The Secret Scripture Page #3

for the last few weeks

has recently attained

a high intensity.

The gratitude of every home

in our island

goes out

to the British airmen

who undaunted by odds

are turning the tide

of the world war

by their prowess

and by their devotion.

I better be getting back soon.

I think I'll have it

going soon.

...great victory

for the Royal Navy.

Meanwhile,

on the home front,

and despite mounting

civilian casualties,

the gallant men

of the RAF

continue to take to the skies

in their Spitfires...

...to protect

their small island.

Go hide.

I'll get rid of them.

You can't live out here

all on your own, Rose.

I'm fine.

I need a housekeeper.

Can I come in?

I don't think

that'd be right, Father.

I don't think

you should come in.

Why not?

I'll consider your offer.

Just give me time.

I just need time.

Yeah.

Time.

Yeah. Okay.

Grand.

I thought he'd left

without saying good-bye.

I felt

the loneliness again.

But different this time,

like losing a part

of myself.

Then I saw the flowers

he'd left for me.

Would you like a cigar?

- You have cigars as well?

- I do.

Well, I won't say no.

You can get them

at St. Malachy's.

The asylum?

They grow tobacco

at the farm.

The patients go mad

without their smokes.

God help them.

Is it terrible?

Right now it tastes

like the best cigar

in the world.

Do you play music

as well as you can cook?

I played piano.

My dad taught me.

I'd love to hear you

some time.

It reminds her of Michael.

True love.

May I?

All right.

What are you

thinking about?

My mother.

Hmm.

She was crazy in love

with my dad.

After he died, she went mad

and they sent her away.

Sometimes I think

love scared her.

I'm scared

that you'll die.

Will you wait for me, Rose?

Try and be safe now.

It's safe.

What's that for?

It's for you.

For bravery in the face

of the enemy.

Michael.

I don't want you to leave.

Stay there for a minute.

Michael.

Who is it?

It's nothing.

I'll take care of it.

Good.

Will you marry me, Rose?

You want to marry me?

I do.

I want you all to myself.

You have no ring.

Maeve, thank you.

Sorry for the rush.

You're welcome.

Your name?

- Rose Clear.

- Rose. Lovely.

- Michael McNulty.

- Michael.

And have you the ring?

And by the giving

and receiving a ring,

I now pronounce you

man and wife.

Albeit it was a ring

from a cigar,

but I'm sure it'll stand up

in the court of Heaven.

What are you waiting for,

Michael?

You may kiss.

Oh, my goodness.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you, Father.

No, pastor.

Pastor.

Congratulations!

I'm sure you'll be

very happy.

Woo! All right.

We're off.

Smile.

Come on, Mrs. McNulty.

Let's get your bags

and get out of here.

Michael, stop.

Stop.

Michael, you have to go.

There's someone inside.

You have to turn around

and go.

- Go, go!

- You can come back for me.

- Go, Michael.

- I will.

I'll be back for you!

Go, Michael! Go!

Father Gaunt?

You having a good look

there, Ann?

Oh, I thought

it was parish business.

Sorry, I didn't see you.

I'm just so shortsighted.

You're the only

family member still alive.

It's very sad.

What do you find most

interesting about that report?

Hold it up to the light.

Well, you can

see right through it.

Father Gaunt was hitting

the keys very hard.

He obviously believed

every word he was writing.

Here, spell "nymphomania. "

N - Y - M - P - H - O - M

"Nympho... " A-N-I-A

- Well, he got that right.

- Yes, and look at this.

Sergeant said he saw her

kill her child with a rock.

I mean...

I did not kill my child.

They killed my baby,

but I baptized my son,

baptized him in the name

of his father

with salt water

through salt tears.

You are my jury,

one man, one woman.

One man and two women.

One man, one woman...

Two people.

I want a fair hearing

from the two people

I trust

before I die.

Did you find my husband?

Is he dead?

I have a warrant here

to bring you

to Saint Malachy's

Mental Hospital.

Why? Why?

- Come on out now.

- No.

No, I can't go!

No, I can't!

He might come back!

Michael! Michael!

No! Michael!

You're here on the word

of your only living relative

Mrs. Prunty

and the confirmation

of the parish priest

- Father Gaunt.

- Why?

Sexual behavior

of an unwarranted nature.

Have you found my husband?

Mrs. Prunty says

you're not married.

It's all in your head, Rose,

like your mother.

I think you need time

to settle down here, Rose,

and I think we'll keep you

here for awhile.

But I haven't

done anything.

Nurse. That's all.

This is your new home, Rose.

Come with me, dear. Come.

You're safe here.

We'll take care of you.

Out.

If you don't want to end up

on that side of the room

get under your covers

and be quiet.

Now.

Sit down!

Rose.

Take a little bit

of porridge, Rose.

Let them see

you're eating it.

I'll deal with this.

Enough!

Get her out of the bed.

Get her out.

- Right.

- Strap her in.

No! No!

No! No! No!

Shut her up.

Here's your porridge.

- No!

- Hold her.

- Open your mouth.

- No!

- Open her mouth.

- F*** you!

Open your dirty mouth.

Open it.

Open your mouth

or I'll break your teeth.

Now, we're going to have

to clean you up.

Let me go!

Please, no! Let me go!

- Pipe down!

- Let me go!

I want my husband!

Let me go! Let me go!

- Get me my husband!

- Try not to hurt yourself.

That's a good girl.

They say it was here

that it happened,

on the rocks over there

by the causeway.

You're right.

It is beautiful.

Can I ask you, doctor,

why did you

take this case on?

I had to fix up

a few loose ends

at my parent's house.

I remember coming down here

for summer holidays.

I remember my dad

yelling at me

for swimming at high tide.

I can't imagine

what it would be like

to be locked up

for 50 years.

She's in here, Father.

Hello, Rose.

We need to be

in the room, Father.

I know you haven't wanted

to see me, Rose.

Mrs. Prunty

won't sign you out,

but if you were married,

Rose...

Do you understand me?

I'm pregnant, Father.

You, out.

They're saying

it's the priest's baby.

Father Gaunt?

I'd like to hear

his confession.

Imagine her.

We need to get this tobacco

to St. Malachy's.

What are you going to do

with your baby?

What do you mean?

I'm giving him up.

You don't want it?

I have no choice.

He'll be sent

to America, I hope.

You hope?

If he's well,

he'll to be sent to America.

If not,

he'll have to stay here

for the rest of his life.

Silence!

You! Get back to work.

Great news!

Great news, Sister Sarah!

The twins have finally

been adopted.

They're off to Boston.

Isn't that great news,

Rose?

You'll not be taking

my baby away.

No.

It'll be staying here.

How long have you

been with us, Teresa?

Since I've been born.

Since she was born.

That's if it's lucky.

Some of the poor mites

don't make it.

Rose?

Lock the back door for me.

Do it quick.

Rose! Rose!

Rose!

Rose, it's Stephen!

Come on!

Is she away

in the head or what?

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