The First Legion Page #8

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the truth, Monsignor?

Would I permit him to lie

about a thing like that?

I don't know.

Everything seems to be a lie.

Maybe he thinks he can shock me.

Make me stand up and

walk like Father Sierra.

Of that, I would lie to you, Terry.

You've no idea what lies I would

tell you if they would help.

But .. but what about

all the other cases?

Lots of people were helped.

You can't deny that.

Honey, they helped themselves. These were

all cases to do with the nervous system.

Like so many motors that turn

over if they get the right spark.

But your case is different, Terry.

Yours is organic.

Organic? Yes.

It's like a break in the wiring system

of a car. A break that can't be mended.

It can't.

Terry.

There are other things in the world.

Enough of them to make life pretty good.

Don't worry.

You said yourself, you thought it

would be a great joke on the Fathers.

Well, I've got a sense of humour too.

I can take a .. joke.

Terry.

I'm sorry for what I've done.

Well, I guess being sorry isn't enough.

It doesn't change anything.

I'll be moving out of town as soon

as I can get my things together.

May I see you again before I go?

And you think I would close

my door in your face?

Thanks, Monsignor.

Take care of her.

Have you heard from your mother, Terry?

Well .. I suppose she

must be in Rome by now.

Oh by the way. Thanks for saving

the stamps for me. They're beautiful.

You know, if I were an angel ..

I think half the fun would be flying

from one new place to another.

And bringing home all the stamps.

Terry.

Would it be so bad to be

deprived of a miracle?

Well, I suppose it must be if

you need one badly enough.

It's hard for me to understand.

I see miracles everywhere I look.

They are there all the time.

I'm an old man.

And the only prayer I ever learned

to say was the "Our Father".

And that's left everything up to Heaven.

Once I learned to say it and mean it.

I saw miracles everywhere I looked.

We're miracles ourselves.

And what more proof

would one need of God?

It's a miracle that God

loves us .. but He does.

He does.

Yes, Monsignor.

And He loves you too, Terry.

And He never forgets.

Well, I must be going, I guess.

Good morning. Good morning.

Good morning, Monsignor.

Cleaning up the miracle, huh?

That's right.

Caesar, here! Caesar, come here.

Back here, go. Get in there Caesar.

Stay there.

Good morning. Good morning.

How goes everything with the grand

army of Heaven this beautiful morning?

May I advise you Monsignor, that

you are addressing the acting-Rector.

And the acting Vice-Rector

of St Gregory's.

Oh.

Well then, are congratulations

in order, Father Rector?

No .. not quite .. not yet, Monsignor.

Sit down. Thank you.

We've reason to believe, that we may have

official word on the matter quite soon.

You sent for me, Father Keene?

Yes, I did.

But I did not send for Father Arnoux.

Isn't that your dog, Monsignor?

Now Caesar, down.

I told him to stay in the car but,

he likes to hear the latest news.

I took the liberty of asking

Father Arnoux to accompany me.

No matter. What I have to say might

just as well be said to you both.

As acting-Rector it is my duty to make

various assignments for the house.

And frankly Fathers, I am puzzled.

I hardly know how to place you.

I gather that you Father Arnoux, have not

been at all happy with us here, of late.

As for you Father Quarterman,

I can't seem to account for you at all.

We carry you as a guest of the house but

you seem to be assigned to no province.

May I suggest that ..

Perhaps this cable from

Rome will clarify matters.

Ah, it is from Father General,

and it says ..

It says that Father Quarterman

is an official visitor.

With power over us all.

Even over Father Provincial if necessary.

So they're changing the guard

at Buckingham Palace.

Father Quarterman, I am at your service.

Thank you, Father Keene.

I am happy to announce .. Fathers.

That your new Rector

will be Father Arnoux.

Father Quarterman.

I don't know what to say.

On that point Father, our rules are quite

explicit. You have only to say "yes".

Yes.

Father Keene is relieved as of today.

Father Sierra becomes Vice-Rector.

What, if I may I ask, is your

pleasure with respect to myself?

Father Keene, your severity

almost tempts me to suggest ..

That for the next thirty days

you make the long retreat.

But instead, I recommend to Father Rector

that he assign you to library work.

And also, to loan you on Sundays to the

Monsignor whenever he has need of you.

Oh no ..

Father Keene is a valuable man.

You can't spare him.

Besides, the honour is to me.

Why do I deserve such an honour?

An order is an order.

I accept what is given me.

But I fail to understand

how it could happen.

Ah, my boy, discipline, discipline.

It's a lovely and wonderful thing.

Well goodbye for now, Father .. Rector.

And the best of everything to you.

Thank you, Monsignor.

You must always feel at home here.

I will, if you stop

serving those awful ..

I think I can promise some

French cooking from now on.

Do it .. come on, Caesar .. come.

Caesar!

Caesar!

Such a nice sense of discipline.

Perhaps he too should have been a Jesuit?

Caesar!

Hello.

Hello, Father.

Would it be alright Father,

if I said a prayer in your Chapel?

Well, there must be some mistake.

Our Chapel is not always open

to the public. This is a Seminary.

Oh. But how did you get in?

Oh that was easy. Joe brought me.

Joe? Who is he?

He drives a delivery truck so

this morning he delivered me.

I came in the back way.

You don't mind, do you?

Well, I'm sorry, but I'll have to ask you

to leave .. you see, a rule is a rule.

But I want to say a prayer in the Chapel

where you prayed for Father Sierra.

It's quite impossible. I told you, our

Chapel is not always open to the public.

What's the matter with

everyone all of a sudden?

It was a miracle.

I don't care what anyone says.

You can't just lock it up and put it away

as if nothing had happened, can you?

My dear child ..

You're just like Dr Morrell.

Dr Morrell?

He too tried to tell me that

everything was all over.

Just a minute.

Is your name Terry?

Yes .. how did you know?

Well, we Jesuits get

around now and then.

Couldn't you break a rule just once?

No, Terry. I can't say it's alright

for you to go into Chapel.

But you can say a

prayer here if you like.

Oh thank you, Father.

That's something, anyway.

Now Terry, if you'll wait here,

I'll see about getting you back to town.

Oh, Doctor. Just the man I'm looking for.

Well, good morning and

congratulations Father Rector.

I've come to say I've done

everything you wanted.

I've told everybody everything

and now I'm discharging myself.

Peter .. I want you to stay

on as the house physician.

Sorry, Father. Take it from me.

We're from two different worlds.

Better not try to mix them.

What is it you're angry about now?

Starting a new war with Heaven?

No, Father. I've learned my lesson.

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