The Magdalene Sisters Page #3

if you want to save men

from themselves,

you'll remove that temptation.

Do you understand me, girl?

Yes, Sister.

I wasn't asking you.

I understand you, Sister.

You sure, now?

There were a few words

of more than one syllable there.

I understand you, Sister.

Now...

Disobedience will

not be tolerated.

Face the wall.

Now, go on.

The two of you,

back to your work.

Una...

Have you completely

lost your mind?

Your hair's

no good to you now.

We'll pack it away later,

sell it to O'Brien's,

give the money

to the black babies.

All right?

Oh.

You won't be running away now,

will you,

with your hair like this?

So, where would you go?

I have a cousin

in Dublin.

She's a hairdresser.

I've only met her once,

but I'm sure

she wouldn't turn me away

if I asked her for help.

You want to come with me?

Why?

What in God's name

have we done to deserve this?

We're not slaves.

We're not criminals.

What have we done?

Having a baby is not a crime.

Having a baby

before you're married

is a mortal sin.

All the mortal sins in the world

wouldn't justify this place.

I'll tell you...

I'd commit any sin,

mortal or otherwise,

to get the hell out of here.

So, are we gonna get married?

What?

We could run away together.

Where would we go?

Go to England or America

or something.

Have you got any money?

Do I look like I have any money?

I thought you might have

saved up some of your wages.

You think I came here

because I answered an ad?

No. I just thought you might

have got something.

We get nothin'.

So?

So, what?

Run away together?

How can we run away together?

We've got no money,

nowhere to go.

And anyway,

I hardly even know you.

All right, you can look.

But if you try and touch,

I'll have to kick your teeth in.

It's not a f***in' chimley!

Do you have the keys

to the back door?

No, Seamus has them.

But you can get them?

I think so.

Then get them

and bring them here tonight.

Tonight?

Yeah.

Oh, dear God.

Oh, dear God in Heaven.

- Oh, Jesus.

- Oh, dear God in Heaven!

You have to promise me

you'll be here.

All right, I promise.

If you don't come,

they'll kill me!

I promise.

Get away from me!

I don't even want to

look at you!

You're a disgusting...

you're a disgusting girl!

We're gettin' married, honest.

He'll never marry you.

Never.

He will, but if you...

if you tell,

I can't get out of here.

And then we can't get married.

Then I'll be a sinner.

You don't want me

to be a sinner.

No.

Look, I'll tell Sister Bridget

you were disgusting,

and then... then, you see,

they'll keep you here forever.

You'll be able to

get into Heaven

because you'll have paid

for all your disgusting sins,

- here, now.

- Please.

- Isn't that good?

- Please don't tell her.

I'll stay here.

I'll work hard every day.

I'll pray for all my sins.

Please don't tell her.

But I have to tell her.

I have to.

Fine.

But if you do, I'll kill myself.

And you know

what that means.

It means I'll go straight

to hell and so will you.

'Cause in the eyes of God,

you'll be a murderer,

same as me.

No.

No, it doesn't.

Not true.

This is f***in' mad, Brendan.

This is f***in' nuts.

Open the door, eh?

Open the door.

Brendan!

Brendan, it's me!

Please open the door!

Ah, this is madness.

Christ, I don't even know

your name, it's that mad!

Bernadette!

My name is Bernadette.

Please open the door!

They'll know it was me!

You know that, don't you?

I'll lose me job.

Everything!

I have a brother

doing 6 years in jail

for stealing apples of the nuns!

Now, what would they give me?!

- I'm sorry.

- Brendan!

I can't do it.

Brendan!

Don't leave me here.

I'm sorry.

At least open the f***ing door!

Hold still!

It's okay.

I'll hold her.

- Stop it! Stop it!

Stop, girl!

Stop!

Here.

Keep hold.

Still.

Open your eyes, girl.

Open them.

I want you to see yourself

as you really are.

Now that your vanity is gone

and your arrogance defeated,

you're free.

Free to choose

between right and wrong,

good and evil.

So now you must look

deep into your soul,

find that which is

pure and decent,

and offer it up to God.

Then and only then

will you find salvation.

In nomine Patris, et Filii,

et Spiritus Sancti.

Amen.

- Amen.

- Amen.

All right, enough.

Ah, there's nothing like

a little exercise before supper.

Though I have to say

some of you could do with

cutting down on the potatoes.

Arms by your sides.

Frances, do you know,

I've never noticed before,

but not only do you have

the tiniest breasts

I've ever seen,

but you've got no nipples.

Do you see that?

That can't be natural, can it?

So, we're all agreed.

Frances has

the littlest breasts.

But who's got the biggest?

I'd say it was Patricia.

No, she's just

broad at the back.

Turn around, Patricia.

See?

She's just big at the back.

Patricia, you have

a brickie's back!

A couple of tattoos

and you could pass

yourself off as a nabby.

No.

Biggest breasts definitely

have to go to Cecilia.

Give yourself a round

of applause, Cecilia.

Good girl.

So, we've covered

biggest breasts,

littlest breasts.

Biggest bottom.

So that only leaves us

with the hairiest.

Crispina.

Step forward.

And, Bernadette, step forward.

Stand beside each other.

Crispina.

Get your hands away from there.

Get them away!

Bernadette, you have

more hair down there

than you have on your head.

But the winner is...

Crispina.

Crispina...

You've won.

Why are you crying?

I don't know, Sister.

Well, neither do I.

It's a game.

Ah, put your clothes on,

the lot of you.

It's time for tea.

"Every day of my life

belongs to Thee, O my God.

And every action of my life

should be performed

with the pure intention

of honoring Thee alone.

From this moment, I offer them

to Thy sacred heart,

and by this offering,

I consecrate them

without reserve to Thy glory.

Therefore, I will perform them

with all possible perfection.

Do not permit them,

O my divine Savior,

to be sullied by any motives

unworthy of Thy..."

What's going on down there?

Crispina, what are you

playing at?

I don't know, Sister.

She's very hot, Sister.

Well, take her to bed.

Come on.

Sorry, Sister.

I think I made a mess, Sister.

Sorry.

"I renounce all that could

lessen the merit of my offering.

I renounce all vanity,

self-love, and human respect.

Grant, O my God,

that I may commence, continue,

and end this day in Thy grace

and solely from the pure motive

of pleasing and honoring Thee."

Amen.

Amen.

I think I might be dying.

You've just got a fever.

Maybe you have the flu.

You can die from the flu.

Old people die from the flu,

not young people.

Crispina, did you lie in this

all night?

Oh, Crispina,

did you wet the bed?

I've never wet the bed,

not even when I was little.

Then what happened?

It's soaking wet.

Thank God it hasn't gone

all the way through.

We'd have to tell the Sisters.

You wouldn't want that row,

now, would you?

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