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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
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
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.
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,
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
one of the persons here
to step aside
for the likes of you,
then, brother or no brother,
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
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.
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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