- [whimsical music playing] - [seagulls cawing]
[music turns poignant]
- [music turns whimsical] - [children chattering]
[music stops]
[children chattering outside]
[footsteps, then knocking on door]
[boy] Nana, Nana! Hurry up. I need to pee.
[lilting music playing]
- [knocking continues] - Hurry, hurry.
Come on, Nana.
Let's see you!
[knocking continues]
[man] God knows what she's come up with this time.
- Ma, we've been here ages. Come on. - Ma, he's gonna wet himself.
He'll just have to wait. I'm trying to do me hair.
We've been waiting.
- Would you hurry up? - [Patrick] I'm bursting.
[Cathy] We wanna see you. Come on out.
- Are youse ready now? - [all] Yes!
[whimsical, pensive music playing]
- Jesus. - What?
[Patrick urinating]
[Cathy softly] Whoo-hoo!
Open up, you bastard.
[metal screeches]
[whispers] I'll put it back, God. I swear.
[children chattering]
[man singing indistinctly on TV]
How are you, son?
Hiya, Rosie.
- Are you hiding? Where'd Rosie go? - [Rosie laughing]
Daniel, where's Rosie?
- Look at you. - Wash your hands.
George.
Have you any money?
- [George] Why do you need it? - The pilgrimage.
- What bleeding pilgrimage? - We're entering the talent contest.
The winner gets two tickets to go to Lourdes with the parish.
Dolly, I don't care what you do, but win or lose,
- you're not taking him to Lourdes. - Why not?
Because I'm out there every day breaking me bollocks,
and you wanna give our money to the church?
They have loads.
We've been to all the doctors in Dublin, and they don't know what's wrong with him.
- But some fecker in Lourdes is gonna know? - Miracles happen there, George.
He could speak.
That's all we want.
We can't just give up on him.
Maybe he doesn't wanna talk. That's fine with me.
- Where's Rosie? - [Rosie laughing]
I found Rosie.
You going to feed the meter?
[whimsical music playing]
Oh, Maureen, the things I do for you.
You're probably up there in stitches, laughing at me.
[groans]
Oh, I'm gonna see if Tommy can do that.
[grunts]
[man speaking indistinctly on radio]
[poignant, pensive music playing]
Wait. Here you are, love.
[footsteps approaching]
Chrissie Ahearn?
Father Dermot.
Yeah.
Thank you...
for contacting me.
I'm sorry I was too late. My flight was canceled. I--
You're here now. That's all that matters.
Let me offer you my heartfelt condolences. The death of a parent is a terrible loss.
I'm fine.
Big turnout for the vigil.
You see, we have the Holy Cross All Stars Talent Contest tonight.
It's been planned for months.
It's a fundraiser for Lourdes.
Your mother was on the committee, she worked hard to make it a success,
and everyone felt that she'd want us to go ahead with it.
We kind of feel it's sort of like Maureen's wake.
I hope you don't think we're being insensitive.
It's fine.
- May I have the keys to the house, please? - Sorry, yeah. Of course.
- There you go. - Thank you.
- A lot of flowers. - Mm.
Let me know how much it cost. I'll pay you back.
- The parish didn't pay for the flowers. - Who did?
Your mother's friend.
Lily Fox.
- Tommy. - Yeah?
Tom, would you give me a hand with this zipper?
Yeah.
God be with the days when somebody died, the whole street went dark.
Now look at us. We're off to do a bloody cabaret.
[Tommy chuckles softly]
How do I look?
You look lovely.
I went to visit Declan today. I asked him to bring us luck.
You're not visiting our son.
You're visiting a pile of bad memories stuffed with rocks and statues
that don't mean anything.
I asked him to watch over me tonight.
What do you want to be going to Lourdes for, anyway?
I've always wanted to go there. All my life.
And look. Look, I'm running out of chances.
[pop music playing over radio]
- [Patrick] You can't catch me. - [Joan] I'll get you, Patrick.
You're finished with him. He's a waster, that fella.
- Sooner you get rid of him, the better. - I don't want to get rid of him.
Where are you gonna live? Not here. We're bursting.
We'll put our names down for a house. Maybe we'll get Auntie Maureen's.
Christ on a bike. Can we bury her first?
[children chattering]
- Where the hell are you going? - [Frank] Out.
- You are, on your arse. - [Frank] I'm going to the pub.
No, you bloody will not. You're minding them kids for once.
I'm going to the charity show.
Sure, why do you want to win a trip to bleeding Lourdes? I'm going.
One of these days you'll come home and I won't be shagging well here.
Promises, promises.
[children yelling and chattering]
- You're minding them kids. - I'm not minding them.
Oh, yeah, you are. Now, stop your whinging and do me hair.
[children] ♪ There was an old woman And she lived in the woods-- ♪
[girl] Okay? Ready? Let's do it again.
Three, two, one, go.
[children] ♪ There was an old woman And she lived in the woods-- ♪
♪ A weila weila waila... ♪
Give me a hand with this, will you?
[children singing indistinctly outside]
[Lily groans]
Now...
will you wish me luck?
Good luck.
♪ She had a baby, six months old Down by the river ♪
♪ She had a pen knife three foot long ♪
♪ A weila weila waila ♪
♪ She had a pen knife three foot long ♪
♪ Down by the River Saile ♪
♪ She stuck the knife In the baby's heart ♪
♪ A weila weila waila ♪
♪ She stuck the knife In the baby's heart ♪
♪ Down by the River Saile... ♪
[poignant music playing]
[upbeat music playing]
Ladies. What's the name?
Um-- Oh, it's just us, Father.
Mrs. Lily Fox and Mrs. Eileen Dunne.
- Of the act? - Oh, the Lourdettes.
We have one of them already.
[chattering excitedly]
Um-- Um...
The Miracles.
- [coin clatters] - The Miracles.
- [Eileen chuckles] - First prize, two tickets to Lourdes...
Excuse me.
...and then second prize is a bacon joint.
Best of luck.
- [playing lively folk melody] - [tap shoes clacking]
Oh, me nerves are rattling much.
What's wrong with you?
Oh, it's just a little bump. Just a little one.
Is it sore?
- Sore? - When you touch it.
I don't think so.
Oh, well, that's a good sign. Isn't it, then?
If it's not sore?
There you go. That's a great sign.
How come?
Well, if it was the other way around, you should be in trouble.
I thought if it was not sore, you have it?
Ooh...
- Oh, look at your hair. It's coming down. - [Eileen] Oh.
Thanks, Lil.
I have to say, girls, I think we have this won.
- We're next. - [Lily gasps]
- No, Lily. Don't worry. - Oh, jeez.
- All you need to do is look pretty, okay? - God, holy Mary.
[children chattering]
[band playing "He's So Fine"]
[Dolly and Lily] ♪ Do-lang-do-lang-do-lang Do-lang-do-lang ♪
- ♪ He's so fine ♪ - ♪ Do-lang-do-lang-do-lang ♪
- ♪ Wish he were mine ♪ - ♪ Do-lang-do-lang-do-lang ♪
- ♪ That handsome boy over there ♪ - ♪ Do-lang-do-lang-do-lang ♪
- ♪ The one with the wavy hair ♪ - ♪ Do-lang-do-lang-do-lang ♪
- ♪ I don't know how I'm gonna do it ♪ - ♪ Do-lang-do-lang-do-lang ♪
- ♪ But I'm gonna make him mine ♪ - ♪ Do-lang-do-lang-do-lang ♪
- ♪ If it takes me forever ♪ - ♪ Do-lang-do-lang ♪
- ♪ He's so fine ♪ - ♪ Oh, yeah ♪
- ♪ Gotta be mine ♪ - ♪ Oh, yeah ♪
- ♪ Sooner or later ♪ - ♪ Oh, yeah ♪
- ♪ I hope it's not later ♪ - ♪ Oh, yeah ♪
- ♪ We gotta get together ♪ - ♪ Oh, yeah ♪
- ♪ The sooner the better ♪ - ♪ Oh, yeah ♪
- ♪ I just can't wait, I just can't wait ♪ - ♪ To be held in his arms ♪
- ♪ If I were a queen ♪ - ♪ Do-lang-do-lang-do-lang ♪
- ♪ And he asked me to leave my throne ♪ - ♪ Do-lang-do-lang-do-lang ♪
- ♪ I'll do anything that he asked ♪ - ♪ Do-lang-do-lang-do-lang ♪
- ♪ Anything to make him my own ♪ - ♪ Do-lang-do-lang-do-lang ♪
- ♪ For he's so fine ♪ - ♪ So fine ♪
♪ So fine ♪
- ♪ So fine ♪ - ♪ He's so fine ♪
- ♪ So fine ♪ - ♪ So fine ♪
- [song ends] - [crowd cheering and applauding]
Well, let's hear it for the Miracles.
- Absolutely brilliant, ladies. Well done. - Thank you so much.
- Enjoy your night. - Yes. Yes. Yeah. Thank you.
That was great.
Honestly.
We'll win. I know it.
[violin playing lively folk melody]
[crowd chattering]
I don't believe it.
Mother of God.
Who is it?
Auntie Maureen's daughter.
- Mrs. Ahearn had a daughter? - [Eileen] Yeah, risen from the dead.
I wouldn't have recognized you.
Oh, well, 40 years will do that to you.
It'll do a lot of things to you.
Well...
I'm sorry for your loss.
[Chrissie] Eileen.
Hi.
Mm.
Oh, you remember me. I was sure you wouldn't.
- Who forgets family? - Yeah. Who does that?
I'm Dolly Hennessy, one of the neighbors.
Very sorry for your loss. Your ma was a great neighbor.
Thank you.
It's very nice to meet you, Dolly. You were very good up there.
Thank you.
How much were the flowers? I wanna pay you back.
I bought them for your mother.
She didn't think you'd be here.
- Why would she think that? - Have you ever come back in 40 years?
For the flowers.
I don't need that.
It was an honor. Your mother was a saint.
Well, now, who would've thunk it?
Maureen's daughter. And coming all this way.
And only a little bit late.
- Yes, but it's great to have her back. - [Eileen] Marvelous.
Absolutely bloody marvelous.
- [violin melody ends] - [crowd applauding]
[Eileen] We all thought she was dead.
[Dolly] She kept her figure all the same, though, didn't she?
You didn't notice a ring, did you?
Who'd have her, Lily?
She'd sour milk, that one.
I can't believe youse are bad-mouthing her and her mother only dead.
She never cared about her mother, Dolly.
Coming back 40 years later when the poor woman's gone?
She was a friend.
Eileen... Eileen was everything to Chrissie.
Being an only child, Eileen looked out for her, protected her.
They were cousins and best friends.
You never mentioned this before.
Eileen, Chrissie, and my Declan,
you couldn't put a cigarette paper between them.
But why'd she go to America?
She had to leave.
- What do you mean? - Dolly, some things are best left unsaid.
Now, leave it.
[piano playing "Spancilhill"]
♪ It being on the twenty-third of June ♪
♪ The day before the fair ♪
♪ When Ireland's sons and daughters ♪
♪ And friends assembled there ♪
♪ At the parish church in Clooney ♪
♪ Many miles from Spancilhill ♪
[indistinct chatter]
Dolly, Peter wants you to have the tickets so Daniel can go to Lourdes.
So he can learn to talk.
[Dolly] Thank you, Peter.
- [Dolly laughs] - My heart...
What a boy you are.
[Dolly] That is so kind of him.
- Daniel. - [Lily] Thank you so much.
We're going to Lourdes.
We're going with Lily.
[birds singing outside]
[poignant, pensive music playing]
[Dermot] And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying:
"Look, God's dwelling place is now amongst the people,
and He will dwell with them.
They will be His people, and God Himself will be with them and be their God.
He will wipe every tear from their eyes.
There will be no more death, or mourning, or crying, or pain...
for the old order of things has passed away."
[poignant music playing]
[speaking indistinctly]
Is Mrs. Fox going to Lourdes to grow her leg back?
No, my love. Her leg's not going to grow back.
She's going to help Dolly and Daniel.
[speaking indistinctly]
- Wonderful service, Father. - Thanks.
It came to me all of a sudden.
Maureen's ticket to Lourdes, it's terrible for it to go to waste.
I have this lump on my breast.
I see, and have you been to the doctor with this?
Oh, no.
I want to go to Lourdes.
Since poor Maureen is gone, she'd want her ticket put to good use.
I'll see what I can do.
Oh. Bless you, Father.
[mourners chattering]
I'm sorry for your loss.
Your ma asked me to give you this, in case you came home.
[Maureen] Dear Chrissie,
if you are reading this, it means you came for my funeral, so thank you for that.
I remember you saying when you left that you'd only come back when I was dead.
Welcome home.
I don't know the pain and the joy that you've known.
I guess I don't really know you at all. Not the you that is reading this today.
But you're here, and that tells me everything.
[poignant music playing]
I've been saving for a very long time to come and see you in America.
I always wanted to see Boston.
We are more alike than you think. We both carry our pain too proudly.
I know you have no love for Lily Fox or Eileen.
I don't blame you for that, but it's a heavy load to carry.
I've left something for you in the top drawer of my dressing table.
[music turns pensive]
I'm sorry for what I said.
I'm sorry for what I did.
The last words you hear from a mother shouldn't be angry ones.
I love you, Chrissie,
with all my heart.
God bless.
[music fades]
[tapping on window]
Hello, hello?
How are you, Chrissie?
My mother is dead. I'm in a place I swore I would never come back to.
Everyone is happy as ever to see me.
So, overall,
I'd say, yeah, mixed.
- You seem a little cross, maybe. - You think?
Ah...
- From my mother. - Thank you.
Put it to good use. Just do not give it to the nuns.
This is your mother's voucher for Lourdes.
Give it to someone who needs it. I don't need a cure.
Not everyone goes to Lourdes for a cure.
No? Well...
What was she looking for, then?
Reconciliation.
[poignant, pensive music playing]
I think she'd like you to go in her place.
Take the voucher.
I don't need it.
[children chattering]
Chrissie wanted you to have it.
You didn't tell her about me lump, did you?
No, no, no. Strictly between ourselves.
Congratulations. You're coming to Lourdes.
[Eileen] It's a service of gratitude to God and Our Lady.
Service of gratitude to my bleeding arse.
It's one big gimmick to squeeze my money out of me.
Do you not know The Song of Bernadette?
No. How does it go, again?
It's not a song, it's a film.
It's about Saint Bernadette
and how she saw the Blessed Virgin at Lourdes.
- You're not going to no bleeding Lourdes. - I have to go, Frank. Please.
- You got something, all of a sudden? - Of course not!
You're not going on any holiday in the French Riviera
with Father Too-Good-Looking- For-His-Own-Bleeding-Good.
You think I can't see what's going on?
I'll be helping Dolly and Daniel and the other poor unfortunates.
[scoffs] Unfortunate? That's a good one.
What about me? I'm the unfortunate one.
Who's gonna do the cooking, cleaning, and minding the chiselers?
Not me, I can tell you. That's your job. Well, you go and sell that ticket.
I'm not selling it.
Sell it! Sell it to some poor unfortunate.
[poignant music playing]
[upbeat, pensive music playing]
- Joel, how are you? - [Joel] Good morning, Father.
There's nobody here yet, but they'll be--
They'll be along anon. Right, I better go in and get my bag.
- You can't go. - Are you--?
- I won't allow it. - I'm going.
What'll I do on me own?
- I'll be back before you know it. - [lilting, mischievous music playing]
Now, will you stop making me feel bad?
- What if something happens? - Go back to bed, Tommy.
You'll be safe there.
[Lily blows kiss]
Oh, Jimmy, Jimmy, will you tell Mr. Dunne we've got a leak?
- Would you call over right away? - Yes, Mrs. Fox.
[Lily] Good lad.
I didn't see a leak.
Oh, it's all wet in the bathroom.
Just a moment.
I think it's the lav.
I've got to hurry. I've got to hurry.
I'm going to Tom and Lily's house. They have a leak.
Oh, I hope it's not too bad.
[groaning]
[knocking on door]
[Frank] Tommy?
Don't burn your father's sausages, whatever you do.
And remember Patrick's asthma medicine, and look,
if you still want to marry your sweetie pie
after you've cooked and cleaned and scrubbed for a week
while he sits in the pub and talks shite with the lads,
who am I to stand in the way of true love?
Do you mean that, Ma?
[sighs]
Now, be good to them.
- What are you doing? - Kissing you goodbye.
It's not like I'm going down to the shops. I'm going abroad to France.
To France? I thought you were going to Lourdes.
- You are coming back, Ma? - Maybe. Maybe not.
[lilting, pensive music playing]
[Dermot] Hi, Eileen. You made it.
Show me that bag. I'll throw it in the back.
Oh, thank you, Father.
- Hi! - [Lily] Hello! Hello! Come in, sit down.
- Where's Dolly? - I don't know.
She should be here shortly.
[music fades]
[footsteps approaching]
Sorry, son. You're going nowhere.
Jesus, Dolly. Don't start.
What's that?
- We're going to Lourdes. - You are on me bollocks.
[Dolly] Ruth, in number 45,
said she'd mind Rosie while you're at work.
Dolly. Dolly!
If you go out that door, don't bleeding bother coming back.
[tense music playing]
[Lily] Oh!
Oh, no, Father! No, we can't go. We can't go.
- We can't-- Dolly's not here. - We can't wait any longer.
Otherwise, we won't make it to the ferry.
- Fire ahead there, Joel. - [Lily] Catastrophe!
- No. - I can't believe--
Wait! Wait! Wait!
- Stop! - They're here! Stop!
- They're here! - No! We have to stop!
- Oh, they're here! Oh! - Oh, my--
[Eileen] My dear girl, where were you?
[Dermot] By the skin of your teeth, Dolly.
- George. - Oh, come on, then.
Daniel, come along.
Hello, Father.
[Dermot] Hello.
[Dolly laughs] Ah!
- [Eileen] Oh, thank you, Jesus. - [Lily sighs] Oh!
- There we go, then. Ah! - Thank you.
- [Dolly] There we go, Daniel. - You can go ahead now.
[Dolly laughs] Thank you.
- [brakes squeal and tires screech] - [yelps]
Holy Mary Mother of God.
I don't fecking believe it.
Welcome, Chrissie. There's a place here, if you don't mind sitting alongside me.
Excuse me.
[passengers whispering indistinctly]
To Lourdes, driver!
[engine rumbles]
[upbeat music playing]
[ship horn blows]
[music fades]
[Chrissie whispering] Hi.
What's your name?
- [whispering] Daniel. - [Chrissie] Oh!
Hi, Daniel.
I'm Chrissie.
He doesn't talk yet.
Me ma says he'll talk when he has something to say.
Isn't that right, Daniel?
Very sensible.
- [hopeful music playing] - [birds singing]
[passengers whispering indistinctly]
[Dolly] Look. Daniel. Daniel, look. There's the basilica.
[enchanting, pensive music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
- Welcome to Lourdes! - [Eileen] Oh!
Oh, Father. I can't believe it.
We're here. We're really here.
- [Eileen gasps] - [speaks in French]
I've always wanted a bellboy to carry me bags.
Isn't it gorgeous?
- [Dolly] It is. - Hotel De Bernadette.
[chattering in French]
Chrissie. I have you in room number eight.
- Hm. - Okay, see you later.
And you, number 14.
Please, this way.
Isn't this lovely?
Did you get talking to that one at all, Dolly?
Who? Chrissie?
[Eileen] The hell is she doing here?
I think she just wanted a break, with her ma passing and all that.
I'll tell you what she's up to.
- What? - Father Dermot. That's what she's after.
It appears I am sharing with you.
[door closes]
Oh, look.
The basilica. Isn't it beautiful?
Is there only one bed?
- Your ma wouldn't have fussed. - Well...
I'm not my mother.
Ain't that the truth.
What does that mean?
Show some respect, Chrissie.
This is a holy place.
[knocking on door]
Father's taking us to the grotto, and he's booked the baths for tomorrow.
- See you downstairs, Lil. - Nice.
Whatever the reason you came, it wasn't to sit in a hotel room.
Ah.
[Dolly] I wasn't expecting all this.
- All what? - Selling.
- Selling? - Yeah.
You'd think it was Liberty Market back in Dublin.
I suppose.
I thought our Lord hated all that when He chased them out of the temple.
Hard to believe, though, isn't it?
Her coming, after having Jesus, to coming here to Lourdes?
And France, like.
I mean, why'd she suddenly show up after all these years?
I'm asking meself the same thing.
What you got there, Daniel?
[enchanting music playing]
[Dolly] Look.
It's so pretty.
I'll treat you, Daniel. Not a word to Frank, you hear?
And I'll have 12 of them miraculous medals.
[Dolly] Let's go have a look at those rosary beads.
We can get them for Grandma.
[man speaks in French]
[dramatic, enchanting music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[Lily] Mother of God.
I can't believe it.
Our Blessed Lady in heaven.
[Eileen] There's where she appeared,
right there on that spot.
When you think of all she went through...
watching her poor son crucified.
She picked a good place to stand, all the same.
- What? - So we could all see her.
Oh, yeah.
Do you believe she really came here?
That the Virgin Mary picked this spot and that girl?
Yes. Yes, I do.
Whether she did or not is unimportant.
You might wanna keep that to yourself.
[indistinct chatter]
- I wonder what that one came here for. - Well, maybe Our Lady brought her.
I think she's nice.
So is her clothes.
[poignant, pensive music playing]
Would you stop staring?
People hate to be stared at.
Oh, look. Isn't it beautiful?
See, that's where all the crutches used to hang.
From all the miracles.
We'll find a miracle for you, Daniel.
- Daniel, Lily's talking to you. - It's all right, love. Never mind.
Can't imagine, though.
What?
If we seen one happening right in front of our eyes...
a miracle, like, I think I'd die if I seen people get up,
throw their crutches away and walk.
But it mightn't be crutches, Eileen.
Other things get cured too. Tumors and things you can't see.
[Eileen] Oh, that's right.
How do we know there wasn't hundreds of them cures?
Sure, look at Lily over there.
What about Lily over there?
Well, you don't need a crutch.
Excuse me?
[Eileen] For your leg, you don't need a crutch to walk.
So if you got a cure now, you wouldn't have a crutch to put up on the wall.
I didn't come here looking for my leg to grow longer, for God's sake.
I wouldn't know what to do with meself.
In fact, I'd probably lose me balance.
[all laughing]
- [lilting, pensive music playing] - [Frank grumbling]
[children yelling and chattering]
[groaning]
[sighs] How in the name of Jesus am I supposed to do this?
- Do what your wife does every day. - What's that?
Give us your hands.
Oh, I see.
Did your poor wife pass away on you?
Oh, Jesus, no. She's in Lourdes.
Lourdes?
Well, there's a miracle for her now.
You, shopping.
[music stops]
Best of luck to you. [Laughing]
- [Frank grunts] - Jesus. Poor Ma.
Don't know why she hasn't left you already.
Oh, sorry. I forgot. She has left you.
What?
Cathy!
Is she not coming back?
Ask yourself, Da. Why would she?
Rosie, hold still.
[lilting, pensive music playing]
- Rosie, Rosie. - [Rosie fussing]
It's stuck. Stop it. Come on, Rosie.
- Ow! Feck. - Mama.
No, Mama's not here.
There you go.
I think we have it.
- Yeah. - [babbling]
What?
Yeah.
["She's A Rainbow" playing on radio]
♪ Blue shoes Blue nails ♪
♪ A blue dress that never fails ♪
♪ There's no color in the rainbow That my girl can't be... ♪
Mmm. [Chuckles] Mmm.
[church bells ringing]
[crickets chirping]
"She'll ruin your life."
What?
Isn't that what you said to Declan?
"She'll ruin your life"?
Not now, Chrissie.
I was 17.
I was pregnant.
We were so happy.
We were so-- How was I going to ruin his life?
I thought you were trying to trap him.
He was my son, my only son.
I wanted him to have a better life than I had.
We would have.
How did you manage it?
How did you convince her to shut me out?
Your mother did her best,
but with your father dead, there was no one to reel you in.
There was no talking to you. You were wild.
Your mother forgave me.
God punished me, didn't He? Taking him away like that?
He punished all of us.
[crickets chirping]
[river susurrating]
[indistinct chatter]
No tea, no eggs, no sausages.
It's no breakfast at all.
Must be what it's like in a convent.
Here, I'm gonna take this up to Daniel.
Blackberry. Not like ours at home.
Want a taste?
We used to pick blackberries. You and me and Declan.
We'd lie on the grass and we'd eat them, and we'd brag about our future, and--
Oh, God. We were so full of ourselves.
Declan and you...
and me.
I never heard you come in last night. You must have been late.
Well, I'm glad I didn't wake you.
Talking to Father Dermot?
A priest.
You always did love a challenge.
[Eileen chuckles]
Declan could swim like a fish.
Makes you wonder how he, of all people...
would drown.
- Where's Lily? - Her leg was hurting this morning.
- Are you coming to the baths? - No.
- You okay? - It's just me leg.
You go ahead. I'll catch up with youse all later.
[winces]
- You look pale. - I must have overdone it.
You seem to know what you're doing.
Chrissie. Chrissie, the baby. What happened?
Your pulse is normal.
I think we need to get you a wheelchair.
Yeah. You need to take it easy on that leg today.
I'll go fetch a chair.
[door closes]
- [bells ringing] - [excited chatter]
[man and woman arguing in French]
[bell tolling]
Good morning to you.
Is everyone set? Everyone ready?
Well, here we go. This is what we came for.
[arguing continues]
Now, be strong, whatever you might see.
The heartbreak of the world is upon us.
[woman screams]
Is that someone dying?
It's the water. They say it's bitter cold.
- [woman screams] - Jesus.
They're not stepping in the same water as us, are they?
Oh, of course they are.
That's a bit much.
What about catching infections?
Oh, no. You won't catch a thing. This is Lourdes. It's another miracle.
Our Lady told everyone to come and bathe...
- [man yelling in French] - ...in the miraculous water.
- [lively music playing] - Oh, that's the man!
It's a miracle! He's after walking! It's a miracle.
Get him in. Get him in quick. Our Lady's here.
[Dolly] Oh, come on, Daniel.
We're only here five minutes and there's one already.
Get Daniel in.
[Dolly] He touched me.
[Eileen] I touched him. I touched him!
Get him in the same bath.
[water splashing]
[nun speaks in French, then English] Come on down.
[Dolly] Come on.
Come down.
[Eileen breathing nervously]
[nuns praying in French]
Oh!
Jesus. Jesus!
Oh!
It's nice.
Come on, Daniel. Please?
I'm serious now. Come on.
- Jesus! Oh! Oh! - [nuns continue praying in French]
[gasping]
[whimpers] Jeez!
[screams]
- Daniel. - [Eileen] Jesus!
- [Lily gasps] - [Eileen screams]
We're ready.
I'm not.
I believe you had a miracle today.
The poor crippled man who ran out.
[in English] Oh, no. False alarm.
Every day we have one.
- Really? - Every day.
But only the men. Always the men.
You know what men are like.
But the real miracles, like? How many a day would you get?
[indistinct chatter]
You all right, Daniel?
Daniel!
Daniel, did you say something?
Say it again. Go on. Go on. You can do it. I'm listening.
- Just give him a minute. - Say "Ma." Ma. Ma.
- Ma, Ma, Ma. - Dolly.
We should try again, maybe.
He only touched the water. If we can get him all the way in...
Dolly, just look at him.
Let him tell you what he's trying to say.
[poignant music playing]
I'm so sorry, my love.
So sorry.
I'm a terrible mother.
Stop it, Dolly. It's just not true.
[Dolly sniffles]
[indistinct chatter]
- Well, that's that, then. - What?
Guess how many miracles there's after been.
- How many? What? - Sixty-two.
Sixty-two.
That's very good in one day.
Not in a day.
What, in a week? That's still very good.
Not in a week.
Since she first appeared...
in 1858.
1858?
Oh, it couldn't be.
I have to tell you, I'm very disappointed, Lily.
Frank was right. It's all a bloody gimmick.
[lilting, pensive music playing]
[Frank] Oh, that looks lovely.
Lovely bit of stew.
There you go, now.
Want a bit more?
No? It's really good for you.
Oh, eh. Well, eat.
I said, eat.
Well?
It's good.
It's hardly burnt at all.
[all laughing]
[Frank] Excuse me.
You always expect a certain amount of burn with the stew.
I can't eat this!
[laughing continues]
That was a bit curt.
A little abrupt.
Come on. Eat up.
- I didn't know you had it in you, Da. - [Frank] I don't.
I made it up as I went along.
It's not as good as Ma's anyway.
Well, nothing's as good as Ma's, you know.
[poignant, pensive music playing]
[lilting, pensive music playing]
[snoring]
[babbling]
[Chrissie] ♪ You put your right foot in You put your right foot out ♪
♪ You put your right foot in And you shake it all about ♪
♪ You do the hokey pokey And you turn yourself around ♪
♪ That's what it's all about You put your left foot in... ♪
And now she's Saint Bernadette all of a sudden.
I don't give a shite anymore.
Raising six children is obviously not good enough for some people.
And a nursemaid to ten grandkids.
Twelve.
Twelve. Twelve.
I love them little feckers.
Now, don't upset yourself.
♪ ...your left hand in And you shake it all about ♪
♪ You do the hokey pokey And you turn yourself around ♪
[crowd] ♪ That's what it's all about ♪
- Hey! - [crowd] Hey!
We better go to bed.
- Excellent. - Thank you, Chrissie.
Say "good night," Daniel.
That was good, Daniel.
Now, off you go to bed. God bless.
- [Dolly] Good night, Lily. - Good night.
- Anyone else have a song for us now? - Oh, Eileen, give us a song.
All right, so I don't have to listen to Chrissie Ahearn anymore.
♪ Well, there was an old woman And she lived in the woods ♪
♪ A weila weila waila ♪
♪ There was an old woman And she lived in the woods ♪
♪ Down by the River Saile ♪
[singing continues indistinctly]
[Dolly sobbing]
♪ She had a penknife long and sharp Down by the River Saile ♪
That's enough now, Eileen.
♪ Are you the woman who killed the child? A weila weila wail-- ♪
You can't sing that song here.
Do you not like it, Father?
[tense music playing]
Were you never a child? We used to skip to it.
You're in Lourdes now, Eileen.
Don't you dare lecture me, laddie.
Dragging people halfway around the world...
only to disappoint them when there's no miracles.
It's a con.
It's a sham.
You're a conman.
Come on, it's bedtime, Eileen. Come on.
Palling around with Chrissie Ahearn.
If you ladies forgive me, I'll--
I can't believe youse, Eileen, carrying on like a corner boy in Lourdes.
I'm sorry.
Sorry, Lily.
- Lily, I'm sorry. - It's all right. It's all right. Come on.
- Both of us, we're off to bed. - Sorry, Lily.
I just want to go home and be with my kids.
Come on. Come on, now.
Apologies, Father.
Why did you leave, never come back?
Leave?
I was banished, Eileen.
You were there. You remember.
And who told them about the pregnancy?
You were my best friend.
You were the only one I told.
Why didn't you give the baby to the nuns as you was told?
Come on, Eileen. Come on.
Don't start with me.
Pretending all these years it was an accident.
It was the guilt that killed Declan.
You killed him with the guilt.
[music turns dramatic]
[Lily] Apologies, Father.
It's okay.
[poignant music playing]
Poor woman.
With her condition at present, though, it's hardly surprising.
[indistinct chatter]
[crickets chirping]
I just can't live with what I done.
Dolly.
- Dolly, just breathe. - [sobbing]
Here. Come. Come sit.
I have to make a confession.
I'll get Father Dermot.
Oh, I don't think he'll come, after all that.
Well, I have to confess me sin.
What sin, Dolly?
I ruined him.
[Eileen] What did you do?
Did you smack him, Dolly? We all do that.
You get overwhelmed.
No.
The trauma in the womb...
what I done on him.
What did you do?
I tried to miscarry him.
[Eileen scoffs]
That's old wives' tales, Dolly.
None of them work.
Between ourselves, I threw meself down the stairs
more times than I had hot dinners.
Thank God, they came out the same way.
What one did you do, Dolly?
I...
- I can't-- - Oh, it's best to get it off your chest.
You'll see yourself, it's probably nothing.
Now, how did you try?
- Just leave her alone. - [sobs]
She doesn't want to say.
But I want to tell. I have to confess.
- No. No, you don't have to. - Guilt is killing her.
Now, Dolly, say.
Go on, Dolly, love.
I filled the bath with water.
Dolly, don't tell them.
You can tell us, Dolly.
You filled the bath up...
and then what happened?
It was freezing, just like today.
And then I got the whiskey.
Whiskey?
Five bottles.
Five bottles?
You could've killed yourself, drinking five bottles of whiskey.
I didn't drink them.
What did you do with them, then?
I poured them in the bath.
What would you do that for?
You know why. I sat in it, to make it pass.
That's how I know I done it to him.
You didn't do anything, Dolly.
Sure-- I mean, he--
He's perfect, Daniel.
You didn't do anything, Dolly.
Has to be boiling water.
How do you know, Chrissie?
Because when I made it to Boston...
my landlady...
she knew.
She knew I was sick every day.
I think she was used to girls like me.
She told me I couldn't stay, and she gave me a name and an address...
so I went just a few blocks away...
and this woman...
she gave me pills.
She gave me something to drink.
She did what she had to do...
and then...
she put me in a bathtub.
The water has to be boiling.
Chrissie.
[gasps] Oh. Thank you.
Chrissie?
Hmm?
Would you take me to the baths in the morning?
Would you?
[river susurrating]
[church bells ringing]
[nuns praying in French]
Eileen was only doing what she thought was best for you.
Same as your ma and me.
Declan told us you were...
You were leaving.
He... God, he loved you, Chrissie.
He wanted to marry you...
have the baby with you.
I should never have meddled.
It's bec-- It's because of me he's dead.
- Oh, Lily. - No, no.
We lied to him.
Yeah, we were ashamed.
We lied.
I lied.
I told him...
you were going to America to find a better life...
and that you're done with him.
And it destroyed him.
I destroyed him, as sure as I gave him life.
[poignant music playing]
I'm old, Chrissie.
I'll be dying soon enough.
If it's as cold as...
Eileen says it is, it'll be very soon.
- But I-- I couldn't go... - We're ready for you now, madame.
...without trying to tell you.
- [water splashes] - Oh!
[grunts]
[music fades]
[nuns speaking in French]
[Lily] Thank you.
Oh. [Groaning]
I was hoping she might come to me.
Who? The Virgin Mary?
No. No, your mother, Maureen.
I was hoping she might tell me what to expect, you know, when I--
When I got up there.
If I get there.
I don't suppose I deserve that.
I mean, I...
I haven't believed, you know, not properly.
Not since Declan, you know, but I--
I didn't have the heart to say that to your mother.
No.
Well...
you wouldn't have wanted to take that away from her.
She loved it.
All the hocus pocus.
Well, there's always hope, isn't there?
Um, even when you don't completely believe.
Peace.
That's what I hope for.
Peace.
I'm glad you came home, Chrissie.
Your mother would have been so proud.
I've-- I've no right to ask you this, but can you ever forgive me?
Thank you.
Thank you, Chrissie.
[indistinct chatter]
I'm sorry about last night, Father.
I don't take it back.
Your, uh...? What do you call it?
I gather the baths didn't help?
You don't come to Lourdes for a miracle, Eileen.
You come for the strength to go on when there is no miracle.
[Eileen] Hm.
[church bells tolling distantly]
[Dolly] Very good, Daniel. I've got this book we can read.
I loved you.
I loved you, and you left.
So I hated you.
I didn't mean to...
but I did.
But I never hated you...
more than I loved you.
And that is what the gods are punishing me for.
The hate.
Punishing you?
I have a lump in me breast.
Here.
And there'll be no miracle for me.
What does the doctor say?
Have you been to a doctor?
Why can't people like us have miracles?
Why can't I have a miracle?
I go to Mass.
- I come to Lourdes. - We'll go together.
To the doctor. We'll find you the best one.
I'll go with you.
- Does it hurt? - Yeah.
- And that's bad, isn't it? - No.
That's-- That's hopeful.
Are you losing weight?
Does it look like I've lost weight, you cow?
Well, that is a very, very good sign.
[hopeful music playing]
- [indistinct chatter] - [music fades]
Dolly?
George told me that if I went to Lourdes, I shouldn't bother coming back.
I'm sure he didn't mean it.
Okay. I'm game. Come on.
Wish me luck.
[tender, hopeful music playing]
[Rosie] Ma.
Hello. Hello.
Hi. I missed you.
It was terrible quiet without you.
And I missed you.
Hey, son.
Did you enjoy yourself?
Let me see.
Ain't that something?
- [Eileen] Ah, love. Love, love, love. - I missed you.
Who is this little man?
- So good to see you. - [Patrick] Hi.
[Eileen] Hello.
Oh, darling, darling. Look at you. Look at you.
Hey.
Oh, let a man at that, would you?
Frank, what have you done now?
Oh, I'm just trying to make you happy.
Happy? What do you mean, happy?
Happy.
[both laugh]
Great to have you back.
Ah.
I think I had me a miracle.
What?
I actually missed you.
Aw.
Oh! Tommy.
[Tommy chuckles]
You're still alive.
Just about. Thought I'd hang around.
- Wanted to see your face. - Oh, bless you, Tom.
Bless you.
You look different.
You too.
[Rosie babbles]
[laughs]
- [George] Where's Rosie? - [Dolly] Where'd she go?
[George] Where'd she--? There she is. There's Rosie.
- Where'd she go? There's Rosie. - Home.
I'm just gonna go and see, you know?
I know. I know.
Thank you. See you.
I want to show you something.
Will you come with me? It's not that far.
[tender, hopeful music continues]
[seagulls cawing]
- [girl] Hey, I'm gonna get you! - [boy] No, you're not!
[boy laughs]
[music turns poignant]
[music turns uplifting]
[music fades]
[lilting, pensive music playing]
[music stops]
[enchanting music playing]