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and all to the bad, I'm afraid.
She became increasingly bitter...
even with those who loved her most.
There seemed little she cared about-
her own character least of all.
- Until finally-
- Father.
What is it you're trying to say?
What's happened?
A baby was born to her
some six weeks ago. A little girl.
She alone knows who the father is.
She will not say.
She's desperately ill.
But it was her express wish
that you were not to be sent for.
I were a wiser man than I am...
but never so much as now.
I cannot tell you to do anything...
except what is
in your own heart to do.
You can still
catch that train, Francis.
Good-bye, Father.
God bless you, lad.
[Whistle Blows]
Willie.
- How is she?
- Francie, Nora is dead.
It would be easier
if you didn't go up now.
Come on.
Let's walk a bit, huh?
[Bell Tolling]
[Choir Singing, Indistinct]
- Willie.
- Yes, Francie?
- [Tolling Continues]
- [Choir Vocalizing]
Amen
[Monsignor Reading]
"It would be pleasurable to record...
"that I became an immediate
success as a priest.
"Alas, the facts were quite otherwise.
"I failed dismally
in my first two curacies.
"There seemed to be little promise of success
in my next- or ever, for that matter.
"When one day there came
a summons from the new bishop-
the new bishop and my guardian angel
of old, Hamish MacNabb. "
[Chuckling]
Francis, it does my old eyes good...
to see a priest so manifestly
unprosperous as you.
I walked most of the way in the rain.
I'm afraid I got a little wet.
Too rebellious even to use
an umbrella, eh? [Chuckling]
Go over to the fire.
I'll get you something warm.
I'm not yet properly accustomed
to my new dignity.
I ought to ring and command
some of the fine vintages...
used by all the bishops
one reads about.
This is only whiskey.
But then we're only Scotsmen, huh?
But don't look so scared.
Sit down.
- Thank you.
- Sit down.
Under these bishop's robes
there still beats the heart of MacNabb...
the master fisherman.
Remember?
[Chuckling]
Well, here- here's to us.
You've had a pretty thin time of it,
haven't you, Francis?
"Thin's" the kindest possible
word for it, Your Lordship.
Failure might be closer
to the facts.
Hmm. Well, now, let's see.
You've had
At the first, Shalesley, you insisted
upon establishing a dance hall.
It was a recreation center, Your Lordship.
There was a desperate need of it.
If you could have seen the poverty
and destitution of those people.
At any rate, there was a rather
serious disagreement...
between you and your superior.
You were then transferred
to Tynecastle, to your home.
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