The Secret Scripture Page #4

Come on,

she may drown.

Come on.

Row!

She's lost, Father.

- She's lost.

- Keep going, keep going.

She'll never

survive in this.

Keep going!

Father, is it your child?

We're going

on to them rocks.

Keep going, keep going!

Rose! Rose!

Rose!

Rose!

Jesus Christ.

She's killing the baby!

Rose!

Oh, my God.

My memories.

They took my memories.

Took my memories

with the electricity.

This is you?

Ah, yes, that's me.

What happened after

the baby was born?

He came out and he cried.

And I cut the umbilical cord

and he cried.

And what happened next?

Where's my cross?

The...

you know, for bravery

in the face of the enemy.

The... the cross.

Where did you get it?

From Michael.

Surname?

Michael McNulty.

Are you sure?

As sure, as sure,

as sure.

What did the baby

look like?

A boy.

A beautiful boy.

Do you think

I killed my baby boy

like everyone else?

No, I don't, Lady Rose.

You know,

there's a sickness...

There's a sickness

in people

that stops them

seeing the truth.

Oh, dear.

Anything you see

with love is the truth.

The rest is smoke.

Excuse me, girl.

You're a good listener.

Thanks.

Do you do intimate...

conversation?

Only if I have

two more of those.

So, what's your story,

doctor?

My mother loved me

to the point of insanity.

Talked so much she'd take

all the air out of the room.

And my father

was a man of few words.

That meant

"Make the tea. "

That meant

"Sweep the floor. "

That meant,

"Help me, I'm dying. "

He's lying on the floor

and he's trying

to tell me something.

He's like,

"Your mother... "

I said, "Loved me?"

And he's like...

And he's pointing

to himself,

so I said,

"You love me?"

And he's like...

There was always

something missing, you know?

The Archbishop loves

to take a walk down here.

The other side, of course.

Why'd they ask for me?

I don't know.

I was just asked

to pick you up

and bring you back.

She's awake!

She drowned the baby.

It is really

the priest's baby?

Men.

You poor thing.

The poor thing.

Can I see him?

Your baby's

in a better place.

What do you mean?

Your baby's dead.

No.

- Yes.

- No, no.

Shh.

Shh, shh, shh.

You're home now.

I want my baby.

Shh, shh, shh.

Shh.

We'll take care of you.

We'll take care

of you now.

My name is Rose McNulty.

I did not kill my child.

My name is Rose McNulty.

- Orderlies, hold her.

- I did not kill my...

- My name is Rose McNulty.

- Mouth guard.

- I did not kill my child.

- Come on, get it in there.

Hold her.

Hold her still.

Hello, my love.

Have you come

to take me home?

I have.

Michael's dead, Rose.

They killed him.

What are you

talking about, Michael?

Michael's dead.

Have you come

to take me home?

No, Rose. No, Rose.

Listen to me.

- Michael's dead.

- Michael.

Rose, he's dead.

Tell Rose I love her,

and that I was

thinking of her.

No.

- No.

- They killed him.

- I'm sorry.

- No.

No, no.

Father, it's time to go.

No.

I'm sorry.

Father, I have my orders.

Stephen. Stephen.

Don't... Don't leave me.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's all right.

It's okay, Rose.

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry, Rose.

- Michael.

- No, no, no, no.

- Michael.

No, no, no.

No, Rose.

Take me home, Michael.

- It's okay.

- Michael.

- Orderlies.

- Rose, Rose, Rose.

Orderlies!

It's okay.

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right, Rose.

What are you doing?

- Look at me. Look at me.

- Where's Michael?

- Where's Michael?

- What?

You killed him!

- You killed him!

- Orderlies.

- You killed him!

- Rose, Rose, Rose!

- Okay, Father.

- No, get back.

You killed him!

What did you do with him?

Where's Michael?

- You killed him!

- Rose, stop that! Stop that!

You killed... You...

Okay, it's all right.

Look at me.

It's okay.

It's all right.

Okay, Rose?

Just...

Let's sit down, okay?

Okay.

It's all right.

It's okay.

Michael.

- No, you killed him!

- Restrain her.

Orderlies! Nurse!

Go back to your beds.

We have her now.

Rose. Rose!

I committed my memories

to the Book of Rose.

They became me,

and I became them.

My secret scripture...

and me.

There's no difference.

I accept now

that Michael is dead.

I don't accept my son

is dead.

This has left a hole

in my heart

that can only be filled

if my son comes

to claim me.

Dr. Grene.

Listen, you don't have

to sit here all night,

you know.

Take yourself off

for a sleep somewhere else.

- Go on.

- Tell me,

is there

a committal report?

Yeah, of course.

- I'll leave it out for you.

- Okay. Thanks.

You're thinking

too much here.

I mean, the transport's

going to be here

at midday tomorrow,

so she has to go.

She has no family.

Nobody's going to come

and claim her.

Just talk to her.

Explain it to her.

Make it easy for her.

You've read

the sergeant's version

- of events?

- Yeah.

Two stories.

Which do you believe?

I believe her.

Surprise, surprise.

Are you okay, Rose?

Oh.

I dreamed I found my son.

Caitlin, can you read

that passage again?

"There were no calendars

or clocks in our babies' home,

so we would not know

our babies' birth date.

My baby was born

after the late daffodils,

when the apple blossoms

were in bloom. "

What's your birthday?

Depends on who you ask.

My mother said

the first of May.

My father said the second.

Take a look at this.

What the hell's

going on here?

The transport

will be here shortly.

If you don't move,

we'll have to sedate you.

Why, Dermot? Tell me why?

It's the church, Stephen.

It's just the church.

"Dear Stephen,

I've been your dad

for 40 years,

and I've loved you

all your life.

You were given to me

and Margaret as a baby.

A godsend,

and you have

enriched our lives.

We were told your mother

was dead by Father Gaunt. "

Father Gaunt, where are you?

"When he came to us

later in his life

and told us the truth... "

Father? Father?

"... he was a deeply

troubled man.

I'm sorry that I could

never tell you myself.

Your dad,

Martin Thomas Grene.

P.S. This medal belonged

to your real father,

a brave man. "

Michael sent you,

didn't he?

He did.

Let's go.

Where to?

Home.

Home.

Have you come

to take me home?

I have.

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