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.