The Secret Scripture

My name is Rose McNulty.

I did not kill my child.

My name is Rose McNulty.

I did not kill my child.

Stephen, don't forget,

you'll need the deeds.

- Do you have the keys?

- When I get back tonight.

I'll be sure to pop around

on the weekend.

People say this is where

she killed the child.

Now, we just

need this woman

to be reassessed

so we can move her

to the new facility.

Once you meet her,

I believe you'll have her

signed out by lunchtime.

I'm not sure why they

needed to send someone

as eminent as you, Dr. Grene.

Come in.

Good morning, Florence.

I've brought a young man

to see you here.

Roseanne Florence Clear?

No. Roseanne McNulty.

I'm the wife

of Michael McNulty.

We have a son.

Can you tell me, Roseanne,

what age are you?

That's no question

to ask a lady.

What age are you?

Hello, Mrs. Magpie.

How's your husband?

One for sorrow,

two for joy.

Which are you?

Number two.

Dr. Grene.

Dr. Grene.

You can't stay here forever,

can you, Roseanne?

I will, thank you.

You're real.

We might have to move

you to a new facility.

No.

I'm staying here.

- Until when, Roseanne?

- Until I want to leave.

We're turning this place

into a hotel and a spa.

Then I will stay

in the hotel.

I'm finished speaking now.

Caitlin, how many are ready

for the bus tomorrow?

Eight, doctor.

I thought there was nine.

One passed, doctor.

Her friend Joe Grady

from ward five.

- Oh, that's sad.

- Tell me, doctor is...

Shh.

She has ears that can

hear through walls.

Eyes in the back

of her head.

She's seeing stuff

all over the place...

visions, apparitions.

She just can't function

in the real world.

Ah, the real world.

Tell me what direction

that is again, Dr. Hart.

Ward three.

Ward three.

I must remember that.

Okay, thank you, Audrey.

So, these are the plans here.

As you can see,

quite an extensive thing.

And they're going to build

a walk all the way around.

Oh, watch this.

Wait until you see this.

Watch this.

And she'll stop...

...and proceed.

She's living in her own

little purgatory.

I'm not saying

the new facility is heaven,

but it's time to tick

the box, doctor.

Here we are.

It's sad, I know.

That's it, you're sad.

Yeah, that's it.

Sure, I know, yeah.

But we're grand.

We're grand.

Ah, there's Margaret.

I know.

Throw that out.

Unbelievable!

Oh, my Lord,

what are you doing?

What are you doing?

They're my things.

Oh, my Lord.

Oh, my God.

What have you done

with my Bible?

Those are my books.

Give them back to me.

- What are you doing?

- I'm only doing my job.

Nurse Caitlin?

Nurse Caitlin?

Nurse Caitlin!

What?

What on earth?

What on earth.

- Nurse Caitlin!

- Calm down!

Stop! Stop!

Please, please.

My things are in there.

- Please don't drive...

- Rose, what's going on?

- My diaries.

- She took the keys.

- Everything in my scripture.

- Hey, get back in the truck.

- My scriptures.

- Rose, what's wrong?

That's me in there.

Me. My life.

What's going on, Florence?

- What's going on?

- Keep away from me.

Don't let him

come near me.

- Don't let him come near...

- Go back to your work, nurse.

- Calm down.

- Go back to your work.

- I'm sorry?

- I said go back to your work.

- She's looking for her diaries.

- I know. I know.

- She's fine, she's fine.

- Leave her alone.

- Let her go.

- This is a medical matter.

Isn't that right,

Florence?

- This woman's hysterical.

- Why did you throw

- her stuff out?

- Because she has to leave,

that's why.

She has to leave.

Isn't that right, Florence?

There you go.

All right,

this'll calm you down, okay?

There you go.

There you go.

- Here.

- Thank you.

Can you lower the skip,

please?

All right.

Keep your feet up now.

That was a medical matter.

Nothing to do with you,

do you understand?

Nothing to do with you.

Nurse, looking in skips

has got nothing

to do with you.

I'll make it part

of my evaluation then.

What?

Are you saying

you're going to take

responsibility

for this patient?

Yes.

All right, well,

in that case, nurse!

Nurse!

Don't leave the patient,

do you understand?

Make up your mind, doctor.

You have until Friday,

Dr. Grene.

- Get all this stuff out.

- Right, yeah.

Hey, hey, hey.

That's her Bible.

Give it here.

Get all this stuff...

All this stuff up to her ward.

Grand.

How do you feel?

Like someone took my soul.

You see,

they took my cross.

Your cross?

Yes.

I'm sorry, Rose.

Rose, will you read it?

Why?

So, that Dr. Grene

can reevaluate you.

Oh, does that mean

I can stay?

It means you won't

have to leave tomorrow.

Oh, tomorrow?

I've been here

for 40 years.

My child

was born out there.

Who will remember my baby?

I want to hear

your story, Rose.

Do you have ears

to listen?

The undertaker

doesn't need his ears.

He should rent them out.

Who is the undertaker?

- The other doctor.

- Oh, right.

"January 4th, 1942.

I write these words

in secret,

in fear, and in terror.

I need to find

a relative to claim me,

otherwise

I am here forever,

condemned

to a living death.

My childhood was happy.

I was happy in County Sligo. "

I got my music

from my dad.

I loved my dad.

When my dad died,

my mother's heart

died with him.

She stayed in

her mourning clothes

mourning night and day

until they took her away.

Stayed in her mourning

clothes night and day

until they took her

from me.

When I met

Michael McNulty...

I knew I would

wait for him forever.

I never would have met

my fighter pilot

if it wasn't

for the terrible man

with the mustache.

When the war

came to Belfast,

I lost my job.

I evacuated

to the Republic,

which was not at war.

I went to work

for my mother's sister

Aunt Eleanor

in her temperance hotel.

Going back

to my childhood home

of Ballytivnan

was like stepping into

a fairytale,

a peaceful world cut off

from all of reality.

May I take your cases?

Thank you.

- Hello, Roseanne.

- Hello.

- How was your trip?

- Just fine.

Come on, you two hussies.

Sister.

Let's go.

All were welcome

in my aunt's cafe,

Catholic

and Protestant alike,

depending

on their appearance.

My aunt had a strict

seating policy.

Those who

were allowed inside,

and those

who were kept outside.

- No.

- And those who

weren't allowed at all.

- There you see...

- Hi, Joe.

...poor Joe Brady,

who will die

in the mental asylum

at the top of the town.

Can I have a...

- ring, sugar...

- A donut?

Yes.

Happy as I was,

the fighter planes

beyond Ben Bulben

were always a reminder

that the war

was never far away.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Rose of Prunty's

Temperance Hotel?

- I am.

- I'm Michael McNulty.

Of McNulty Tobacco

and Spirit Merchants.

That's the one, yeah.

We're opposites, so...

Don't they say

opposites attract?

Oh, do they, now?

I'm going away

for awhile, Rose.

I hope you're here

when I get back.

Well, it was nice

to meet you, Michael.

Nice to meet you,

too, Rose.

Rose? Rose Clear?

- I am.

- Haven't seen you

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