The Magdalene Sisters Page #6

Now, what kind of person

would confuse and disrupt

a child's birthday like that?

But I'm his mother, Sister.

You're not his mother.

Mother puts the child to bed.

Looks after him when he's sick.

Feeds and educates him.

You've done none of that.

Would you take credit

for something you haven't done?

No, Sister.

Well, stop being so stupid

and look for the bloody key!

I never wanted that...

that thing.

Biscuit tins were just fine.

I should've put it

on a separate chain.

All the money's in there.

All the money.

Have you found it?

No, Sister.

Sorry, Sister.

Oh, good Mother.

There's that nice lady again.

They didn't tell her.

She's not here.

They took her away

over a year ago.

They should have told you.

- They took her away.

- Patricia!

All right.

Let's go.

You dead yet?

You got what you deserved.

I was only trying to tell the...

Excuse me, Sister.

Katy's dead.

May she rest in peace.

Remember this beating, girl.

If you ever speak to anyone

outside of here again,

you will receive the same

beating every day for a month.

Now.

Both of you.

Get back to your work.

You know we're both gonna

grow old and die in here.

No one's gonna come for me.

Or for you.

I just don't want to feel like

this for the rest of my life.

I don't want to end up

like one of them.

So are you ready?

Ready for what?

We have to go.

Go where?

Out.

Have you completely lost

your mind?

Look what she did to me.

And that was only

for talking to someone.

What's she gonna do if she

catches me trying to run away?

It doesn't matter.

She's gonna do it anyway.

For something or for nothing.

It doesn't matter to her.

We have to go.

We have to go now.

What does the main-door key

look like?

It's a big, black key.

Let go of the key, Sister.

No.

Let go!

Let go of the key, Sister!

Let go,

you f***ing twisted b*tch!

Let go!

Let go, or, so help me,

I'll stick these in your throat.

Let go.

Get back here!

Get back here!

Get back here!

Get the f*** away from her!

Oh!

Don't even f***ing think about

coming after us!

F***ing stay in there!

Thanks so much for the clothes

and the money and everything.

I'll pay you back as soon

as I get a job, I promise.

Goodbye, Patricia.

My name's Rose.

Rose.

I'll just be a sec.

So will you be all right, then?

I've got my ticket.

I'll be fine.

Liverpool's in England,

isn't it?

Yeah, I think so.

What about you?

You know she'll have the guards

out looking for you.

They can't touch me.

I'm a trainee hairdresser.

That makes me respectable.

They can't touch you

if you're respectable.

I'll write to you.

Grand.

Good luck.

Stop!

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