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were quarreling about.

Thank you.

The Cardinal.

The doctor's here.

What did I tell you about

your grandmother?

I forbid you to read any of

her delusional nonsense!

- Hello.

- Come in, doctor.

Ooh, dear, dear, dear,

What do we got here?

Very pale and

interesting I'm sure.

Stay with me, stay with me.

She has a bad case of the flu.

Okay, you can lie back.

She going to have to

stay in bed all weekend...

and take plenty of hot baths.

Follow me.

Pain is psychological.

If your mind truly

believes it is real...

your body will respone.

Oh Jim, I'm preparing

this for Jessica.

Can you take it up to her?

I'm sure she'd prefer

you to take it to her

A little too soon for

the mother hen number.

Whatever.

Come in.

Lunch is served.

Courtesy of your mother.

I see you're still her valet.

And I see that gratitude

is still a family trait,

passed on from one

generation to another.

And for the record, it was me...

that asked to come and

bring you this up.

Thank you.

Back to your quarters.

I know your mother can be cold.

But you got to

go easy on her.

Losing Rose has,

hit her very hard.

You're...

You're far t...

too kind to her.

You know you are right.

Your mother's a filthy c*nt!

What did you just say?

Welcome home, Darling.

Jessica, Baby!

I just don't think

Jessica's gonna like it.

Sweetheart!

What are you doing?

Have you no shame?

I'm your mother!

But mom, you're the

one who started.

Will you never learn?

Go stand in the corner,

Little Miss Goody Two Shoes.

Go on!

Now!

Hands behind your back.

Stay here! Your could wake

her with your footsteps.

She should take her medicine.

Please, give it to her.

It can wait!

Stop challenging

me all the time.

That's it.

Sleep tight, sweetheart.

I beg thee to inflate my will...

to purify my body and

sanctify my soul.

Oh my dear God,

I do believe in thee.

Do thou strengthen my faith.

I beg thee to inflate my will...

to purify my body and

sanctify my soul.

Why aren't your sheets

stained with blood anymore?

I am the Immaculate One.

I promise.

I am the Immaculate One, Father.

Shut up!

And keep praying.

I will keep praying.

I promise.

Give me strength, oh dear lord...

to expiate my offenses...

to overcome my temptations

and to subdue my passions.

Grant me that I may

prepare for death...

And that I may fear

thy last judgments...

And that...

and that...

Would you like to finish saying

your prayer in Saint Winston?

S S:

Don't send me to Saint Winston's.

Please!

S S:

Don't send me to Saint

Winston's, father!

Grant that I may

prepare for death...

that I may fear

thy judgements...

that I may escape hell...

and, in the end,

obtain heaven...

through the merits of

our Lord Jesus Christ.

Amen.

I'm dreaming and I

want to wake up.

I'm dreaming and I

want to wake up.

I'm dreaming and I

want to wake up.

Keep praying.

Keep praying.

What did you just say?

Do you know what

Saint Winston is?

Yes.

It's a scarey chapel

your grandfather invented.

He used to tell me

it's where they sent...

naughty children to do

penance for their sins.

He was always threatening

to send me there.

When I didn't behave.

When I was little.

Does the "Immaculate One"

mean something for you?

Who told you about that?

Grandma, I guess.

She's always talking to her dead

grandmother in her dreams!

- This really is going too far.

- Please Catelyn.

- Try at least to...

- Try what?

Well if you think

you're so smart...

why don't you just

deal with it yourself?

I'll try and talk some

sense into her.

I promise you I'll

do the best I can.

And don't forget to take your pills

Try get some sleep.

Catelyn!

Can you at least admit there's

something very strange about the way

your daughter and your mother

have exactly the same visions?

For Christ's sake,

don't encourage her!

She's just been nosing around...

Mother's belongings and found some

of her crazy drawings. That's all!

I do not want my only daughter...

to lose her mind like my mother.

We have to protect her,

whether she likes it or not.

Oh, and...

could you ask George to clean

up mother's bedroom...

and burn everything he can find?

I really can't stand these

so called secrets anymore.

Nor can I.

Catelyn wants to get rid of...

all Rose's belongings...

as soon as possible.

First thing tomorrow.

Anything else?

Well, tell you the truth...

There are a couple

of things that...

I can't work out about Rose.

- I'm trying to join up the dots.

- You are huh?.

Do you think she quite

simply went mad?

Miss Jessica asked me

the same question this morning.

Why do people always worry about

their loved ones when it is too late?

You're right.

That's why I want to be

there Catelyn.

It's not your call, Jim.

When it comes to your family your

best will never be good enough.

Trust me, I know.

As for Rose's sanity...

come and see me tomorrow,

when I've cleared out her room.

You'll make up your own mind.

- You said at daybreak.

- Oh!

So here I am.

- Can I have a look?

- I've something better for you.

Everyone is someone else's lunatic,

you know?

Some secrets should rest in peace.

Is anyone at home?

You're looking the wrong way,

Over here son!

Little bastards!

They would scribble on my

buttocks if they could!

I doubt whether soap and

holy water would work.

- Why don't you paint it?

- I suppose so.

Religion still manages

to cover things up.

Right?

Then...

be a good Christian...

tell me what brings you here.

I'm worried about Catelyn.

I imagine Catelyn is

very discrete...

about her story.

- Poor girl.

- What story?

Nothing to be proud of.

When she was a...

teenage girl...

Catelyn wasn't a Virgin Mary...

if you see what I mean.

But her behavior was

nothing but a reaction...

a form of...

rebellion.

Rebellion against what?

She had to live by

her father's rules.

Drastic rules.

He was a powerful man comming

from an even more powerful family.

And Catelyn was forced...

to respect...

his legacy.

It was harsh...

and sad.

And you can't tell me

what happened I suppose?

Unholy evils...

I'm not proud of...

took place in this church.

You have to help

me find the key.

Find the key, find the key.

Find the key, find the key.

Find the key.

I've done nothing wrong, Father.

Think about the

salvation of your soul.

I'm not lying.

I...

am...

the Immaculate One.

What does it mean you're

the Immaculate One?

His faith and all his rules

forced me to it.

Father was mad,

and I wanted to live!

But my belly

continued to grow...

although he had

already killed you.

Why aren't you in bed, darling?

Do you need anything?

I need to talk.

I'm listening.

I've just seen you with giant

needles in your pregnant belly.

Needles that your father

was playing with.

I know it means something.

- My poor little girl.

- I really...really know.

What do you want me to tell you?

You're begining to scare me,

with this other life of yours.

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