Evelyn Page #3

-There you go, Father.

Those little orphans,

they really need your charity.

Father...

you lot have taken my babies!

You've made my babies orphans.

Fair play to you.

That's a great right cross

you have on you there.

Right, here we are.

Quiet! Too much talking.

Just down here, love.

Down you sit.

Don't let my teeth fool you. l don't bite.

She's a sweetheart, that Sister Felicity.

lt's Frigid Brigid you've got to watch out for.

She could put the fear of death

into a corpse, so she could.

l'm Mary.

-l'm Annette.

-l'm Lauren.

l'm Evelyn.

-Your soup doesn't look very good.

-You'll get used to it.

You get used to most things here.

Half the kids in lreland are cooped up here.

How long have you been here for?

-Six months?

-Six years.

l won't be here for long.

My daddy's gonna come and get me.

That's what my dad told me.

l'm sorry, Desmond.

l was the seminary boxing champion.

-Really?

-Let that be a lesson to you.

Never underestimate the strength

of the Church militant.

-God bless.

-Thanks, Father.

lf you want your kids back that badly,

you should get a good lawyer.

They cost money.

Go and see Michael Beattie.

Twenty-four Upper Mount Street.

-Say l sent you.

-Fair enough.

l'll say the new barmaid at Fergal's Pub

sent me. That'll impress him.

Tell him Bernadette sent you,

you cheeky oaf.

Bernadette Beattie, his little sister.

l'm working here part-time

to help Uncle Fergal.

l'm a trainee chemist, actually.

So, you're the beautiful niece

Fergal's always bragging about.

l bet you have lots of fellows

running after you.

Yes. But none of them

have managed to catch me yet.

You're not a bad-looking woman,

now that l look at you.

Of course, with this bump on my head,

l'm probably hallucinating.

Bless you, John.

Once again,

until we achieve unity and harmony.

Where do we say our night prayers?

Not in the bed...

not under the bed, but by the bed.

Then kneel by your beds and give thanks.

Get a move on, Evelyn.

You're keeping us all waiting.

We do not lie like that, on our stomach.

lt tempts the Devil.

We lie on our back

and cross our arms like this.

l will check every night

that you are sleeping in this position.

We must not tempt Lucifer.

No more talking. Good night, girls.

Good night, Sister.

Mr. Doyle, family law in this jurisdiction...

is a cozy conspiracy between

the Catholic Church and the lrish State.

They're in cahoots.

You're saying that you're all frightened

if you take them on, you'll never work again.

Something like that.

l suggest you come back to me when

your circumstances are more favorable...

and l'll see what l can do.

On the banks of the roses,

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