Quirke (2013–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Christine Falls - full transcript

Quirke, a pathologist in 1950s Dublin, is perturbed when his strait-laced adoptive brother Malachy, an obstetrician, appears to be tampering with evidence relating to the recently deceased Christine Falls. Officially she died of an embolism but Malachy admits that she died giving birth to a still-born child and evidence was changed to spare her reputation. Soon afterwards Dolly Moran, a friend of Christine who told Quirke she has information about the baby's father is murdered and a child brought from Ireland to Boston, Massachusetts, is adopted by Claire and Andy Stafford. Quirke discovers that Dolly was part of a chain who took illegitimate children to America and is savagely beaten up for his pains. At the request of Malachy's wife Sarah Quirke takes her wayward daughter Phoebe to Boston to stay with her grandfather, dying Irish industrialist Josh Crawford and here he learns that Josh is instrumental in bringing illegitimate Irish babies to America. When Josh dies Sarah, Malachy and Quirke's adoptive father Garret, a judge, attend the funeral, where Quirke finally uncovers the truth about Christine's baby as well as having to admit to Phoebe another family secret.

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MAN: So, ladies and gentlemen, to

who's leaving the hospital to go to

Well, Boston's gain is Dublin's

And good luck to you, Brenda.

(Crowd cheer)

(Footsteps approach)


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.


Christine Falls.

It's late, Quirke

you should go home.

, yl 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, Mal.

(Gentle music plays)

> Doctor Quirke?!


I've always wanted to do that!


Good luck, Brenda.

(She gasps)

(Theme music plays)

(Church bells ring)

Morning, Sinclair.

Doctor Quirke.


Did you do Christine Falls this


Falls, Christine. Young, blonde.

She was here last night and now she's

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.


(Footsteps approaching)

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.

(He chuckles)

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.

(Doorbell rings)

It's okay, Maggie.

Garret, come in!

I'm first again!


I'm always too early.

You have time to chat before the
others come.

Good evening, Father.

And eh... congratulations.

(Indistinct chatter)

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

think of your father's reputation.

(He scoffs)

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.


You all loved it when you lived

Jaysus Christ if it isn't Doctor

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,

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

We're just going, Brendan.

All the best.

And now he's after been made Papal Count!
If Count's the right word exactly.

(All chatting)

(She laughs)

Phoebe where have you been?

Your father has been...



I'm just bringing the black sheep

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

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?


She looks as if she's had a couple

Is this true?

Ah it's my fault, Mal. I took her to

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,

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

Was she your patient, Mal?

Don't you think you've caused enough

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

Well, I suppose whoever it was, must
have done it out of delicacy

to preserve the poor girl's


I don't want anything.

It's about Christine Falls, Ms Moran.

(Radio playing)

(Switches radio off)

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

Oh, it was terrible.

Something went wrong.

She was bleeding, the sheets were

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

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

Is she alive?

Did she live?


here's my card.

You can telephone me any time you

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

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.


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.


(Church bells ring)

(Door closes)

(Door opens)

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.

(Baby cries)

And this must be the baby?


Little Christine we call her.


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

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 you go ahead.

(Radio plays)

Evening, Dolly.

(Door bangs shut)

Nasty business tonight,
Doctor Quirke?

(Footsteps on stairs)

Doctor Quirke, is it yourself now?

Fine bit of work for us both here.

Oh, God!

(Camera flashes)

Are you alright, Doctor Quirke?

(Whispers) 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

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

If you would, thank you.


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?


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

She didn't say.

What did she die of, this girl?

Pulmonary embolism. Oh.

How old was she?


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?


Good luck.


What are you doing here?

You don't believe in all this, do

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

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

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!

(Thunder rumbles)

(Indistinct chatter)

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

There's this girl called Christine

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


Fine set of acquaintances my son

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

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

Oh no, no, no.

No, that's not Mal. That's not Mal.

There must be an innocent

I'll have a word with him.

I'll tell him he's been a bloody

I'm glad you told me this.

You did the right thing.

You're always a good boy.

In spite of appearances to the


Oh God! Phoebe!

(She laughs)

Come in.

I'm all wet.

(She giggles)

I've been to a party.

I'm a bit drunk. Really(!)

Okay, 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.


Are you upset?

Not as much as I though I might be.

Were you... involved... deeply with

Do you mean were we having sex?

Anticipating marriage, as the nuns

No, we weren't.

I've been saving that for you,

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?


You're so mean to me, Quirke.

(Church bells ringing)

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

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.


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.


Come along.

This is the heart of Saint

and our pride and joy.

And here is your new little


May I? Please.


So, Christine, how do you like your
new home?

She said she likes it very much

Well isn't that fine and dandy?

You know what Mrs Stafford?

(Baby fusses)

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.




That's my girl.

Come on.

She don't need to see this.

(Church bells ring)

Morning, Doctor Quirke.

Just passing, thought I might catch

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.

(He scoffs)
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

I've never heard the name Dolly

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

Would you rather we sent them home
to be raped by their fathers?

Thank you for your time, Sister.

(Dials telephone)

(Indistinct chatter)


(Whispers) 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

that's a good one, and her here every
second week collectin' 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

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.


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

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

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

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.


(Slurring) Good night, Dave.
Good night, Doctor Quirke.

Evening, Captain.


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,

(Slurs) 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

You could catch a cold.

He could catch his death, couldn't

And we wouldn't want that.

To be frank...

I wouldn't care that much.

(Groans in pain)

Hold on, Captain.

We'll give you a hand.



(Footsteps retreat)

(Music playing inside)

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

Well the good news is I heard
there'll be a free bar.

Oh, the basket!


> What a lovely baby.
Can I have a peek?

Oh, sure.

Little Christine we call her.

That's nice.

Are you coming? Yeah.

(Band playing)

(Lively chatter)

♪ Put on your shoes and dance for me.

♪ Grab your partner let me see you

♪ tonight we're gonna have real good
time. ♪

(Crowd applause)

OVER MIC: Your attention, please for
our host, Mr Josh Crawford!

(Crowd applause)

(Baby cries)


(Weakly) 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!


(Music continues)

(Baby cries)


(Baby continues crying)

I'm gonna get another beer.

Hey, McCoy?


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?

(All shouting)



(Baby cries loudly) Sshh!

(He groans)

(Baby cries)

(Baby continues crying)

(Baby crying loudly)


(Muffled crying)

(Ominous music)

(She gasps)

(Echoing voice)
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

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

Sister Stephanus?

I've spoken to Mr Crawford about our

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.


Wouldn't Mal just love that?

Me lying around his house all day while
he's out busy delivering babies.

(She laughs)

(Waves crashing)

No, I'll be fine.

Thanks anyway.

I'll take it slowly.

(She sighs)

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

I don't know what's the matter with

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.

I was thinking the same thing myself.

So will you tell her?


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

I'm not sulking.

Well, you're different.

Does your head still hurt? Mm.

(Door opens)

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

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?


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

Hello, Josh.

So you've come to watch me die, have

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 at door)

Knock, knock!

Aw... aw here she is.

My favourite granddaughter!

Look at you!


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.

(Glass tinkles)

This isn't right.

(Voice whispering) "Oh, Quirke
you're such a silly old bear!"

"You think you want Sarah but you

"Come on, Quirke. Show me what you
can do."


(She gasps)

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


You won't tell anyone?

They don't like the staff to use the

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

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?


Did you think it might be Doctor

You mustn't ask me that.

I've got to go.




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.

(She laughs)

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

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?


(Clears throat)


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?

English. Oh.

Okay. Let's rock and roll.

(Tyres squeal, car horn beeps)


(Tyres squeal, brakes screech)

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

(Priest says Last Rites in Latin)

(Laboured breathing)

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

you can't even look after
yourself, can you?

Mrs Crawford, I think you should


It was good to see you, Rose.

Even though it's such a sad

I guess you could say we did him
proud. Ah, yeah indeed.

He was a great man and a dear

I know about the child, Mal.

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.


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

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

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.


I'll do it now.


(Opens and closes door)

Yours and Delia's?

What do you mean?

Delia died.

She died having you, Phoebe.

It was an awful time for us, we were

and I was hitting the bottle pretty

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

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!




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

Don't blame Quirke, I made him do

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

(Hushed chatting)

(Car door closes)

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.


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

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?


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,

He didn't mean to do it.

I know he didn't... it was an

Didn't mean to do what, Claire?

He was trying to make her stop

he hated it when she cried.

He just shook her, that's all.

I came in,


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.

(Whispers) 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.


Hey, come on let me in.

Get off! Hey!

(She gasps)

You'll be sorry.

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

Let me out! Hey!

(Brakes screech)

What are you doing, come on!

Let me out or I'll jump!
No you won't.

(Car horn beeps)

(Brakes screech loudly)

(Loud crash)

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,

I don't care if the Pope is there,
I want to see that grave.

The baby is yours.


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

That girl was young enough to be your

young enough to be your

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

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

Some people are not meant to have

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

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

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.


I'm sorry.


You all lied to me.

All of you.

And you were the worst.

Couldn't you see, I was in love with


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.


I've a position in this city.

Are you meddling again?

If I do it... you may never, ever
judge me again.

Is somebody there?