The Magdalene Sisters Page #4

Hold this, will you?

You'll have to sleep

in your dress for now.

I'll go down and try and get

some clean sheets.

Thank you.

I can do it myself.

Well, do it.

I'll be back.

What happened now?

What's wrong with you?

I lost my holy medal.

My St. Christopher!

I've lost it!

Just calm down.

Look in your dress.

I'll look on the floor.

Where's my St. Christopher?

- I don't know.

- Oh, God help me!

Crispina, shh.

It's all right.

Please be calm and lie down,

will you?

It probably fell off.

I'll go down and find it

for you.

You just lie there,

nice and still.

Please help me.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Shh.

I'll go find it for you.

She's not well.

She's not...

What?

Crispina?

Crispina, what are you doing?

You'll never find

my St. Christopher.

I will so.

Come down from there

and get back into bed.

It's my punishment.

Punishment for what?

I promise you,

I will find it for you.

Now, come down from there.

Come on.

Lay down.

If you died of the flu,

it wouldn't be your fault.

Sure it wouldn't?

Of course it wouldn't be

your fault.

You're not gonna die of the flu.

I told you that already.

But if you did?

Are you gonna behave now?

Yeah.

I have to get back to work.

Come already!

Patricia, come and get it

off her throat.

Take her legs.

Lift her.

Lift her.

Crispina, stop kicking,

will you?

Try and keep still!

Please!

- She can't breathe!

- Lift her up.

Pull it off.

Keep still, Crispina!

Will you keep still?

Loosen it!

I can't.

It's too tight.

Will you loosen it?

I can't!

It's too tight!

Keep her there.

Don't move her.

There.

You got it.

Lift her over.

Crispina, why did you

want to kill yourself?

Jesus, that's a stupid thing

to ask in this place.

Why?

I wanted to die of the flu,

but you said I wouldn't.

But you mustn't try to kill

yourself.

It's the biggest mortal sin

there is.

You'll go straight to hell.

I saw your wee boy today.

My little boy?

How was he looking?

Lovely.

He looked really sad, though.

'Cause you weren't there.

He missed you.

There you go.

Just think how sad he'd be

if he never saw you again.

I have to go to bed.

This place makes us

all desperate at times.

But you must remember that

you'll be out of here one day

and able to play

with your little one.

When?

I don't know.

Then why would you say

something like that?

Because it's true.

Then tell her when.

Next week?

Next month?

Next century?

I don't know the exact date

or time.

I'm just trying to stop her

from killing herself.

I know what you're trying to do.

I just don't know

why you're doing it.

I lost my St. Christopher,

Father.

Hurry up, now.

We'll be late.

Una O'Connor

has decided to give herself

to the convent.

As most of you know, this is

one of the greatest commitments

a young penitent can make

to our order.

She has turned her back

on the evils and temptations

of the world

and will face the light

of the Lord

with us here in this convent

until the day she dies.

Her sacrifice, and indeed,

her transformation

from what she once was

should be noted by you all.

Thank you, Una.

In the name of the Father

and of the Son

and of the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

The Lord be with you.

And also with you.

Judge me, O God,

and distinguish my cause

from the nation

that is not holy.

Deliver me from the unjust

and deceitful man.

Body of Christ.

Amen.

Body of Christ.

Amen.

Body of Christ.

Amen.

Body of Christ.

Amen.

Body of Christ.

Amen.

Body of Christ.

Amen.

All right. Come on.

Back in again, the two of you.

Now, court and laugh

as you come in.

All right.

Slow.

- That's it. Now smile.

- A lovely day today.

Now, Jude, show her

the flowers in the garden.

Look at the flowers.

Will you relax, both of you?

Just be yourselves. Come on.

Try and act natural.

He's not a man of God.

What are you after?

Are you wanting a lift or what?

Why the hell

did you stop me, then?

You're from in there,

aren't you?

Christ, they're taking in

loonies now as well.

Come on, Sister!

"Lord, have mercy on us."

Lord, have mercy on us.

"Christ, have mercy on us."

Christ, have mercy on us.

"Lord, have mercy on us."

Lord, have mercy on us.

"Christ, hear us."

Christ, graciously hear us.

"God, the Father of Heaven."

You said you'd find

my St. Christopher.

That's what you said.

You shouldn't make promises

you can't keep.

That's what Bernadette says.

- "Holy Mary."

- Pray for us.

"Holy mother of God."

Pray for us.

"Holy Virgin of virgins."

Bernadette said that

somebody here must have it.

"Mother of divine grace."

They're keeping it from me.

Pray for us.

"Mother most chaste."

You said you'd find it.

You promised.

"Mother undefiled."

Pray for us.

I have a right mind to tell what

you said about Father Fitzroy.

"Mother most admirable."

Pray for us.

- "Mother of good counsel."

- Pray for us.

"Mother of our Creator."

Pray for us.

"Mother of our redeemer."

Pray for us.

"Virgin most prudent."

Pray for us.

"Virgin most venerable."

Pray for us.

What have you done to my bed?

My St. Christopher.

You found it.

God bless you.

You dirty b*tch!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop it, for God's sake!

You're a wicked b*tch,

you know that?

You're a wicked, thieving b*tch!

She had Crispina's

St. Christopher under her bed!

The only thing that girl owns

in the whole world.

And you took it!

You found my St. Christopher.

Thank you.

Don't you understand?

She stole it.

Yeah, but you found it.

Am I the only one that thinks

that what she did

was completely despicable?

Oh, you can all just go to hell!

Why?

'Cause she didn't suffer enough.

We're penitents, remember?

We're supposed to suffer.

Now f*** up and let me sleep.

On you come now, girls.

"But let a man prove himself.

And so let him eat of that bread

and drink of the chalice.

For he that eateth

and drinketh unworthily,

eateth and drinketh judgment

to himself.

This is the word of the Lord."

Thanks be to God.

A reading from the Holy Gospel

according to St. John.

Glory be to Thee, O Lord.

"At that time, Jesus said

to the multitudes of the Jews,

'My flesh is meat, indeed.

And my blood is drink, indeed.

He that eateth of my flesh

and drinketh my blood

abideth in me, and I in him.

As the... living Father

hath sent..."'

Sister, I don't know what's wrong.

Can you help me a bit?

I don't know what I have.

Look.

It's all over me.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Sit down, Crispina.

Sit down.

It's really hurting me.

Crispina.

Sorry.

It won't go away.

Please!

Dear Lord!

- You're not a man of God!

- Crispina.

- You're not a man of God!

- Crispina, sit down.

You're not a man of God!

You're not a man of God!

- You're not a man of God!

- Crispina.

You're not a man of God!

You're not a man of God!

- You're not a man of God!

- Crispina!

- You're not a man of God!

- Sit down now!

You're not a man of God!

You're not a man of God!

You're not a man of God!

- You're not a man of God!

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