The Third Miracle Page #2

-My pleasure.

-I don't mind talking about it.

-Kate Malloy.

Well, we went in there, had a quick

look around and sewed her back up.

The tumor was lodged in such a way

that to remove it was hopeless.

-So we sent her home.

-And she prayed to Father Falcone.

-She confessed with him for years.

-And the tumor, the next time?

What tumor? There wasn't even

scar tissue from the first time.

I don't call it a miracle. That's

not the word I use. I'm Jewish...

so I don't reaIIy beIieve in any

CathoIic miracIes. No offense.

Makes it a IittIe more convincing,

wouIdn't you say?

He doesn't even acknowIedge

our miracIes, but....

Not ''our miracIes'' yet, brother.

I know the process. I know it

requires more than one miracIe...

and there has to be proof of

heroic virtue to make a saint.

We don't make saints. God does.

Then He made Father FaIcone one.

-Thank you.

-Good morning, Father.

-You were at the Iake.

-Yes, Father.

-You couIdn't waIk or stand!

-I'm feeIing much better today.

Father Shore!

What happened to you?

What happened?

What happened to your son?

He couIdn't waIk, he couIdn't stand!

Are you Iooking for

something wrong?

There's nothing here I can find.

There's nothing personaI.

I can't even find the notes on his

sermons. Not even the paper he used.

-I shouIdn't have spoken to you.

-I have to find the truth.

My Lord.

''In the darkness is the power

of AzazeI, MirakieI, SarieI.

''The darkness caIIs, I answer.

I give in myseIf.''

-Look at this stuff.

-I never knew about any of this.

-I never reaIized....

-You never reaIized what?

Okay, at the end, he was a IittIe

depressed and scared, but....

''The darkness caIIs, I answer.''

-I want the report on his death.

-You have it. It's in the paperwork.

Those where just

forms they fiIIed.

The report said they contempIated

the possibiIity of suicide.

-But then they ruIed it out.

-After they heard the parishioners.

A Iot of cops are parishioners.

FaIcone kiIIs himseIf and you

want me to make him a saint?

I thought onIy God made saints.

You know what they caII you? My

friends at the archdiocese toId me.

-They caII you the MiracIe KiIIer.

-You knew.

Something was wrong and

you turned your back on it.

You Iet this whoIe thing happen.

It's a goddamn circus!

-I wanted... I wanted to....

-I know aII about ''I wanted to''.

-But the miracIes, the cures!

-BeIief is powerfuI. Ask a doctor.

You were at the Iake,

you saw it. You feIt it, too!

But it wasn't the work

of God! Was it?!

Or was God pIaying games with us?

You sound just Iike him,

you know that? Like FaIcone.

You don't understand.

This one was supposed to be reaI.

-WeIcome back.

-Thanks.

Brother Thomas!

It's good to see you.

It's been a Iong time.

How have you been?

Oh, you know, okay.

I'm not sure if I'm staying.

I haven't decided yet.

You'II pray for me?

Thanks, I'II need it.

-Father...?

-Frank Shore.

-Roxane O'Regan.

-Of course. Hi.

-Listen, I....

-Have a seat?

No. I got your message yesterday.

I didn't even want to caII you back.

So instead you came in person.

WeII, yeah, ' cause I want you

to understand something.

This idea you have about

my mother being a saint...

is... pathetic, okay? And this

other guy, this Father...

-Father Panak?

-He's pathetic. ReaIIy pathetic.

-You Iike that word.

-He used to bring me donut hoIes.

-What wouId you caII that?

-I don't know Father Panak.

And I don't know your mother yet.

-So you're going to know her now.

-That's my job.

-Some job.

-Donut hoIes?

I swear.

-Can I ask about your mother?

-You didn't just hear me? No.

Let me show you something. These

are aII peopIe that prayed to her.

A Iot of this is nonsense, but Iook.

Martin Wade. His white bIood ceII

count was Iess than a thousand.

This guy was in very bad shape.

He prayed to your mother.

His wife rubbed soiI from

your mother's grave on his chest.

That's fooIish, right?

Primitive. Superstitious.

His white bIood ceII count is now

near 3,000. Doctors can't expIain.

Whatever. Do I have to Iisten?

Do you have a Iaw or something?

There's no Iaw. I'm not a cop.

That was my father. I'm a priest.

I'm supposed to say that

you don't Iook Iike a priest?

Brother Thomas. He's been

deaf since chiIdhood.

Sorry.

It's irreIevant, I guess.

Do you have a moment?

I'd Iike to show you something.

Okay? Just a coupIe of minutes.

This was taken by Father Panak

days before your mother died.

There.

-Simon sez ''stick out your tongue''.

-There she is. An ordinary woman.

Simon sez ''jump high''!

Simon sez ''clap your hands

and clap your head''!

Is that what a saint Iooks Iike?

Can't you see the goddamn haIo?

I'm surrounded by peopIe who

worship the ground she waIked on.

-I'm not asking you to be Iike that.

-So what you're asking me to be?

The miracIes are nothing

if she wasn't a good woman.

I don't know if she

was a good woman.

Moved into the convent

when I was 1 6.

Cared more about the church and the

priest than about me. You teII me.

Does that make her a good woman?

She cared more about the priest?

-Oh, boy! Your wheeIs are going.

-What?

I made you think that maybe

she and Panak had something.

-Was there?

-What is it with you?

If you can't make somebody

a saint, you make them a sIut?

Jane Francis de ChanteI.

1 8th century, Frana.

She wanted to become a nun,

but she had a kid. 1 0-year-oId boy.

When she tried to go,

he screamed, he cried...

he Iaid down in front of the convent

to stop her. She stepped over him.

A hundred years Iater,

the Church made her a saint.

The Church did?

What wouId you have done?

-I don't know.

-You don't know?

What is a saint, anyway?

A saint is a person who is

with God in heaven.

If you pray to that person and

your prayers are answered...

that means that person has

a speciaI connection with God.

That means that person convinced

God to answer your prayers.

What are you saying to me?

Do you think that woman

is up in heaven and...

she's tapping God on the shouIder

and whispering to God...

you know, ''You gotta hear

those peopIe's prayers''?

Do you beIieve aII this?

Do you?

You ask tough questions.

You Iook Iike her.

I take after my father.

-Know where the Witkowskis Iive?

-Over there.

Mrs. Witkowski?

I'm Father Shore.

Father Panak said you'd come.

I wish he'd toId me when.

-I tried to caII, but the phone...

-Cut it off.

It's Maria I wanted

to taIk to. Is she here?

BIess this house.

BIess it, Father.

PIease.

-I don't see her no more.

-She doesn't Iive here?

I don't know where she Iives.

She'II start coming around...

when she and her boyfriend figure

out they don't have any money.

-Is this her?

-She's 1 6 now.

-1 6-year-oId whore.

-How do you mean?

I know the trash

she hangs out with.

Those pimps and junkies

down by the Rio Diner.

-Do you know for a fact that...?

-I can smeII it on her.

If you ask me,

God wasted a miracIe.

Do you know a girI named

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