Augustin:
[Over the telephone]
Anne-Marie, can you hear me?
Anne-Marie:
Yes, how are you Papa?
Augustin:
[Hesitant]
I'm fine.
Anne-Marie:
And Mama...?
Augustin:
She's fine. She's next door with your brothers. fine.
Anne-Marie:
I'm scared...!
[the sounds of gunfire and mayhem increase]
Anne-Marie:
We can hear the guns.
Augustin:
[Trying to reassure himself as well as Anne-Marie]
It's all right. You're in a Catholic school; nobody can go in there.
Anne-Marie:
Papa, I have to go
[the alarm bell begins ringing offscreen]
Anne-Marie:
. The other girls are waiting for the phone.
Augustin:
[Distressed]
All right... you, you know I love you...!
Anne-Marie:
[Tearfully]
I love you too, Papa...! Bye...!
Augustin:
Bye-bye...!
[Hangs up. Anne Marie and a friend hug in fright, a scream from outside calls the girls' attention to the pandemonium in the courtyard]
Augustin:
.
Martine:
[Enters the office in a hurry]
Girls... calm down! I want you to go to your dormitories, quickly-! Quickly-!
Priest:
[Entering the office as Martine shepherds the girls out]
Martine, a word.
Martine:
[Focused on her frightened students]
I'm sorry Father, we have a school full of terrified girls.
Priest:
Martine, we are in a very difficult position, but we must do our duty. We cannot harbor rebels. We must hand them over.
Martine:
[Shocked at this proposal]
Father, these are not rebels! These are girls, girls that you've promised to raise as your own daughters! And now you would turn them out?
Priest:
What can I do, my child? We cannot protect all of them! I do not have the power to change the situation!
[Martine begins to leave, then turns to him again]
Priest:
We must pray.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:14