The Magdalene Sisters Page #5

- 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!

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!

You're not a man of God!

- You're not a man of God!

- Crispina.

You're not a man of God!

Crispina.

Get up now.

Crispina.

Come on up.

Up you come.

Get up.

That's it.

Good girl.

Where are we going?

I'm sending you

to Mount Vernon Hospital.

They can look after you

better than we can here.

Mount Vernon?

That's right.

Come on, now.

Mount Vernon's

for the maddies, Sister.

Come on, girl.

Come on.

No.

I don't want to go.

- Look.

- No. I'm not mad.

You come along now, Crispina.

- No. I want to stay.

- Don't be giving me any trouble.

She's telling the truth.

No. I'm okay.

I'm going to stay.

No.

I don't want to go.

What did you say?

- Nothing.

- You said something.

What was it?

I'm sorry.

I was confused.

- Confused? Right.

- Crispina. Come on, now.

Crispina.

Let them take you along now.

Come on, girl.

You're perfectly all right.

Stop it, girl!

- Crispina!

- No!

Will you stop it, girl?

Calm down! Crispina!

Help me!

No!

- Let go of it!

- No!

Now, you're all right, Crispina!

Will you stop that noise?

Let them take you out, now,

Crispina.

Help me!

Get her right out.

Come on.

I'm here, Crispina.

- You're all right now.

Get her out!

Sister, no!

Please!

No!

Please, Sister!

No! No!

God rest ye merry gentlemen

Let nothing you dismay

Remember Christ our Savior

was born on Christmas Day

To save us all from Satans power

And we were gone astray

O tidings of comfort and joy

Comfort and joy

O tidings of comfort and joy

They say that confession

is good for the soul.

Well, in the presence

of the archbishop,

Mr. Lanigan, Mrs. Lanigan,

the Sisters,

and, indeed, you all,

I have a confession

I wish to make.

And I warn you now.

Some of you will find it

somewhat shocking.

For many years, more years

than I care to remember,

I have had a secret love.

In fact, not just one,

but dozens.

Since I have been 13 years old

I have been in love.

With the films.

It's true.

It's true.

My father used to take me.

It was the old silent ones

in those days.

And while he loved the comedies,

I loved the Westerns.

I'll never forget the look

on my dear mother's face

the day I told her

if I didn't get into the convent

and give my life to God,

then I'd be a cowboy instead.

Fortunately,

God gave me the calling.

But I've never forgotten

those old films.

Now, today, as we celebrate the

birth of Jesus Christ, our Lord,

Mr. Lanigan, one of Dublin's

most respected businessmen,

has brought along a projector

and a film.

For us.

Isn't that wonderful?

Now, like yourselves,

I don't know what the film is.

But I know it's not a Western.

Isn't that right, Mr. Lanigan?

Apparently, they've changed

a lot since my day and have gone

the way of the devil like

so much of the modern world.

So no less a person

than the archbishop himself

has chosen the film

for us today.

Sister Jude, would you turn

the lights out, please?

You don't become a nun

to run away from life, Patsy.

It's not because

you've lost something.

It's because

you've found something.

I have got a letter here

for Sister Bridget

from Father Donnelly.

Dear Lord...

remove all bitterness

from my heart.

Please.

Help me to see Thy holy will

in all things.

Help me.

Please.

Please, help me.

You can't go in there.

Wonderful.

- Wonderful.

Oh!

What a beautiful film.

I think we all owe

the archbishop a vote of thanks.

- Thank you.

Thank you, Your Grace.

What is it?

I have a letter here concerning

my sister, Margaret McGuire.

Oh.

It's from

Father Joseph Donnelly.

I'm her brother, Eamonn.

- Eamonn.

- Margaret McGuire.

Come on. We're going.

What's wrong?

Come on.

Sister Jude, would you turn

the lights on, please?

Now, back to your dormitories.

Can you believe

that it's that simple?

That a brother

can just turn up and...

Can you believe that?

Margaret, will you hurry up?

Don't you dare tell me

what to do!

Don't you ever dare tell me

what to do!

Where the hell have you been

for four bloody years?

What are you talking about?

I was growing up.

Well, you didn't grow up

bloody fast enough, did you?

May I get past, please, Sister?

You'd better be joking, girl.

Because if I thought

for a second

you would seriously expect

one of the persons here

to step aside

for the likes of you,

then, brother or no brother,

I would punish such insolence

most severely.

Most severely.

I'm not moving, Sister.

Fine.

Then you'll be staying

with us, then.

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done on Earth

as it is in Heaven.

I think we should be moving on.

And forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those

who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

Excuse me, Sister.

Yes, Katy.

I don't think I'm feeling

very well today, Sister.

Well, get yourself

a cup of water.

Yes, Sister.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

Did they tell you I'm dying?

They wanted to send me

to the hospital.

But I said no.

I wanted to stay here

with the Sisters and my friends.

You knew my mother, didn't you?

What are you rambling on about,

you old witch?

She was always very kind to me.

My father said I was soft

in the head.

But she was always very kind.

She had a lovely singing voice,

didn't she?

Lift your head.

She told me not to go near

the soldiers.

She told me.

He was born 16th of October.

I called him Freddy.

I thought my mother might

come back for me, but...

Well, there was

an awful lot of us.

And we were poor.

And she said she knew I'd be

happy here with the Sisters

and all my friends.

Don't go.

Don't go.

Please don't leave me alone.

The Sisters wouldn't want you

to leave me alone.

I'll tell the Sisters

if you leave me alone.

The Sisters only want

the work done.

Or haven't you figured

that one out yet?

The Sisters don't give a shite

about you.

And neither do I.

So why don't you do them and me

and everybody else a big favor?

Hurry up and die.

Here you go.

Now, if you'd like to make

your way down to the office,

we'll do the necessary

paperwork.

Come in.

Sorry to disturb you, Sister.

But I wanted to ask you

something.

You see,

it's my son's birthday soon.

And I was just wondering if

maybe I could send him a card.

Now, I know you can't tell me

where he is.

But I thought if I gave it you,

perhaps you could send it on

to whoever is looking after him.

I want you to help me look

for a key.

It's about this size.

It's silver. It fits in there.

Go on.

Start looking.

It would only be

a birthday card, Sister.

I wouldn't even sign it.

He wouldn't know

who it was from.

Wouldn't that be bloody stupid?

You'd send a card, and he

wouldn't know who it was from.

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