The Third Miracle

Helena!

Helena!

Helena!

Stop shaking my machine

or get out!

Knock it off!

Good afternoon.

-I'm looking for somebody.

-You're too late.

-Excuse me?

-He called you.

-Can I have my key, please?

-You know the rules here.

If you don't pay your rent,

you don't get a key.

-No, nobody called me.

-Sure he did.

He called the church to get

a priest to give him... the rites.

-Last rites?

-I'm sure I paid my rent.

You didn't pay it,

now stop busting my balls!

That's it, except that no one

showed up and he died.

-He died?

-Aren't you looking for Joe Pinella?

I'm looking for Frank Shore.

-Him you can have.

-Where?

If he's not in his room, try the

soup kitchen across the street.

Hey, can I get your pies today?

Yo, can I get your pie? Come on,

why don't you give it to me?

My man! Can I get your pie?

Somebody gimme the pie!

Somebody gimme the pie! Sorry.

-How are you doing, Frank?

-Very well, thanks.

Can I get pie today? You give me

your pie, I'll talk to you later.

-Here you go, Higgins.

-You got any money today?

-What are you doing?

-Kissed it up to God.

-I'll pray for you.

-Thanks.

l will pray for you

l pray for you

You know l do

Frank!

John!

-This would be extreme.

-What can I tell you? It's filling.

-I wasn't talking about the food.

-Have a seat.

So, you're writing a new book?

No. No new book.

I had my class read ''The God

Within''. It's good. They liked it.

-What have you been doing?

-Living.

I understand the 40 days in the

desert, but it's been eight months.

-How did you find me?

-This can't be where you want to be.

-I don't know that.

-You walked out without a word.

The truth is Cahill

wants to see you.

He needs you.

He has need of you.

So, unless you've decided

you're not one of us anymore...

I've been trying to avoid decisions.

You took a vow of obedience. Cahill

wants to see you. It's that simple.

It's time to go.

Obviously you haven't been

reading the papers, or you'd know.

There's been another one?

A marble statue of the Virgin

in a parish schoolyard.

Saint Stanislaus'. You know that.

You grew up up there.

-Yeah, not too far Saint Bonis'.

-Good. You'll find your way around.

Place hasn't changed much.

Polacks and spanics, a few micks.

Very hardworking people.

What does she do?

The marble statue, I mean.

Fair question. They do lots of

things these days, don't they?

They undulate, they levitate.

There's a plastic Baby Jesus

in Skokie that drinks real milk.

Guy cuts open a avocado and sees

the Virgin staring up at him.

-It's the millennium, right, Leone?

-Yes, it is.

-What does this one do?

-She's old-fashioned. Just cries.

-Tears of blood.

-How did you guess? Want a drink?

Fill him in.

They claim she made a few cures.

The documentation is fair to good...

particularly on a girl

named Maria Witkowski.

That's seven years back.

She was aged nine at the time.

She had terminal lupus. You can

read all about it and here's a tape.

The statue bled on her, but it isn't

the statue they're praying to.

-It's a laywoman.

-The late Mrs. Helen O'Regan.

Nice widow lady, lived at the

convent, cooked for the sisters.

Opened up a soup

kitchen for the poor.

Even worked in the orphanage

the nuns have up there.

Everybody loved her until she died.

That's when the statue

began to weep.

It's her blood the statue is crying.

That's what the people believe.

-And now they want canonization.

-A saint they'd have her be.

Anyone told them there've only

been three American saints?

I said they were hardworking

people, not geniuses.

Have you had a chemist out?

It's easy to tell if it's blood.

-Frankly, we stayed away.

-But they've got 1 0,000 names...

tour buses, even the

Mayor stopped by.

There's already a cult around her,

like with Father Falcone.

And you were brilliant on Falcone.

I destroyed the faith of a

community. You call that brilliant?

If I didn't, I wouldn't have pulled

you out of that stinking shithouse!

You did what had to be done.

About this statue, is there

anything else I need to know?

She's very particular. Only weeps

when it rains, and only in November.

It's the month Helen O'Regan died.

The conference call, Bishop.

Congressman Darcy is on hold.

Margaret, don't you ever get

tired of being right? Listen...

I don't care what demons you wrestle

with. You're still my postulator.

You took a vow of obedience.

I need this taken care of now.

-What's the hurry?

-Is he deaf? It's October 28th.

Congressman?

Yes, it is.

Yeah, it's about money.

How was your game?

-When did it first happen?

-The bleeding? Seven years ago.

l was saying memorial mass

for Helen, and this little girl...

a favorite of Helen's, had been

sick with lupus for a long time.

Please, sit down.

Good morning, everybody.

We could have done a little

better on the weather, huh?

Helen would have been so happy....

What am I saying?

Helen is happy,

looking down from heaven...

to see how many of you came out

in the rain for her memorial mass.

She gave so much love.

I bet Helen is in heaven with Jesus

and His blessed Mother Mary...

this very morning.

Go join your class now.

Child!

Before the incident, the doctors

said the lupus would be fatal.

-And afterwards?

-The statue's blood cured her.

-It's in the material I sent.

-This is an interesting setup.

Yes, it's something new.

We have a money box here.

We don't need to light candles,

all we do here is touch this and....

Helen loved this room.

She could watch

the children playing.

See the statue?

It was very dear to her.

-Living in a convent? A laywoman?

-She loved working with the kids.

Especially the problem kids.

Many nights, she had to work late...

and she liked being here for early

morning mass. It just made sense.

-That's her daughter. Roxane.

-I'd like to talk with her.

She's neither a practicing Catholic

nor a friend to our cause.

-It's your cause, Father, not ours.

-Not yet, you mean.

Father Panak, I'll decide whether

to recommend the case to Rome...

...and that doesn't happen often.

-Often?

Have you ever recommended

a case, Father Shore?

She was a soul elected by God.

-I'll talk to friends, enemies...

-She had no enemies.

-...read any journals and letters.

-She was practically illiterate.

She read the Bible a little.

She had to work at a very early age.

She had not much schooling.

You do know that she was

the child of poor immigrants.

I know that. From Ireland.

From Austria.

Her maiden name was Gabor.

Have you even opened the file?

I'll use this as my office.

Father, please. We've been praying

for this investigation for years.

I'll do my best for you.

You were a friend of Father

Falcone's, Brother Gregory?

Yes, l was. I talked

with him every night.

He was a great spiritual teacher

for me and for all these people.

-Is this where he drowned?

-His boat washed up over there.

Can you help me, please?

Sir, can you help me?

Please, help my son.

-Thanks for driving over, Doc.

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