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Thorn Birds movie 22 I'm very concerned about Meggie and your daughter

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If it came down to a choice between Meggie's life and the baby's what would your conscience advise? The Church is clear on that point, Doctor. Neither may be sacrificed to save the other. You're a priest and I suppose you must speak as a priest. It doesn't seem so clear to an ordinary man like me. If the husband were here. If I were the husband I think I couldn't bear to sacrifice her for anything. Then she didn't know that you'd returned here to Australia. No, I thought it best. Her letter was forwarded on to me from Rome. When I read it, I had to come. I felt there must be something wrong. We're just glad you did come, Your Grace. It's good to know there's someone in the world who cares about the poor girl. No, thank you. I want to go back in to her. Cares about her, Luddie? If you ask me, he's in love with her. Isn't she a beauty? There's nothing wrong with you, is there? Hush up. We could all use some rest. Yes, I think we could all use a little rest. Here. I'm afraid dear Justine is going to be a screamer. She might as well learn early. Meggie, all babies cry. Yes. Here you go. I must go soon. I expected that. It's funny how you always show up for life's great crises and then just melt away like the Holy Ghost. I'm sorry you're not happier about the baby. Before she was born I said I hated her. I don't. What I wouldn't give if she were yours instead of Luke's. Why must the Church have all of you? Even that part of you she has no use for, your manhood. You already know the answer to that, my Meggie. It is a necessary sacrifice. "Necessary." Come off it, Ralph. I'm not a child anymore. And I'm not your Meggie! I never was! All those years that I loved you and I waited for you, and I wanted you! You never wanted me. So I tried to forget you with someone else. He doesn't want me either. You think you're no ordinary man but there's not a penny's worth of difference between you and Luke O'Neill. You're both just great, big, hairy moths bashing yourselves to pieces over a silly flame. While all the while out there in the cool night there's food and love and babies to get. Don't you see it? Do you want it? No. And so it's back after the flame again, until it kills you. God knows how much I've hurt you. But I do love you. Yes, you love me. And God more than me. And yourself most of all, Ralph. Yourself and your ambition. This is very hard, I know. But please, don't let it make you hard. You've always been my rose. The most beautiful human image and thought An image? A thought? That's all I am to you, isn't it, you romantic, dreaming fool? You haven't the least idea what real love is! Go away! I can't bear to look at you anymore! There's one thing you've forgotten about your precious roses, Ralph. They've got nasty, hooky thorns! Bring the truck around. Wait for me, please. Good day. I'm looking for Luke O'Neill. He's down the end. Getting a little close, aren't you, there? What's a priest doing here? He ain't giving me the last rites. Look for the lines now. All right. Mr. O'Neill? That's right. I've come about your wife. Meghann? She's not any sicker, is she? The baby was born on Wednesday. A girl. I'm Archbishop de Bricassart. Saints preserve us. The famous Father Ralph. Mr. O'Neill, I'm very concerned about Meggie and your daughter. They need a home and they need you. I suppose Meghann sent you? No, but she wrote to me, as you know. I can understand why you might not want to accept my money but for Meggie's sake, I urge you to reconsider. We can certainly make it a loan. Now, wait a minute! Who the hell do you think you are, telling me what we can and can't do? Meghann's my wife, not yours. Then be a husband to her, man. If you can't give her the love she deserves at least give her some kind of decent life. She's not starving. And she's got the kid she tricked me into. What's the complaint? She can wait till I'm ready to quit the cane. When I'm offering you the means to have what you say you want Do you think I'd take a brass razoo from you? Get out of here, Your Holiness, and take your means with you. I work for what I have. Or marry for it. Why, you flaming Catholic poof. I ought to knock your head off. No bloody fear. I won't spoil your nice dress. But don't let's talk about which of us got the most of Meghann's money. Go on, mate, we got work to do. Good on you, Luke.

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