The Miracle of Our Lady of Fatima Page #7

senhors.

It would be a terrible thing

to send children to prison.

Perhaps never to see

your mothers again.

We don't want

to do that,

and you can help us

not to do it.

Simply confess

that your priest told you

to spread these silly stories

about a lady from heaven,

and we'll let you go.

But he didn't.

He said it was the devil.

And we did see a lady.

And she did talk to us.

And she said

we would suffer for it.

Suppose that...

instead of locking you

in prisons cells,

we were to take you

to the shops here in Ourm

and buy you

fine new clothes,

pretty ribbons

and wonderful toys,

all the sweets you can eat,

and plenty

to take home with you.

Now,

wouldn't that be nice?

You don't have to pay us

to tell you the truth.

We do it

for nothing.

Now, you listen to me.

Sometimes when people don't

answer the way they should,

the police have ways

of making them.

How would you like

to be put in a big kettle

filled with boiling oil,

lowered in an inch

at a time,

and have the flesh

cooked off of your bones?

Hm?

I don't think

we'd like that, senhor.

You don't think

you'd like it, eh?

Well, that's exactly

what's gonna happen to you

unless you confess

that you lied!

Think it over.

It'll save you

a lot of pain.

[GASPS]

Your time is up.

Got anything more

to tell us?

No, senhor.

Very well then.

Captain.

Speak up,

this is your last chance.

Very well,

take the little one first.

Have you anything to tell us

before you go?

[QUIETLY]

No.

BOTH:

Holy Mary,

Mother of God,

pray for us sinners, now,

and at the hour of our death.

What kind

of a boy are you

to let your sister

go to such a death?

Hail Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou

among women--

[JACINTA SCREAMS]

It's all over,

Senhor Administrator.

Take the boy next.

I'm not afraid, Lcia.

I'm not afraid.

I'll pray to the lady,

and that will make me strong!

[DOOR SLAMS]

It was the priest who plotted

this little comedy, wasn't it?

No, senhor.

Well, possibly

it wasn't the priest.

Might have been someone

trying to put a value

on his land.

It was your father,

wasn't it?

No, senhor.

Wouldn't it be a lot easier

to say it was your father

than suffer like your friend?

It wasn't my father.

You know, if you say it was

your father, we'll let you go.

He'd be glad

to confess it himself

rather than to see you die

such an awful death.

All right,

you stubborn little donkey,

if you insist

on sacrificing yourself,

I'll teach you a lesson.

Come on. I'm gonna give you

the full treatment.

Do you know

what that means?

Will you confess

that you lied?!

[CRYING]

No.

I wanna be

with Francisco and Jacinta.

Ow.

Jacinta, Francisco.

Lcia.

Lcia.

Lock them up.

Ow.

[MEN YELLING & LAUGHING]

[LAUGHING]

What are you in for,

tadpoles?

What did you do,

rob a bank?

MAN:

I'll bet they slit

the watchman's throat.

I know, I know.

They're in

for treason.

Enemies of

the republic.

Wait a minute now.

Shut up.

What do you wanna do,

scare them to death?

Now, what crime

did you commit?

A lady from heaven came

and talked to us.

What?

A lady from heaven?

Some stray angel, I suppose.

How did she get here?

She came in a cloud.

[MEN LAUGH]

They're touched in the head.

MAN 2:
Crazy as loons.

Oh, I get it, I get it.

These are the children

everybody is talking about.

The children from Ftima.

Ftima?

Oh, Ftima.

Welcome, comrades.

You are in good company.

I am Sidonio, the bandit.

You've heard of me.

Here is Leote,

my pal.

[CHUCKLES]

This is Anselmo.

Watch him,

or he'll steal the teeth

right out of your head.

[MEN LAUGHING]

Here,

come with me.

This hairy brute

is Pedro,

who eases his boredom

by beating his wife.

Paulo is of no account,

just a common drunk.

Yes, Paulo.

Feliciano, well,

we don't mention his

profession in polite society.

Meet Jos,

accused of manslaughter.

Innocent he says he is.

And this clever fellow bribes

our jailer with promises

and keeps himself pickled

in wine.

[SNORING]

Wake up, man,

meet our new comrades

in crime.

Wake up.

[SNORES]

Who did that?

It was you Sidonio?

[GRUNTS]

Stop.

CHILDREN:

Hugo.

Oh, Hugo.

How did you get here, huh?

The administrator

brought us.

He's going to keep us

in prison for life.

First, he was going

to boil us in oil.

Boil you in oil?

Did he say that?

Yes, Hugo,

but he didn't do it.

And this is the day

the lady from heaven is to come.

And now the lady will think

we didn't keep our promise.

Oh.

[SOBBING]

And we'll never get

to see her again.

Now, now.

Oh, baby.

Baby, don't cry, baby.

What do you want, huh?

Tell me what you want,

and I'll do it for you.

I wanna go home

to my mother.

[MEN LAUGHING]

Well, that's one thing

I cannot do now.

But anything else you want,

tell me.

I want to say the rosary

so the lady will know

why we weren't at the cova.

Will you hang this up

on the wall?

Why, sure, baby.

Sure,

I'll hang it over here.

Right here.

Where everybody can see it.

There.

If you men will help us

say the rosary,

maybe the lady

will better understand.

[MEN LAUGHING]

They'll help you.

Gentlemen...

we are going to pray.

What?

Pray, or I'll beat

your brains out.

Pray what?

The rosary.

I never prayed

in my life.

You'll pray now,

brother.

All right,

so I'll pray.

Take off your hats!

And it's much better,

if you'd get on your knees.

That's going a little too far.

On your knees, I say.

CHILDREN:

In the name

of the Father,

of the Son,

of the Holy Ghost. Amen.

I believe in God...

ALL:

The Father Almighty,

Creator of heaven and earth,

and in Jesus Christ,

his only son, our Lord,

who was conceived

by the Holy Ghost,

born of the Virgin Mary,

suffered under Pontius Pilate,

was crucified,

died and was buried.

He descended into hell.

On the third day,

He arose again from the dead.

He ascended into heaven,

and is seated at the right hand

of God, the Father Almighty.

From thence He shall come

to judge

the living and the dead.

I believe in the Holy Ghost...

ALL:

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,

thy will be done

on earth

as it is in heaven.

Gives us this day

our daily bread

and forgive us

our trespasses...

That praying mob.

I know, praying is no more

than wishful thinking.

But if enough people think

the same thing,

they can cause

a lot of trouble.

Ah, a volley over their heads

will shut up their prayers.

Then we'll have a riot

on our hands.

Yes.

CROWD:

Blessed art thou

amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit

of thy womb, Jesus.

Well,

what do you propose?

Let the children go.

No. Not until

they've confessed.

You'll never get them

to do that.

The credibility of their story

depends upon a miracle.

That's guaranteed

to convince everybody.

There will be no miracle,

and the whole thing

will blow up in their faces.

Hm.

CROWD:

Blessed is the fruit

of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary...

You propose that I should go out

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