The First Legion Page #2

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around you. Your childhood, your music.

And your faith in God.

But it is not like that.

Anyhow, wherever a man is

he has to live for something.

What is it you want to live for?

Your music?

If I can't find peace of soul

in this house, just as it is ..

What chance would I have

of finding it in a piano?

You won't find much

peace outside, either.

The fact is, John.

It's a very difficult world.

It's ailing in every

joint and it has fever.

And it stinks like an

old-time sick-room.

Then, that's where we ought to be instead

of locked up here doing nothing about it.

Tom .. if we manage to do

anything at all, it will be from here.

Well, Marc .. as a lawyer, you must

have known the world pretty well.

Well, I was involved in

over fifty cases of murder.

So, you had an excellent reason for

coming here. For you it was an escape.

You wouldn't rebel.

No .. well, I think Father Rector

has certain memories about me.

I was not always happy here.

Are you happy here now?

Come on, let's be very honest about it.

I can be very honest.

I could never find peace anywhere else.

Oh, I still rebel now and then.

Discipline can be hard.

And mind you .. I don't pretend I love

every man in this house like a brother.

Every minute of the day.

No you don't.

But I belong here.

That might be alright for you, Marc.

But we don't belong.

That's not for me to answer.

Nor for you for that matter.

Belonging comes ..

I don't know how.

You're reading or praying or sitting in

the window watching the rain come down.

Then suddenly you feel

at home .. and at peace.

You belong.

And then, you can

begin to help the world.

And you can really help.

I know better than you what it needs.

Were you ever in the main ward of a

County Hospital on a Saturday night?

When they bring in the

beatings and the drunks.

All the people who try to kill

themselves and each other.

Because they have nothing to cling to.

No faith, no love, no roots, no altar.

Those are the things

you ought to bring them.

Can you?

Are you ready?

John .. where is your own faith?

Where?

[ Bell ]

There is the bell for class.

Marc.

Did Father Rector send

you here to talk to me?

Why yes. He did ask me to look in on you.

Follow these instructions

for now Brother Mayer.

Yes, doctor. Thank you.

Blessed Joseph.

Blessed Joseph.

Morrell .. Peter Morrell.

Hello Father .. small world isn't it?

How is Father Sierra?

The poor chap is running a high fever.

He's talking about Blessed Joseph

all the time. Who would that be?

Blessed Joseph Martin,

the founder of this house.

A Jesuit Bishop.

One of the few. I see.

I can't believe my eyes. The last

time I saw you was .. let me see ..

Fordham College.

I was one of your students.

Of course .. yes. Yes, I remember.

You will also remember

that I was thrown out.

Quite a row, wasn't it.

It just doesn't pay to call

the Dean a pious hypocrite.

No, it doesn't. Although I still think

they should have let you graduate.

Thanks. Perhaps it was all for the best.

Fordham's loss was Harvard's gain.

Well.

And what is a Harvard man

doing in this little town?

Born here.

I came back here when I got tired

of the rest of the world and ..

First thing I know I've inherited a few

Jesuits along with Dr Morton's practice.

Quite a joke, isn't it.

No joke to Father Sierra.

Tell me .. is his condition alarming?

Yes, quite. There is some congestion

of the lung. Pneumonia maybe.

Three years on your back as a paralytic

may be good for the soul but ..

It's poor preparation for the kind

of fight his body is up against now.

The whole case is rather puzzling.

Puzzling?

I was just thinking. If he had as much

faith in his legs as he has in ..

The Blessed Joseph, he might

not need a doctor at all.

Is Father Rector free?

Is Father Rector free?

Sorry, doctor.

Father Rector is with Father Quarterman.

He said not to put any calls through.

How do you like that?

What do I do to get to see him

about one of his own men?

Get an appointment a week in advance?

Look, Father. Brother.

What? "Brother" not "Father".

Okay. Brother.

I'm just as busy as Father Rector.

Oh, really.

So please tell him if he wants a report

on the patient, he can call my office.

Or speak to me when I come back this

evening to look in on Father Sierra.

So long, Father.

Rather impatient.

He's just reminding

himself he doesn't like us.

No, Edward, not a word. I know you're

tired. You've come here for a rest.

Ah Marc, you are just in time.

Father Quarterman.

Father Arnoux.

Father, this is a great honour.

The pleasure is mine.

I've admired your articles for years.

I only write about things.

You go out and do them.

All over the world.

It is like suddenly meeting Marco Polo

and realizing he's not just a legend.

There Edward, what did I tell you?

You'll have the whole house at your feet.

Now, you go along now, and Brother

Clifford will show you to your room.

Be sure to be at your best tonight.

Father Quarterman will have interesting

things to tell us about India.

Well, good day to you, Father.

Good day, Father.

Come in Marc .. did you have a

chance to speak with Father Fulton?

Yes I did. The situation is

worse than I thought.

When are you leaving?

Tonight. As soon as I can.

I don't want to make a scene about it.

I'll leave a letter of resignation

in Father Rector's office.

That's all there is to it.

Maybe this is goodbye .. for a while.

Where is John?

John.

We missed you in Chapel.

Let's get together afterwards.

And really talk this through.

Marc, there's nothing more to talk about.

Nothing.

Is he conscious?

From time to time.

He mentions your name.

Good evening, Doctor.

Good evening.

How is he? Still delirious.

Is there any change in his condition?

If the fever breaks tonight,

we'll be alright .. if not ..

He was one of my professors when I first

came here as a novice. I've always ..

Felt very close to him.

I know.

Is there anything one can do to help?

No, we're doing everything possible.

I'll sit up the next few

hours with Father Sierra.

You can take the last shift, Brother.

Thank you, Doctor. I do want

to hear Father Quarterman.

Goodbye Jos.

God be with you.

John ..

John ..

Ah, my militant friends.

Good evening, good evening.

Well, well. Monsignor,

what can we do for you?

Father Rector said Father Quarterman will

be showing some pictures about India.

Oh, Father Rector invited you here?

And I've never been to India,

and not to a good movie since ..

Lassie Meets Frankenstein.

Well, there's always something

interesting going on with the Jesuits.

Monsignor, good evening.

Oh, Father Quarterman. Bobby.

Permit me:
Monsignor Carey.

An old friend of Father Rector's.

And this is .. Caesar.

Now, Caesar, really ..

Good dog, good dog. Come on, doggy.

I'm sorry.

Oh, never mind, never mind.

Monsignor.

I'm so happy to meet you, your grace.

No, no. Not "your grace". No?

Now that I'm back from the foreign

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