The Miracle of Our Lady of Fatima Page #2

at the same hour,

then I will tell you who I am

and what I want.

Shall I go to heaven?

Yes, you will.

And Jacinta?

Also.

And Francisco?

Yes.

But he will have to say

many rosaries.

Lcia,

I can see her now.

I see her plain.

Do you wish to offer

yourself to God?

To endure all the suffering

he may please to send you?

To help atone for the sins

by which he is offended?

And to ask

for the conversion of sinners?

Shall we?

Yes, we do.

Yes, my lady.

Then you will have much

to suffer.

But the grace of God

will be your comfort.

My God, my God.

I love you

in the most blessed sacrament.

Say the rosary every day

to obtain peace for the world

and to end the war.

The beautiful lady

is gone.

But she'll come back.

She said so.

Didn't she, Lcia?

Don't talk.

It's too wonderful.

[WHISTLING CHEERFULLY]

[BRAYING]

Hello there,

little ones.

Hello, Hugo.

Hi, Hugo.

Hey. Hey, wait a minute,

it's Hugo.

Don't you know me?

Have I changed so much

since this morning,

or have you suddenly

become rich,

lost interest

in your poor friend?

No, Hugo, we saw you.

Hey, what's the matter?

Anything wrong?

What happened?

We saw a beautiful lady

in the cova.

Will you please tell me

what a beautiful lady

would be doing in the cova?

It's getting late,

we'd better--

She came from heaven.

[CHUCKLES]

From heaven, huh?

Well, a stranger in these parts.

Maybe, uh...

Maybe she needs somebody

to show her around, huh?

She came in a cloud of light,

standing on a little tree.

Oh, Hugo, she was so pretty...

and so sad...

because the world

is so bad.

And we must pray awful hard

and make God feel better.

What's all this?

Beautiful ladies in trees

making speeches?

[LAUGHS]

You children must have

stayed out in the sun too long.

We did see her, Hugo.

And she was from heaven.

Don't say she wasn't, Hugo,

please.

[SOBBING]

Because we love her,

and if she doesn't come back...

Oh, baby.

I didn't say anything.

But you don't

believe it.

All right.

If you say it,

I believe it.

You saw a lady? Good.

She came from heaven?

Fine, that's fine.

You convinced me of that.

Only, uh...

Let's keep it among ourselves,

huh? A secret.

You'll tell nobody

but Hugo.

Why not?

Because other people

might not understand.

And they might make fun of you,

say ugly things.

Make you

very unhappy.

What do you say

we keep it quiet, huh?

Just don't tell anybody

but Hugo.

Hugo's right.

We won't tell anybody.

Good.

Now, go on home.

Go on, go on.

Goodbye.

Hello.

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

Oh, Mama, Papa you're late.

Did you find a good pig?

You're a nice pig, come here.

Nice pig.

Come on, that's it.

[SQUEALING]

[LAUGHING AND SCREAMING]

Did you go to Mass in Batalha?

Yes, at the cathedral.

Such a crowd, such music.

I hope you girls

have supper started.

The soup's nearly ready.

Mama, Mama,

I have something to tell you.

Jacinta, you promised.

We saw a lady at the cova.

A pretty lady

who came down from heaven.

[LAUGHS]

Not now, little one.

I have no time

for your fairy stories.

But you've got to listen

because it's true.

We saw her,

and she talked to us.

And then suddenly

she wasn't there anymore.

Mercy's sake,

what's got into the child?

It's no story.

I saw it too.

But we promised Lcia

we wouldn't tell.

That Lcia,

she put her up to this.

No, she didn't.

The lady was there,

all shining in light.

It blinded our eyes.

Francisco, a boy your age

telling such things.

No, now,

give them a chance.

Something must

have happened.

Don't cry, mimosa.

I'll listen to you.

Where's Lcia?

In the bedroom.

I told her

she had to eat.

Leave her alone.

It's her stomach, not yours.

Lcia?

What's the matter

with the child?

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Open the door,

Carolina.

Aunt Olmpia.

Lcia told you

about the vision?

MARIA ROSA:

Lcia? The vision?

What a wonderful thing.

Our children chosen by

the Holy Mother herself.

The Holy Mother?

What vision?

What are you talking about?

Lcia, Jacinta told everything.

They're out there now

talking about it, everybody.

Oh, Francisco,

why didn't you stop her?

I tried to. I couldn't.

Lcia, come out here.

Did you say you saw the Blessed

Virgin in the cova today?

I didn't

say anything, Mama.

But we did see

a lovely lady in a cloud.

Who else could it be?

She didn't say who she was.

A lady in a cloud?

Who's making up

these silly stories?

Jacinta and Francisco

say it's true.

They've never lied to us,

Maria Rosa, but--

They saw

the Mother of God?

In the cova

of all places.

Why should

she come there?

Stories like this can bring

the police to our door.

Mama, Papa, the whole village

is talking about us.

Tell your aunt and uncle you put

this nonsense in Jacinta's head.

But she didn't.

It happened.

Maria Rosa,

give her a chance.

Tell them you saw no lady.

Tell them you lied.

I didn't lie, Mama.

It's the truth.

Truth, huh?

I'll teach you the truth.

[SOBBING]

MARIA ROSA:

God help me.

All I need is that my youngest

should commit a deadly sin.

As if the Blessed Virgin

had nothing better to do

than ride around

in lighted clouds

and talk to silly children.

But, Maria Rosa,

it was the others who said

it was the Blessed Virgin,

not Lcia.

She was always a pious child,

Father,

but she loves stories

of saints and visions

and now she's making them up

herself.

Oh, when I think

of the blasphemy.

Where is this cova

you're talking about?

It's a 10-minute walk

from here.

It's my land, Father,

a place where we graze

the sheep.

I've pleaded with her.

Maria Rosa pleads

with a heavy hand.

Yes,

and I've punished her too.

But still,

she won't admit she lied.

Perhaps she isn't

aware of it.

These so-called visions are,

for the most part,

manifestations

of hysteria.

A little girl's

imagination.

But, Father,

the boy saw it too.

A child influenced by a mind

stronger than his own.

[CHUCKLES]

It's nothing to worry about.

You say, uh...

this lady of theirs

is supposed to appear again?

A month from today.

Why, that's Saint Anthony's

Feast Day.

A day the children love.

[CHUCKLES]

I don't think Lcia

and the others

will want to miss

the fun here in Ftima.

Ignore this thing.

Don't let it be mentioned

in your house.

In a month, they'll forget

all about it.

You'll see I'm right.

Thank you, Father.

Good night, Father.

FRANCISCO:

Papa!

JACINTA:

Mama, Mama,

where are you going?

To the market at Pedreiras.

This is the day

the lady said

she'd come back

to the cova.

Please stay

and go with us.

No lady appeared to you,

you foolish child.

Don't tell me you tadpoles

are going to miss

the Feast of Saint Anthony

today.

Have you forgotten? There'll be

a band and fireworks.

And dancing,

and the blessed bread

for the poor

and the children.

We told our lady

we'd meet her.

We can't break

our word.

Look out then,

here we go.

Goodbye.

Adeus.

Bye, Mama. Bye, Papa.

Goodbye.

Bye.

Bye, Maria Rosa.

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