The Miracle of Our Lady of Fatima Page #8

and say to this angry mob,

"Now, look, look,

people, the--

"The jailing

of these--

These brats was--

Was just a joke"?

Release them, and release

their friend Hugo da Silva.

Give them enough rope,

and they'll hang themselves.

All right,

take them off my hands.

Hail Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou

amongst women

and blessed is the fruit

of thy womb, Jesus.

JACINTA:

Mama!

Mama!

[ALL SINGING SWEETLY]

Why don't you sing,

Hugo?

[CHUCKLES]

I don't remember

the words.

But I used to sing

that when I was a little boy.

You did?

Mm-hm.

I was an altar boy

in a big cathedral in Lisbon.

Were you, Hugo?

Mm-hm.

I was the fellow who rang

the little bell.

Hugo?

What?

When the lady does the miracle

to make the people believe,

would you believe too?

But, baby,

I believe you.

No, you don't.

Ah, what kind of a miracle

is the lady going to make?

She didn't say

what kind.

Oh.

Did she say when?

Yeah,

on October the 13th.

You just wait.

Everybody will be surprised.

Will you believe then?

Well, uh...

Now, that part I remember.

La da da...

This way to the cova.

This way.

Tomorrow,

October the 13th,

is the day

of the promised miracle.

So buy yourselves

a new rosary.

My rosaries are guaranteed

to work, or your money back.

There are no rosaries sold

at the cova.

No rosaries

sold at the cova,

so buy now,

while you have a chance.

My rosaries are guaranteed

to work, or your money back.

Do you know that there are

many thousands here tonight

because of your claim?

I didn't ask them

to come.

Didn't you say Our Lady

wanted them to come?

No, Senhor Bishop.

But, my child,

you don't seem to realize

how difficult it is

for those thousands to get here.

A desolate place

on top of a mountain.

Bad roads, and no place to sleep

except out-of-doors in the rain.

Many bring their sick,

hoping to have them

healed by the Merciful One.

Mothers come

with their prayers

for their sons

fighting in the war.

For many, there is no way

to get here but to walk.

The poor

will be hungry,

and there are no loaves

or fishes here to feed them.

Some may even die

on their way.

And for all this,

you're responsible.

Did Our Lady ask for that?

No, Senhor Bishop.

You have said the Mother of God

predicts another great war.

And still more wars.

I only know

what she told me.

You see what nonsense this is?

But you have said

that the lady promised

to show the people

a sign.

Yes, senhor.

There will be a multitude

at the cova tomorrow.

There are thousands there now

without shelter from the rain.

If there is a miracle,

they'll know

there's hope for the world,

and they'll give thanks

on their knees.

The lady will keep her word.

But if it should fail,

if that great crowd has cause

to feel that you've lied,

it will become an angry mob.

And then,

God help you all.

Even now,

it may not be too late.

They might forgive a child

if she confessed her sin.

[CRYING]

I haven't sinned.

I haven't.

It's no use.

Now, now, little one.

It's all right.

They don't believe me, Mama.

They don't believe me.

Well, we believe you,

don't we, Antnio?

Well, of course,

of course.

We'll go with you

to the cova tomorrow.

And if there is no miracle,

the mob will have to walk on me

before they get to you.

Shh.

There now, don't cry.

Look, look.

Beautiful, brand-new rosaries

at cost prices.

Blessed by the Holy Father

himself.

Relic of the most miraculous

visions.

Branches from the holy tree

that held Our Lady.

Take one home with you.

Plant it in your own backyard,

enjoy your own visions

A hundred centavos, senhora.

Lcia.

Lcia.

Jacinta, Francisco.

Lcia.

The sun is out again.

I knew it would be.

A weather prophet.

Isn't it wonderful, Papa?

Yes, my child, yes.

And the lady will think

you're beautiful.

You too, Maria Rosa.

Manuel, look, look.

She's wearing the dress

we were married in.

It's lasted longer

than your promises.

Maria Rosa, you know

where my heart is.

Yes, I know.

You're a good man,

even if you are a weak one.

We'd better get started.

We'll run on ahead.

Oh, no, you don't.

Stick close to us.

Those pilgrims will grab you

for souvenirs.

You have been using the same

rosary for 30 years?

Yes.

You have worn off

all the blessings.

Now, look,

these new beads were

recently blessed by a bishop

who is a secretary

to the secretary

of the Holy Father himself.

A hundred centavos, senhor.

Hello!

Hugo.

Uncle Hugo.

There go the children

on their way to the cova.

Oh, the children.

The children

are my friends.

I was the first one

they told about the vision.

In fact,

I had visions of my own.

Last opportunity.

Last opportunity,

I'm closing shop.

Vision starts any minute.

The sun is gone.

It will come back.

But, Lcia,

if it rains--

It doesn't matter,

Jacinta.

Do you think

it rains in heaven?

No, but if it does--

Well, heaven

is where Our Lady is,

and she'll come to meet us

no matter what happens.

[CROWD CLAMORING]

WOMAN:

Oh, let them pass.

Don't push, just let them pass.

MAN:

Make way.

Make way for the children.

What time is this lady of yours

supposed to appear?

She comes to us

at noon, Father.

Why should the Blessed Virgin

choose a day like this

to appear on earth?

[CROWD MURMURING]

It's past noon already.

Nothing is going to happen.

I want you

to leave this place now.

I can't go,

Father,

because the lady said

she'd be here.

You've done harm enough.

Do as I tell you.

This is my property,

Father.

You have no right to order

my daughter away from here.

[CROWD CHATTERING]

MAN 2:

Where is the miracle

that was promised?

They said there'd be

a sign from heaven.

This is the sign,

a flood of rain.

No, wait, Our Lady was there.

I didn't see her, but I know it.

Ah, three crazy children.

WOMAN 2:

We were cheated.

MAN 3:

The sign.

Show us the sign.

Listen to them.

[CROWD CLAMORING]

HUGO:

Why don't you leave them alone?

They're only children.

Go on, go away.

Go on.

Show us a sign!

We knew you'd come to us,

dear lady.

What do you want?

I want to tell you

that the war

is going to end soon,

and the soldiers

will return to their homes.

Do not fear.

In the end,

God will triumph.

You said you'd tell us

who you are.

I am the Lady

of the Rosary.

Queen

of the Most Holy Rosary.

Where's Our Lady?

We haven't seen her.

A child talked

to the empty air.

MAN 4:

We saw nothing,

heard nothing.

[CROWD CLAMORING]

They better pull some sort

of miracle out of their hat,

or this farce

will become a tragedy.

Well, they can't say

we didn't try to stop it.

We've been cheated.

We've been lied to.

Nobody touches

the children.

Holy Mother, you promised

to give us a miracle

so the people

will believe us.

Look at the sun.

MAN 5:
The sun! Look at the sun!

MAN 6:
The sun!

MAN 7:

The sun. Look at the sun,

it's-- It's falling.

[SCREAMING]

[CROWD SCREAMING]

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