it was so

Misericordia, so jealous, consenting

blind, all hands here, no

absolution.

He burned on it.

Those of West Prospect Gardens

as he sat.

And Joseph said to his brother,

I die

and God will surely visit you,

bring you out of this land

under the land which he swear to Abraham,

Isaac

and Jacob

were right.

Mr. McCullough. They do revert.

Yeah,

I guess it works both ways.

You were right.

Sister.

Come on, try to.

Get his stuff on.

Yeah, We want to move now.

No, Major. Major,

How long do you think it'll take?

You to get to this Saint Joseph?

Not a week, I guess. Why?

Oh, I was just wondering.

I thought maybe I'd like to write up
and take a look at this here for him.

I'll take you better in a week. Boy.

That's right.

Listen, you.

Have a.

Duty to the rest

once you go ahead.

Good morning, sister.

Good morning, Major.

Nuns and scouts. Mr. McCullough,
they work.

Has never done. Work.

Why, sister,
haven't you heard that, fellows?

Going off on a week's vacation,
a whole week?

Nothing but pleasure.

You were going without saying goodbye.

Well, I'm not much for saying goodbyes,
but I wasn't.

I was going to drop by your
wagon and leave this place.

You're right.

It's a powerful medicine.

I'd like you to keep it, Mr.

McCullough, so that wherever you go,
you'll always know our prayers

go with you.

By a conduce system.

By a condemns. Mr. McCullough.

Go with God, my friend.

Try to follow sister.

Always way out in front

looking for something.

I hope he finds it's human nature.

I hope he finds it.