Evelyn Page #3

You dare to question me about God?

lnsolent brat!

Right, outside.

Never...

never talk to me like that again!

Where's my daughter, Evelyn Doyle?

Do you have an appointment?

l don't need an appointment

to see my own daughter.

-Who are you?

-l'm Sister Brigid.

Are you?

lf you ever lay a finger

on my daughter again...

l will tear you...

limb from limb.

Now, where is she?

ln the refectory, on the first floor.

Right.

-You shouldn't be on the premises.

-l've come for my daughter.

-You must leave.

-l'm not leaving without her.

-You know that's impossible.

-l'm having her back. Where is she?

You cannot barge in here--

There's no bloody laws in lreland

that will keep her away from me.

How dare you use language like that

in front of me.

Don't speak to me like that. l will not have it.

Daddy! Don't fight.

Don't fight with Sister Theresa!

lt's all right, love. Don't worry.

Can l see her?

Not if you're going to run off with her.

That'll just get you arrested.

Okay, l promise.

l just wanna hold her for a second.

l give you my word, all right?

Evelyn, your daddy's here to see you.

lt's good to see you.

Daddy, have you come to take me home?

Yes.

l'll be taking you home soon, pet.

Very soon.

l hear you're doing well at your new job.

My circumstances have improved,

as you would say.

So, you'll take the case, then?

You've been drinking, haven't you?

l can smell it off your breath.

Since we're not planning on kissing,

l don't see a problem.

lt's not going to help our case...

if the court thinks

you're drinking your pay packet.

Our case?

That means you'll take it, then?

Who is this gobshite?

This ''gobshite''

is the Minister for Education.

He's claiming we require the consent

of your wife for the release of your kids.

How can we get her consent

when she's disappeared?

Even her pudding-faced old mother's

got no address.

lt's the law. Yours is a unique case.

Normally, the wife would be deceased.

She ran out on her kids.

What kind of mother would do that?

We could argue that she's emotionally

incapable of bringing up the children...

but l'm afraid all of that is,

strictly speaking, irrelevant.

The law still requires her consent...

no matter how irresponsibly

she may have behaved.

To hell with the law.

That attitude will get us nowhere, Desmond.

l've done everything l was asked to do.

That District Judge or Justice

didn't tell me l'd need my wife's consent.

He definitely misdirected you,

which gives us a useful basis for a start.

But it may not be material enough...

for a challenge in law,

as there are no precedents for your case.

We'll make the bloody precedent!

l want justice!

The law and justice

are two entirely different things.

Jesus. You can say that again.

Of course, l'm only a solicitor.

l'm not entitled to speak

in a court case like this.

We need a barrister.

And they're very expensive.

l don't care how much it costs.

l'll work round the clock, if l have to.

To fight Church and State

is to fight Goliath.

David beat Goliath, in the book l read.

-lt's a first edition.

-ls it?

Yeats.

lt'll be grand, l tell you.

l've got it all worked out, Dad.

Don't worry about it.

-Get us another pint.

-You'll have another one?

l will.

Make mine a large one, Bernadette.

A pint for Desmond.

You two are knocking them back tonight.

Poor Dessie's going through

a rough time lately.

Aren't we all fond of a drink?

That's right, Henry.

You can't hold that against a man, can you?

That lad of yours is going through hell.

-l think he's drinking to forget.

-You're right, Fergal.

l wonder if our American friend knows

the one thing worse than drinking to forget.

-Do you know what that is, son?

-Worse than drinking to forget? No.

Forgetting to drink.

l'll drink to that.

That wife of his

didn't know the meaning of the word ''love.''

Love.

lt's strange. The Greeks

have all these different words for love.

''Philia,'' ''agapi,'' ''eros.''

We have just the one.

We use the same word

for our nearest and dearest...

as we do for a packet of cigarettes.

-lt's interesting, isn't it?

-l think it's very interesting.

Did you know that Eskimos

have over 40 different words for snow?

-ls that a fact?

-lt's true. The wife told me that.

She should know. She's frigid.

You're an awful man.

-l keep telling you not to drink and drive.

-l'm not drinking and driving.

l drank before l drove.

-l don't think this is a good idea.

-lt's the only way, Dad.

lt's the only way.

-l can see the dormitory, there.

-We should come back some other time.

No. l've got to rescue the poor little mite.

Right, we've come this far.

Jesus.

They've greased the top of the wall.

Mind yourself, son.

Bernadette!

You're drenched!

That'll be the rain.

You're one to talk.

l just....

Come in.

-Sit yourself down.

-lt's okay. l'm not staying.

All right. Suit yourself.

l'll get you a towel. A clean one.

This place needs a good cleaning.

lt's got more empties than Fergal's.

Looking for a towel here somewhere. God.

Here we go.

There it is.

You can have it, if you want.

As a reward

for putting me in touch with your brother.

l had no idea you could do this.

There's lots of things l can do

that you don't know about.

l'm sure there are.

We're saving up for a housekeeper.

You know anyone who's suitable?

lt's not a housekeeper you need.

lt's a barkeeper.

You know what your problem is?

You think all you have to do is smile

with that cheeky twinkle...

and everything will be grand.

lt's time you grew up.

-You like my cheeky twinkle, then?

-You drink too much!

Ridiculous. l've got a lot on my mind.

-Like a trip to Scotland with your kids?

-What?

How do you know about that?

Because the tickets fell out of your coat.

An adult and three kids?

Who could that be, l wonder?

l knew you were up to something.

You big idiot.

Don't call me a big idiot!

l'll bet you want someone smooth,

like the Yank.

Whose jokes you laugh at all the time

like he's Oscar bloody Wilde.

Nick's funny. And he's more of a ladies' man

than Oscar ever was.

l get the message.

You fancy him.

Don't tell me who l fancy.

That's for me to decide.

What l don't want is a drunkard...

who has some mad notion about

sneaking off with his kids to Scotland.

Why should you care?

What business is it of yours?

Because l don't want

to have to visit you in prison.

Has anybody ever told you

you're a fine woman?

Lots of men.

Some of them weren't even married.

-Not until you give me the tickets.

-What?

Give me the ferry tickets.

l'll take them back and get you a refund.

Jesus, woman.

You drive a hard bargain. Where are they?

Here you go.

-Thanks.

-l always get sick on the ferry, anyway.

-l just think, you know, you and l--

-Do you really think l'd kiss you now?

lt'd be like kissing a soggy beer-mat.

-But you just said--

-No. l said you have to give up the drink.

For God's sake.

That's the hardest thing to do.

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