And Washington.

You’re depressed. - Well, I got the sack. I’m unemployed.

Yes, but it wasn’t your fault was it? - That’s why I’m depressed.

What are you working on at the moment?

I know this woman. She had a baby when she was a teenager...

She’s kept it secret for 50 years.

You’re talking about a human interest story. I don’t do those.

Why not?

Do you think I should do a human interest story?

Philomena, how are you?

I had a hip replacement last year Martin...

Titanium so it won’t rust.

Otherwise I’d have to oil you, like the Tin Man.

Is that right? - He’s just joking, mum. Ha!

I was going to ask you if it would be possible not to use my real name in the story...

What about Ann Boleyn?

It’s a lovely name... but somebody had that already.

We’re going to have to use your real name, Philomena.

I really want to know if he’s alright.

Perhaps these older nuns can help us with some of the details.

I don’t think that’s going to be possible.

Why not? - You’re a journalist. I used to be.

Martin is a Roman Catholic. - Yes. Well, no, I used to be.

My guess is that Anthony was adopted and sent to America.

I think I would like to go...

I’d like to know if Anthony ever thought of me...

I’ve thought of him every day.

Do you ever walk?

Or,we could watch Big Momma’s House. A little black man pretending to be a fat black lady.

It looks very smart! Ha!

You told four people today that they are all one-in-a-million. What are the chances of that?

What if he died in Vietnam, or lived on the street?

Or what if he was obese?

What makes you think he’d be obese. - Because of the size of the portions.

That’s my Anthony. - I met him,

Where? - At the White House.

Dear god. What was he like? And did you remember anything he said?

Hello. - Hello? It might have been Hi. - Oh Martin!

I did not abandon my child...

He was taken from me.

She’s been looking for him. She’s spent her whole life trying to find him.

I’ve never been to Mexico, but I believe it’s lovely...

Apart from the kidnappings.