The Secret Scripture Page #3

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.

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