The Secret Scripture Page #2

since you were a girl.

At your mother's funeral.

Maybe you've forgotten

what Ballytivnan is like.

You need to be careful

who you fraternize with.

- What do you mean?

- Are you sympathetic?

Where do

your sympathies lie?

With us or with the Brits?

The McNultys are a family

of shopkeepers,

no trade.

Bread buttered

on both sides, understand?

No.

Careful whose side

you take.

I'll be keeping

an eye out for you.

Conas at tu?

Go maith, Toms.

Go maith.

Stop that, Michael McNulty.

Oh, no. Stop it!

Watch out for me,

will you?

You swam

all the way across?

You have to be

careful out there

when the tide is turning.

It looks calm on the top,

but underneath it's churning

like buttermilk.

I'm a good swimmer.

You know, this is not

a spot for ladies.

Well, I didn't see a sign.

Doesn't need a sign.

It's been that way forever.

Everyone knows that.

- I didn't.

- Hmm.

You're not from

around here are you?

You swim over there

on the other side

of the causeway.

All right.

I'll forgive you today.

Are you a policeman?

I'm not.

A lifeguard?

I am a lifeguard

of sorts, yes.

You can't be

a lifeguard of sorts.

You're either a lifeguard

or you're not.

Are you a butcher?

A baker?

A candlestick maker?

You have no fear do you?

- Fear of what?

- Fear of what?

The only time 'round here

a woman looks directly

into a man's eyes

is when she is his wife.

Well, I better go, so...

Would you like a lift?

- Maybe not.

- Fine, so.

I kept the window down

to let the air in.

Then I looked in the mirror

and something told me

not to leave you behind.

A little birdie?

No.

A great big birdie,

like a phoenix.

Well, if I get into this car,

will I ever get out?

Depends on where

you're going.

Ballytivnan.

I'll take you

to Ballytivnan, so.

You promise?

I promise.

All right.

So, what are you doing

in Ballytivnan?

I'm working

for my Aunt Eleanor.

- Mrs. Prunty?

- Aye.

What do you do?

I hear people's problems

for a living.

A psychiatrist?

No.

I shouldn't drive you

all the way into the village.

You'll break your promise.

Well, it's a small town.

Wouldn't want people

talking now.

Thank you.

Sorry, Father.

Father Gaunt?

Are you going to stay here

all night, doctor?

Listen to this.

"July 21st, 1969.

Man on the moon on TV.

Irish.

One of them called Michael.

Could that be my son?

So far away, so free...

Inspiring.

Felt like a bird all day. "

She doesn't believe

her son's dead.

What is that?

"Moonlight Sonata,"

I think.

It's fascinating.

Is everything all right,

Father?

It's grand, Mrs. Prunty.

Rose, would you serve

Father Gaunt, please?

- Hello, Rose.

- Hello.

Let's have a look,

shall we?

You're a protestant girl,

Rose?

Sure we can't

all be perfect, Father.

I'll have

an Earl Grey begob.

Don't have that at home.

It was named after

the Second Lord Grey.

- The second, not the first?

- The second.

He was the Prime Minister

of England

a hundred years ago.

They named a tea after him.

They did.

They're a funny people,

the English.

Would you consider

yourself English, Rose?

I'm not an English Rose,

Father.

I'm Irish true and true.

Will that be all?

Hmm.

She was in the car

with the priest, you know?

- The Protestant girl?

- The Protestant girl.

You're sure about that?

Oh, yeah,

I am about that, yeah.

Virgin Annie

is what we used to call

your mother.

She was so pure.

Wouldn't look at a man

before marriage.

Then she met your father.

Nine months later

you were born,

with a marriage in between

to satisfy Granny Kaddon.

I was born from love, so.

You can't be

Kathy Kaddon's daughter

without boundaries.

I'm having

no relationship with him.

Mrs. Prunty.

If you step out

with Father Gaunt again,

I'll fire you.

Ann!

Hello, Rose.

Did you see the way

she looked at me?

Are you sure

she was looking at you?

Then out of the sky he came,

as promised.

And I knew it was him.

I knew it was Michael

doing his little dance for me

alone in the sky.

Then he flew back

to the war.

I watched...

until he became

a dot on the horizon.

Most of the other men

in Ballytivnan

were a rough lot.

There was the tailors gang.

- Desi.

- Eamon.

Barry.

The tailor O'Donnell

and gentle Jack Conroy.

Rose?

It is Rose, isn't it?

Clear. Rose Clear.

Would you come out with me,

Rose Clear?

Out where?

Anywhere.

The pictures.

The snug

in the mixed bar.

Well, I might

if you had some manners.

I'll find them.

I will find the manners,

Miss Clear.

And respect.

You'll have

to find that first.

Well, Jack, how'd you get on?

Yo!

Oh, my gosh.

I'm telling you, Rose,

it's not your imagination.

Would you like to dance,

Rose?

All right.

You're a strong woman,

Rose.

I'm not.

I'm fragile.

Give her space there,

Joe Brady.

Make room

for the Holy Spirit.

Let the lady breathe,

Jack.

Why don't you dance

with her, so?

What's wrong, Rose?

Rose, are you all right?

- Everybody's looking at us.

- No, they're not.

You're just

being paranoid.

Like my mother?

- Rose. Rose.

- I just don't want to be

the center of everybody's

attention, Jack.

I love you, Rose.

- Jack.

- I do, Rose.

- Please.

- Let me go.

No.

No, look into my eyes

the way you did

the other day, please.

- Let me go, Jack, no.

- Please, Rose.

Go home, Jack.

Why are you

leading men on, Rose?

What did I tell you?

Do not look men

in the eye.

It's you who look me

in the eye.

I'm a priest, Rose.

You're a priest who also

wants to be a man, Stephen.

Make up your mind,

but leave me out of it.

- Aunt Eleanor, I...

- I have a business to run,

Rose.

- I'm sorry.

- Do you not understand

the power you have

over men?

Get your things together.

Will you be all right

staying here on your own?

Germany calling.

Germany calling.

Germany calling.

The great offensive

against France has ended.

It has been brought

to a victorious conclusion.

And throughout the world

people wonder,

when will the offensive

against British soil come?

Michael. Michael!

Rose?

Over here! Here!

Michael, we have to go.

Come on! Come on!

Michael.

Oh, no.

We have to go.

- Michael.

- Go on!

Keep your voice down.

Men, to the river.

Search the bank.

Come on! Come on!

Over there.

Over here.

Come on.

You better hide.

Open up.

This is where you are.

Open up.

Come on.

Tell me where he is.

Tell me where he is

or I'll have you

on this floor.

Leave her alone!

She's hiding him,

the Brit-loving traitor!

She's a whore!

I can see it in her eyes.

Out of the way.

Get out of the way!

Outside.

You chose the wrong side.

Come on, Conway.

- Shh.

- He's gonna die.

Tom!

Tom.

Who's Tom?

He was a friend of mine.

Where'd you get the burns?

Our plane

burst into flames.

Tom was burning alive.

I tried to get him out,

but no luck.

I escaped, he died,

that's it.

Things happen in war,

Rose.

How's you hand?

The water's nice.

Haven't heard that sound

in a long time.

...over this island

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