Dorothy Mills

Where can I go from Your Spirit?

Where can I flee

from Your presence?

If I go up to the heavens,

You're there.

If I rise on the wings of the dawn,

if I settle on the far side of the sea,

even there,

Your Hand will guide me.

There is no place you can go,

no place you can be,

where you are not in the presence

of the Lord our God.

There is no thought

you can have,

no dream

you can dream,

where the Lord our God

does not see.

If I go up to the heavens,

You are there.

If I rise on the wings of the dawn,

if I settle

on the far side of the sea,

even there,

Your hand will guide me.

If I make my bed in the depths,

You are there.

Dorothy? We're back.

Dorothy?

Naughty baby won't drink its milk!

Jesus!

Shh. Shh.

- No, please!

- Calm down.

You see what I mean?

Absolutely normal.

Can I have a cigarette?

Things are still very...

confused.

There's no rush.

You take all the time you want.

Where should I begin?

You wanted this case.

You knew how difficult it would be.

But you still wanted it.

You insisted.

I wanted to go.

I needed to.

I had to get away

before the city smothered me.

They're riding our backside!

Hurry up!

Hurry up!

Faster!

Go! Step on it! Step on it!

Come on, lads.

The Lord giveth,

and the Lord taketh away.

Look over there!

You all right, miss? You're okay?

I wasn't speeding.

There were two cars racing each other.

Racing each other?

An orange and a blue one.

It's hardly a diving watch you've got there.

Let it dry.

It'll tick again in a day or two.

Well, we can't

sit around here all night.

Wait. There's a back entrance.

The psychiatrist.

- Gloria.

- Did you have a bit of an accident, huh?

All right, Colin?

You come with me.

We'll get you dried off.

Here it is. Isn't a suite,

but I hope you'll be comfortable.

I'll maybe get you another blanket.

It's been cold these last few nights.

The heating's been on all day,

so there should be

plenty of hot water.

This is the bathroom.

Should I run a bath for you?

I'll bring you up another towel.

Don't take any notice of the menfolk.

They're decent enough men at heart.

Be back up in a few minutes.

Bring you up a bit of supper.

There you are.

Did you sleep well?

Not with an electric guitar

playing over my head all night.

That's funny.

There's no one here but ourselves.

You were maybe dreaming.

It's a lovely day.

I'll get you some white pudding.

It's delicious. You'll love it.

How long will it take to fix this?

It's scrap.

Even if we could get the parts,

it would cost more

than the car's worth.

Can I rent a car?

I've only got that pickup over there.

- Is it safe?

- How safe was your BMW?

I'll get you the keys.

You must understand that I'm here

as much as for your sake

as for Dorothy's.

You're already making excuses for her?

I'm trying to find out the truth.

The truth?

The truth is...

you'll find some name for her condition,

and in another couple of years,

she'll be out there abusing

someone else's child,

maybe even her own.

Can you tell me

what happened that night?

That was the first time

we used Dorothy as a babysitter.

I had my doubts,

but the pastor said she was all right.

Dorothy? We're back.

Dorothy?

Naughty baby won't drink its milk!

Jesus!

He's my baby.

He's my baby. He's my baby!

- Get away from him!

- He's my baby!

Hello, sh*t face!

What have you done?

What have you done?

What have you done!

Come on. Come on!

Pastor, you gotta

let us on to the mainland.

It's an emergency. Please!

In this case, we'll make an exception.

Well, I'll call for assistance.

They'll send a helicopter.

She's a f***in' nutcase.

Ask Paul Fallon's son Jake

what he thinks of her.

Hello, Dorothy.

I'm Dr. Morton,

but you can call me Jane.

You were expecting me, weren't you?

You're very gifted.

Dorothy, we need to talk.

Can I sit here?

You know why I'm here, don't you?

Look, all I want is to listen to you.

I'm not here to judge you,

and I won't make any decisions.

Do you like babies?

What baby?

There was no baby.

I wasn't even there.

I don't want to speak anymore.

Nobody listens to me.

Nobody.

I'm listening.

And I'll understand you.

Dorothy.

Trust me.

So where were you if you

weren't at the Kearsleys'?

I said my prayers,

and I went to bed.

And I woke up in the morning

in my bed.

Do you remember anything else?

I'm sick of all your questions.

Okay.

Well, why don't we just

swap places, then?

You ask me questions.

I can ask you questions?

You think she's guilty, don't you?

I'm just doing the first psychological

assessment in this case.

Case?

This case is a child.

And she has suffered enough.

It's up to the court

to decide what happens.

I promise I'll do what's best for her.

"Curiosity.

Sin or flaw?"

That's enough now!

Write that out 100 times

and show me in the morning.

Now go!

So you're the doctor, too?

I am.

How long have you

been looking after Dorothy?

Not since she was 13.

Healthy child, isn't she?

Here on the island,

we live a clean, healthy life.

Our faith shelters us.

I suppose you just failed to notice

her mental illness?

Dorothy is a special child.

There is a place for her

in our community.

Even if she did molest that baby?

It is the Lord's place to judge, not mine.

I'm not here to judge her, either.

I'm here to help her.

And she can be helped.

We have little faith in your science.

How can your science

fathom her pure soul?

One of God's angels.

An angel that might end up in prison.

They're not really fond

of women in here, are they?

It's a very devout community.

They take their faith very seriously.

You're not a believer?

Me? No. Jeez.

Had enough of that when I was a kid.

You were born here?

Hmm. And raised.

Tried to escape the place,

but this island is like a magnet.

You can't escape.

There you are.

What is it with white food and this island?

Hey, you've only three days of it.

I have to live here.

I saw Dorothy today.

Yeah? How'd it go?

I think she's scared to death.

- Scared of who?

- Don't know.

Herself, maybe.

Self-loathing can be a powerful driver.

Don't stare at her too long there, John.

You know what these shrinks are like.

Wouldn't want her to know

we're thinking about f***ing her.

Jesus.

Dear Lord...

...once again we ask You

to shower Your blessings upon us.

Give unto Your servant Dorothy

the warmth of Your divine light.

Let her find the way

through the halls of darkness.

Talk to me.

I know you're there, my son.

Say hello to your mother, son.

Happy Birthday, son.

Perhaps this is not the time.

I'm sorry, mate.

Hello!

Janey!

What's up, lying shrink?

Hope we're not wakin' you up, eh!

We don't need you!

Go back to where you belong!

Would you calm down, John?

Come on, lad. They're only kids.

- Christ Almighty!

- Jesus.

They're just kids, John.

- It's just kids messing about.

- Let go of me.

I'll f***ing kill them.

They were underneath

my window, waiting for me.

Look, I can see you're upset.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes