From the raw Australia of the 1900s
comes a turbulent saga that spans the decades
in Colleen McCullough's best selling novel:
The Thorn Birds.
I'll never have what I want.
The story of a priest driven by ambition.
Never be what I want!
Tormented by desire.
And I don't know how to stop
wanting.
Hello, I'm Father de Bricassart. You'd be Mary Carson's brother?
That's right, Father.
From the moment he saw her, he knew
And who are you? I'm Meggie.
he would love her forever.
I give you Mary Carson.
The richest woman in Australia, and the loneliest.
Shoot them, Frank.
You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen, Ralph de Bricassart.
I thought it was my soul you were after, Mary.
Why do you tug so at my heart? Why do you fill that space
God can't fill?
When you were a little girl, you were like my own child to me.
I could have you then. You can have me now.
You can marry me.
I have chosen to destroy you, Priest.
I'll go to hell for it, of course
but it'll be nothing to the hell I'm planning for you.
In the years that followed, no one could stir Meggie's heart:
No one till a rover named Luke O'Neill.
God, you are beautiful.
Marry me, Meghann.
The story that travels around the world
from the Vatican to the Australian outback.
From the islands of Greece to London.
I've tried so hard to get her out of my heart.
The saga that spans half a century
echoing through three generations.
Starring Richard Kiley, Jean Simmons, Ken Howard, Mare Winningham
Philip Anglim, Christopher Plummer, Bryan Brown, Barbara Stanwyck
Rachel Ward, and Richard Chamberlain.
A love unattainable
forbidden forever:The Thorn Birds.
Good day, Father de Bricassart.
Happy Christmas to you. The same to you, Mrs. Smith.
Why is it the roses here on Drogheda are always the loveliest to be found?
Aren't they heavenly?
But it's the heat that makes them bloom, so makes me wilt.
But nothing is given without a disadvantage in it.
True enough, Father, true enough. I'll lay things out for Mass.
Amen.
Happy Christmas, Mrs. Carson.
How many times do I have to tell you my name is Mary?
And yet you never call me Ralph. All right, Ralph. Happy Christmas.
It's very kind of you to spend it with a lonely old woman.
Hardly that. On the contrary, it is very kind of you to invite
a lonely priest and fellow Irishman. That's right.
This is your first Christmas in exile, isn't it?
Exile?
It's my first year in Australia. That's not what I mean, and you know it.
Six months now, and I still haven't figured out
why the Church banished you out here to the land of Never-Never.
What sin did you commit? What priestly vow did you break?
Poverty? Obedience?
Perhaps chastity?
You're quite sure I have been banished?
Of course. Look at you. You're aristocratic, witty, ambitious
despite that facade of humility.
And God knows you have a subtle mind.
You're the stuff cardinals are made of.
And you would look magnificent in red.
So you've said before, so you say each time I visit here.
And you're going to say, But my dear Mrs. Carson, I am a priest.
Surely I can do God's work here
as well as in the seats of ecclesiastical power.
Sometimes, I think you know me better than I know myself.
I'm certain of that, too.
All right, now.
Ready.
Go!
Come on!
Come on! You can do it.
Ralph won!
Good on you, Father Ralph. Bravo, Father.
Well done, Father de Bricassart. How do you like him?
He's beautiful. Good! He's yours. Happy Christmas.
Thank you.
I'll take pleasure in riding him whenever I'm here
but I can't accept him as a gift.
Why not? You accepted the car I gave you.
Because it allows me to get around and see my parishioners more often.
A fine distinction.
You'll accept my gifts only if some holy use can be made of them.
It wasn't poverty. I beg your pardon?
The vow you broke that got you banished.
It must have been chastity, yes?
All right, my Christmas gift to you:
I insulted a Bishop. A matter of local church policy.
You broke your vow of obedience.
That was ambitious of you. There's some comfort in the fact
that the Pope himself later came out in favor of my views in the matter.
Has he, now? And he hasn't rescued you?
My dear Mrs. Carson, priests are expendable, bishops aren't.
And it's not so terrible a banishment.
I have you to remind me of the existence of civilization
and I have Drogheda. Yes.
You would like that, wouldn't you? You'd like to have my Drogheda.
Would I? Yes, you would.
If you could charm me into leaving Drogheda to the Church
His Holiness would have to rescue you, reward you
maybe even give you that beautiful red cardinal's robe some day.
A masterful plan. But my dear Mrs. Carson
I'm a priest. Surely I can serve God as well here
as in the seats of ecclesiastical power.
And how you'd hate it.
Still, I have to give Drogheda to someone someday, don't I?
That's worth thinking about.
Mrs. Smith, I must go.
Please give my thanks to Mrs. Carson for a delightful day.
That will be all, thank you. You're not leaving so soon.
It's late and a long way back to the parish.
I hope I didn't say anything this afternoon to upset you.
I mean, all that talk about inheriting Drogheda.
You didn't upset me in the least. Good.
Have you thought about it? About what, Mrs. Carson?
About charming me out of Drogheda
because I didn't say I couldn't be charmed, did I?
Mrs. Carson.
What is it you want from me?
Why
only your spiritual guidance of course, Father.
You see, I have a decision to make
and you're the only one that can help me with it.
I'll do what I can. It's about my brother.
Your brother?
I thought you once said you had no family left.
I have a brother. I haven't seen him in years.
He lives in New Zealand.
We both left Ireland to make our fortunes
but Paddy hasn't fared too well.
He's an experienced man with the land, however
and he has a house full of sons.
I'm thinking of bringing him here and making him my
head stockman.
I wonder you didn't think of it sooner.
I did. I've just been waiting, shall we say
to see what might develop.
It would be a comfort to know I would be helping Paddy
to know I'm not all alone in this world
not quite reduced to leaving all my pretty pennies to the Church.
It's a most generous gift, Mary. No. Never a gift.
No, whoever inherits Drogheda
earns it.
Thank you, Father.
Good night, Mrs. Carson.
Father, it's time you were off.
All right, Annie.
I'll be right there.
It'll be nice for Mrs. Carson, having her brother's family.
I must see you about the chalk supply.
Chalk? Three boxes are missing.
I'll look into it.
In Father Wattey's time, Father
we took a much closer account of such things.
Hello, I'm Father de Bricassart. Sorry I'm late.
You'd be Mary Carson's brother?
That's right, Father. Paddy Cleary. This is my wife Fiona.
Mrs. Cleary.
I'll be taking you on to Drogheda.
I know you've had a very difficult journey.
You're very kind.
These are my boys, Father. This is Bob. Hello, Bob.
Jack, and Stuie here.
Take off your hat, son. And Frank.
And who are you? I'm Meggie.
Are we going to live here?
Not exactly. I'll show you your house later, Meggie.
Meggie?
Yes, this is Meggie.
Mary, we have no words to thank you for your kindness in bringing us here.
When you're as old as I am, and as rich
the vultures start to circle.
You're my only flesh and blood, Paddy.
I don't have any sons, and Michael's been dead for over 30 years.
A long time to be alone.
I wonder you've never married again. Marry again?
And give some man control over me and all I have?
No, that's not what I call living.
No. As long as I am alive, Drogheda is mine
and only mine.
It's well to remember that. Of course, Mary.
Let's have Mass right away, and then I'm sure
we'd all enjoy a nice, hot meal at your table.
Sounds very nice indeed, Father.
125 ·000 sheep. 1 ·000 head of cattle
and more fence than you can ride in a month.
The round of work is endless
but Drogheda is the biggest in all of New South Wales, and the best.
I've seen to that.
All I can say is, it looks like heaven to me.
If your idea of heaven is hard work, you're right.
But we Clearys know about hard work, don't we, sister?
Not that it got us very far back in Ireland.
I don't want you just to lead the men. I want you to work with them
and to keep on working long after they've quit.
When things go wrong, you take the blame.
When they go right, don't expect any credit.
And I'll give you a free hand with the land
just as long as you keep Drogheda the biggest and the best.
Well, Mr. Gough
the gold is holding well and I think the investment looks sound.
But you're my lawyer.
The steel is still down since the war
but nothing to worry about.
As we discussed, Carson Limited is doing well with your expansion plans.
Meaning I'm still one of the richest women in Australia.
If not the richest.
Has your brother any idea of all this? No. No one has.
And that's the way I want it kept until the day I die. Do you understand?
Of course.
It would be amusing to know what people would say
if they knew Drogheda was only a hobby with me.
Hello, Father. Fee.
You're fighting a losing battle.
There are three things you can't defeat in the outback:
the dust, the heat, and the flies.
You're certainly not like New Zealand priests.
They keep very much to themselves.
You're not a Catholic, are you?
When I lost faith in my own church
I saw no reason to espouse a creed equally meaningless to me.
But Paddy's a Catholic
and we are rearing the children Catholic, if it's worrying you.
It isn't. And I won't try to convert you.
But I would like to be your friend. You're very kind to us.
I like to know my parishioners, so I make the rounds of all stations
but I must confess to a special weakness for Drogheda.
Perhaps it's my Irish blood. Irish?
I thought you were French background.
No, de Bricassart is an old Norman name, but I'm Irish all right.
And the last of the de Bricassart line. I was born in County Meath
just a stone's throw from the town of Drogheda.
Call it fate.
Bye, Meggie. Wish you could go. Have fun, Stuie!
Poor little Meggie.
It must be hard being the only girl.
But I've been blessed with sons, these and two I've buried.
It's her sons a mother thinks of, isn't it?
Meggie, don't dawdle. You've got the chickens to feed.
Father Ralph! Excuse me.
Hello, Meghann Cleary.
Let's feed those cookies.
Yes, but there's something I must show you first.
Come on.
What is it?
Isn't it beautiful, Father?
Yes, I suppose it is.
Do you suppose that God is really all around us all the time?
What makes you ask me that, my little girl?
Because if he is, I think he must be here
don't you?
God is in his wool room. All is right with the world.
And why not? He did choose a stable once.
Come on, Ralph. That's a bit precious.
Except why not make this the epicenter of the papal map
and then you could be cardinal after all.
What would that make you? Surely not the Pope?
No, that's too dull. Satan, perhaps.
That's more interesting. And more powerful.
Every heaven needs one, just to stay in business.
You argue like a Jesuit.
Isn't it true? Without Satan, there's no struggle.
And it's the struggle that keeps us alive.
No. What keeps us alive is the point of that struggle:
The hope of attaining perfection.
If by perfection, you mean heaven
But you have to die to get there, don't you?
Sometimes, I think you're after my soul.
I am
unless it's already been taken.
Meggie, fetch the milk, will you? Yes, Mom.
Fiona, you are hopelessly old-fashioned.
If you don't raise your hemlines and stop wearing all those petticoats
you're going to die in this heat.
Where did you get this furniture and this spinet?
The furniture was my grandmother's.
She taught me how to play.
What was your maiden name?
My father's name was Roderick Armstrong.
My dear Fiona
the Armstrong’s are practically New Zealand's first family.
You have come down in the world, haven't you?
I don't think so.
You're better born than we Clearys, if I do say so.
The only thing I had going for me when I came to Australia
was a face, figure, more brains than any woman's supposed to have.
But it got me Michael Carson.
You've done very well, Mary.
He doted on me till the day he died.
You ought to know what it is to have the love of a good man.
Michael was rich, but he was a bit of a fool.
Paddy's not a fool. No, but he's penniless.
Can you really have loved him enough to give up your place in society?
My reasons for what I do are my own.
I do not discuss them.
Can I help, Frank?
Not likely. These beasts would gobble you up
right along with this kangaroo meat.
Stop it, you bloody beasts!
Stop it!
Shoot them, Frank! Shoot them?
Don't worry.
What's the trouble here?
Daddy, Aunt Mary says the dogs have got to be shot.
All right, darling.
You go on about your work. Yes, Daddy.
Get the gun.
I am not going to shoot those dogs. They were just fighting a little.
Just fighting?
Today, those two fight. Tomorrow, they all turn wild.
We'll have a paddock full of sheep with their throats torn out.
There's no room here for anything wild, Frank.
Those dogs are here to work and to obey.
Just like me, right?
That's all I do around here, work and obey.
That's right.
And as long as I'm your father, that's what you will do.
Now get the gun.
Yes, Daddy.
Hello, Meggie.
Now don't you go telling her majesty I fired up this engine.
It's only to be used at shearing time.
Pete!
I thought you boys wanted to learn shearing.
If you're not a fine pair of jackaroos!
Never saw a machine shears
and here you'll be cockies of the whole place one day.
That steam engine runs it?
It runs the shears, turns the grinding wheel
works the wool dumper, and it'll boil the Billy for your tea.
I bet I could even beat Daddy with these.
Nobody can beat Daddy.
He was the fastest man with the hand shears in all Wahine, New Zealand.
Aren't you to be fetching the milk?
I never was a gun shearer myself but I can teach you right enough.
I brought a few sheep in to practice on.
Get out here, you brainless dummy!
You're about to be made an example of!
Bob, get yourself a sheep.
The fastest bladesman I ever saw
was old Hee Sing, a Chinaman.
He could ring any shed in the country, could old Hee Sing.
Get in there.
Finished.
What do you think, Pete?
Bob, I'd say you're a champion shearer
Thanks, Pete!
In the making.
All right, Stuie. Now just walk right straight toward him.
Slowly.
That's it. Look him right straight in the eye.
That's No, don't look at me. Look at him.
Why do you think I sent you in there?
That's it.
Lay off, will you? The poor kid's only 11.
Go on, Stu.
God You stay out of this.
No son of mine is gonna be scared of any animal in this place.
That's it, Stu. Go ahead.
You think that's funny? Stop it! Frank!
Get back to work, all of you.
You pull a trick like that again, and I'll take a stock whip to you.
Will you, now? Come on, then.
Come on then, now's your chance.
You've fought and scrapped and acted like a savage your whole life.
I'll not have it anymore, not here.
Now get back to work.
Hello, Meggie. I've been looking for you.
What's wrong? Nothing.
I never get to do anything.
The boys got to ride all the way out to the far paddock with Pete.
They won't even let me on a horse.
Maybe your mom doesn't think it's safe for you.
She doesn't even know I'm alive.
She doesn't care about anyone except Frank.
But I'll tell you one thing, Father.
When I'm grown up, I'm never gonna love one of my children more than the others.
Here, let me help you. What are you doing, anyway?
Cleaning out this drain so we can get water to the sheep.
You really ought to be in a school.
Wouldn't you like that?
Yes. But they need me to help.
Anyway, I guess I don't need school just to live here on Drogheda.
But you do.
When your family inherits Drogheda, you'll be a proper young lady.
You need to be prepared for that.
Who knows. You might not even want to spend your life here.
Because big as Drogheda is, it's only a tiny corner of the world.
There's so much else out there
so many other lives you might choose
so many opportunities for you.
Do you ever wish that you could go out and see the world?
I'm a priest, wee Meggie. I must go where the Church sends me.
Let's see if this works.
We did it.
Come on.
I'll take you back to the house.
There are some things I want to talk to your Aunt Mary about.
I sometimes wonder that we trouble building and mending fences.
The rabbits tunnel under them
the kangas jump over them, the wild pigs charge right through them.
Look at this hellish wasteland. A man would wonder anything could live.
It's not like home.
Home was just as green as anything.
You'll see a bit of green when the rains come
if they come.
No, it's sheep that have turned this land into desert
and man.
I'd say that rabbit's as safe as houses at this rate.
This is life. Good God, boy!
I'll tell you what life is.
Life is what you just poured into the ground.
Sorry, Pete. You'll learn.
You must know, no matter how much you love the outback
she'll find a dozen ways to kill you before sundown.
What is it, boy?
What are you smelling now?
What is that thing? Jack, hold that dog.
It's a wild pig, a boar.
Let's get him. No.
Stuart, get down from there!
I want to shoot at him. No.
He's too far away.
If you shoot at a wild boar, believe me, you'd better kill him
or he'll kill you.
Damn!
Come on, lads. But
Stuie, no!
Thanks, twerp.
What's my best girl been up to today? It was so nice, Frank.
Father Ralph came to see me.
Meggie, he came to see everyone. Set the table.
Yes, Mom.
Here, Mom, let me. It's all right, son.
You know how Daddy feels about you boys doing women's work.
I want you to get along with Paddy a little better.
Hello, Paddy. Boys not with you?
They're out with Pete.
Should've been in by now.
That smells good, Mother.
Frank, I'm about finished classing the ewes.
Tomorrow you're to start for the far paddocks
and begin mustering the rams for breeding.
All right. If you think I can handle it.
I don't know if you can handle it or not.
But the man you were skincracking to fight today has quit!
So you can do his work for him.
Best put him up plenty
of tucker and a good bedroll, he'll be out a while.
Never mind, Mom, I'll do it. You've got enough to do already.
What's that supposed to mean? Look at her.
She's so tired, now she can't even see straight.
You may think you can treat us like slaves, but not her!
She's not some ignorant clodhopping yokel.
Like me? Go on, say it.
Your mother might as well see how much respect you've got for me.
I'm sorry, Daddy.
Daddy, wait till you hear
Stuie shot a boar! A boar?
He was huge, the ugliest devil you ever saw. He killed the dog.
Stuie just stepped up as nice as you please and
Bob, let Stuie tell it. I can't believe it.
We were farmers, you know, back in Galway.
One day, my dad told me to fetch a breeding bull from the next farm up.
We were too poor to have one of our own.
I tried, but that old bull was a killer.
I had to come back without him.
My dad called me a good-for-nothing coward.
He said he'd show me how to fetch a bull.
I felt so bad, I sat down and cried.
After a while, I looked up
and here come my dad down the lane.
He had a rope in his hand all right, but there was no bull at the end of it.
He just walked right on by me. Never said a word at all.
But he never called me a coward again after that.
For thy bounty which we are about to receive
for the beauty of earth and sky
and for the blessings of the children thou hast given us, Lord
let us be truly grateful.
Amen.
You're a beautiful woman, Fee.
Paddy, I
Mary thought I might be more comfortable in lighter clothes.
You told her about the baby, then? No.
Isn't Stuie something, though?
Whatever you said to him made him so happy.
Well, that's one, anyway.
I'm sorry I lost my temper again with Frank.
No, he was very wrong.
There's just something about him I don't understand. Something
wild.
But what he said about how hard you have to work
it's true.
I know this is still not the life you should have, but
someday. Don't talk someday, Paddy.
You've given me as much as any woman could possibly hope for.
What are we going to name this baby, anyway?
It smells like eggs again. It's the brimstone.
Father Ralph says hell must be like this.
Twerp.
What are you doing out of bed?
You shouldn't be. You'll be leaving early in the morning.
It's too hot to sleep.
What is it?
You've been moping around all week.
I don't want to go away to school and leave you.
Silly goose.
Gillanbone's only 40 miles away.
Father Ralph will be there. Yes, that's so.
I'll miss you.
And Mom really needs me here to help.
Sit up for a minute and listen to me.
They always preached to us to work together for the good of us all.
How we must never think of ourselves first.
You've got to think of yourself because they never will.
Yes, they do.
It was Daddy who said I could go to school.
Because Father Ralph insisted.
He fixed it so Aunt Mary would pay for you, the tight-fisted old witch.
I want you to go
do you hear?
I want you to go.
Run along, boys.
Poor Meggie. Such a hard time fitting in.
How's our little project coming? Almost finished. Excuse me.
Hold your hands out, please.
Your hands, Meghann Cleary.
We're still biting them, are we?
Yes, Sister.
All right.
Turn them over.
That will do, Sister. Thank you.
Come along, Meggie.
I'm sorry, Father.
Are you going to send me back to Drogheda?
That's up to you.
Do you want to go back? No. I love school
and being here with you.
But Sister Agatha
I think she understands a little better now, don't you?
The convent isn't really a very homey place for you.
In fact
Annie and I have been thinking that
what you need is your very own, special place
here, with us.
Would you like that? Could I? Honest?
Come on.
Why do you tug so at my heart?
Why do you fill that space God can't fill?
Frank.
I thought you could use some company.
Your mother says you've been alone out here for weeks.
Not long enough.
How's Meggie?
She's doing beautifully in school. She sends her love.
We've got to get this lot in.
The monsoons are coming.
Why did you become a priest?
Because I love God.
And I want to help others feel his love.
Why do you ask me?
Because you don't act much like a priest to me.
Being out here gives me
an escape from my priestly duties at the parish.
I need that, I'm afraid.
I can understand that, right enough.
Stuck out here in this
hellish place.
No picnic, is it? No, it's not.
The Church has such power, Frank.
Or rather, God has, working through the Church.
The power to shape the lives of millions of people
to change the whole course of history.
And I want to be a part of that.
I try to hold the thought that even out here
I do share in that power
but sometimes I find it very difficult.
Then why don't you escape?
Why do you put up with it, a man like you?
You could be anything that you wanted to be.
Yet I'd give up every ambition
every desire in me, to be the perfect priest.
The perfect priest. How can I explain?
I'm a vessel
and sometimes I'm filled with God.
If I were a better priest
there would be no periods of emptiness, no need to escape.
I would always be filled with God.
That, to me, would be perfection.
Nobody can be that perfect
not even you. Perhaps me least of all.
I haven't found it easy, anyway, to keep my vows
to forgo the love of a woman or of money
or to be obedient.
That's been the hardest for me, obedience.
But I've learned to obey.
This place has taught me that.
Maybe I should become a priest.
I'd qualify all right.
No woman, no money, and
oh, do I obey.
Yes, Daddy. No, Daddy. Quite all right, Daddy.
Why do you put up with it?
Because I can't get away from him.
But you're 22 now. He can't hold you anymore.
He'll hold me till I die.
No, Frank. You're a man
and past the age when another man can hold you.
If you're held, it's by something else
or someone else.
Mom.
It's so beautiful.
I've been so worried about you.
Out there for weeks in this storm.
God.
He's got you pregnant again.
He just can't leave you alone, can he?
This is no different from the way you came into the world.
It deserves the same respect. Respect?
When he paws at you like a dirty old goat that he is?
He is my husband!
When you insult him, you insult me.
I'm not the Blessed Virgin.
I'm not pure, untainted, and holy.
I'll end up killing him. Then you'll kill me as well.
No!
I'll free you!
I can never be free.
I don't want to be free.
God.
Mother.
Look at yourself!
Look at your life. The waste!
You don't belong with him!
Son, you're a man now.
You've got to stop thinking about me so much.
You need a wife.
It's time.
Father, you're a sight! I should've come around back.
It's quite all right. Leave your things here. I'll collect them later.
Thank you, Mrs. Smith.
You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen, Ralph de Bricassart.
But, of course, you already know that.
Curious how you view us mortals with contempt
for admiring that beauty.
And yet you would use it without compunction
to get whatever you wanted, wouldn't you?
I thought it was my soul you were after. It is.
Because at my age, officially
I'm supposed to be beyond the drives of my body.
And one mustn't expect miracles
even from you.
How many women have loved you? Besides your mother?
Did she love me?
I don't know.
She ended up hating me.
Because you didn't need her.
Because I needed God more.
Interesting.
And now
Now you can't need any woman
can you, Cardinal de Bricassart?
Father, I'm so glad you're back.
Father, what's wrong?
I'll never have what I want!
Never be what I want!
And I don't know how to stop
wanting!
It's all right, Meggie.
It's all right.
It's just that sometimes, God's lessons are very hard for me.
Like Sister Ag and her ruler.
Yes.
Come on.
It's cold in here.
Good day.
You'll spoil your dinner. No, thank you. Not for me.
Let's see if we can find your family.
Come over here.
And now, ladies and gents, it's my pleasure to present
the Queen of the 1921 Gillanbone show: Miss Judy Sutton.
Good on you, Judy.
Bless my beads, it's the good Father.
Congratulations, Judy. How about a kiss for Miss Gilly?
Come on, give me something to confess on Sunday.
I mustn't make my best girl jealous, now, must I?
Around and around she goes
the Wheel of Fortune. Step right up.
Make way. Coming through.
All right. Have yourselves a good time
but stay out of the pub.
Thanks, Daddy. Let's go find Pete and unload the rams.
Here, son.
Daddy! Frank! Meggie, me love!
Hello. Look at you in your uniform.
Where's Stuie? Where's Mom?
With the baby due so soon, we thought Mom best not travel.
Stuie stayed home with her.
Come here. Stuie's been aching to see you.
Never mind. We'll buy him something nice with this money, all right?
Hello, Aunt Mary.
Father. Mary, you're looking splendid.
Will you be staying over?
I'd rather hoped you'd invite me to stay at the rectory.
You could stay in my room. Your room?
I thought you were at the convent. No.
Father Ralph gave me my very own room right next to his.
You're very welcome to stay.
My housekeeper will be happy to share her room with Meggie tonight.
No, thank you. I wouldn't want to disturb all your little
arrangements.
Nice bit of riding, Alastair.
Congratulations, that's a fine horse. Thank you, Mary.
Angus, this is my brother, Paddy Cleary.
Angus MacQueen and his son Alastair. How do you do, sir?
This is my aunt, Sarah MacQueen.
Mr. Cleary, ma'am. Hello.
Sarah, how is Melbourne these days?
I hardly know
I've been in Palm Beach most of the season.
And then, Hawaii. Of course, one longs for the Continent
but it's still impossibly depressing since the War.
Paddy, would you get me some more champagne, please.
Excuse me, ma'am.
Sorry, ma'am.
As it turned out, they were all six of them.
You look as though you could use a real drink.
Hello, Mr. Gough. None of that Mr. Gough stuff.
Harry to you. Well, Harry then.
I'm feeling a proper fool and that's the truth.
If Fee was here, she could hold her own with this lot, but I'm
Our squatters like to lay it on, don't they? Hoity-toity.
Helps them forget their grandfathers were burned in the hand
and sent here in prisoner ships. But you should get used to them.
You'll be leader of the whole flock one day.
Don't tell me.
Let's get cracking while the pub's still open. We close early these days.
I'd like to, but Mary wanted some Champagne for Mrs. Carson.
Be grateful we don't have Prohibition like the Yanks.
Here it is, gents, Jimmy Sharman's famous boxing troupe.
The world's greatest fighters.
Plus a purse to be had by any chap brave enough to have a go.
Look, they're in their drawers.
Come on, step right up. Five minutes before fight time!
Come on lads. Who'll take it for a fiver? Last chance.
Here we go! Five minutes left before the fight.
Come on lads. Who wants to win a five? Look at their size, you can do it.
I will. You will? Come right up!
Frank, no.
We have a taker. A brave lad. Come on, step up here, sir.
Here's a pair of gloves for you.
What are you laughing at? It's not the size of the dog in the fight
but the size of the fight in the dog. Is that right?
Come on, go right inside.
Come along, Meggie. No. I wanna stay.
I can't let you. Your father would flay me alive, and rightly. Come along.
I wanna stay with Frank!
Buy your lady some fish and chips and a glass of ale.
What do you have to lose? You work harder on the farm.
Come on, let's go.
This brave young lad is Frank Cleary.
Break!
Look, I won. I fought four fights, and I won.
It was too scary.
You didn't let her see it, did you?
Short of binding and gagging the child, I couldn't see how to keep her away.
Don't be angry. She's been upset enough already.
You mustn't ever let Daddy know you were there
you understand me?
You really won?
Frank, didn't you hear me shouting after you?
You were supposed to meet
Dear God, look at him, will you?
I'm searching all over for you, and you're off picking fights again.
Not fighting. Boxing.
I beat four of Jimmy Sharman's champions.
Champions. A bunch of punch-drunk old has-beens
from a country show.
I made myself £20. That's more than Aunt Mary pays you in a month.
£20 and the respect of every man present.
Respect!
Why don't you grow up? For your mother's sake if nothing else.
For her sake? You stinking old he-goat.
After what you've done to her. You couldn't leave her alone.
Couldn't keep your hands off her. Don't you speak to me like that.
I'm her husband.
You're nothing better than a ram in rut is what you are.
You're no better than the bastard who fathered you, whoever he was.
God. I didn't mean that, Frank.
Frank, I didn't mean that.
You meant it.
Let me go, Father. I won't touch him, so help me God.
So help you God.
God rot your souls, both of you. If you've ruined that child, I'll kill you.
I should've let you kill each other, you miserable self-centered cretins.
Son
what I said, it's not true.
No.
I've always felt it.
I've always known that you came after me
that she was mine first.
I've always blamed you for dragging her down all these years.
It was me.
No, Frank.
It's not your fault.
Sometimes, God's ways are hard for us to understand.
Your preaching makes me want to puke!
Never mind.
Never mind. I'm going. And I won't be back.
You can't go away.
What'll I tell your mother?
You mean more to her than all the rest of us put together.
She'd never forgive me.
God in heaven, Paddy.
What possessed you to tell him?
God. Why aren't you older so that I could explain this to you.
Meggie.
Twerp.
That argument that Daddy and I had
is just a kind of a sign that it's time for me to be going on my own.
But you mustn't tell Mom about it, do you hear?
Aren't you going to tell Mom goodbye?
I'll write to her. She'll understand.
Where are you going, Frank?
You know the money I won for boxing.
The man who owns the whole troupe, Jimmy Sharman
he wants me to be one of his regular fighters.
Really? Think of that.
I'll travel around the whole country and see things you've never dreamed of.
I wish you'd take me with you.
Will you, Frank?
No. What kind of life would that be for you?
You must stay here and learn to be a great lady.
Because you know something?
You're going to be all grown up sooner than you know.
Why don't you love me anymore?
I do love you, Meggie. No, you don't.
You wouldn't leave me if you did. My darling Meggie.
No one will ever love you more than I.
Frank!
I was the dairy hand.
I used to see Fee in the distance walking with Frank.
He was only a baby then.
Then one day, old Roderick Armstrong came to see me.
He said his daughter had disgraced the family.
They wanted to send her away but the grandmother wouldn't hear of it.
Now the old lady was dying, there was nothing to stop them.
He said
if I'd marry Fee, take her away
they'd pay me enough money to set us up.
So you married a lady far above you?
But it wasn't the money, Father.
She was so beautiful.
I wanted to see her safe and not abused.
To me she's beautiful still.
She is indeed.
And in Meggie, I can see what she must've been like then.
Yeah.
I was frightened to death of her at first.
It took me two years to get up enough courage
to be a proper husband to her.
I love her so much, Father.
I know she's never had that feeling for me.
Not even in the most private moments of our lives together.
But never once in all these years has she ever
complained or cried
or laughed.
How's Meggie?
Father, what in heaven's name happened here today?
Father, promise you won't ever leave me.
Darling Meggie.
Meggie, Frank had to leave. Why?
Because it hurt him too much to stay.
It'll hurt more without Mom and me
because we're the ones who love him.
For each of us, there comes a time
when he must search for the thing he thinks he needs above all else.
No matter what it costs.
You mean the thing that'll make him happy?
Happy.
There's a story
a legend
about a bird that sings just once in its life.
From the moment it leaves its nest, it searches for a thorn tree
and never rests until it's found one. And then it sings
more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth.
And singing
it impales itself on the longest, sharpest thorn.
But as it dies
it rises above its own agony
to out-sing the lark and the nightingale.
The thorn bird pays its life
for just one song
but the whole world stills to listen.
And God in his heaven smiles.
What does it mean, Father?
That the best
is bought only at the cost of great
pain.
Thank you, Meggie. What a pleasure having you do that for me.
I think from now on I'll call you Our Lady of the Gates.
How many wretched gates are there between Gillanbone and Drogheda?
Twenty-seven, Father. Twenty-seven.
And that means one has to stop and get out
how many times?
Fifty-four, Father. Well done.
Fifty-four times coming and fifty-four times going.
Now, if a priest were to travel between Gilly and Drogheda
to see his favorite person, say, once each month
how many times would he have to stop and get out during one year's time?
It's all right, Father.
With the baby to take care of, I'll be too busy to miss school.
Sometimes I long to throw open all those gates
and race down the road and never stop.
Just leave all 27 of them gaping open
like astonished mouths behind me.
Goodbye, Father.
Hello, Mom.
Hello, Meggie.
Mom, Hal's beautiful.
Father de Bricassart, how very nice to see you again.
Why did you do it, Mary?
When the dress on your back could pay her tuition for the rest of the year!
Ralph, I don't believe I've ever seen you so
impassioned.
I thought it best to take Meghann out of school.
Fee is not well. She needs the help.
Why do you dislike Meggie so much?
She's a beautiful, intelligent little girl,
and yet no one seems to give a rap about her!
Which means you can be sure of her love.
And it's all so innocent and so safe for you, isn't it?
No danger to your reputation
no threat to those not-so-holy ambitions of yours.
Mary, this is unworthy even of you.
I am, after all, a priest.
You are a man first, Ralph de Bricassart.
No, Mary. A priest.
First, last
and always.
Coming along beautifully, Meggie.
This time next year, you'll be ready for the horse trials at the Gilly fair.
But then, Father, by this time next year, you could be in Rome.
Poor little Hal. I think he's a mite feverish, Meggie.
Mrs. Smith, please take the children
in the kitchen for tea.
You have heard the news?
The Pope has decided that Australia should have its very own cardinal.
I didn't know you stay current with church politics.
But it's so intriguing, don't you think? His Holiness is sending a papal legate
to search the length and breadth of this land
to find a man worthy enough to wear the biretta.
Now, that's like Cinderella.
Mary, much as I love sparring with you, it's time we made a truce.
A truce?
The priest confesses.
It's true I once had ambitions. Great ambitions
which I thwarted by my own stupid lack of humility.
Then I was sent here.
Here you were. A good Catholic, with Drogheda and no heirs
or so I thought.
And you thought, My ticket to the Vatican.
Put with typical cruelty but perhaps not undeserved.
The point is, I've changed
and it's largely you I have to thank for it.
Me?
When you made the Clearys your heirs, you dashed all my hopes, as you intended.
But it freed me, too, from all my old desires.
Mary, I'm a priest. Only that.
And content. Bravo, Ralph.
I can't remember when I've enjoyed a performance more.
All my old desires. That is wonderful.
I'll let you stew a while longer
but your day of reckoning is coming. Don't you ever doubt it.
How you do love the illusion of your own power.
Don't make me pity you. Pity me?
Do you doubt I can't make you writhe yet?
Do you think I can't make you sell yourself like a painted whore
before I'm finished with you?
I don't doubt you'll try, but take care.
In trying so hard to destroy my soul, you may lose your own.
If there's still one there to lose. Or still one there to destroy!
In a Christian country, all this commotion would mean rain.
Those grazing lands are dry as chips.
Not a mouthful of grass anywhere.
I reckon we'll be lucky lads if this lightning doesn't set the range aflame.
Did I ever really say Drogheda was heaven? Good night.
Daddy, come on. Little Hal is very sick.
It's very bad, Paddy. For God's sake, someone get a doctor!
I phoned from Aunt Mary's. He's all the way out to Dibben-Dibben.
Bob, get some more sulfur from the storehouse, will you?
May Christ receive thee who hath called thee
and may the angels bear thee unto Abraham's bosom.
Meggie, what is it?
I'm all right.
But you're not. Just talk to me.
There's nothing wrong. Leave me alone!
She's doing it again, Father.
She's been like this ever since little Hal died.
I know. She won't talk to me, either.
We can't let this go on.
Meggie.
Meggie, listen to me.
You've got to stop this.
I know how much you loved Hal, but you can't go on grieving this way.
Meggie, please.
You're wasting away before my very eyes. I can't bear it!
Father, you make me so ashamed.
It's not Hal.
I mean, I do miss him, but What, then? Are you sick?
I can't tell you. You can tell me anything.
That's what I'm here for.
I'm a priest and I love you just the way God loves you, wee Meggie.
Father
I'm dying.
Dying? Just like Hal.
Only it's some kind of tumor or something, Father.
How do you know this, dear heart?
I get the most awful pains, Father.
And then, there's a lot of blood.
But it's not all the time.
Just every month or so? Yes.
How did you know that?
My precious girl
you're not dying. You're growing up.
Sorry your mom didn't explain all this to you.
She should have, you know. You mean Mom does it, too?
All healthy women do, Meggie. Except when they're expecting a baby
and then it's needed to nourish the baby inside their womb.
You understand? Sort of.
Like when it says, Blessed be the fruit of thy womb, Jesus
That's right.
Do you know
what makes babies? Of course, Father.
It comes from mating, like the rams and the ewes.
I've tried to watch them, but Daddy said I mustn't.
But I've heard the boys talking.
Isn't that right, Father? Yes, but
See, Meggie, it's very different with people.
Or it should be. Because God intended, I think
that when a man and a woman mate, they do it
as a way of showing their love for each other.
So it's a mating not just of bodies but of souls.
It must be so wonderful. So I understand.
Will it be that way for you and me? What?
When I grow up and we get married.
Meggie, you know priests can't marry.
You can always stop being a priest. No.
No, Meggie darling. I can never stop being a priest.
Not ever.
What about those tarts you promised me? Yes, come on.
Father, I'm so glad I'm not dying.
What would I ever do without you? Silly, you'll never be without me.
What would her majesty be wanting with me at this late day?
Heaven knows. Still a thousand things to do, and the guests are almost upon us.
I'll take that, Judy. I'm going up anyway.
Come in.
Happy birthday, ma'am. And if we aren't a picture today.
Thank you, Pete.
But birthdays at our ages are rather a mixed blessing, aren't they?
What is that?
I was just taking it along to Meggie. I thought you wouldn't mind
if the Clearys dressed here
so as they wouldn't be dust to the waist from walking.
Good.
That's a pretty color for Meghann. What do you call it?
Ashes of Roses, ma'am. It's quite the thing just now.
You will help her dress this evening.
We want her to look absolutely irresistible.
Has Father de Bricassart arrived yet?
No, not yet. But your lawyer, Mr. Gough, is here.
Good.
Now, I want you both to watch me sign this paper
and then I want you to put your names beneath mine.
You can write, can't you, Pete? I can manage a little bit.
Fine.
It's just that you are a witness
that this is indeed my signature
in case there's ever a question.
Good.
And please send Harry Gough to me. Yes, ma'am.
I'll fetch Mr. Gough.
Why, Mrs. Cleary, you look stunning.
Thank you.
For once, Mary's opened her wallet wide enough to let the moths fly out.
She doesn't want her poor relations shaming her on her 75th birthday.
I best get this to Meggie or she'll be late.
Fee.
Why, Paddy
you look like a diplomat.
Do I?
I feel like an undertaker.
But you
You look just grand.
Harry, doesn't she look grand?
My dear Fee, you look like the lady of the manor.
Is that a legal opinion, Mr. Gough?
Help me with these, will you? Yes.
I think they'll do, even if they're not quite real.
Never you mind.
Some day I'm going to buy you the finest strand of pearls in all Australia.
Really, it's astonishing how few interesting men there are since the War.
And that's been 10 years. I mean, virtually one's whole life.
They're either doddering or else they're mere children.
Where on earth has Meggie got to?
Mrs. Smith says she's about got her ready.
That's Stuart Cleary. Little Stuie Cleary?
Honestly, Lucy. Not bad looking, I suppose
but such a rube like all those Clearys.
Still, he might do for you.
And of course, they'll be frightfully rich when she goes.
Father. Happy birthday, Mary.
How delightful you look, like a young girl.
You've outdone yourself. This must be the finest party in the district in 50 years.
Easily. I hope you're staying over
because I've planned some real festivities for tomorrow.
I'd be delighted.
Harry. Hello, Father.
Father, what a delight to see you. Good evening, Miss Carmichael.
But you've been dreadfully neglectful, you know.
Mother was just saying the other day
that you haven't been to Beel-Beel for the longest time.
Thank you.
Hello, Alastair. How are you fellows this evening?
Paddy, you remember my sister, Sarah.
Yes, of course. But I don't know if you've met my wife, Fiona.
Heavens, I would never have dreamed you were Paddy's wife.
Sarah just returned from the States.
My dears, you can't imagine what the Crash has done.
Wall Street is a shambles.
People throwing themselves out of windows.
That can't happen here. Not with the wool market we've got.
Do you realize how much this country exported last year?
Good Lord. Who is that?
Excuse me.
Meggie, you're so beautiful. Thanks, Stuie.
I give you Mary Carson.
A dear and generous sister, a great lady
and queen of this beautiful land of Drogheda.
May she reign forever.
Thank you all. And thank you, Paddy, for your words and wishes.
But no one reigns forever.
The time is coming when I must pass the reign of Drogheda on to someone else.
As we all know, those of us who have lived here
and fought the drought and the floods, and the heat and the cold, and yet
have managed to prosper
and become masters of all we survey.
This land can be a heaven
or a hell.
My fondest wishes for those who come after me
is that it be far more one
than the other.
Dance with me, Mary. No, Father. I'm too decrepit.
Nonsense. I insist.
That was a beautiful speech, Mary. You made Paddy very happy.
I truly wonder if she isn't getting a bit senile.
I mean, tricked out exactly like a bride.
So grossly unsuitable.
Someone should've told her she looks like death in white.
Beauty and the Beast.
He's grinning at her like he didn't care she left that lot to those Clearys.
Of course, he's too holy for filthy lucre and suchlike anyhow, isn't he?
Of course, it does make those Cleary boys more interesting.
She's a grand old girl, Paddy. Aye, that she is.
By the by, I've been meaning to ask
Mary usually chairs the race committee for the Gilly show
but I wonder if you might be interested in doing the honors this year
as she's declined.
Thank you, Angus.
What's the matter? Are you all right? Yes, I'm all right.
Let's let others have a chance.
Of course. Please dance.
Cynthia.
I never supposed we could still dance together, Fee.
How long has it been, do you think?
It's been 30 years in January.
Now, how can you remember that? I remember it very well.
We went to the Century Ball in Wahine on New Year's Eve.
Frank was just a baby.
Good evening, Meggie. Will you dance with me?
Thank you, Alastair.
I don't know how to dance.
It's awfully hot for dancing, anyway.
Perhaps you'd care for some punch? Yes, thank you.
Look at the boys, will you. Standing around shy as kangas.
It's my fault. I should've taught them a few of the social graces:
How to dance, what to say to a girl.
There's been little time for anything but hard work all these years.
We're just beginning to realize how many changes there will be in our lives.
Will it make you happy, Paddy, being rich?
I could never be a rich man, Fee. Not if I was to have a million pounds.
I wouldn't know how to be.
It's knowing that you'll be living the way you always should have
that you'll take your place again.
That's what makes me happy.
Father Ralph, about the bingo. Patricia wants to put in
I must take exception to it. If we could have a little talk
Father?
Are you enjoying the party? Meggie, yes.
Are you?
Yes, it's a lovely party.
Excuse me, Meggie.
She is lovely, isn't she?
There's not a man in this room
who wouldn't give up everything just to have her, is there?
Now, Mary, you're baiting me again.
Not one man, except perhaps you.
Once, a long time ago, I offered you a chance at the cardinal's robe
and you turned me down.
But I wonder, if you had to choose between Meggie
and the cardinal's robe
which would you choose?
Mary, what would I have done without you these past years?
Your wit, perception
your malice.
Father, why don't you want to be with me?
Talk to me.
Is there something wrong?
You look lovely, Meggie.
So grown up.
I have to speak to the MacQueens.
Meggie.
What a sweet dress.
Thank you, Miss Carmichael.
Mrs. Smith made it for me. I helped a little.
Did you?
I'm sure I haven't seen anything like it in the fashion pages.
You know, I keep expecting to see you at the horse trials.
Ralph tells me you might become quite an able rider one day.
Some people are saying that it isn't quite the thing for him
to be spending so much time in Drogheda.
It's splendid of Ralph to take such an interest in you Clearys.
Ralph, you haven't danced with me all evening.
You must do the black bottom with me.
You always do it so well.
Look, everyone, Father's going to do the black bottom.
Father, it's time for me to go up.
Please, everybody. It's almost dawn, but please stay and enjoy yourselves.
Good night, Mary.
Will you see me up the stairs? Of course.
Good night. It's been a wonderful party, Mary.
Yes, hasn't it?
It was a wonderful party, Mary. And I hope, a wonderful birthday for you.
My last. I'm tired of living. I'm going to stop.
Fiddlesticks. You're planning something special for tomorrow.
You told me so yourself. Yes, I remember.
But I won't see you.
Kiss me goodbye, Ralph.
Mary, good night. Sleep well.
No! On my mouth.
Kiss me on my mouth as if we were lovers!
Mary, I am a priest. A priest! You're not a man nor a priest.
You're some impotent, useless thing that doesn't know how to be either!
You're wrong, Mary. I know how to be a man.
But to be a man on your terms is to be no priest.
And I have chosen to be a priest.
With the free will God has given us
and with that same free will, I have chosen to destroy you, Priest.
I'll go to hell for it, of course
but it'll be nothing to the hell I'm planning for you.
It's yourself you'll destroy with this everlasting hatred of yours.
When Satan tempted Christ with the whole world
is it because he hated him or because he loved him?
You don't love me. I have always loved you!
So much so, I would've killed you for not wanting me!
But I found a better method.
No, not love.
I'm the goad of your old age, that's all.
A reminder of what you can no longer be.
Let me tell you something, Cardinal de Bricassart
about old age and about that God of yours.
That vengeful God who ruins our bodies
and leaves us with only enough wit for regret.
Inside this stupid body, I am still young!
I still feel! I still want!
I still dream!
And I still love you!
Oh, God, how much!
Meggie!
Meggie.
Meggie darling, don't cry.
Here.
Here now, dry your eyes like a good girl.
I don't want it! I'm not a child anymore.
Why don't you just go back to your dancing?
I know you're not a child.
Anyone can see you've grown into a beautiful young woman.
You were by far the loveliest girl at the party tonight.
But that's just the problem.
They all know I come to Drogheda more often than I need.
If I'd paid you a skerrick of attention tonight
it would've been all over the district in record time.
Don't you see?
No, I don't see. I think you do.
Come here.
Come on.
Now, Meggie.
We've been over this before.
What you mustn't do is get in the habit of dreaming about me
in some sort of romantic fashion.
When you're a woman, you'll meet the man destined to be your husband.
Then you'll be far too busy getting on with your life to think about me
except as an old friend
who helped you through some of the bad times of growing up.
All right, my Meggie?
Yes, Father.
I understand.
Come on.
What are you thinking, Father? Just about the land.
That it's so beautiful, so pure
and so indifferent to the fates of the creatures who presume to rule it.
And what are you thinking, my dearest Meggie?
Just that I wish the sun would never come up.
We could stay like this forever.
Father! What is it, Mrs. Smith?
It's Mrs. Carson, Father. She's dead.
Mrs. Smith, we'll have to hold the funeral right away, with this heat.
Yes, Father.
I've sent Pete down for Paddy and I've telephoned to the others.
Many of them haven't even reached home yet from the party, though.
Father. Harry, you've heard?
It's terrible. Terrible.
Father, I must speak to you.
Can it wait? I have some arrangements Mary's orders. Please.
Fancy the old monster popping off like that to spite God and all?
She probably did herself in.
Unless it was the devil doing us all a favor.
Crying shame all the ice got used up last night.
I have here Mary's will. As you've probably guessed
she left everything to Paddy and his family.
She did leave a bit to the Church and some to you.
Shouldn't the Clearys be here?
Yes, we'll have the reading later, after the funeral.
Mary gave this to me last night before the party.
I was to read it to you the moment I learnt of her death.
Of course, I had no idea then
Good Lord. It's a new will
dated yesterday.
But why would she make it without me?
I, Mary Elizabeth Carson et cetera
bequeath all my worldly goods to the Holy Catholic Church of Rome
on the condition that she show appreciation
of the worth and ability of her servant
Father Ralph de Bricassart
and that said Father Ralph de Bricassart
serve as the chief authority in charge of my estate.
Congratulations, Father.
You got the lot after all. All £13 million of it.
£13 million? I
But what about the Clearys?
They get to stay on as managers.
Decent of her not to throw them out entirely.
And there's £10 ·000 a year for your personal use
and a note to you.
My dear Ralph, how do you like my new will?
Of course, you can destroy it if you wish.
It's the only copy, and my lawyer will never tell.
No one will be the wiser, and Meggie will be
the richer, won't she?
But I know what you'll do.
I know it as surely as if I could be there watching
when they give you that red robe and miter.
Father, listen.
There's no denying it was Mary's property
to dispose of in any manner she wished, and I'm not a Catholic, so forgive me.
But we both know the Church has no right to the estate.
Please, let's just destroy this.
Let poor old Paddy and his family have what's rightfully theirs.
It's so awful. Paddy, I'm so sorry.
My poor sister. I can't believe it.
What are we going to do?
I don't know what we're going to do.
We gather here
shocked and saddened by the sudden death of our friend Mary Carson.
Yet we take comfort in the knowledge that in her last hour she was not alone.
Not the greatest nor humblest living being dies alone
for in the hour of our death, our Lord Jesus Christ is with us
within us, and death is sweet.
We all know what Mary was.
A pillar of the community. A pillar of the Church.
And it was the Church she loved more than any living being
for she understood so well the words of St Matthew:
Where your treasure is
there will be your heart also.
Let us pray for her immortal soul
that she, whom we loved in life
will enjoy her just and eternal reward.
And as we pray, let us remember that our Lord is rich in mercy.
And let us not forget
that we are dust
and unto dust we shall return.
By my hand, this 24th day of November
in the Year of our Lord, 1929
Mary Elizabeth Carson, nee Cleary.
Yesterday.
I won't deny it's a bit of a disappointment.
Paddy, I want you to contest. That wouldn't be right.
It was her money, wasn't it?
If she wanted to leave it to the Church
And then, 13 million quid
I wouldn't know how to look after that kind of money.
You don't understand, Paddy.
There are already hundreds of people employed to look after it for you.
Please contest.
I'll get you the best KCs in the country.
We'll fight it all the way to the Privy Council, if necessary.
What do you think?
But we can live on Drogheda anyway and have this house.
Isn't that what the will says?
No one can turn you off Drogheda so long as one of your father's grandchildren lives.
What more do we want?
Damn.
I hate to see you cheated.
Fee, I don't know what to do.
All the things I wanted for you.
I don't want Mary's 13 million pieces of silver.
Well, that settles it.
No, thank you.
I think it's time we were going. They're reading the will.
You don't think I'm going to leave until I've seen their faces, do you?
Sometimes, I think you lack human feeling.
Paddy is very grieved about Mary's death.
Still, what is the harm in congratulating him?
Here they come.
My condolences.
Father.
Please don't think there are any hard feelings on our side.
Mary was never swayed by another human being in all her life
brother or priest.
If she left it to the Church, it was because you were mighty good to her.
You've been mighty good to us, as well
and we'll never forget that.
Thank you, Paddy.
Poor Paddy.
The old bitch.
Father?
Father, what is it?
She's won, Meggie.
I've betrayed you.
Betrayed me? She knew me so well.
She knew if she stripped you of everything, I'd have no choice. But no.
She made sure you'd neither want for anything nor have anything, either.
All your life, you'll have to look to me.
I don't understand.
You'll be respectable, even socially admissible
but you'll never quite be Miss Cleary. Never quite be one of them.
I don't want to be one of them.
Be stupid and vicious and cruel like Miss Carmichael.
How could you even think of that, Father? Meggie, don't call me Father.
I'll be going away, Meggie, soon.
Why?
Don't you see?
It's part of her plan.
I brought in £13 million.
And a holy priest who's brought in £13 million
will not be left to languish here in the back of beyond.
The Church knows how to reward its own.
No.
My Meggie
it's better this way.
How can it be better
to take away what I love most in the world?
Then better for me.
Better than someday having to marry you to somebody else.
Better than staying here to watch you change into something I can never have.
Meggie, when I saw you last night, I almost hated you.
Hated me?
For growing up? Yes.
When you were a little girl, you were like my own child to me.
You were the rose of my life.
I could have you then. You can have me now.
You can marry me. You love me.
But I love God more.
I do love you, Meggie. I always will.
But I can't be a husband to you.
If only I could make you understand what being a priest means to me.
How God fills a need in me no human being ever could.
Not even me?
I can't!
Goodbye, my Meggie.
Father!
Go on, then.
Go on to that God of yours.
But you'll come back to me
because I'm the one who loves you.
The saga continues
as a way of life is threatened.
And forbidden love is given
You've come back.
then taken away.
My life belongs to God.
And new desires are ignited
He was a fool to let you go.
while ambition lights the road to Rome.
The Thorn Birds continues.