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You are charged that you did unlawfully procure and supply
a poison or other noxious thing, knowing that the same
was to be unlawfully used or employed with the intent
to procure the miscarriage of Orla Healy, contrary to Section 59
of the Offences against the Person Act 1861.
A little bit more?
Oh, there you go! That's your favourite, isn't it?
Wee bit more?
I know, I know! Yum! Yum, yum, yum!
Good boy!
You'll not want to be late, today of all days.
Would you stop hassling me?
I'm not going to be late, for God's sakes!
- When am I ever late? - When are you ever not?
Look, OK, it's geography, I know you hate it,
but it's the last exam. You'll be done by dinner time,
and then you'll be free for the whole summer.
Stop fussing me!
Will we have pizza tonight? You know, 'cos we're celebrating?
Orla!
Morning.
Han?
Hannah?
You're not going to work?
I'm never as late as I look.
There are two sorts of women in this world -
ones who are dying for their periods to come
and ones who are dying for it not to.
Oh, please don't tell me we've got to keep trying.
Get in that shower, stinky boy!
No obvious reason. I'm taking my folio acid and my vitamins.
And eating your green leafies? Both of yous?
Frozen peas don't count, do they?
My daughter swore by yoga.
No, don't laugh! Anything that helps you relax, I suppose.
Well, I've tried everything else.
It'll happen for you.
I know it will.
You'll make such a lovely mum.
But you managed to get her out of bed.
Ach, I don't think she had much sleep last night.
Did you not hear that awful music playing in the wee hours?
And did you not listen to miserable romantic rubbish
- when you were her age? - I listened to Kylie Minogue.
I wish you hadn't told me that.
- Cooee! - I'll catch you later.
- All right. - Perfect timing, though I say it myself.
- Thanks, Mummy. - No, you leave all that for me, love.
We'll get your mummy organised! What a lovely boy!
There's new bananas in the bowl there today.
Ach, I brought me own, just in case.
We know your mummy and the shopping, don't we, love? Oh!
Right, OK. I'll see you later.
Bye-bye! Bye-bye!
- Morning, morning! - Morning, Theresa!
She's really good, my mummy - and God knows I need the help...
- But she lets you know how lucky you are. - Yep. Loud and clear.
I feel guilty saying it to anyone but you.
When it comes to mothers,
where does feeling guilty ever get us, huh?
Don't answer that.
- I actually heard from my boy last night. - Oh, that's great!
- You must be so relieved. - Yeah.
Where's he got to now?
Somewhere in Thailand that I can't pronounce.
Safe and sound, though?
I'm his mother. I don't even go there.
You heard anything from her?
Just a text: "Meetin' my friends, back later."
Well. I'm going to take that to mean...
... nothing to worry about.
This idea that I'm the only one round here who ever worries...
Oh! He loves watching the news, though God only knows why.
Hey, you. Oh! Hello, little boy!
Orla?
I'll see you tomorrow.
- Thanks, Mummy. - Bye! See you later!
I remember what it was like -
just sitting in that room, staring at that bit of paper
and the teacher saying, "Turn over, you may begin,"
and... my mind just going blank!
I mean, the words, the questions - it was all double Dutch!
So don't be worrying, OK?
Hm?
I'm pregnant.
- You sure? - Yeah.
He won't leave me alone.
He says he loves me.
So he'll stand by you, then?
Hey.
- We getting a bit late for them pizzas? - Er, no, no. You go ahead.
You put them in. She's back. She's fine. Sounds fine.
But, you know... Stop fussin' with Mummy.
- 15 minutes, ladies! - Yeah.
Don't tell him.
Promise.
- Well... - Can't it just be you and me again?
What are you doing?
Girls like me go to England, don't they? It's what they do.
A thousand girls a year. It says so here.
We've never even been to England.
Where would we get that kind of money?
I mean, there'll be flights on top of that.
And...
... abortion is a sin, Orla.
It's a mortal sin.
That's so easy to say...
... until it happens to you.
So you took him back, then?
Yeah.
That much of an idiot.
But it's over now?
That's me trying to run away.
Jesus Christ!
When I told him...
... he said he'd kick it out of me.
He said he'd stab me the day that it was born.
He says I've got to get rid of it.
Says he'll tell everybody I'm a slag.
Please don't say anything, please don't.
Please.
I can say I'll help you.
And I can say I love you.
I'm SO ashamed.
What's going on?
Nothing.
Exams. We're... We're done.
We're done.
I like the middle one. Don't say you can't tell the difference.
I like yellow. I don't hold with all the pink and blue stuff.
No, me neither.
OK, so I won't start knitting before I actually fall pregnant...
Whatever you want is fine with me.
I never knew it was possible to want anything this much.
No!
It's one of the most restrictive abortion laws
in the world.
Anyone who illegally terminates a pregnancy in Northern Ireland
could be sent to prison for life.
Marie Stopes is the only private clinic
to offer abortion advice in Belfast.
And every day since it opened, protesters have gathered outside...
- I am just behind that woman with the dark hair. - Let me see.
No, I've gone!
- Theresa, come and see this. - In a wee bit.
You should stand near the front next time, Louise.
Look, there's Deirdre.
Yeah, and Annemarie.
There's a dozen or more of us from church.
Do the mothers of these girls not know what they get up to?
- Or do they not care? - It's not a young girl's kind of thing.
Grown women come to that place, women old enough to know better.
It's just shameful.
- OK, I think we're done here, aren't we? - Ah!
Good boy! Let's get you home.
Good boy!
- There we go. - Thanks, Mum.
- Bye-bye! - Love, if you have still a gap
between 10.00 and 11.00,
the product shelf's looking a bit thin.
Theresa?
Oh! He's just gorgeous.
- They grow up so fast. - Hm. Blink and you miss it, eh?
Oh, don't forget, I have to leave at half one today.
Say yes to life, say yes to life, say yes to life... !
So, there's no days when you don't have the protesters outside?
We have a team of trained volunteers
to escort you past them if that's a service you'd like.
I don't... I don't know.
Theresa! If you've got a wee minute,
this is really starting to get on my nerves.
Yeah, sit yourself down, Mummy.
I'll get it!
Yeah, just bills.
Right.
This one now and four of these tomorrow.
Ach, love.
Would it be so bad?
We already have one baby in the house.
You wouldn't be on your own.
You know, it might even be fun to watch them grow up together.
I want a life, Ma.
I want to do my A-levels. I want to go to university.
You know? I don't want...
A life like mine.
You're not still in touch with him?
- He's still in touch with me. - Can you not switch your phone off?!
If I go through with this...
... I'll have him out of my life forever.
Dear God!
This is a huge thing,
a terrible thing. You mustn't do it just 'cos it's what he wants.
It's what I want, Ma.
I'm doing it for me.
Thank you.
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