The Secret Scripture Page #4

Did you see the way

she looked at me?

Are you sure

she was looking at you?

Then out of the sky he came,

as promised.

And I knew it was him.

I knew it was Michael

doing his little dance for me

alone in the sky.

Then he flew back

to the war.

I watched...

until he became

a dot on the horizon.

Most of the other men

in Ballytivnan

were a rough lot.

There was the tailors gang.

- Desi.

- Eamon.

Barry.

The tailor O'Donnell

and gentle Jack Conroy.

Rose?

It is Rose, isn't it?

Clear. Rose Clear.

Would you come out with me,

Rose Clear?

Out where?

Anywhere.

The pictures.

The snug

in the mixed bar.

Well, I might

if you had some manners.

I'll find them.

I will find the manners,

Miss Clear.

And respect.

You'll have

to find that first.

Well, Jack, how'd you get on?

Yo!

Oh, my gosh.

I'm telling you, Rose,

it's not your imagination.

Would you like to dance,

Rose?

All right.

You're a strong woman,

Rose.

I'm not.

I'm fragile.

Give her space there,

Joe Brady.

Make room

for the Holy Spirit.

Let the lady breathe,

Jack.

Why don't you dance

with her, so?

What's wrong, Rose?

Rose, are you all right?

- Everybody's looking at us.

- No, they're not.

You're just

being paranoid.

Like my mother?

- Rose. Rose.

- I just don't want to be

the center of everybody's

attention, Jack.

I love you, Rose.

- Jack.

- I do, Rose.

- Please.

- Let me go.

No.

No, look into my eyes

the way you did

the other day, please.

- Let me go, Jack, no.

- Please, Rose.

Go home, Jack.

Why are you

leading men on, Rose?

What did I tell you?

Do not look men

in the eye.

It's you who look me

in the eye.

I'm a priest, Rose.

You're a priest who also

wants to be a man, Stephen.

Make up your mind,

but leave me out of it.

- Aunt Eleanor, I...

- I have a business to run,

Rose.

- I'm sorry.

- Do you not understand

the power you have

over men?

Get your things together.

Will you be all right

staying here on your own?

Germany calling.

Germany calling.

Germany calling.

The great offensive

against France has ended.

It has been brought

to a victorious conclusion.

And throughout the world

people wonder,

when will the offensive

against British soil come?

Michael. Michael!

Rose?

Over here! Here!

Michael, we have to go.

Come on! Come on!

Michael.

Oh, no.

We have to go.

- Michael.

- Go on!

Keep your voice down.

Men, to the river.

Search the bank.

Come on! Come on!

Over there.

Over here.

Come on.

You better hide.

Open up.

This is where you are.

Open up.

Come on.

Tell me where he is.

Tell me where he is

or I'll have you

on this floor.

Leave her alone!

She's hiding him,

the Brit-loving traitor!

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