All language subtitles for [subtitleone.cc] THORNBIRDS_D_1_SIDE_A

From the raw Australia of the 1900s...

The Thorn Birds.

I'll never have what I want.

Never be what I want!

Tormented by desire.

And I don't know how to stop...

wanting.

That's right, Father.

-And who are you?
-I'm Meggie.

...he would love her forever.

I give you Mary Carson.

Shoot them, Frank.

God can't fill?

You can marry me.

I have chosen to destroy you, Priest.

I'll go to hell for it, of course...

God, you are beautiful.

Marry me, Meghann.

From the islands of Greece to London.

The saga that spans half a century...

echoing through three generations.

A Jove unattainable...

forbidden forever: The Thorn Birds.

Good day, Father de Bricassart.

Aren't they heavenly?

Amen.

Happy Christmas, Mrs. Carson.

Exile?

Poverty? Obedience?

Perhaps chastity?

despite that facade of humility.

And God knows you have a subtle mind.

You're the stuff cardinals are made of.

"Surely I can do God's work here...

I'm certain of that, too.

All right, now.

Ready.

Gol!

Come on!

Come on! You can do it.

Ralph won!

Thank you.

but I can't accept him as a gift.

A fine distinction.

It must have been chastity, yes?

All right, my Christmas gift to you:

You broke your vow of obedience.

And it's not so terrible a banishment.

-and I have Drogheda.
-Yes.

-Would I?
-Yes, you would.

as in the seats of ecclesiastical power.

And how you'd hate it.

That's worth thinking about.

Mrs. Smith, I must go.

About charming me out of Drogheda...

Mrs. Carson.

What is it you want from me?

Why...

You see, I have a decision to make...

-I'll do what I can.
-It's about my brother.

Your brother?

I thought you once said
you had no family left.

He lives in New Zealand.

but Paddy hasn't fared too well.

He's an experienced man
with the land, however...

and he has a house full of sons.

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.

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.

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.

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...

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...

But Paddy's a Catholic...

It isn't. And I won't try to convert you.

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 chookies.

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?

And why not? He did choose a stable once.

Come on, Ralph. That's a bit precious.

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.

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.

lam...

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.

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 Armstrongs 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...

But it got me Michael Carson.

You've done very well, Mary.

He doted on me till the day he died.

Michael was rich,
but he was a bit of a fool.

-Paddy's not a fool.
-No, but he's penniless.

My reasons for what I do are my own.

I do not discuss them.

Can I help, Frank?

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.

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.

Get out here, you brainless dummy!

Bob, get yourself a sheep.

The fastest bladesman I ever saw...

was old Hee Sing, a Chinaman.

Get in there.

Finished.

What do you think, Pete?

Thanks, Pete!

...in the making.

Slowly.

That's it.

Go on, Stu.

-God--
-You stay out of this.

That's it, Stu. Go ahead.

Get back to work, all of 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.

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.

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.

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--

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.

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 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.

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...

You've given me as much
as any woman could possibly hope for.

-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.

Silly goose.

Gillanbone's only 40 miles away.

-Father Ralph will be there.
-Yes, that's so.

I'll miss you.

Sit up for a minute and listen to me.

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.

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.

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.

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...

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.

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.

He is my husband!

When you insult him, you insult me.

I'm not the Blessed Virgin.

I'm not pure, untainted, and holy.

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 need a wife.

It's time.

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.

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?

Around and around she goes...

the Wheel of Fortune. Step right up.

Make way. Coming through.

but stay out of the pub.

Here, son.

-Daddy! Frank!
-Meggie, me love!

Hello. Look at you in your uniform.

Where's Stuie? Where's Mom?

Stuie stayed home with her.

Hello, Aunt Mary.

-Father.
-Mary, you're looking splendid.

Will you be staying over?

You're very welcome to stay.

No, thank you.
I wouldn't want to disturb all your little...

arrangements.

Nice bit of riding, Alastair.

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.

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.

-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...

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?

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.

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.

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.

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 wish you'd take me with you.

Will you, Frank?

No. What kind of life
would that be for you?

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.

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.

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...

No matter what it costs.

Happy.

There's a story...

a legend...

And singing...

But as it dies...

it rises above its own agony...

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.

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.

Why did you do it, Mary?

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...

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.

"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?

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.

In a Christian country,
all this commotion would mean rain.

Those grazing lands are dry as chips.

Not a mouthful of grass anywhere.

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?

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....

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.

-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.

Not ever.

-What about those tarts you promised me?
-Yes, come on.

Father, I'm so glad I'm not dying.

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.

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.

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.

Honestly, Lucy.
Not bad looking, I suppose...

but such a rube like all those Clearys.

Still, he might do for you.

-Father.
-Happy birthday, Mary.

How delightful you look, like a young girl.

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.

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.

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.

I give you Mary Carson.

May she reign forever.

But no one reigns forever.

The time is coming when I must pass
the reign of Drogheda on to someone else.

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 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.

Let's let others have a chance.

-Of course.
-Please dance.

Cynthia.

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.

that you'll take your place again.

That's what makes me happy.

Father Ralph, about the bingo.
Patricia wants to putin...

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.

and you turned me down.

But I wonder, if you had to choose
between Meggie...

and the cardinal's robe...

which would you choose?

Your wit, perception...

your malice.

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.

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.

You always do it so well.

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.

Yes, hasn't it?

-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...

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.

is it because he hated him
or because he loved him?

But I found a better method.

No, not love.

I'm the goad of your old age, that's all.

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.

I know you're not a child.

But that's just the problem.

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.

in some sort of romantic fashion.

except as an old friend...

All right, my Meggie?

Yes, Father.

I understand.

Come on.

That it's so beautiful, so pure...

We could stay like this forever.

-Father!
-What is it, Mrs. Smith?

It's Mrs. Carson, Father. She's dead.

Yes, Father.

-Father.
-Harry, you've heard?

It's terrible. Terrible.

Father, I must speak to you.

She probably did herself in.

Shouldn't the Clearys be here?

Of course, I had no idea then....

Good Lord. It's a new will...

dated yesterday.

"I, Mary Elizabeth Carson et cetera...

"bequeath all my worldly goods
to the Holy Catholic Church of Rome...

"of the worth and ability of her servant...

"Father Ralph de Bricassart...

Congratulations, Father.

£13 million? I....

But what about the Clearys?

They get to stay on as managers.

and a note to you.

"the richer, won't she?

"But I know what you'll do.

Father, listen.

Please, let's just destroy this.

-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...

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...

"Where your treasure is...

"there will be your heart also."

Let us pray for her immortal soul...

that she, whom we loved in life...

And let us not forget...

that we are dust...

and unto dust we shall return.

"in the Year of our Lord, 1929...

"Mary Elizabeth Carson, née Cleary."

Yesterday.

It was her money, wasn't it?

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?

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.

Well, that settles it.

No, thank you.

You don't think I'm going to leave
until I've seen their faces, do you?

Sometimes, I think
you lack human feeling.

Here they come.

My condolences.

Father.

brother or priest.

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.

I don't understand.

but you'll never quite be "Miss Cleary."
Never quite be one of them.

I don't want to be one of them.

-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.

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.

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.

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.

The Thorn Birds continues.

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