Young Judi Dench: Hey, sisters, y’all never taught me any sex ed and now I’m a pregnant teen. Evil Nuns: Oh dear! The Catholic Church is here to help girls like you. And by “help” we mean force you into slave labor, steal your child, and sell it to a wealthy American family. Old Judi Dench: It’s been 50 years since I lost my son, but I’ve never lost my faith in God. Please give me any information you have on my child. Evil Nuns: We lost all of those documents in a fire… that we set intentionally to destroy any evidence of our wrongdoing. We’re so sorry we can’t be of more help. Journalist: I’m a down on my luck high-profile reporter, but I guess I could try to be of assistance to a commoner like you. [Flies to America with Dench to track down her son.] I don’t know why I didn’t do a simple internet search before flying all the way out here, but I just discovered that your son is dead. Judi Dench: [cries] What else can you tell me? Journalist: He was a prominent D.C. Republican in the 80s. Also, he was a closeted homosexual who died from AIDS. Judi Dench: What a lovely life! One I could have never provided him with! Journalist: More importantly, he traveled to the convent in Ireland to try to find you. He’s buried there, even. [yells at nuns] You knew all along that this mother and son were trying to reconnect, but you lied to them! Shame on you! Evil Nuns: Who cares? That’s what sinners get! Burn in hell! Judi Dench: Oh well. You may have purposely ruined my life, but I forgive you anyway, sisters. Journalist: You have taught me so much about faith, Judi Dench.