Stigmata Page #2

- Heart rate is irregular.

Blood pressure's off the map.

- Let's change cuffs.

- Where's the IV?

I'm calling it. Code blue.

Get the paddles. Get some gel.

OK, ready?

- Get the paddles.

- All right, clear.

Temperature and blood pressure

are back to normal.

- Who are you?

- I'm Dr Reston.

- Do you know what your name is?

- What happened?

- Where am I?

- You're in the emergency room.

You were found unconscious.

Do you remember anything?

No.

Jesus!

Can I get some more help over here?

We need some four-by-fours.

We have a very deep laceration here.

Oh, my God, it's gone right through.

Miss, you can't go in there.

Doctor, I just need to know what's...

She'll be fine.

Please have a seat. Thank you.

These are puncture wounds

caused by the entry of a sharp object.

Are you in any pain?

No. That's weird, isn't it?

Wow, will you look at that!

It only bleeds when I touch it.

Maybe you should not touch it.

Both wounds are identical.

The same size, same shape.

She missed the main artery

by less then a centimeter.

You keep saying "she". I didn't do this.

What's happening in your life, Frankie?

Do you have a lot of stress at work?

I cut hair.

Any trouble with a significant other?

- Yes.

- And that is?

I'm not very significant.

Look, how long's this gonna take?

I wanna go home.

You should stay here.

We need to get a handle on this.

There's nothing to get a handle on.

I won't kid you. With wounds like this,

it's obvious they were self-inflicted.

You think I did this?

It would never happen.

I love being me. Ask anyone.

Frankie,

turn the light off, honey,

and come to bed.

Do you smell flowers

in here or something?

No.

Smells like jasmine

or hyacinth or something.

I don't smell anything.

You need anything?

No.

Good night.

Good night.

- I'm here to see Brother Delmonico.

- You've got to sign in.

- I'll only be five minutes.

- Everyone has to sign in.

Duty-free.

- Welcome back, Andrew.

- Gianni, come stai?

God is good.

So how was Belo Quinto?

How do you know about Belo Quinto?

I was sent to Sao Paulo.

- God lives here. We know everything.

- Oh, yes, I forgot.

So how are you doing?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I travel round the world

investigating... miracles.

And then I disprove them.

The real miracle is

anybody believes anything.

- I don't know what I'm doing.

- None of us know what we are doing.

- So what are you working on?

- I have no idea.

How can you translate something

if you've no idea?

I'm a linguist.

I translate words, not their relevance.

- But this one is a second-century gospel.

- How many is that now?

I've helped translate about 15.

That only leaves 20 still to go.

So there are... what? 35 gospels?

Everyone had a different experience

of Jesus, so they wrote different stories.

All the gospels,

they are interpretations,

memories,

dreams, reflections.

And there's no one gospel

in Jesus' actual words?

We're all blind men in a cave,

looking for the candle

that was lit 2,000 years ago.

So what's in this text?

I was only given every third page.

- Why?

- The most sensitive documents

are always divided into threes among us.

One third to the Dominicans,

one third to the Franciscans,

and one third to us Jesuits.

The truth of any document

is only known to a very powerful few.

That's typical of this place, isn't it?

We live in a highly competitive world,

Andrew.

The Church is no exception.

Nothing ever gets out of here, does it?

Unless, of course, they want it to.

Both wounds are identical.

Same size, same shape.

She missed the main artery

by less than a centimeter.

You think I did this?

What's happening in your life, Frankie?

- So, Jen, tell us about your date.

- It was with a tax lawyer.

A tax lawyer?

When I met him he seemed cool.

Hey, hi, you guys.

- How are you feeling?

- Fine.

Really OK, or just OK?

I'm fine. So how's my day looking?

I started your first client

and you're booked solid.

Thanks. Wanna come over here?

OK, well, go back to Jen and dish the dirt.

So,

he seemed pretty cool.

Divorced, but no kids.

But he left the table in the middle of

dinner to call his mother in Oregon.

Major points for the long-distance mom.

Yeah. You know,

I thought I'd give him a shot,

but you won't believe what he did.

Every single time he took

a bite of his steak,

he growled. He growled!

Sh*t!

Stop! There's a baby!

Stop!

Wait!

There's a baby!

Frankie, what are you doing!

Where's the baby?!

Watch it, lady!

- Frankie!

- Where's the lady! Did you see her!

She dropped her baby!

Frankie, there was no baby, honey.

There's no baby and there's no lady.

- What's happening?

- No, honey, it's...

There was a lady. I saw her!

- There was not a lady.

- She dropped her baby!

I swear... I swear!

I just wanna get you home, OK?

You all right?

We'll be home in a minute.

- Frankie...

- Hey, you!

- Are you speaking to me?

- Are you Andrew Kiernan?

Andrew Kiernan? No.

My name's Father Durning.

May I help you?

No-one can help me now. I'm f***ed.

Passengers please exit the train.

Somebody help!

Frankie Paige?

We're gonna schedule some more tests

- for this afternoon around four.

- Did you run a pregnancy test?

Yes.

Am I pregnant?

No.

- Was I?

- I don't know.

Take this, all of you, and drink from it,

for this is the cup of my blood,

shed for you, and for all men,

so that sins may be forgiven.

Do this in memory of me.

This is the blood of Christ.

This is the blood of Christ.

This is the blood of Christ.

Well, am I psychotic, or dying, or both?

Well, none of the above.

Actually,

I think that you are quite rational,

and despite your wounds

you're in very good health.

But there is another possibility

that is of concern.

Epilepsy.

Epilepsy?

We've run some preliminary tests,

and, all things considered,

I think it might explain a lot.

But that seems impossible.

How can you just wake up one day

and have that?

Well, you can't, but, uh,

you described blunt trauma to the head,

disturbing hallucinations.

You're hearing voices.

- These could all indicate epilepsy.

- So what do we do now?

We're gonna insert some electrodes

into the upper neo-cortex.

Wait a minute, wait.

You want to put wires inside my head?

Frankie, we're gonna do whatever we can

to find out what's causing this.

You hang in there.

Epilepsy?

- You should get a second opinion.

- Miss Paige?

I'm Father Durning.

You spoke to me on the train.

- I'd like to talk about what happened.

- Why?

Do you know what the stigmata are?

Father,

I gotta get Frankie home. Thanks.

I understand how you feel, but please

call me if you change your mind.

Andrew, come in.

I think we've found your next assignment.

I was hoping you'd changed your mind

about sending me to Belo Quinto.

We have no record

of a church in Belo Quinto.

What? That's impossible.

There must be some mistake.

No mistake, Father.

I have checked into it myself.

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