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- Joe, she's burning up.

Junie, we're right here.

- You're gonna be all right.

Yeah, Junie, Junie.

- She can hardly breathe.

Poor baby, baby.

Joe, look at her, we gotta get that doctor back here now.

Now! - I'm going.

- Damn.

Ah!

It's a miracle.

It's a miracle!

June, it's a miracle.

- Joe!

Joe, what are you doing?

Joe!

Joe, are you mad?

Oh, Joe, Joe!

- Come on, baby.

Come on, Junie.

Come on, drink it. - Stop!

- Just a little bit.

Just drink a little bit, come on, baby.

Hey, Doc, come on in.

- Joe.

- Appreciate you coming.

- We're that youngin'?

- She's in here.

- Afternoon Ann, good to see ya.

- Good afternoon, Doctor.

- Currently, it's 60 degrees downtown,

another hot and sunny day expected

it should reach the upper 80s to low 90s

in the valleys while 70s are expected at the beaches.

Now, checking the freeways,

we have an overturned truck, north bound.

Harbor freeway is being cleared...

- Rose?

You in there?

- Dear, Thomas.

I am unhappy and it cannot be resolved.

Do not try and find me.

I will not come home.

I'm sorry about taking the car, Rose.

Bless me Father, for I have sinned.

It has been six months since my last confession.

- And what is it you'd like to confess?

- I lied to my husband.

- About what?

- I'm two months pregnant and I haven't told him.

- Why not?

- Because I'm leaving him.

- Why are you gonna do such a thing?

- I don't love him.

I thought that God had given me a sign, but...

- It's you Rose?

Isn't it?

- Yeah, I have to go today.

I made a mistake.

If I stay with Thomas, my whole life will be a lie.

- I've seen you go through a lot, Rose.

I remember your baptism,

your first holy communion, your father's death.

How terrible it was for you and your mother.

And I thought-

- Do you know a place where I can go to have this baby?

- But when you married Thomas, last year,

I felt you'd finally found peace.

You'd finally found your way.

- No, I'd lost it.

- Well, why do you say that?

- I thought I owed Thomas something.

For how much he loved me.

I know I can't divorce him.

- Wait until tomorrow.

Go home to Thomas, just for tonight,

or to your mother's.

- Please.

Please, Father.

You're the only one who can help me.

- There's a, there's a place in Santa Barbara.

- No, further away.

- But it's quite lovely.

It's up high on a hill-

- What about this one?

- Oh, that's in Kentucky.

There's no reason-

- It's perfect.

- Rose, wait.

- Thank you, thank you very much.

You won't tell anyone, will you?

Where I've gone?

- What about your mother?

- Maybe if I give her up,

God will understand my desperation.

- Thomas, good morning.

- Good morning.

- Would you like some coffee?

- No, thank you.

- What is it?

- Your daughter left me.

- Hello? Hello?

- It's Rose.

- Rose, come home.

- I can't.

- You've got to.

I won't have you lost out there.

Where are you?

- Things just weren't right.

My, my life is, it's not right.

It's for the best.

- Whatever it is, I'm sure we can fix it.

Thomas is going crazy.

He's in a terrible way, Rose.

You can leave if you want to, but just not like this.

- I'm already gone.

Sorry, your turn.

- Thank you.

- Welcome to St. Genevieve's.

Have you come to stay with us?

- Yep.

- Wonderful, let me get your bag.

I'm Sister Bernadette.

- I'm Rose, Rose Cleardon.

- Mother Corrine hates to see girls with hair in their eyes.

Come on, don't be afraid.

This way, dear.

Come on, dear, let's keep marching.

That's June Clatterbuck.

As you'll discover, we have quite a history here.

She owns St. Genevieve's now.

Mother?

- What have we here?

- Mother, This is Rose Cleardon.

- Oh yes, of course, from California.

Sit down, please.

I see you know Father O'Donnell.

- Yes.

- And do you know, for sure, that you are pregnant?

- Yes.

- And the baby's father?

- Yes.

- What became of him?

- He's dead.

It happened in a car.

- Dead? Yes, of course.

We'll put you with Angie

and you'll be assigned to the kitchen.

No freeloading around here.

- Are you okay?

Hi, I'm Angie, your roommate.

Did you have a bad dream are you just upset?

- No, I'm fine.

- Where are you from?

- California?

- Why'd you come all the way out here?

Don't they have places like this in California?

- I wanted to get away.

- Did something bad happen to you?

- My husband died.

I sure hope you didn't tell Mother Corrine that.

- Why?

- Because that's what everyone says.

Everyone said that a really great husband,

but he died in a car accident.

- No, they all say that?

- Usually one of the other girls tries to tip you off

before your interview.

They say it's best to just look down at your hands

and act all penitent.

This used to be the hottest hotel around.

- Really?

- It was some kind of spa.

I don't know, some weird miracle happened

to the lady on the hill.

June Clutterbuck or Buttercluck, or something like that.

That's why they built this place.

That's Son, he fixes things.

Takes care of everything.

Son, this is Rose, our latest.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Everybody's in love with Son.

- Why?

- 'Cause he's tall, handsome.

They depend on him for everything.

I don't know.

A lot of us are here because we never met a guy like that.

So, you sit with your class.

Your, your class is the month you're due.

You're March, I'm February.

But I dunno, we can sit together.

Um, you know.

So, the farther along you are,

the closer to the head of the table you sit.

So, we have to sit here.

Beatrice, This is Rose.

- Hi.

Ah yeah, I know.

I look more like October.

Twins run in my family.

But you know, I've been thinking.

If I have two, I might actually just keep one.

- That's what we're not supposed to talk about.

Sister Evangeline does the cooking.

- She's a little heavy on the grace.

- Her, her water broke.

- It's all right, I've got her.

It's fine, everything's fine.

- I can't believe this is happening on your first night.

- Where are they taking her?

- To the hospital in Moseleyville

and she has her baby.

The sisters stay with you the whole time.

Then they give you something to sleep

and when you wake up, your baby's gone.

- What happens then?

- What do you mean, "What happens then?"

You go home, you cover up the lie.

- See, when you leave your home,

you tell everyone a big lie.

You tell them you're gonna take care of a sick aunt

or you won a trip to Europe or something.

Then when you come back, six months later, you know,

you get your old job back, you got dinner at your parents.

See your ex-boyfriend

and everything goes back the way it was.

- There's pretty clear evidence

that she's left California.

- Well, let's start searching other states.

- There you go. - Thank you.

Do you have any more recent photos than this?

- That's the latest one.

- We don't have a lot to go on

and I can't make any promises

but I think this is a good start.

- Just find her, please.

- Rose, I've eaten more these past few weeks

then I have since I got here, you're gonna make me fat.

You know, I wouldn't want Sister Evangeline to think

that we haven't appreciated her cooking all these years

but, oh, the chicken.

What is it?

- Piccata.

- Piccata.

Oh, um, God has given you a talent.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- Oh, good morning, Rose.

- Good morning, Sister Evangeline.

- I seem to have dropped my rosary down here somewhere.

They think I don't notice

that everyone's eating twice as much

since you got here.

- Maybe it's a hungrier group.

- Nobody ever accused me of being a cook.

- There you go, Sister.

- Oh!

Thank you, thank you, you wonderful, man.

- Sure.

- And now I must go finish my morning prayers.

- You know, I worry about Sister.

Hot stove and sharp knives and all.

She doesn't see like she used to.

- I think she sees better than most people.

I'll keep an eye on her.

Milk's here!

- She likes having you here.

- Some eggs?

- If it's not too much trouble.

- Not at all.

How long you been at St. Genevieve's?

- Since I was about 18 years old.

- Biscuits are ready! - Who'd have thought.

- How'd you end up here?

- Oh, well, I was just kinda bumming around, you know,

takin' odd jobs here and there.

Thought for sure I was gonna see the world.

This place was a mess when I got here.

Think it's bad now, you should have seen it then.

Pipes were all rusted.

Lights only worked if you jiggled the sockets.

Sister Evangeline was in charge then.

She said I could stay on for a few days,

straighten some things up.

Here I am, still straightening things up.

Here, let me give you a hand.

- So, you never saw the world.

- No, reckon I saw about as much as I was meant to.

- Eggs!

- So what about you?

- Drove around a lot.

Never really got any place.

- Well, you got here.

- Hello? Excuse me.

What do you want?

- I'm, uh, Rose Cleardon.

I'm one of the, the visitors over at St. Genevieve's.

Well, go on back to St. Genevieve's.

You got no business here.

You heard me, go on!

- Rose.

I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you.

You all right?

- Fine.

- Been looking all over for you.

Sister Evangeline needs your help to start dinner.

Where you been?

- Back there.

She wasn't very friendly.

- Well, she likes to keep to herself mostly.

See that pile of rocks?

They say a spring erupted out of there.

Cured her when she was a little girl.

- I heard something about that.

- Yeah, that's what they say.

I never seen no spring.

Well, you oughta be gettin' back in, I guess.

- Yep.

- You let me know if you need anything.

- Okay.

That's impressive.

- I learned to juggle

when I was a teenager.

- Really?

- Yes, that's why I became a nun.

You don't have to juggle quite as much.

What are you juggling, Rose?

- Nothing.

- Uh-huh.

Have you always been so private?

- Kind of.

- Who do you talk to?

Are you close to anyone?

- No, not really.

- What about your mother?

- I love my mother.

- Why?

- Because she's beautiful.

How is she beautiful?

- The way her hair smells.

The way she, um,

she crosses her hands over her legs, like this.

She's got a great laugh.

- So, did mine.

That Son, is a peach of a man, isn't he?

- Yeah, I guess so.

- Have you ever been in love?

- No.

- You will be.

God will send you someone good to love.

- What if God already sent you someone good

and you didn't want him?

- Is that what happened to you?

- No, not me.

- Well, you come to the right place.

But that's all I'm gonna tell you.

- What does that mean?

- You're a young girl, Rose.

You ought to have some surprises in your life.

The excitement of just finding out.

Boy, that was something, not knowing.

I'd wander around hoping God will tell me what to do.

Do I join the Sisters or do I marry Timmy?

- Who's Timmy?

- Oh, Timmy somebody or other.

I don't remember exactly.

- So, what happened?

- Ta-da!

- Yeah, but how did you know?

- There was my sign from God.

- Oh, so you believe in signs.

- Of course.

But, sometimes they're so close,

you don't even notice them.

Take this place.

When the other nuns got here,

they didn't want to hear that they were standing

right on top of the closest thing to a real miracle

any of them would ever know.

Fatima, Lourdes, that's where they

expect to see their miracles,

not in their own backyard.

Let me see your baby.

- What?

- Come here.

Oh, Mother Corrine doesn't like me

to tell the girls about their babies.

That's why I'm stuck in the kitchen.

I used to be Mother Superior.

No, I'd better not.

If she finds out I'm doing this,

they'll put me up in the back pasture.

Oh, come here, I can't stand the suspense.

Oh, my, my, my, my, my.

- What?

What, what is it?

- It's a girl.

It's a sweet little girl.

I love little girls.

Oh, don't get me wrong.

I love all of God's children, but little girls are so nice.

God's blessed you, Rose.

- Thank you.

- I know you don't believe me,

but I've never been wrong once.

That's God's gift to me, that I can hear the babies.

You've got a good girl, you'll do right by her.

- She needs a better mother than I'll be.

- The best part of you is in that child.

- But I'm giving her up.

- Oh, not you, Rose.

Everybody else.

But not you.

- Angela, off.

- Come along, girls.

- Body of Christ.

Body of Christ.

Body of Christ.

Body of Christ.

Body of Christ.

- Rose, Rose, get up there.

Go on.

- Body of Christ.

Body of Christ.

- I feel nauseous.

- The wafer?

- Everything.

- Even though I'm not there,

I'm thinking of you on your special day.

Happy birthday, Mom, love Rose.

Main post office, Charlottesville, Virginia.

Please mail enclosed postcard.

- Rosey, Angie, come on now, hurry up.

- You, young lady,

have missed your communion every Sunday so far.

You must receive communion.

- But I haven't made my confession.

- Why not?

- Because I'm not remorseful.

You're asking me to lie on the alter of God,

to say that I'm clean and at peace, and I'm not.

- I've heard all sorts of reasons

from all sorts of girls like you,

but this is pure blasphemy.

You will start taking your communion

or you're not welcome here another day.

Do you understand?

- Yes.

- You're a liar, Rose.

- What are you doin' in there?

Are you all right?

- I'm fine.

- Aren't you the little snoop that came around my house?

- As a matter of fact, I am.

- Well, what did you want?

- I guess, I just wanted to see what you look like.

- Well, now you done that.

What were you doing in there?

- Mother Corrine had a problem with me.

- Oh, that woman is a horror.

Things were a lot nicer around here

before she showed up.

Here, take these, will you?

She acts like she owns the joint.

- How did the waters cure you?

- Nobody's asked me about that in a long time.

When I was seven years old, I was sicker than a dog.

I had a temperature that was burning me alive

and nobody knew why.

So, when the water started shooting up around him,

daddy made me drink it.

Tasted like spoiled eggs,

but damn if they didn't make me better.

Well, when people found out about that, whoo wee.

They started flocking here from all over the world.

My daddy had to build a big fancy hotel

for all those folks

with their broken bones and achin' backs.

That's how that place got here.

Then 1929, the stock market crashed

and right after that, the great drought came.

The springs just dried up and everybody went on home.

Thank God.

They hired some people

who said they knew how to coax the springs

up out of the ground,

but you know how water is.

It doesn't need no help from nobody

coming up out of the ground once it's darn good and ready.

So, eventually the hotel got donated to the Catholic church.

I guess the cure was good for my health.

It saved my life.

Sure as all hell did kill off my social life.

Wasn't a boy in this county

was about to ask out a girl who'd had a miraculous cure.

I guess they thought it would be kind of like dating

the Virgin Mary or something.

You Catholic?

- Actually I am.

- Aint easy, is it?

- Nope.

- Damn it.

- Don't swear.

- I can't work like this.

I can't do my job if nothing works right.

- The cookies are fine.

- Will you stop being nice.

Can't stand it when you're nice.

- Come on, Rose, get back to work.

There are lots of girls expecting cookies.

Lots of girls who feel as bad as you.

You're not the only one in the world

who misses her mother at Christmas.

Oh, good evening, Son.

Well, it's way past my bedtime.

Goodnight, all.

- Merry Christmas, Sister.

- Merry Christmas, Son, Rose.

- Go ahead, open it up.

Made you a chair.

Figure you can take it home with you

after you have your baby.

You could fit it in that car of yours.

I didn't want to bring it over tonight.

You know, look kind of stupid,

me walking around here with a chair.

- You made me a chair?

- Yeah, it's no big deal.

I make chairs all the time.

Tables, chairs, stuff like that.

- I'd like to see it.

- All right, anytime.

You just come on over, it's waiting there for you.

- Nope, I wanna see it now.

- Well, Rose, it's Christmas Eve and all.

Maybe you'd rather just-

- I'd love to see it now.

- Just go on in there and make yourself at home.

There she is.

June made the cushion for you.

She didn't want me to tell you that

but I didn't want you to think I'd made it.

- It's very comfortable.

- Could you get up for a minute?

- Merry Christmas, Rose.

Your friend, Son, 1981.

- See, now that way you'll always know

that this is your chair.

- Rose, Rose, Rose.

Wake up, wake up.

It's starting, big time.

- Better hurry, Angie.

Hope everything's all right.

- How far apart?

- Seven minutes.

- You sure you wanna do this?

- Yes, yes, I'm not gonna go to some hospital

where they're gonna take my baby.

I wanna at least see it first.

- It'll be easier if you have it in the hospital.

- No, no, no, no, I can take the pain.

It's okay, see, I broke my arm once

and I hardly even winced.

Oh, I think this is it!

I think this is it.

Oh God, okay.

I think this is it!

- Sister, I need your help.

- Rose?

I wish you girls hadn't done this.

It's been a long time.

Though, I can't imagine it's something you'd ever forget.

And I'd rather.

- I don't think I can keep quiet

about this much longer.

- It's all right, sweetheart.

You sing out if it makes you feel better.

It's too late to move you now.

You're gonna get your wish.

- Oh God, break both my arms, just get out!

- You're all ready to go.

Two fine boys.

- I knew there had to be two in there.

The doctor said, "No."

Oh God! Oh!

- Here we go.

Get, get the pillowcase, quickly.

Support the baby's head.

- Let me check. - Beautiful baby,

it's a perfect baby.

The second one always comes right out.

- Oh, God, that's easy for you to say.

- Oh, here he comes.

- Oh my god. - Come on, little fella.

Come on out.

Take a look, perfect.

Come on, little fella.

Put the second child on.

Here we go, support the head.

Cover you up, little fella.

There you are.

- Evangeline!

Call an ambulance.

Get Beatrice and these babies to the hospital at once.

- Watch it, watch, don't slip on the snow here.

- Evangeline, just get the documents.

- I'll give them back.

I just want to see them.

- No, no, no.

- What are you doing?

No, I wanna just, just once.

No, please let me just hold my baby once.

I just wanna hold him.

I wanna just hold him.

Please, Angie, let me have my babies.

I wanna hold him!

Let me hold my baby!

- Let her hold!

Give her her baby!

- No!

- Just give her, give her the baby,

please, give her the baby.

Let her hold her baby!

Please, give her the baby.

- Please let me hold him!

- No, no!

- No, Beatrice, no!

Okay, okay, all right.

It's all right, there hasn't been a sign.

That's all.

You just took the wrong way.

That's it.

Okay.

I'll do whatever it is.

You want me to do it, you just give me

some kind of hint about what it is.

I was really good, you know.

I was really good for a long time.

Shouldn't forget that!

Do you hear me?

Thy will be done.

Just tell me what the hell it is you want me to do.

- Rose?

Who you talkin' to?

What are you doin' out here?

You all right?

Ah, jeez.

You're gonna catch your death, you all right?

Come on, I gotcha.

It's all right.

There you go.

Right here.

Don't freeze up on me, now.

What possessed you

to go out there like that in your nightdress?

- Beatrice gave birth, twice.

- Let's get you some dry clothes.

Hey there, how you doin'?

You been asleep a long time, all day.

Don't worry, I, I told everybody that you were here.

Safe.

- Oh my God.

What am I gonna do?

- About what?

- The baby.

- Well, what do you wanna do?

- Keep it.

- Stay here.

- Oh yeah, they'd let me stay here.

- They would, if you married me.

I mean, I don't wanna talk you into doing anything

you don't wanna do, but just kind of makes sense.

You know, you could stay up here with me,

and we could raise the baby together.

Maybe you don't feel the same way I do, but...

Just makes good sense, is all.

- All right.

- What? - All right, let's do it.

- Ah, oh, well, well, ah...

Then I should just take you back home

and, and, and we'll work out the details later.

- No, I want to do it now, tonight.

If you want to marry me, you marry me tonight.

- Yeah, but Rose, there's no time to plan anything.

I mean, I'm sure you wanna call some family

and get a dress.

- I don't need a dress.

I don't need a wedding, I just need to get married.

I need to do it tonight, I don't care about anything else.

- All right, then.

All right.

We can get a bigger place in town, if you like.

- Your place is fine.

Baby won't need a room of her own for a while anyway.

- Her?

- Sister Evangeline told me it's gonna be a girl.

- How 'bout that, a girl.

You know, this baby can be yours and mine.

You know, as far as she's concerned,

that just might be, well, easier.

- All right, fine.

- All right.

Could you tell me a little something about the father?

- Can't we just start from right now, right this minute?

- Well, I think I should know.

- Please.

- All right, the past belongs to you, private.

I always wanted a baby and I'll be a good father, I swear.

- I know, that's why we're doing this.

- Dearly beloved, um,

we are, tonight, we join in holy matrimony, uh?

- Wilson Abbot.

- Wilson Abbot, who takes?

- Rose Martha Cleardon.

- Rose Martha Cleardon as his wife,

on this, the night of February 8th, 1982.

Now, if there be anyone present

who knows why these two should not be together.

- This postcard is from Springfield, the main post office,

and this one from Pittsburgh and this, Dayton, Ohio.

I think we should put an ad in the newspaper

in every one of those cities.

- It's becoming more and more clear,

she doesn't want us to know where she is.

- Yes, she does.

She wants to stay in touch with us.

Why else would she be sending us all these postcards?

- Helen, she doesn't want to see us anymore.

- That's nonsense.

She's just trying to sort out her life.

- She doesn't want us to find her.

- But we will.

- I need Rose- - Watch the step, sweetheart.

Careful where you step.

- I'm just a little concerned

because she said she was gonna be here.

- Down.

- I'm here!

I'm here.

- Okay, that's fine.

- Okay. - Take it easy, now.

- No!

- What?

- No, I want her to come!

- Sever all ties right here and right now.

- She's my friend.

- Better for Angie.

- Angie!

- I'm sorry.

- Angie's gone.

- Yeah, you must be tired.

Why don't you go on to bed and get some sleep.

- We've been married two weeks now,

and I think it's time we both slept in the bedroom.

- Look how pretty you are.

- No, I'm not.

- You have no idea.

- Well, whatever I am, you might as well get used to it.

- Been a long time.

- Who's Cecilia?

- Somebody I used to know, a long time ago.

- Must have loved her

if you put her name on your arm.

- Well, I thought I did.

- Don't do that.

- Do what?

- Don't change your past because of me.

Name's on your arm, that means you loved her.

What happened?

- We were engaged to be married.

She, uh, changed her mind at the last minute.

- Why?

- Reckon I wasn't good enough for her.

- How could you not be good enough for anybody?

- We're doin' the right thing.

Everything's gonna work out fine.

- I guess.

- It'll be good for the baby.

You thought about what you wanna call her?

I mean, if it's a girl, what'd you want to name her?

- Cecilia.

- Don't be afraid, she's not gonna bite.

She doesn't even have any teeth yet.

- Hello, Cecilia.

- You know, I'd really rather that we didn't call her that.

- Her name is Cecilia Helen Abbott.

- Well, who's Helen?

- My mother.

- That's a good name.

Why don't we just call her Helen?

- This Cecilia will always love you and want you.

We'll tell her you put her name on your arm

the day she was born.

- Mother Mary, look at what we have here.

I never actually get to see the babies.

- Okay, come on, Cecilia.

- Where are you going?

- June's waiting for me to bring her over.

- Why? - There you go.

She's gonna keep her for me during the day.

- Wait a minute, shouldn't she be here with you?

- I don't want her here.

It's too hard on the girls

to see a baby around all the time.

- Are you sure this

isn't gonna be too much bother for you?

- Bother? You kidding?

It's a godsend.

Last baby in this house was me.

You go on and go to work, now.

Don't worry about her,

I'll take good care of little Cecilia.

Yes I will. - Oh, yeah.

I think she likes you.

- I kinda like her too.

Bye bye, hun. - Bye bye.

- Come on, now,

let's go in here and get properly settled.

Hmm, there.

- Oh, goody.

- Oh you wanted that?

- Yep, just for a change.

Look, lamb chop, what do you think?

- She's more interested in her rattle.

Oh, that's good, I like that.

Aren't you?

- Hey, honey, let's go eat some lunch.

Come on, let's go eat some lunch!

Let's go eat some lunch.

Look, here it comes.

- Oh! - Oh my.

- Gonna set it down on this table.

- How beautiful.

What do you think?

- Make a wish. - Blow out the candles.

- Good girl.

- Happy birthday, happy birthday.

- Thank you, Auntie June.

You're welcome, darling.

- Rose, I worry about Cecilia.

She spends more time with June and Sister Evangeline

than she does with you.

You know, she, she longs for you.

- I'm here all the time.

- Yeah, yeah, I know, but...

Sometimes...

You know, sometimes I wish you'd just talk to me

instead of hiding out in that kitchen of yours.

Oh, now, come on, don't do that.

Rose.

- You're not happy with me, is that what this is?

- Aw, don't be silly.

You know I love you.

That's not what I meant.

- I've been doing everything that I'm supposed to.

Look, I don't know how to do it any better.

Come on, come on, now.

Come back to bed.

- Yoo-hoo, June.

June?

June, it's Sister.

Oh dear, June.

Oh no, not before me.

- She was the daughter of Joseph and Ann Clatterbuck.

Also born and raised in this land.

Her wry sense of humor brought many a smile to our faces.

She was an inspiration to us all.

Eternal rest, grant unto June Maria Clatterbuck, oh Lord,

and let eternal light shine upon her.

May her soul and the soul of all the faithful departed,

through the mercy of God, rest in peace, amen.

- In the name of the Father and the Son, amen.

- Rose, could you come outside?

I need to talk to you for a minute.

- Tell me in here, I'm watching the soup.

- The soup'll watch itself.

- Gee, it's like living with your mother.

- That's right.

- I went to see June's lawyer today.

- What did he want?

- To tell us what June left us in her will.

This is a pretty spot.

- Yeah.

- This is ours.

- What is?

- All this.

June left her property to us.

Everything you see in all directions.

- Left it to us?

- All of it, house too.

- Oh my God.

I've been here almost seven years.

I was gonna be here seven months.

- I was gonna be here three days.

- Somebody ought to put up a sign, warning people.

- One cow- - Hey beautiful!

What are you doing?

What are you reading now?

Ceecee, how do you like our new house?

- I love it but I wish Auntie June was still here.

- Yeah, me too.

All right, come on, tomorrow's a busy day.

- But, can you show me your family?

- Sure, there you go.

- There's a rose for mom.

There's me, so you won't forget my birthday!

Four, seven, eight, two.

- Yeah.

- April, four, seven, eight, two.

- Ready for bed?

- Yeah.

- You sleep tight, my angel.

Rose?

- Go back to sleep.

- Why are you dressed?

- I'm gonna go home.

- To California?

- No, I'm going back to the old house.

I can't sleep here.

- Oh, don't be silly.

Come on back to bed.

- I gotta get going.

- Wait, we don't have to stay here.

- Don't worry, don't worry. - We'll move back

to the other house with you. - Go back to sleep.

Everything's fine.

- Wait a minute, Rose, wait, wait.

What is it?

Please, try and talk to me.

- I'm sorry.

Let me go away a little

so I don't have to leave you completely.

- I can't get her to come inside.

She's been out there two hours now.

Cecilia, did you see the poor thing?

- At least the weather's good.

- Oh, good, here she comes.

I'll let Mother Corrine know to expect her.

- Hey.

- Hi.

- I'm Lorraine, hey.

- Hello.

- Cecilia.

- I just got here.

- I know, I saw you outside.

- Oh.

- Don't worry about it.

Everybody here's nice enough.

Mother Corrine's a bit of a hard ass.

Are you Catholic?

- No, they told me at the state social worker's office-

- You don't have to be, just tell her you are.

It makes things easier.

- Oh, I don't know anything about being Catholic.

It's not a test.

She won't make you say

the stations of the cross or anything.

- Well, what else should I know?

- The guy who got you pregnant, don't say he's dead.

Everybody does it, it makes Mother Corrine crazy.

- I was gonna say that.

What should I tell her?

- I don't know, tell her the truth.

- Well, what did you tell her?

- Huh, me?

Her name's Lorraine.

Weird thing is, she thought

I was one of the pregnant girls here.

- I'm gonna teach you how to drive.

- I'm not 16 yet.

- Takes a long time to learn how to drive well.

So, you'll have it down by your birthday.

- You're starting now?

- Good a time as any.

Nope, other side.

- What? - You're driving.

- I don't know how to drive.

- I know, that's what this is about.

- Won't you at least back it out for me?

- Get in.

What are you gonna do?

Call me every time you need the car backed up?

All right, reverse.

Check your mirrors every time.

Check your mirrors.

Okay, D.

Steer, that's it, get the feel of it, good.

- Is this right? - Uh-huh.

I love this car.

I used to drive a lot.

Not goin' anywhere, just for fun.

- When you lived in California?

- Uh-huh.

- I like 'em.

Did your mother teach you to drive?

- Oh God, no.

My mother was scared to death of cars.

She wouldn't even get in one.

- Why?

- My father was killed in a car accident.

- He was? When?

- When I was three.

- Do you remember him?

- No, mostly I remember him being gone.

I didn't miss him.

Sometimes I try to imagine what he was thinking

right before the truck crossed the center divider.

- Wow.

- That's a pretty morbid conversation for a drive.

Okay, I think that's enough.

- Dad, I'm telling you,

when she's in the car, she's a totally different person.

I don't know if you've ever seen her that way.

- What's she do?

- She laughs and messes with her hair

and tells me stuff.

She even let me ask her questions.

- Yeah?

What did she say?

- She told me she used to love to drive.

She talked about her mom and her dad.

Did you ever meet her mom?

- Ah, no, I didn't.

- Are there things that you know about mom that I don't?

- No, not really.

- But, why does she live away from us?

Why did she move back to the old house?

- Well, your mama needs a lot of privacy.

- Why?

- She just does.

- Why does she need any more privacy?

- I don't know, angel.

Everybody gives as much of themselves as they can.

- Does she love us?

- Yes, yes, she does.

- Maybe I can get closer to her

through these driving lessons.

I've been thinking about your father.

- Yes.

- Well, he would have been my grandfather.

I was wondering what his name was.

- Calvin.

- Calvin, hmm.

Did your mother ever get married again?

- No.

I don't think.

I love driving, don't you?

- Yeah.

- Wanna hear something funny?

- Sure.

- One time I drove 300 miles up the coast,

from Culver City, all the way up.

I checked into a motel room,

sat on the bed for about five minutes,

checked out, and I drove home.

- Why?

- You know what?

I've had enough of this field.

I think it's time we branched out.

Head for the road.

- Road driving?

- Wait, let's get Sister Evangeline.

- Excuse me, ma'am.

Is there a petting zoo anywhere near here?

- Um, yeah, about 75 miles north.

Take Route 65 and it should take about an hour and a half.

- Thank you, ma'am.

- Um, excuse me.

Where are you from?

- Indiana.

- Would you do me a favor?

When you get home, uh, would you mail this for me?

I really would like to have it mailed from Indiana.

- Sure, no problem.

- Thanks.

- Who are you writing to?

- I am trying to send that letter

that woman in Kentucky gave us.

I accidentally put it through the permanent press cycle.

What do you think? - Oh.

- Does that look like a four or an eight?

- It looks like a six to me.

- Well, we'll just have to hope for the best.

- Dear Mama, how I hope and pray

this letter finds you in good health.

I know a lot of time has passed

but I still think about you every day.

Can you believe your daughter's almost 40?

I can't. Love, Rose.

- I'm sorry to bother you,

but you were kind enough to send a letter-

- Oh, you received it?

Oh, I'm so glad.

I threw it into the washing machine

and I was afraid the writing-

- Where did you see her?

- She gave it to us in Kentucky.

- Where?

- Um, a little town, Moseleyville, I believe.

- Was she about 40?

- Yeah, she was about 40 years old, very pretty.

- Cecilia?

Cecilia, go get your mother.

- Dad? - Go on!

- Dad!

Dad, oh my God.

Mom, mom!

- What happened?

- Where's mom?

- She and Mother Corinne took some of the girls into town.

- Dad cut his head, he's bleeding.

We have to call an ambulance.

- It'll take them forever to get here.

- Well, who's gonna drive him?

- What about you?

- Oh God.

Come on, hurry.

Dad, we're here.

- I'm not so good with blood.

- Get over it.

Okay, okay.

Come on.

It's gonna be okay, now.

- Sweetheart, you can't drive.

- I thought you said you could drive?

Look, I'm having a baby, there's now way-

- Don't be stupid, I'm driving, aren't I?

How did it happen?

- Can you drive and talk at the same time?

- Love this hospital.

There is where you were born.

- Oh, hi.

- Lorraine.

- Oh my God, what happened?

- Dad fell off the ladder and, and glass hit him.

Cut him pretty bad.

So, I brought him here.

- You drove here?

- Well, what was I supposed to do?

Wait until you came home?

- You never should have driven here.

You don't even have a license.

- Well, what is this?

I mean, I was the one that was home.

I was the one who did what they were supposed to do.

- I'll take Lorraine home.

You two can work this out for yourselves.

- Bye, Cecilia.

- Bye.

- Listen, I know this was hard on you.

You should have thought things through.

You should have called an ambulance and waited.

You could've caused a lot more damage by driving here.

- Don't you come in here and tell me

what I can and can't do.

You can't just be gone all the time

and then waltz in here like you're somebody's mother

and tell me what I'm allowed to do.

- All right, enough.

- No, what if I hadn't been there?

How many days do you think Dad would have been lying there

before you noticed he was missing?

How long would Dad have been dead

before you just happen to swing by the house

and say you needed a light bulb changed?

- I'm gonna see your father.

- I'm sure he'd love that.

Careful, it's wet.

- Where's your father?

- Sleeping.

- I talked to Sister Evangeline.

I shouldn't have said that about your driving.

You had to, I understand that, sorry.

- Why did you move?

- Where?

- Over there, why don't you live with us?

- What does this have to do with your father's accident?

- Doesn't have anything to do with it.

I just wanted to know.

- That's between me and your father.

- If it was between you and dad,

then dad would understand it.

And if he understood, he would have told me.

No, I want the real reason.

- It's personal.

- It's personal?

Yeah, it's personal to me, to my life.

You're my mother and

that man on the couch in there is my father

and yet all we seem to be to you

are two extra mouths to feed.

It's not even like you hate us.

I mean, I think I could deal with that,

but you just always keep your distance.

- Oh, Cecilia, I said I was sorry about the car.

I made a mistake.

If I'd known how badly your father was hurt,

I wouldn't have said that.

- You just won't do this, will you?

I thought it was 'cause I was afraid to ask

but you don't even think I deserve an answer?

- No, it's, it's not like that.

- Then what is it like, tell me.

- I'm doing the best I can.

And just because I'm your mother,

doesn't mean I have all the answers.

- How come we're never allowed to ask

anything about the past?

- Because I don't like thinking about the past.

- Why? What's in the past?

- The past should stay where it belongs.

Now, come inside and help me fix dinner.

- I've been praying a lot lately.

I was just wondering if it's better to stick to one saint

or move around?

- Move around, cover all your bases.

- Couldn't hurt.

- Oh, Rose, a letter came for you.

- Thanks.

- Who's it from?

- You've had some news?

- No.

- Don't lie to me, Rose.

- Girls, why don't you go outside?

- What was in the letter?

- Go on.

- I wanna know what's going on.

- Cecilia, you do not get to know everything about everyone.

- I just wanted-

- Go on, honey, give us a few minutes.

Will you tell me?

- No.

- Why not?

- I can't.

- But why?

Do you think I'll stop loving you?

I won't.

No matter what it is, I won't.

Is this the way you want to continue your life?

Whatever it is, it'll follow you.

Wherever you go, wherever you turn.

It'll be right there.

It'll show up on the face of a stranger.

It'll come to you in your dreams.

Rose, please, face it.

- Everyone, I'm sorry that I'm leaving

without saying goodbye.

I don't know any other way to do it.

I won't even hope that you'll forgive me or even understand.

I will hold all of you

in my heart, love Rose.

- Dad?

- Ceecee?

- I was just going through some stuff.

What did we do wrong?

- Oh, it wasn't us.

It's not us, angel.

It's her.

We can't fix it for her, no matter how much we want to,

no matter how much we try.

- Come on, Dad, let's go home.

- Cecilia, dear, there's a man in the lobby.

He has come to see your mother.

- My mother?

- I can't find Son anywhere.

I wonder if you could come and speak with him?

- Sure.

- Mr. Cleardon, this is Rose's daughter, Cecilia Abbott.

- Hi.

- Um, I'm sorry, um, I didn't know Rose had a daughter.

- That's me.

- I'm gonna try and find Son.

- Cleardon, are you a relative of my mom?

That's her maiden name. - Um.

I used to know her a long time ago.

- Would you like something to drink?

- Yes, thank you.

- How long has she been gone?

- Um, a week.

- Perhaps she'll be coming back.

- I don't think so.

How did you know my mom?

- I was married to her.

- When?

- A long time ago, in California.

- Were you divorced?

I'm sorry, my mother didn't tell me

about this part of her life.

- Well, um, technically no, but it's not an issue.

I never remarried, so I didn't

follow through with a divorce.

After a while I imagine these things just dissolve.

- I think all you have to do is run an ad in the paper

or something like that.

- It's taken me all these years to find out where she was.

- You mean, she left you too?

- I'm afraid so.

Her mother and I, your grandmother.

- Helen.

- Yes.

- That's my middle name.

- Helen recently passed away

and I wanted to come here and tell your mother in person.

- My grandmother, Helen, died.

- I'm so sorry.

That was really insensitive of me to just-

- My mom left when she got your letter.

- Well, I never meant to scare her off.

It's been such a long time.

I guess I just wanted some sort of closure.

- So you were her secret.

- Ceecee?

- This is my father.

- Wilson Abbott.

- Thomas Cleardon.

- Two husbands, I thought that's probably all it was.

- Well, you're not supposed to have two, you know.

What would the church say about something like that?

- That's between your mother and God.

It's none of our business.

- And just like with you people,

all she did was leave a note.

- The chicken picatta is delicious.

- Thank you, I learned it from Mom.

- Rose cooks?

- She's a wonderful cook.

- She used to hate to be in the kitchen.

- Well, now you can't get her out of it.

- But she loves to drive.

- Yes.

- Did you know Mom was married before?

- No, I didn't.

- How come?

- Well, Your mama didn't tell me

every little detail of her life.

- Every little detail?

You call another husband every little detail?

- Ceecee, it wasn't a...

I want you to do me a favor.

If Thomas asks you how old you are,

could you tell him you're 14?

- Why?

- If he knows you're 15,

then he'll know that your mom and I

got married right after she left him.

- So?

- Just might make him feel worse, is all.

Will you do that for me?

- Well, hello there, come in.

- I just wanted to come by and say goodbye and everything.

- That's kind of you, I've got something for you.

Here.

- Thank you.

Are you mad at her?

- Not anymore.

15 years is enough time to get over almost anything.

I thought she loved me, but I guess she didn't.

- I always doubted if she loved me too.

- No, I'm sure she loves you.

- Gosh, she was so beautiful.

- Yeah, she was always beautiful.

She was probably your age in that photo.

How old are you?

- 14.

- I left my number by the phone.

You could call me if you've heard anything.

- Okay.

Thomas?

- Yes?

- I'm sorry my mother hurt you.

- I'll be fine.

Bye. - Bye.

- Wow, you know, these past couple of days

my grill's never been cleaner.

- Well, time to get going.

- I can't talk to you into staying, huh?

- Afraid not.

- Yeah, you don't find too many people who cook like you do.

- Sorry.

- So, where are you headed?

- Um, don't know.

Telephone call for you.

- Thank you, Sister.

Hello.

- It's Rose.

- Come home, Rose.

- I can't.

- You've got to.

Rose, darling, Thomas was here.

He came to tell you, your mother passed away.

Oh, Rose, dear, you've got to face up to it.

- I can't.

- The truth is out, all of it.

- I've hurt too many people.

- They'll forgive you.

- Well, they shouldn't.

- But, it's better for them if they do.

- Oh, God, my poor mother.

- You're somebody's mother.

Come home, Rose.

- I can't.

- Morning, angel.

- Morning.

- You all right?

- Mm-hmm.

- You sure?

- Uh-huh.

I don't know.

I guess I'm gonna kinda miss Mr. Cleardon.

He seemed so awkward, though.

- Yeah, but nice.

- Kind of depressed.

- Yeah.

Cecilia, I never should have asked you to lie to him.

I was afraid.

Worse than that, really.

This has gotta stop.

It's gotta stop right now.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm not your father, Thomas is.

When your mama first came to St. Genevieve

she was pregnant with you.

I fell in love with her and asked her to marry me.

- How is that possible?

- I was just so in love, I didn't care about the past.

I'm glad that, that Thomas found us.

He's a, he's a, he's a good man.

I'm glad your mom is gone.

So, I could finally find the courage to tell you the truth.

I love you, angel.

I love you more than anything else in this world.

But if you decide that, uh, that you want to leave too

I reckon I could find a way to be glad about that.

- No!

You're my father.

You've been my father every day of my entire life.

You're what's in my heart.

I love you.

- I'm so sorry.

- Damn it.

Damn it, damn it.

- I know about everything now.

You think you can march in and out of people's lives

but you can't!

You think you can lie to everybody?

Well, you can't!

I need a mother, a real mother.

One that doesn't lie to me.

- I am your mother, Cecilia, I am.