Evelyn

Evelyn, did Jesus have a big sister?

No, Dermot, he didn't.

He wasn't as lucky as you.

He had two daddies, though.

God the Father and Joseph the carpenter.

Did Joseph ever do a bit of painting

and decorating like my dad?

Evelyn, you take the boys home.

l'll go find your mother.

-All right, Dad.

-Good girl.

l want the big one.

The big one's mine.

l'm the biggest. Come on.

l told you l was just going to the pub

for a Christmas drink.

Why kick up such a fuss?

Who was he?

You were all over him like a bloody rash.

Don't be stupid.

Sounds like Mommy and Daddy are back.

Right in front of all our friends, too.

Jesus.

You frozen little mites.

Come here, now.

We were arguing

if the chimney was wide enough for Santa.

lt's great we're on the top floor

so Santa can park his reindeers, and that.

lt is. He's got the whole roof to land on.

Say goodnight to Mommy.

When will Santa be here?

Santa's gonna be here very soon.

Off to bed with the lot of you.

-Santa will come when you're asleep.

-l won't be able to sleep.

You will, love. Take your jumper

and boots off. Not up on the bed.

-You all right?

-Yes, Daddy.

Okay. All right. Night-night.

Daddy, where's the carriages?

Son, Santa was a bit

strapped for cash this year.

lt costs a lot of money to feed those elves.

How much do they cost?

lt costs lots and lots.

Happy Christmas.

Granddad!

My little Christmas angel.

l hope you were a good girl. Were you?

-There's Granddad.

-Happy Christmas, everybody!

All right. Look at what you've got there.

Thanks, Granddad!

Granddad!

No money, no job.

Happy Christmas.

Look on the bright side, son.

Come the New Year, you'll have a new job.

You and the kids will be set up.

The world will be your oyster.

We never died a winter yet.

Oh, of all the money

that ever I earned

I spent it in good company

And all the harm that ever I done

Heidi, we're going to see Angela.

She's my best friend.

She has a dolly, too.

l'm sure she'd like to meet you.

Mommy's going shopping, Heidi.

Do you like her nice new shoes and coat?

But this is St. Stephen's Day.

Mommy, come back, it's St. Stephen's Day.

The shops are shut!

Daddy!

Be quiet.

-Daddy!

-What?

Mommy's gone. She was all dressed up

when she went away with a man in a car.

Jesus, don't let me down now. Come on.

She's your daughter.

You say you don't know where she's gone?

She's your wife,

and you don't know, do you?

l always said this would end in tears.

Should never have got stuck

with a corner boy like you.

Who's her fancy man?

ls it the bastard l saw her with in the pub?

-Your language is appalling.

-Your bloody....

Your bloody daughter is appalling.

l hope you don't use language like that

in front of your daughter.

Don't tell me how to bring up

my own daughter.

You obviously know sweet F.A. about it.

Where did she meet him? ln the pub?

No, you're the one who spends all his time

there. No wonder she got sick of you.

-l treated her well.

-Yeah?

l never raised a hand in anger to her once,

though she gave me just cause for it.

Maybe that's where l went wrong.

Here you are, love.

Hot milk.

Christmas pudding.

You want some of this?

lt's very nice.

No.

Why not? You must be starving.

She made it.

Maurice, give him the ball back.

l hear her fancy man is English.

Bastard. l might have guessed.

Good day, gentlemen.

l'm lnspector Logan of the SPCC.

Mrs. Daisley, your mother-in-law, l believe,

told us of your plight.

The SPCC?

The Society

for Prevention of Cruelty to Children?

That's correct.

ls she saying

that l've been cruel to my kids?

Not at all, Mr. Doyle.

We only have the children's welfare at heart.

To lose their mother at this age

can have a traumatizing effect.

How's that any business of yours?

l'm here to help you.

l understand you've no income

to support your family.

-Correct?

-Yeah.

Do you have any female relatives

to call upon?

Maureen. Des' mother, died a long time ago.

Then, Mr. Doyle, you have no choice but

to approach the authorities for assistance.

l will arrange for the Sisters to call.

We don't need your charity.

You have no job

and no mother for your children.

He's right, son.

All right.

Send in the nuns.

Sit still.

But l don't like cabbage.

lt is very good for you.

Eat it up. l don't want to hear about it.

You are a painter and decorator by trade,

but your attempts to secure employment...

since your wife's departure

have been unsuccessful.

Yes, sir. Your Honor.

But it's only been a couple of weeks.

And there's a big job coming up

at the Robert West House...

but that's not until the end of March.

And you have no other source of revenue?

Sir, my father, Henry,

who's sitting here, and myself...

we're setting up a tour of the Dublin pubs.

Surely that will represent expenditure

rather than income.

No, Your Honor.

We'll be playing music for money.

My father was a professional musician.

He played for Radio Eireann

until retirement age.

Dessie has a fine voice, Your Honor.

l'm sure he has.

But you won't be able to support your family

on that alone, will you?

Maybe not, Your Honor.

Under Section 10

of the Children's Act, 1941 ...

l hereby rule that

until there is a significant improvement...

in the domestic and financial circumstances

of Desmond Doyle...

his two sons, Dermot and Maurice...

will be placed in care

of the Christian Brothers in Kilkenny...

and his daughter, Evelyn Doyle...

will be committed

to St. Joseph's School in Dublin.

And l hope you don't have to leave them

in care for too long.

Daddy!

Come here. Come sit down.

-l wanna go home.

-l know you wanna go home.

We're gonna go home soon. Listen.

l love you very much.

You must understand that.

Granddad, there's St. Joseph, Jesus' daddy!

l'll pray to him to get us home.

He'll understand.

That's right, love, he'll understand.

Mr. Doyle, l'm Brother Eustace.

Look at the rays.

-Do you know what these are?

-No, Granddad.

Angel rays.

-Angel rays?

-Yes.

These mean that your guardian angel is

reminding you that he's waiting to help you.

All you have to do is believe in him.

Angel rays.

Look, pet, your favorites.

He's helping you already.

Granddad, please don't leave me here.

l don't want to stay here with the Sisters.

l hate them!

They're the Brides of Christ.

Then why do they wear

black, horrible dresses?

Brides should wear white dresses!

What's going on?

Have you been bold, young lady?

lt's all right.

l just dropped a tube of fruit gums.

-Come along, now.

-No.

Granddad, please don't go.

-Let go, now.

-Let go of me!

Please, Granddad!

Please be a good girl for the Sisters.

l'll come back and see you soon.

Disgraceful performance.

We'll teach you some manners in here.

We'll get you cleaned up,

you dirty little tinker.

Mr. Doyle.

Sister, please don't cut her hair.

lt's her father's pride and joy.

Thank you, Sister Brigid.

l'm sure we'll manage fine.

One large nun should be enough

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