"So, ladies and gentlemen, to Brenda who's leaving the hospital to go to America." "Well, Boston's gain is Dublin's loss." "And good luck to you, Brenda." "Quirke." "What are you doing here?" "No, the other way around, Mal this is MY office, I'm pathology," "you're obstetrics." "What are YOU doing down here among the dead men?" "I had a thing to check." "Oh." "Christine Falls." "It's late, Quirke you should go home." "I was just having a few drinks upstairs with the nurses." "Brenda Ruttledge, you know her." "She was having a bit of a going away party, going to America to try her luck." "Oh." "How's Sarah?" "She's well," "Why-why the glad rags?" "We're at a dinner." "The Knights of Saint Brendan." "Goodnight." "Goodnight, Mal." "Doctor Quirke?" "!" "Brenda!" "I've always wanted to do that!" "Goodnight." "Good luck, Brenda." "Morning, Sinclair." "Doctor Quirke." "Sinclair." "Did you do Christine Falls this morning?" "Who?" "Falls, Christine." "Young, blonde." "She was here last night and now she's gone." "This is how it was when I came in." "Well get her back, will you?" "I want to do a proper P.M. on her." "Sarah?" "Can you give me a hand to do this blessed thing?" "Is Phoebe home?" "She won't be late." "She better not be." "On this of all nights." "You're too hard on her, Mal." "Did you invite Quirke, by the way?" "I did, but he won't come." "He'd rather be propping up the bar in McGonagle's than celebrating his father's honour." "After all he's done for him." "I'm not sorry he won't be here the man puts everybody's back up." "Not mine." "No, not yours." "It's okay, Maggie." "Garret, come in!" "I'm first again!" "Oh!" "I'm always too early." "You have time to chat before the others come." "Good evening, Father." "And eh... congratulations." "You call this a low dive?" "Blow in!" "What would you like to drink, Phoebe?" "Gin." "I want gin." "Gin and tonic, Dave, more tonic than gin." "They're trying to make me give him up, even granddad." "They say he's not our sort and a Protestant to boot." "They're such snobs." "So what does eh... what does your mother say?" "Now, Phoebe... you must think of the family, think of your father's reputation." "Your face." "You wont hear a word said against her, will you?" "Was she always like that?" "Sarah the good girl and Delia the bad one?" "So what do you want me to do?" "Talk to them." "Talk to granddad." "You're his blue-eyed boy after all." "And daddy will do whatever granddad tells him." "So are you in love with this boy?" "God no!" "You're not thinking of running away again, are you?" "Maybe I'll elope with you." "No thanks." "It wouldn't be incest." "You and daddy aren't real brothers after all." "We could go to Boston together." "I hate Boston." "Why?" "You all loved it when you lived there." "Jaysus Christ if it isn't Doctor Death!" "Hello, Brendan." "And who's this?" "My niece, Phoebe Griffin." "By God Doctor they're making nieces nicer every day." "Griffin though." "No relation to the great Judge Garret Griffin I suppose?" "No, no, completely different family, Brendan." "He's my granddad!" "Come on." "Granddad, is it?" "Do you know he's the ones that sent me down in '44 for setting off a couple of firebombs?" "Three years in the boys' jail your granddad gave me, the auld sod!" "A boy of 16, what do you think of that?" "We're just going, Brendan." "All the best." "And now he's after been made Papal Count!" "If Count's the right word exactly." "Phoebe where have you been?" "Your father has been... oh!" "Quirke." "I'm just bringing the black sheep home." "It's alright, Mal, I'm not staying." "Oh, but you must." "The Judge would never forgive me if I let you go without seeing him." "Come on in." "I thought you weren't coming, you rascal!" "Phoebe insisted." "And congratulations." "Count Garret Griffin, that has a ring to it!" "That's the proper form of address." "Malachy, my boy would you ever go and get your thirsty brother a drink?" "What do you think you're doing?" "Phoebe?" "She looks as if she's had a couple already!" "Is this true?" "Ah it's my fault, Mal." "I took her to McGonagle's." "Do you think it's funny to take a girl of her age to a place like that?" "Why don't we all step into the dining room?" "Oh McGonagle's is it?" "Lord I haven't set that foot in that den of iniquity for I don't know when!" "Let's go in." "I'm hungry if no one else is." "What the hell are you playing at, Quirke?" "Nothing, Mal." "You come to my house, drunk you get my daughter drunk on the night when our father..." "I'm sorry." "You've no place here." "Alright." "What was Christine Falls about?" "Was she your patient, Mal?" "Don't you think you've caused enough trouble?" "Is that why you came to my office last night?" "How did she die, Mal?" "Negligence cases can..." "What negligence?" "!" "Think this might be yours, you left it behind in the office yesterday." "Just... stay out of it." "It's nothing to do with you." "Pulmonary embolism my foot!" "I can't make out the doctor's signature." "Well, I suppose whoever it was, must have done it out of delicacy to preserve the poor girl's character." "I don't want anything." "It's about Christine Falls, Ms Moran." "I know who you are, you know?" "I used to work for the Griffins." "I didn't know that." "Oh yeah." "When Doctor and Mrs Mal first came back from Boston" "I used to look after their little girl." "Phoebe her name was." "Sorry, I-I..." "I don't remember." "Ah well, after your wife died, you weren't around much." "I did the post mortem on Christine." "I know how she died." "Chrissy." "Never called her Christine." "Chrissy her name was." "Would you like to tell me what happened?" "Oh, it was terrible." "Something went wrong." "She was bleeding, the sheets were soaking." "By the time the ambulance came... it was too late." "Maybe it was for the best." "What kind of life would she have had, her with a child?" "I knew a girl had a baby like that." "They took it off her, put it in an orphanage." "And you know what it's like to grow up in a place like that?" "Why did you call a consultant?" "Why didn't you telephone for the ambulance yourself?" "God love you." "I called Doctor Mal because Chrissy wanted him." "Sure, she used to work up at the house too, do you not remember that either?" "What happened to the child?" "A little girl it was." "And what happened to her?" "Forget about her." "I've said more than I should have already." "Is she alive?" "Did she live?" "Em... here's my card." "You can telephone me any time you want." "And thank you." "I've it all written down you know?" "And I know where to send it if anything should happen." "And that's all I'm saying." "No, no." "Thank you." "Ah, come on Mal." "Have a drink for once." "No." "Thank you." "I wanted to apologise." "For what?" "Last night." "I was out of order." "You were." "This girl" "Christine Falls," "I got her back from the morgue and I did a P.M on her." "You lied to me, Mal." "Pulmonary embolism?" "You could have come up with something better than that and you weren't looking up her file, you were signing her death certificate with your left hand to disguise it." "Now what the hell were you up to?" "You've eh... kept this to yourself?" "Yeah, I have." "I'm not your enemy, Mal." "Now what about the girl?" "I know she worked at the house, I heard that from Dolly Moran." "What else did she tell you?" "Not much." "But she has it all written down, she told me that." "Chrissy was going out with some fellow and eh... the usual." "We had to let her go of course." "I arranged for the Moran woman to look after her." "I got a call that night," "I sent an ambulance." "It was too late." "But why would you go to all that trouble, why would you risk your career?" "Look, I did it for the family." "Whose family?" "The girl's of course." "What about the father?" "I told you it was just some fellow." "We didn't even know his name." "Should I believe you, Mal?" "I don't care whether you believe me or not." "What about the child?" "What about her?" "Where is she, Mal?" "Gone." "Stillborn." "Sad business." "Very." "But these things happen, you know?" "Well, if you'll excuse me, Quirke, I have to make a phone call." "I have to work this afternoon even if you don't." "Thanks for lunch." "Miss Ruttledge, is it?" "Brenda." "Welcome to Boston." "And to Saint Madeline's." "I'm glad to be here, Sister." "And the journey went well, all according to plan?" "Oh yeah, Sister." "And this must be the baby?" "Yeah." "Little Christine we call her." "Sarah?" "I'm sorry, this is not a good time for you." "Is everything alright?" "I've been awake half the night worrying about Phoebe." "What, the boyfriend?" "I don't want her to... get herself tied up in an early marriage." "She's so young." "Weren't we all once?" "If she's in love with this boy and she wants to marry him then there's nothing you or I can do about that but" "I don't believe that she is." "I think it's just her way of rebelling." "How do you know that?" "Just things she tells me." "Why does she confide in you but not in Mal or me?" "Oh, you know the way these things go in families?" "Alright, I'll talk to her." "Oh..." "I'm late." "Will you walk with me?" "No." "No you go ahead." "Evening, Dolly." "Nasty business tonight, Doctor Quirke?" "Doctor Quirke, is it yourself now?" "Fine bit of work for us both here." "Oh, God!" "Are you alright, Doctor Quirke?" "Yeah." "No surprises, Doctor Quirke." "Intracranial hematoma." "Fell over sideways, knocked her head on the floor." "But she has cigarette burns all over her arms and her fingernails are all mashed up." "I suppose whoever it was was torturing her to find out where her money was hidden." "Good." "Thanks Sinclair." "Do you want me to write up the report?" "If you would, thank you." "Doctor." "Inspector Hackett." "So... what's the story on Dolly Moran, then?" "I'd say that she died accidentally." "Whoever it was meant to hurt her, not to kill her." "Manslaughter I'd say." "You think so?" "Perhaps we should leave the legal verdict to the judge after we catch the boys who did it." "I was wondering what they were after, would you have any idea?" "No." "I found this at the scene under the clock on the mantelpiece, it's your card, Doctor Quirke." "What was Dolly doing with your card?" "There was a girl who died, I did the post mortem" "Dolly knew her, she just, she wanted to know the cause of death, that's all." "Name of this girl?" "Christine Falls." "And what was her connection to Dolly?" "She didn't say." "What did she die of, this girl?" "Pulmonary embolism." "Oh." "How old was she?" "Young." "It happens." "Does it now?" "Right I'll be off." "Thanks for the drink." "Well if you eh... find out anything you'll let me know?" "Oh sure we'll find out plenty of things I'm sure." "Christine Falls you say?" "Yeah." "Good luck." "What are you doing here?" "You don't believe in all this, do you?" "I try to." "What do you want, Quirke?" "I want to know what happened to Dolly Moran." "I should imagine I know less about it than you." "I'm not the one going around poking my nose into places where it's liable to get cut off." "Are you threatening your own brother now?" "You're not my brother." "Look, all I know is I told you that Dolly Moran kept a written record of all the things with Christine Falls and the next night she's been tortured and her skull has been smashed in." "Now tell me if these things are not connected and you're not up to your neck in in." "I know nothing about it." "And if you're not prepared to go to the police and tell the truth then I will!" "So, what's this delicate matter you need to discuss?" "Not in trouble, are you?" "Well, not exactly." "Come on, spit it out." "There's a girl Ah no!" "No, no, no it wasn't anything like that." "There's this girl called Christine Falls she died giving birth" "and..." "I did the post mortem." "Yours is a strange profession, always coming in at the end of things." "Mal... worte up a file on her." "What do you mean 'wrote up a file'?" "So that there would be no mention of a child." "So what are you saying?" "That he falsified it?" "He says that he re-wrote the file so that the family wouldn't have to deal with the mention of a child." "Bloody fool." "He was always a bloody fool." "What connection did he have with this girl?" "Was she his patient or... was she something else?" "I don't know." "All I know is that she worked at the house as a maid and then she, she got into trouble." "She was being looked after by a woman on Crimea Street." "She died in this woman's house, is that so?" "And did Mal know her as well?" "He was paying her to look after the girl." "Oh." "Fine set of acquaintances my son has." "And now she's dead too." "She was killed a few days ago." "You knew her," "Dolly Moran." "Do you remember her?" "She used to work at the house for you and Nana before she went to Mal and Sarah's." "Dolores." "Not Dolores?" "Oh merciful God no, no." "Why ever would anyone want to kill her?" "Because of what she might know." "What would she know?" "She might know who the father was and what happened to the baby." "And you think Malachy might have been involved in her death, your own brother?" "I don't know what to think, Garret, all I know is, he falsified the death certificate." "Oh no, no, no." "No, that's not Mal." "That's not Mal." "There must be an innocent explanation." "I'll have a word with him." "I'll tell him he's been a bloody fool." "I'm glad you told me this." "You did the right thing." "You're always a good boy." "In spite of appearances to the contrary." "Quirke!" "Oh God!" "Phoebe!" "Come in." "I'm all wet." "I've been to a party." "I'm a bit drunk." "Really." "Okay, sit down." "Sit." "Down." "I'll get a towel to dry your hair." "Get out of that dress, you're soaked." "Drink this." "And then..." "I'll call you a taxi." "Ah don't do that!" "Let me stay with you." "Are you mad?" "Your father would kill me." "I'd tell them I insisted." "So, was it boyfriend trouble tonight?" "You could say that." "I think it's over." "Mm." "Are you upset?" "Not as much as I though I might be." "Were you... involved... deeply with him?" "Do you mean were we having sex?" "Anticipating marriage, as the nuns say?" "No, we weren't." "I've been saving that for you, Quirke." "Oh for God's sake don't say things like that, Phoebe even if you don't mean them." "What if I do?" "Mammy wants me to go out to Boston." "She thinks I'd be safer there with her stuck up family." "Really?" "I think that's a good idea." "I'll go if you come with me." "Will you?" "No." "You're so mean to me, Quirke." "Now Claire and Andy, you do understand don't you this is not an adoption in the official sense." "Saint Madeline's has it's own arrangements." "The Lord is our legislator." "And you understand too, both of you that when the time comes it will be Mr Crawford and his people who will decide on the child's education." "We understand, Sister." "Good." "Now..." "Mr Crawford has chosen you because you are both trusted employees of Crawford Transport but it is also very important that little Christine should remain in the faith she was born into." "You are both practising Catholics?" "We go to Mass every Sunday, don't we, Andy." "Yeah." "Alright." "Come along." "This is the heart of Saint Madeline's and our pride and joy." "And here is your new little daughter." "Christine." "May I?" "Please." "Hey." "So, Christine, how do you like your new home?" "She said she likes it very much indeed!" "Well isn't that fine and dandy?" "You know what Mrs Stafford?" "Baby says she wants to go down for a little shut-eye." "You know what I'm saying?" "Ah, Andy not now." "Hey you want it as much as I do." "Bedroom." "Now." "Okay." "That's my girl." "Come on." "She don't need to see this." "Morning, Doctor Quirke." "Just passing, thought I might catch you." "At eight o'clock in the morning?" "Just passing?" "Ah sure I've always been an early riser, giant lark, that's me." "I'll walk along with you a bit." "So, any developments on the Dolly Moran case?" "No there is not, except that I've been directed to drop the investigation." "Lack of evidence." "That's absurd, isn't it?" "Orders from on high." "I was wondering if you might be able to tell me anything but the fact is, you seem to me like a man burdened with a secret." "I've told you everything I know." "Have you now?" "But here's the thing." "Before I was called off the case, and maybe for all I know there's a reason I was called off" "I discovered that Dolly Moran used to work for the family of Chief Justice Garret Griffin himself." "Your family." "You didn't mention that, did you when we had our little chat" "I suppose it must have just slipped your mind." "I didn't think it was relevant." "Hah!" "Maybe it isn't." "None of my concern now." "Oh by-the-by, did Dolly Moran mention anything to you about a Mothers of Mercy Laundry place up in Ringsend?" "They take in girls that have got themselves in trouble and work them until they've, what's the word 'expiated their sin'." "There was some talk of Dolly Moran being connected with the place." "No, Dolly didn't mention anything about that to me." "Yeah she was good at keeping secrets it seems, poor old Dolly." "Fat lot of good it did her." "Well, I'll let you get on, Doctor Quirke." "Good luck." "Okay." "I'm so sorry, Doctor Quirke but I'm afraid you've had a wasted journey." "I can't help you at all." "So the name doesn't mean anything to you, at all?" "No." "You tell me that she died." "Yeah, in childbirth." "How very sad." "And what became of the child?" "I don't know." "That's one of the things I was hoping to find out." "Well, as I say." "And eh..." "Dolores Moran, she would have been known as Dolly Moran." "I've never heard the name Dolly Moran." "Maisie, watch where you go." "Sorry, Sister." "Alright, get on with it." "Righto, Sister." "So let's say Christine Falls had been here, what would have happened to her baby?" "Well, the babies go to an orphanage of course." "Like Carricklee?" "Yeah, if they're boys." "That's what they did with me." "Ah, so that's why you're so interested." "Only partially." "Carricklee was a... a bleak place." "A little bit like this if you'll allow me to say." "Doctor Quirke, the girls who come here find themselves in trouble with no-one to help." "The families reject them, that's why they're sent here." "We do the best we can for them." "Ah, I'm sure you a great comfort to them." "Would you rather we sent them home to be raped by their fathers?" "Thank you for your time, Sister." "Maisie!" "Maisie!" "Here, gis a puff of that." "I wanted to know if anyone here knows anything about a woman called Dolly Moran?" "I know, I heard ya." "The old hake said she never heard of her, that's a good one, and her here every second week collecting' babbies." "And why did she take them?" "I heard it was for sending them off to America." "They wont get mine, that's for sure." "I'll run away so I will." "I have my money saved." "How did you come to be here?" "Me da put me in." "I'm a disgrace to the family." "Maisie?" "Maisie!" "Thanks for the tab, Mister." "Doctor Quirke?" "Costigan, we met at the Judge's party." "Oh yeah, so we did." "I was just up on the wards visiting and I thought I'd drop down to see you." "Such a lot of suffering on the world, doctor." "I'm always very glad when the Knights of Saint Brendan can do something to help." "Really?" "So what can I do for you, Mr Costigan?" "Do you never think of joining us, Doctor Quirke." "No." "Not at all." "Not my sort of thing." "Pity." "And your brother such a great support to us." "We do a lot of good work, you know?" "Both here and in Boston." "You're not against us, I hope?" "Oh no." "I just don't involve myself with any of these so-called, religious organisations." "Oh, well." "In your case that would probably be very wise." "Best keep yourself to yourself." "Take care now, Doctor Quirke, won't you?" "So, did you hear about this murder in Crimea Street?" "I'd have thought you'd know all about that yourself." "Well I know how she died, but" "I don't know how who killed her." "Was it not a burglary?" "That's what's going about." "I thought it might have been something to do with Declan Costigan." "The businessman?" "Hm-mm." "He's a bruiser alright, the same fella." "Little bit out of your depth here, aren't you, Quirke?" "Dolly Moran getting herself killed," "Costigan and that lot." "What are you up to?" "Same again." "Good night, Dave." "Good night, Doctor Quirke." "Evening, Captain." "Evening." "We'll just walk along with you, there's no harm in that, is there?" "He's wondering who we are, are you wondering who we are, Captain?" "Not interested." "Well, I'll tell you all the same, we're a caution, that's what we are." "We've seen you hanging around, not advisable in this sort of weather." "You could catch a cold." "He could catch his death, couldn't he?" "And we wouldn't want that." "To be frank..." "I wouldn't care that much." "Hold on, Captain." "We'll give you a hand." "Ah!" "Ah!" "So the great Josh Crawford invites us to the Big House?" "It's very good of him, Andy." "It's like we're part of this family,." "Well the good news is I heard there'll be a free bar." "Oh, the basket!" "Sorry." "What a lovely baby." "Can I have a peek?" "Oh, sure." "Little Christine we call her." "Oh!" "That's nice." "Are you coming?" "Yeah." "♪ Put on your shoes and dance for me." "♪ Grab your partner let me see you dance" "♪ tonight we're gonna have real good time. ♪" "Your attention, please for our host, Mr Josh Crawford!" "Sshh!" "Friends, family... and all you boys and girls from Crawford Transport." "Great pleasure to welcome you here again this year, to share... to share..." "Everyone's okay, folks." "Josh wants you all to go on enjoying yourselves, the night is young!" "Ssshh." "I'm gonna get another beer." "Hey, McCoy?" "Hm?" "You see something funny there?" "I was just telling the guys about the eh... miracle, that's all." "How your old lady she ends up having a kid, without getting knocked up." "So how was that?" "The eh... angels come down and done the job for ya?" "Alright!" "Andy?" "Sshh!" "Alright, Quirke?" "How are you feeling?" "I feel wonderful." "Where am I?" "You're in hospital." "What happened?" "Don't you know, Mal." "It was an accident, nobody's fault." "You'll forgive me if I say I've heard that tale before." "Little Christine will be buried here in the convent burial ground." "I think we can manage to keep the police out of it." "But if I were you, I would consider moving away from Boston." "Hey, you don't take that tone with me." "There's something you're trying to hide here." "I have no idea what you could..." "That kid, was someone's, wasn't it?" "And if you mess with me an Claire, I'll make it my business to find out whose." "Are you threatening us, Mr Stafford?" "Not at all, Sister." "All I want is a job up at the Big House, and you wont here a squeak out of me." "Sister Stephanus?" "I've spoken to Mr Crawford about our situation" "I don't think we'll have any further problems from that quarter." "Thank God." "You are a terrible man, Quirke making me do this, you know what a hopeless driver I am." "You're a wonderful driver, I love your driving." "Thanks for this." "I couldn't face the flat just yet." "You should come and stay with us for a bit." "Hah!" "Wouldn't Mal just love that?" "Me lying around his house all day while he's out busy delivering babies." "No, I'll be fine." "Thanks anyway." "I'll take it slowly." "So beautiful up here." "Yeah, it's lovely." "Come on." "Are you alright?" "Ah, I'll live." "How's Phoebe?" "I thought she might have come to visit me in the hospital." "Ah..." "I'm at my wits end with her." "She's got in with a wild bunch." "She's out drinking almost every night," "I don't know what's the matter with her." "She's young, that's all." "She's out of control." "I'd really like to get her away from that crowd." "I tried to get her to go to Boston." "I know she'd love it out there." "But she says she won't go, unless you go with her." "I don't know what she wants from me." "She loves you, Quirke." "Why don't you go?" "You could recuperate there." "Ah..." "I don't know." "Alright." "I'll go." "Really?" "Why not?" "And when you're there, Quirke you have to tell her..." "Tell her what?" "You know what." "It'll be easier for her to deal with it there, away from me and Mal." "God knows we should have told her years ago." "I blame myself." "It's not just you." "But she has to know, Quirke." "Yeah." "I was thinking the same thing myself." "So will you tell her?" "Alright." "I'll tell her in Boston." "First time in Boston, Miss?" "No, I lived here when I was seven." "I haven't been back in such a long time though." "Well I'm sure Mr Crawford will be happy to see you." "What's the matter?" "You've been in a sulk since we left Dublin." "I'm not sulking." "Well, you're different." "Does your head still hurt?" "Mm." "Welcome voyagers!" "My!" "Look at you all grown up and pretty as a picture." "Do you have a kiss for your old wicked step-grandmother?" "What am I to call you?" "Why you charming child!" "Well, you must call me Rose." "And I probably shouldn't call you a child now you're all grown up!" "I don't mind." "And you must be the famous Doctor Quirke?" "I've heard a great deal about you." "All good things, I hope?" "I'm afraid not!" "You must be exhausted?" "Deirdre will show you to your rooms." "Thank you." "When you're ready, please come down." "We'll have drinks before dinner." "Josh can't wait to see you." "How is grandpa?" "Oh, dying I'm afraid, dear." "This will be yours, Doctor Quirke." "Is everything aright, Doctor Quirke?" "Yeah." "This used to be my wife's room when she lived here." "I'm fine." "Thank you." "Well, well if it isn't the bad penny." "Hello, Josh." "So you've come to watch me die, have you?" "Are you afraid of death, Quirke?" "Isn't everybody?" "I'm not." "Not anymore." "I done some bad things in my time, but I done a lot of good as well." "I think I'll be able to face up to the Lord on Judgement Day." "Will you?" "Well, see I don't believe in any of that stuff, Josh." "You say that now." "I hear you've been interfering with our work." "Em... have I?" "What work would that be, Josh?" "I'm a planter now, Quirke some men plant trees, I plant souls" "and I don't like it when ignorant meddlers stick their noses in." "Don't you think you've done enough harm to our family, you Godless piece of shite?" "!" "Knock, knock!" "Aw... aw here she is." "My favourite granddaughter!" "Granddad!" "Look at you!" "Brenda!" "Dr. Quirke." "What are you doing here?" "You two know each other?" "We used to work in the same hospital." "Small world." "Shall we eat?" "Goodnight, Doctor Quirke." "Sleep well." "Good night, Rose." "This isn't right." ""Oh, Quirke you're such a silly old bear!"" ""You think you want Sarah but you don't."" ""Come on, Quirke." "Show me what you can do."" "Brenda!" "Oh, Doctor Quirke!" "You gave me an awful fright!" "You gave me a fright, I thought you were a corpse!" "I'd have thought you could tell the difference." "Thanks." "You won't tell anyone?" "They don't like the staff to use the pool." "I won't tell." "What are you doing anyway?" "Up at this hour?" "Couldn't sleep." "No thanks." "So, Brenda, what do you know about the charity work that Josh is doing here?" "You mean the orphanage?" "What orphanage would that be?" "Saint Madeline's." "It's out in Brookline." "He gives a lot of money to it." "You brought the baby over, didn't you, Brenda?" "Did they make you do it?" "I can't tell you." "Did they tell you who the father was?" "No." "Did you think it might be Doctor Griffin?" "You mustn't ask me that." "I've got to go." "Brenda!" "We used to come up here, Delia and me in the old days." "What was she like?" "I want to know now that I'm here." "The house seems full of her somehow." "Delia was wild." "She had the imp of perversity in her." "How did the four of you meet?" "Well, your grandfather arranged for myself and Mal to come to the hospital to work and we just started going out together." "First it was me and Sarah, then it was Mal and Sarah and then, Delia and me." "How did that happen?" "How does anything like that happen?" "Phoebe..." "There's something that you don't know about Mal and Sarah and... and me." "What's there to know about you?" "Listen I don't think I'll go back to the house just yet there's a bar in town I used to drink in and I'm just going to check and see if it's still the same." "Shall I go with you?" "No, no, no, no..." "I've already gotten you into enough trouble." "I'll get a cab back, Andy, thanks." "Okay, Doctor Quirke." "Do you have to drive so slowly?" "I mean, is the law here?" "It's the way Mr Crawford likes it." "I don't always stick to it when he's not on board." "What are those, Irish cigarettes?" "No." "English." "Oh." "Okay." "Let's rock and roll." "Stop!" "What did you think you were doing?" "You could have got us killed." "Think I could have one of those English cigarettes?" "Now why don't you come up front and sit with me?" "Or maybe I could climb in back with you?" "I think you should take me back to the house." "Right now." "Doctor Quirke." "I'm Father Harkins, Chaplain here at Saint Madeline's." "This is Sister Stephanus." "You're Mr Crawford's son-in-law, I understand?" "Mr Crawford is a great friend of Saint Madeline's." "And what can we do for you, Doctor Quirke?" "Well I wanted to find out something about a child little girl, who I believe may have been brought here from Ireland." "Her first name was probably Christine and if she has a surname, it might be Falls." "Why should you want to know about this child, Doctor Quirke?" "It's a personal matter." "Personal?" "You are not saying you are related to this child in any way?" "Actually, I'm a doctor." "And I saw a woman called Christine Falls who died in childbirth" "I believe the little girl lived." "I'm simply asking you if she came her and if so what became of her, that's all." "Oh, now Doctor Quirke, we couldn't be giving out information of that nature." "Really?" "She was just one among many, wasn't she?" "A regular traffic of babies taken from their mothers in Ireland, for what?" "What happens them?" "This is just fantasy, Doctor Quirke." "All these children are certified, American citizens." "They have birth certificates." "I happen to know the nurse who brought little Christine over." "And I've seen the girls in the Laundry waiting for the babies to be taken from them." "But you have no proof or you would not be here, making accusations." "Allow me to re-assure you, Doctor Quirke, that all the little orphans who come to us are treated with loving care." "It's Gods' work we're doing here." "Our consciences are clear." "Can you tell me where Ms Ruttledge is?" "Sorry?" "Mr Crawford's nurse." "She's upstairs with Mr Crawford." "He's very poorly." "Can't be easy for you, waiting for the end." "Phoebe's been very good with him, she's in his will, you know?" "He's leaving her a lot of money." "How do you feel about that?" "I feel fine about it." "Don't worry there's plenty left for me, but she'll be rich." "Very rich." "Well, I'm sorry to hear that." "Why's that?" "Because I wanted her to have an ordinary life." "Is there such a thing?" "I think there could be for her, yeah." "Phoebe will do what she wants to do." "And the idea of you looking after her... you can't even look after yourself, can you?" "Mrs Crawford, I think you should come." "It was good to see you, Rose." "Even though it's such a sad occasion." "I guess you could say we did him proud." "Ah, yeah indeed." "He was a great man and a dear friend." "I know about the child, Mal." "Oh." "She's here, isn't she?" "Brenda Ruttledge brought her over." "Oh just leave it, Quirke." "She's yours, isn't she?" "The child." "If you carry on, you'll bring nothing but harm to everyone." "And take my advice, just let it go." "Well it won't let me go." "I'd forgotten how beautiful it could be here." "I often think, we should have stayed." "We?" "Mal and I." "Things might have been different." "We were happy here, weren't we?" "In those days." "Mal, you and me." "And Delia." "She would sleep with you." "That's all it was." "Wasn't it?" "She would sleep with you and I wouldn't." "And then Mal saw his chance with me." "I think there was a bit more to it than that." "But not much." "God... what a mess we've made of our lives." "It's not all that bad, is it?" "Well there's Phoebe." "Why haven't you told her, Quirke?" "You promised you would." "I started and... it's not so easy." "She seems... so much happier here." "Does she really have to know?" "Yeah, she does." "You have to tell her she's your child, Quirke." "You owe it to her." "Alright." "I'll do it now." "Quirke?" "Yours and Delia's?" "What do you mean?" "Delia died." "She died having you, Phoebe." "It was an awful time for us, we were quarrelling and I was hitting the bottle pretty hard." "And the night that you were born, we'd had this fight," "I can't remember what she said that set me off but," "I went on a bender." "Mal found me in this bar and I was off my head, couldn't even understand what he was saying." "Next thing I remember," "I was in the hospital holding her hand." "And she was dead." "And I was drunk." "You gave me away." "I couldn't have looked after you myself I was destroyed when Delia died." "Phoebe it wasn't because I didn't care about you, because I didn't love you you have to understand..." "You never told me." "Phoebe..." "All these years!" "Phoebe!" "Phoebe!" "What's the matter with Phoebe?" "I just saw her running by the house, she looked in a state." "Quirke's told her, Mal." "Told her what?" "The truth." "About who she is." "And he told her that today, of all days." "Don't blame Quirke, I made him do it." "YOU made him do it?" "And you never thought to consult me?" "She had to know sometime, Mal." "Well, I hope you're prepared for the consequences." "Hell, I didn't figure on company." "But since you're there." "Take me somewhere." "Your wish is my command, baby." "Where do you want to go?" "I don't care." "Somewhere." "Doctor Quirke?" "Ah, Brenda." "So... what will you do now that Josh is gone?" "I don't know." "Find another job, I suppose." "Will you go back to Dublin?" "No." "Tell me about baby Christine." "You've nothing left to lose now." "Come on." "There's someone you can tell you more than I ever could." "Aint going to be no soft job for me now the old man's gone." "She's going to sell up and cut out, she doesn't care about the likes of you and me." "But hey, let's look on the bright side," "I got her Buick," "I got her whiskey, and maybe I've got you." "All I ever wanted was a little baby of my own." "And the nuns helped you, didn't they, Claire." "They helped us." "They helped me and Andy." "He wanted a baby too, he really did." "So you were given little Christine to look after?" "Yeah." "Sh-she was never meant to stay for very long nuns would take her back as soon as she was old enough to go to school, train her up to be a nun herself." "So where's baby Christine now, Claire?" "He didn't mean to do it." "I know he didn't... it was an accident." "Didn't mean to do what, Claire?" "He was trying to make her stop crying he hated it when she cried." "He just shook her, that's all." "I came in, and... and he was just holding her." "And he held her out to me." "And-and I took... her head was so heavy... warm," "hot almost." "So heavy." "What did you do then?" "Father Harkins came, took Christine away, I didn't want to see her anymore." "Did he call the police?" "Oh no, why would he?" "It was an accident." "Boy we had this coming, all those little glances in the mirror." "You want the same thing as I do." "No!" "Hey, come on let me in." "Get off!" "Hey!" "You'll be sorry." "What are you doing?" "What are you doing?" "Let me out!" "Hey!" "What are you doing, come on!" "Let me out or I'll jump!" "No you won't." "I want to see the baby's grave." "The grave?" "Christine Fall's baby." "I know she's buried here." "I could call the police, you know." "Oh I bet you could." "Listen..." "Mr Griffin is there, visiting." "I don't care if the Pope is there, I want to see that grave." "The baby is yours." "Jesus!" "All Mal did was try to help and he made a mess of that." "I'm going to get her out of this place, little Christine." "I'm going to get her to a proper cemetery." "That girl was young enough to be your daughter, young enough to be your granddaughter!" "Yeah, I've sinned and God will punish me for it, has already taking Chrissy from me." "I suppose you're going to tell me that you couldn't help yourself." "Ah, Quirke you're a young man still, you know what it's like to be... to watch your powers failing." "A girl like Chrissy comes along and... you feel like you're twenty years old again." "The orphans... were you running the whole thing?" "You and Josh?" "And Dolly Moran, what about her?" "That was Costigan." "He sent those fellas to look for something she had they weren't supposed to hurt her." "And who sent them after me?" "Have a heart, Quirke." "Would I want to see you hurt?" "You who were a son to me?" "And I revered you." "Has it crossed your mind yet, that your Phoebe was the start of it all?" "She was the first baby to be sent over to Boston." "Because you were too destroyed by drink and grief to look after her?" "It was Phoebe, gave Josh Crawford the idea." "So you see you have something to be proud of." "What, this?" "Those are only the ones who died, there are a hundred thousand more doing God's work all over the world." "You took their babies from their mother." "Some people are not meant to have children." "And who decides that, Garret?" "We do!" "We decide." "Women in the tenements of Dublin and Cork, bearing 17, 18 children in as many years." "What sort of life would those youngsters face?" "Aren't they better off here, with families to take care of them?" "Weren't you better off with me in Carricklee?" "Do you know the kinds of things that went on in that place?" "I got you out." "This racket with the babies." "Not a racket!" "Is it going to continue?" "Why not?" "Because if it is, I'm going to the police." "And tell them what, huh?" "That Judge Griffin found loving homes for hundreds of unwanted children?" "They'll laugh in your face." "Come on, Quirke." "When are you going to grow up and start behaving like a man?" "I will bring you down, Garret." "You can try." "Phoebe?" "I'm sorry." "Alright." "You all lied to me." "All of you." "And you were the worst." "Couldn't you see, I was in love with you?" "I adore convent girls." "They have such a well developed sense of sin." "What would I say to Mal?" "You can tell him you're going to Verona with me." "And the blood from the left ventricle is more diluted than blood from the right." "You're going to have to spell it out for me, Doctor Sinclair." "Blackmail" "I've a position in this city." "Are you meddling again?" "Possibly." "If I do it... you may never, ever judge me again." "Is somebody there?"