"Wonderful things, these new brakes." "And a lovely spring morning." "How are you, Father Fulton?" "Well enough Monsignor." "It was all my fault." "I was in too much of a rush." "I missed my train last night." "You stayed over for a good steak dinner, didn't you?" "They don't feed you well at your place, do they." "It was a concert." "I meant to leave before the last movement started but..." "Mr Toscanini and Mr Beethoven digging away at the discipline of a Jesuit, huh?" "No." "This time it was Edvard Grieg." "His piano concerto." "Was it?" "Well, I'm a man who likes words with his music... songs." "That's what makes me merry." "Excuse me while I get my paper." "Father, aren't you the man who gave up music?" "Yes, I gave up my piano." "Monsignor, I wonder." "I know it is out of your way." "Not a bit." "Sure, step in." "Step in." "─ Thank you, Monsignor." "Caesar..." "Caesar." "Down!" "Down." "Nothing wrong in helping a Jesuit." "Smell this spring." "You smell it?" "Ah, the old bones." "Every one of them begins remembering this time of year." "Pollen." "Never could stand the stuff." "Monsignor, I'm rather late." "There should be a law against classrooms in spring." "Oh, Father Keene!" "Father Keene, I called Father Fulton and he's not in his room." "Again?" "─ Very well." "I shall take his class." "That's the third time this month." "He's missed his train again." "I shall have to speak to him about those concerts." "Excuse me, Paul." "The Jesuits embrace certain basic disciplines." "The disciplines of mind, body, prayer, work." "Fifteen years of study and preparation." "As the church counts time, we are a very young society." "We are only four hundred years old." "And yet in that time, fourteen Popes have received Jesuit training." "And we have given to the church twenty-four Saints." "And now if... ah..." "Good morning Father Fulton." "I was just starting to give your lecture for you." "I'm sorry Father Keene." "─ Yes, I know." "You missed your train again." "We'll say no more about it." "For now..." "He's not a good example for the students." "As Master of Novices I feel it my duty to warn you of that." "With your permission, Father Rector..." "I shall take it as my duty to ask Father Fulton several, very pointed questions." "No, I think we'll leave that to Father Arnoux." "What?" "─ Why not?" "Before he joined us, he was a remarkably successful lawyer." "This is hardly a legal matter." "Nor is it legal to condemn a man before hearing his defence." "Oh, Brother Clifford." "─ Yes, Father Rector." "Will you ask Father Arnoux to stop by and see me please." "Yes Father, yes... a telegram." "Thank you... one moment." "As a matter of fact, Father Arnoux is coming to see me in a few minutes." "Good." "I'm having my own difficulties with him." "─ Is it anything serious?" "He persists in writing articles that I do not approve of." "Nor do I like the magazines that publish what he says." "Brother Clifford, have someone meet Father Quarterman at the station." "Father Quarterman?" "Yes, she's stopping off here on his way to the Far East." "Father Quarterman will be an inspiration to your novices, Father Stuart." "Good, Father Rector." "I'm sure we can all do with a little inspiration these days." "Now as regards Father Fulton..." "─ And Father Arnoux. ─ Yes." "For four centuries, we have been known as the militant Jesuits." "The First Legion of the Lord." "Don't you feel that it's rather soon for us to begin turning our swords inwards?" "I have a great deal of faith in Father Fulton." "And I shall continue to place my trust in Father Arnoux." "I'll see him in your office as soon as you've had your talk with him." "Very well, Father Rector." "I do not enjoy mutilating another man's work, Father Arnoux." "I've left as much as my conscience will allow." "Anyway, I see you've left the title." ""The Jesuits In The Modern World."" "What have we to do with the world as it is today?" "The time for isolationism is past, Father... even in religion." "And may I ask, why did you take out this?" ""Jesuits have no monopoly on faith." What does it mean?" "But surely, it is obvious." "That we are not the only people who believe in God." "Father Arnoux, why do you persist in making things difficult for me?" "Sorry if I seem to you..." "Good afternoon, Father Rector." "─ Father Arnoux." "Marc..." "I'm worried about Father Fulton." "I have reason to believe that he may be near the breaking point." "I don't believe..." "I know that in the spring we always tell the novices that it's just spring fever." "Sometimes it is... but this is different." "Father Fulton is no novice." "Spring fever has no respect for rank or class." "Marc..." "Marc, will you speak to him?" "Frankly, I would prefer not to." "You know... these are such delicate matters... and besides." "Fulton is my friend." "─ All the more reason, then." "Friends know each other." "Know each other's desires, ambitions." "I hope you won't give this to me as a command, Father Rector." "And do you know..." "I think I will." "I do." "Well, if you put it that way, of course I have no choice but to obey." "Please, Father." "Let me point out to you..." "The particular glory of the society is that it chooses to obey." "Oh, thank you Father." "Thank you for reminding me." "No, never mind." "I'll write another." "There it is." "Now Johnny... take it easy." "Come in." "Oh, hello Marc." "─ How about some handball this afternoon?" "No, I don't think so." "─ Come on." "A good workout after class." "That's right." "When the flesh is rebellious, slap it down." "I'm sorry Marc." "Not for me, not today." "Well... on a day like this..." "I get the feeling, that either I let a lot of steam..." "Or I'll pull the walls down, right on top of me." "And a new Samson was hailed in the land." "But where, oh were, was Delilah?" "By this time not too young, and probably . very fat." "Thank you." "I don't think about her any more." "─ Oh, I do. ─ Oh..." "Well, let's hear more." "Smile if you want to." "I suppose I broke her heart." "You know that still haunts me." "─ How old was she?" "Not quite eighteen." "─ Well, she's forgotten it by now." "I hope so." "And yet I don't... isn't that strange?" "No, perfectly normal." "─ Marc." "I'm tired of fighting devils real and imaginary." "I'd like to go home." "I mean the house where I came from." "The street where I used to play as a kid." "I'd like to be part of a real family again." "Well, you talk of leaving, but what is it you're leaving?" "You know, once a Priest, always a Priest." "I don't know, Marc." "All I know is I've got to stop somewhere." "I have to get away from this house." "I'll be regular about it." "I'll write to Father Provincial asking for my release." "But I'm not going to sit around waiting for an answer." "I'm leaving now." "Tonight." "You know, Marc, it's pretty lonely being a Soldier Of God all the time." "You too, Tom?" "─ Yes, I'm like John." "I want a furlough." "A long, long furlough." "─ I want to get out and stay out." "I'm dying in here while the world passes me by." "It's not much of a world." "I'm not inclined to be particular about it." "It's beautiful." "─ As you remember it." "The little part of the world that's around you." "Your childhood, your music." "And your faith in God." "But it is not like that." "Anyhow, wherever a man is he has to live for something." "What is it you want to live for?" "Your music?" "If I can't find peace of soul in this house, just as it is..." "What chance would I have of finding it in a piano?" "You won't find much peace outside, either." "The fact is, John." "It's a very difficult world." "It's ailing in every joint and it has fever." "And it stinks like an old-time sick-room." "Then, that's where we ought to be instead of locked up here doing nothing about it." "Tom... if we manage to do anything at all, it will be from here." "Well, Marc... as a lawyer, you must have known the world pretty well." "Well, I was involved in over fifty cases of murder." "So, you had an excellent reason for coming here." "For you it was an escape." "You wouldn't rebel." "No... well, I think Father Rector has certain memories about me." "I was not always happy here." "─ Are you happy here now?" "Come on, let's be very honest about it." "─ I can be very honest." "I could never find peace anywhere else." "Oh, I still rebel now and then." "Discipline can be hard." "And mind you..." "I don't pretend I love every man in this house like a brother." "Every minute of the day." "─ No you don't." "But I belong here." "That might be alright for you, Marc." "But we don't belong." "That's not for me to answer." "Nor for you for that matter." "Belonging comes..." "I don't know how." "You're reading or praying or sitting in the window watching the rain come down." "Then suddenly you feel at home... and at peace." "You belong." "And then, you can begin to help the world." "And you can really help." "I know better than you what it needs." "Were you ever in the main ward of a County Hospital on a Saturday night?" "When they bring in the beatings and the drunks." "All the people who try to kill themselves and each other." "Because they have nothing to cling to." "No faith, no love, no roots, no altar." "Those are the things you ought to bring them." "Can you?" "Are you ready?" "John... where is your own faith?" "Where?" "[ bell ]" "There is the bell for class." "Marc." "Did Father Rector send you here to talk to me?" "Why yes." "He did ask me to look in on you." "Follow these instructions for now Brother Mayer." "Yes, doctor." "Thank you." "Blessed Joseph." "Blessed Joseph." "Morrell..." "Peter Morrell." "Hello Father... small world isn't it?" "How is Father Sierra?" "─ The poor chap is running a high fever." "He's talking about Blessed Joseph all the time." "Who would that be?" "Blessed Joseph Martin, the founder of this house." "A Jesuit Bishop." "─ One of the few. ─ I see." "I can't believe my eyes." "The last time I saw you was..." "let me see..." "Fordham College." "I was one of your students." "Of course... yes." "Yes, I remember." "You will also remember that I was thrown out." "Quite a row, wasn't it." "It just doesn't pay to call the Dean a pious hypocrite." "No, it doesn't." "Although I still think they should have let you graduate." "Thanks." "Perhaps it was all for the best." "Fordham's loss was Harvard's gain." "─ Well." "And what is a Harvard man doing in this little town?" "Born here." "I came back here when I got tired of the rest of the world and..." "First thing I know I've inherited a few Jesuits along with Dr Morton's practice." "Quite a joke, isn't it." "─ No joke to Father Sierra." "Tell me... is his condition alarming?" "Yes, quite." "There is some congestion of the lung." "Pneumonia maybe." "Three years on your back as a paralytic may be good for the soul but..." "It's poor preparation for the kind of fight his body is up against now." "The whole case is rather puzzling." "─ Puzzling?" "I was just thinking." "If he had as much faith in his legs as he has in..." "The Blessed Joseph, he might not need a doctor at all." "Is Father Rector free?" "Is Father Rector free?" "─ Sorry, doctor." "Father Rector is with Father Quarterman." "He said not to put any calls through." "─ How do you like that?" "What do I do to get to see him about one of his own men?" "Get an appointment a week in advance?" "Look, Father." "─ Brother." "What?" "─ "Brother" not "Father"." "Okay." "Brother." "I'm just as busy as Father Rector." "─ Oh, really." "So please tell him if he wants a report on the patient, he can call my office." "Or speak to me when I come back this evening to look in on Father Sierra." "So long, Father." "─ Rather impatient." "He's just reminding himself he doesn't like us." "No, Edward, not a word." "I know you're tired." "You've come here for a rest." "Ah Marc, you are just in time." "Father Quarterman." "Father Arnoux." "─ Father, this is a great honour." "The pleasure is mine." "I've admired your articles for years." "I only write about things." "You go out and do them." "All over the world." "It is like suddenly meeting Marco Polo and realizing he's not just a legend." "There Edward, what did I tell you?" "You'll have the whole house at your feet." "Now, you go along now, and Brother Clifford will show you to your room." "Be sure to be at your best tonight." "Father Quarterman will have interesting things to tell us about India." "Well, good day to you, Father." "─ Good day, Father." "Come in Marc... did you have a chance to speak with Father Fulton?" "Yes I did." "The situation is worse than I thought." "When are you leaving?" "─ Tonight." "As soon as I can." "I don't want to make a scene about it." "I'll leave a letter of resignation in Father Rector's office." "That's all there is to it." "Maybe this is goodbye... for a while." "Where is John?" "John." "We missed you in Chapel." "Let's get together afterwards." "And really talk this through." "Marc, there's nothing more to talk about." "Nothing." "Is he conscious?" "─ From time to time." "He mentions your name." "Good evening, Doctor." "─ Good evening." "How is he?" "─ Still delirious." "Is there any change in his condition?" "If the fever breaks tonight, we'll be alright... if not..." "He was one of my professors when I first came here as a novice." "I've always..." "Felt very close to him." "─ I know." "Is there anything one can do to help?" "─ No, we're doing everything possible." "I'll sit up the next few hours with Father Sierra." "You can take the last shift, Brother." "Thank you, Doctor." "I do want to hear Father Quarterman." "Goodbye José." "God be with you." "John..." "John..." "Ah, my militant friends." "Good evening, good evening." "Well, well." "Monsignor, what can we do for you?" "Father Rector said Father Quarterman will be showing some pictures about India." "Oh, Father Rector invited you here?" "And I've never been to India, and not to a good movie since..." "Lassie Meets Frankenstein." "Well, there's always something interesting going on with the Jesuits." "Monsignor, good evening." "Oh, Father Quarterman." "─ Bobby." "Permit me:" "Monsignor Carey." "An old friend of Father Rector's." "And this is..." "Caesar." "Now, Caesar, really..." "─ Good dog, good dog." "Come on, doggy." "I'm sorry." "─ Oh, never mind, never mind." "Monsignor." "─ I'm so happy to meet you, your grace." "No, no." "Not "your grace"." "─ No?" "Now that I'm back from the foreign missions, I'm no longer a bishop." "Just a Jesuit." "Nothing more, nothing less." "Well, take your coat off Monsignor." "Make yourself comfortable." "We are used to taking things easy around the community room. ─ Thank you." "Now, sit down Monsignor." "─ Here is your beast, Monsignor." "Thank you Bobby, kindly." "Thank you." "How are you Monsignor?" "You're the cheeriest thing I've seen in weeks." "I'm quite well, but then I always am." "Tell me Bobby, how goes everything with the shock-troops of Heaven this evening?" "I detest being called "Bobby"." "And if you don't like us, Monsignor, why do you keep calling on us?" "We all have our weaknesses." "Mine is the fondness of the foot-soldier for the general staff." "It must be that I like to be seen in the company of the brass-hats." "Brass-hats." "Nonsense..." "But you are miles away from the real fighting most of the time, aren't you?" "What do you know for instance, about living?" "Or about dying?" "I saw a man die tonight." "And this morning..." "I saw a baby born." "Did any of you ever see a baby born?" "Let me commend it to your attention." "─ We are not a nursing order." "Would that be so bad?" "I tell you my friends, the world is sick and someone ought to attend to it." "People are worried." "They're frightened." "Ah, Father Rector." "How are you, Monsignor?" "Sit down." "Don't disturb yourself." "─ Thank you, Father Rector." "Ah Caesar old man, how are you old boy?" "How is Father Sierra tonight?" "─ I'm worried." "His fever is higher and he has considerable delirium." "We were wise to anoint him." "Don't you think one of us should be with him?" "No." "The doctor thinks it better for him to see no-one." "He'll let us know if there is any change." "Well now... are we ready for the films?" "─ Just about, I think." "Well now, let's have them." "Get the light, Brother." "In India..." "I found that in some respects." "The Saints of our church and the Indian holy men are not so far apart." "They lead the simple life and have similar ways with people." "They capture the soul by capturing the imagination." "Most of what happens in the East... seems incredible." "Sometimes it makes you wonder what there is in hypnotic suggestion." "Out there you begin to believe that you have this power yourself." "To the natives..." "The presence of Our Lord and his blessed brother and all the Saints in Heaven." "Is a real thing..." "Paul..." "look..." "Father Sierra." "─ It's impossible." "Father Sierra." "John... where is John?" "John." "John... where are you?" "─ José... here I am." "I came as soon as I could, John." "Are you in trouble?" "José... you came down for me?" "I heard you say goodbye." "And a voice was telling me to get up and suddenly..." "I saw that I could walk." "─ This is wonderful, José." "It was a miracle." "Now I know the meaning of those words." "I am the resurrection and the life." "He that believeth, I believe." "─ Your blessing, José." "Benedictione..." "Dei Omnipotentis." "Patris, Et Filii, Et Spiritus Sancti." "Descendit Super Nos, Adventiat Semper." "Amen." "You were lost, and I found you." "I wasn't lost..." "─ Lost in a great forest." "And a voice kept saying: "go to John"." "─ You mean... you had a vision?" "I spoke with Blessed Joseph." "I put my hand in his." "And he brought me straight to John." "─ José, this is great joy for all of us." "It's a miracle... a great miracle." "Just what did happen?" "All I know, he was running a high fever." "And when the fever broke he was walking." "Did you give him anything?" "─ Nothing." "How do you explain it?" "─ I can't." "You mean... this is what we would call... a miracle?" "You know it's a word we don't use lightly here." "I'm not using it lightly." "I'm not using it at all." "Excuse me, Father." "Father Sierra, I want you back in bed." "─ Oh, please, doctor..." "Please let me say one little prayer in Chapel." "Just one little prayer of joy and thanksgiving." "The Fathers will say it for you, José." "Father, will you give me a hand with him?" "That man has been in bed for three years." "I know he couldn't walk." "What do you think of it, Father?" "─ I don't know, Monsignor." "Who are we to say for sure?" "Yet we saw it happen." "A great and strange event." "Very great and very strange." "Well, people will be saying..." "Those Jesuit rascals are dealing in black-magic again." "Fortunately, our reputation doesn't depend on magic." "Well Monsignor, let us join the Fathers in Chapel." "John... shall we go to Chapel now?" "What does it all mean, Marc?" "Why did a miracle happen to Father Sierra just as I was getting ready to leave?" "It was a miracle, wasn't it?" "What difference does it make what we call it?" "All that matters is that Father Sierra has recovered." "And that you feel differently about a lot of things." "I'd like to pray now if I could, but..." "Suddenly, I don't know how any more." "The words... won't come." "Well, maybe you're not meant to do it with words." "Maybe there is a better way for you, John." "One dollar." "One dollar for this little girl." "Thank you." "One dollar it is." "Well, Paul, it looks as if the Jesuits are popular once more, doesn't it." "Anyone suspected of having the ear of God is popular these days, Edward." "If the world comes back to us, inspired by a great miracle..." "Shall we shut the door in the world's face?" "This is the final proof which you need for the cause of Blessed Joseph." "For which you have worked most of your life." "To have him declared a Saint." "Yes... this would mean a great deal to me, Edward." "Yes, it's sign... a sign of God's goodness to this house." "You don't need a doctor anymore, Father." "─ Thank you, doctor." "Thank you so much." "Not at all." "Bye-bye and take care of yourself." "Doctor Morrell." "Hello, Father." "─ I'll walk to the door with you." "I've been wanting to ask you a few questions about Father Sierra." "Well, he's doing fine." "Forgive me, doctor, but..." "Why do you keep on implying to the Fathers that this was a miracle?" "When you don't believe in anything yourself." "I have no explanation for what happened." "If you people accept it is a miracle, alright." "Make the most of it." "I'm not particular about the label." "─ But I am." "What are you complaining about?" "You have people coming from across the country." "We happen to have a responsibility to the people." "Sorry, Father." "I'm due at the hospital." "─ One more question, if I may." "Would it be possible for me to see the records on Father Sierra?" "What records?" "Well, Dr Morton must have had a file on him." "I haven't had a chance to go through his records yet." "Could I have a look at that file?" "I'll make a note of it." "Good morning, Father." "─ Good morning." "Hold it!" "This one is for page one." "Terry... what are you doing here?" "─ Why, Peter Morrell." "I want you to go back to town right away, you understand?" "No, I certainly don't." "─ How did you get here?" "With the boys who drive this truck." "Joe and Tom." "This is Joe." "Meet Doctor Morrell, Joe." "─ Hi." "Everybody in town is coming along." "So I just came too." "Did you ever see such a crowd?" "They say it's started to happen again." "And I thought if it can happen to folks besides Father Sierra, who knows?" "It might even happen to me." "Don't you think it might, Peter?" "Well... here we go." "Now stop this, Terry." "You want me to push you to the gate?" "─ Terry, I don't want you to do this." "What's the trouble?" "─ Look!" "Look Joe, this is no place for Terry." "Can't you take her back to town now?" "Sorry, Doc." "Got to have that furniture delivered by 5 p.m." "Newly-weds." "You know, kind of anxious to get their stuff." "I'll pick Terry up on the way back." "─ Never mind." "I'll take her back in my car." "─ But I don't want to go back!" "I don't want to go back." "Doctor Morrell... good to see you again... anything the matter?" "No." "Just giving Terry a lift home." "That's all." "Peter is angry with me because Joe took me up to St Gregory's." "Oh, and she never told me a word." "Well, Miss Terry, with your permission I'm going to have a little talk with Joe." "He takes her to all kinds of places." "You don't have my permission, and I want him to take me places." "How else would I ever see anything?" "I never dreamt that this town would be so crowded." "People are streaming here from everywhere." "Our home is about the only one that hasn't been turned into a rooming-house." "Well, that's a wonderful idea." "Why can't we be a rooming-house?" "Oh, Miss Terry..." "─ But then I could talk to the pilgrims." "Pilgrims?" "A bunch of sensation seekers chasing a fire-engine." "They're everywhere." "Floods, tornadoes, murder trials." "You don't seriously think any one of them really believes...?" "Why not?" "Doesn't everyone believe in God?" "Not everyone." "─ They only think they don't." "I guess people get mixed up because there are so many religions." "If you ask me, there ought to be only one faith." "Who is going to select which one?" "Look." "Now my grandfather was a Baptist and he married a Catholic." "When they couldn't agree on faith, they sent my father to an Episcopalian school." "Then, when he met my mother, well, she was a Lutheran." "And on Sundays they'd all go to different churches." "And we little ones, would listen one week to the Lutheran pastor..." "And the next week to the Episcopalian." "How about some tea?" "─ No dear." "No tea, thank you." "But for you, Miss Terry?" "─ Yeah." "Funny old Henrietta." "Every time mother is away, she gets very possessive and talkative." "But she's still the best cook in town." "─ Just where is your dashing mother?" "Why, she's in the city today." "Getting ready for another trip to Europe." "Magazine stuff." "Paris in the spring." "All expenses paid." "Well, you Gilmartins sure get around." "They're flying from New York next Monday." "─ Say, that's alright." "Oh, Peter." "Why does everything have to happen all at once?" "Now hold on." "If you mean St Gregory's, I want you to promise me not to go back there again." "Why?" "It is a miracle, isn't it?" "It says so in all the papers." "Now look, Terry... every time a miracle happens someone gets hurt." "Hurt?" "─ It doesn't always work for everyone." "I just don't want to see you hurt." "Not you." "Understand?" "Yes, perhaps I do." "That sounds better." "You know... it's nice to be back here again." "To find everything the same." "Just as it was in the old days." "It isn't the same, Peter." "It can't ever be the same." "Take it easy." "Everyone says you made a wonderful adjustment." "Oh, sure I made a wonderful adjustment." "But I've never given up hoping that someday..." "Terry, this isn't like you." "Oh, I know what's the matter, Peter." "You'll be the last one to believe in a miracle." "But after all, it just stands to reason that there must be something, somewhere." "That holds the world together." "And it fixes up pains when no one else can." "I'm sorry angel, but..." "That's a little out of my field." "See you tomorrow?" "Tomorrow." "[ church bells ]" "[ church bells ]" "Hello Doctor." "─ Hello Monsignor." "Come on in." "Can you spare a blessing for a pious pilgrim?" "Come on in." "Don't talk to me about pilgrims." "If this keeps up we'll have to build a whole new town." "They're already talking about that down at the chamber of commerce." "No." "I'll stick to my pipe." "I hope the people go back home." "We don't have the hospitals to care for them here." "The doctors, neither." "There is nothing we can do for them... nothing." "My boy... they don't want you to do anything at all." "They're looking to the Blessed Joseph." "A lot he'll do for them." "By the way, you... you know Terry Gilmartin?" "Yes, I know Terry." "In fact, I'm her Latin tutor." "A wonderful girl." "─ Yes." "Wonderful parents, too." "I was with her father the day he died." "I was with Terry the day she was thrown from the horse." "For a while, the whole world just came to a stop for her." "And then she began to make the kind of recovery doctors dream of." "She began to build a whole new life for herself." "Now she's just like all the rest of these people." "Dreaming and hoping for the impossible." "You mean, she's never going to be any better?" "There's nothing to hope for?" "─ Nothing." "A complete break in the spinal cord." "She'll never walk again." "Now you see what I mean, Monsignor." "What are we going to do with people like Terry?" "Who get their hopes so high?" "They're going to be worse off than they were before." "You're trying too hard." "Trying to do too much." "Alright, I'm out of joint just like the rest of the world." "Nothing adds up to anything anymore." "Peter." "─ Yes?" "What happened to you while you were away?" "─ Oh, I don't know." "I guess I was just like a thousand other kids." "I had a lot of big plans and somehow..." "Nothing every came of them." "Here I am at 35, back in this town." "Not because I believe in it but..." "Because there is nowhere else to go." "Nothing else to hang on to." "As a boy, you had on you the mark of my hand..." "When I caught you stealing apples from my orchard." "Didn't you?" "─ That was a heavy hand." "There is a heavier hand over you now..." "Peter." "Well... drop in and see me once in a while." "Even if you don't come to church." "And oh yes." "If you're running short of beds..." "I can put up a few cases for you in the Rectory." "Thanks Monsignor." "Thanks a lot." "José... are you sure you got out of bed all by yourself?" "─ Yes." "I mean..." "Doctor Morrell did not help you?" "─ No." "But he was in the room." "─ Marc." "I was looking at Blessed Joseph." "─ Of course." "See, I'm only trying to..." "Reconstruct exactly what happened." "But you know what happened." "I walked..." "I can still walk." "Let me show you." "─ No, no, no." "Not now." "Now José... you are a priest of God, but also a man of science." "Don't you think you could possibly have imagined this?" "While you were delirious?" "Yes, I thought of all that." "But it's really very simple." "Because, if it was not a miracle." "I could not have walked." "Of course." "Hello John." "─ Hello Marc." "Isn't it wonderful?" "─ I never liked crowds." "Come on, Marc." "Don't always be so rational about everything." "I know it will make a big change in our way of life." "But perhaps we needed a big change... all of us." "Listen to the murmur of that crowd." "It's like the hum of a great orchestra just before the start of a concert." "And like music that swept you off your feet." "Father... oh Father, bless me." "Bless me." "Father..." "Thanks." "How is the boy, Doctor?" "─ The poor kid didn't have a chance." "Is he?" "Of course." "The trip alone was enough to kill him." "I only tried a million-to-one shot." "Alright Miss Hamilton." "You're elected... break the news to his mother." "Shall I send her in here?" "I suppose so." "Technicalities and stuff." "Oh, do you want to see a Father Arnoux?" "Is he waiting?" "─ Since you went into surgery." "Okay... hold it." "First, get me the file on Father Sierra." "It's here." "Alright." "Thank you." "Please step in, Father." "─ Thank you." "Hello, Father." "─ Hello, Doctor." "You have a very busy hospital." "─ Most haven't got a cent." "Sit down." "They go up the hill to be cured by your people..." "And then they need medical attention and we get them... cigarette?" "You look a little tattered." "Did you get caught in the crowd?" "More like a cattle stampede." "Yes." "The rich, the hurt, the lame, the blind... the poor" "And all because someone started to cry "miracle"." "Half of them would have come just as quickly if somebody had shouted "gold"." "Humanity I love, but crowds..." "Well now... may I please see the records on Father Sierra?" "Records?" "Oh yes... yes, of course." "They're around here somewhere." "Here we are." "Thank you." "Nothing much there." "Just a record of visits made." "A few medicines ordered." "Is that all?" "─ That's all." "No X-Rays?" "─ I guess there were none." "Neuro-circulatory asthenia." "─ Yes." "Something like "shell-shock" isn't it?" "Well, that depends." "And medicine you think, cannot account for his cure?" "Look, Father... human beings are just so many wonderful machines." "Sometimes you can fix them." "Sometimes you cannot." "I see... and you couldn't..." "Fix Father Sierra." "What is this?" "Cross examination?" "Not at all." "But you haven't answered my question." "Excuse me, Doctor... but Mrs Dunne..." "─ Ah." "Her son just died a couple of minutes ago." "Sure, send her in." "One of the "pilgrims"?" "─ Uhuh." "Please sit down." "There are several papers to be filled out, Mrs Dunne." "Please don't mind." "They won't need much time." "First, I want to tell you about your son." "He had no pain when he died." "Father... why is my boy dead?" "Why?" "Explain to me why." "Mrs Dunne, please..." "─ They said there was a miracle here." "They said all I had to do was to come here and my baby would be alright." "Please Mrs..." "─ I came, and look at me." "I converted my insurance policy." "I sold everything I had." "I'd have sold my flesh." "What did I have other than the life of my baby?" "Can you explain to me why he is dead?" "Mrs Dunne..." "─ Why?" "Miss Hamilton." "─ No." "No, I don't want..." "I want..." "─ Now, now Mrs Dunne." "Where is he?" "I haven't seen him yet." "May I go with you?" "─ Thank you." "I want to see my boy." "I wish I could have done more for the boy." "He would have died anyhow, but not so soon." "He couldn't stand the excitement." "─ You mean he died of too much miracle?" "I'll be going." "I am sorry I have taken your time." "Not at all... not at all." "Good morning, Miss Hamilton." "─ Good morning, Doctor." "The State Medical Association called up." "They want to arrange an appointment with you." "Tell them tomorrow." "No, make it the day after tomorrow." "Some of the doctors have come from out of town." "What do they want?" "─ Well, I'm not sure they know." "No two of them seem to agree on anything." "But they'd like to talk to you." "Fine." "Always glad to talk to doctors who can't agree on miracles." "Make it this afternoon." "[ phone rings ]" "Doctor Morrell speaking... who?" "Mrs Gilmartin?" "Of course, put her on." "And how are you?" "When did you get back?" "Yes." "What's that?" "I wouldn't have called you at the hospital, Peter." "But Terry is running a high temperature." "Yes... 103 to 104..." "Alright Nora, don't worry." "I'll be right over." "Yup..." "Can I come in?" "Oh hello, Peter." "─ Hi, Nora." "I don't know what to think." "She seemed fine yesterday." "We were packing for this trip and all of a sudden, she began to run a temperature." "It's been rising ever since." "Oh, she was so excited about the trip." "Do you think that is what it is, Peter?" "The excitement?" "Never a moment of peace." "You go right on in, Peter." "I'll be with you in a few moments. ─ Alright." "Hello?" "Oh, hello Alice." "I've been so worried." "Terry is sick and I don't know what..." "Hello, angel." "Your mother tells me you are not feeling well." "Taking your own temperature, huh?" "Uhuh." "─ Thank you." "Do you mind?" "Say, all these yours?" "Uhuh." "Not bad... dancing girls and everything." "You've come a long way." "A lot better than the last time I was here." ""107"... you know you're a lucky young woman." "With a temperature like that you should have been dead hours ago." "Oh, Peter..." "I feel awful." "Just awful." "─ I know." "But you'd feel better if you'd really put this over on me, wouldn't you." "Tell me, what did you use?" "A hot-water bottle." "─ Peter, you beast." "You knew all the time." "─ Of course." "When I was a boy we used to use the radiator to get a really high temperature." "Only trouble was, we sometimes burned our tongues." "Oh Peter, look." "I love mother and I wouldn't hurt her for anything." "If you're a good sport you won't tell how I tried to fool her, will you?" "Why shouldn't I?" "Because..." "I don't want to go to Europe." "I want to stay right here." "Now don't be silly." "You're not making sense, Terry." "I don't want to make sense." "I want the impossible to happen just once in my life, Peter." "You mustn't say that, Terry." "You mustn't even think of it." "I know." "Be a good girl, Terry." "Be a brave girl, Terry." "Keep on drawing pictures of all the things you can never do..." "Well, Peter?" "It's alright Nora, just a sudden flare-up." "I think the fever will go down about as suddenly as it went up." "Thanks, Peter..." "I've been so worried." "Tell me, how soon are you leaving for Europe?" "The day after tomorrow." "Well, I think you can still make that trip if you like." "In fact, I would strongly recommend it." "What Terry needs is a good change of climate... at once." "But her fever?" "─ Don't worry about her fever." "Here..." "Just see that she gets a few of these, and take a few yourself." "Just relax." "─ Thanks, Peter." "Well... have a nice trip." "─ Thank you, Peter." "Thank you for everything." "Thank you." "Of course, we can't anticipate the decision of the church." "But is there a reason the pilgrims can't be allowed to say prayers in our Chapel?" "If, of course, they don't disturb the regular schedules of our novices." "Father Rector, photographers want to take some pictures of Father Sierra's room." "No, that's quite impossible." "Father, there are times when pictures are more moving than rosaries." "No... and tell them that is final." "We've been quite liberal with the press and they must be content." "Content?" "Press?" "It seems to me that when a tide is moving there is only one thing to do." "We should move with it." "Father, there are sixteen new applications for the novitiate." "Sixteen young men who wish to follow in the steps of Blessed Joseph." "Who wish to follow and... [ phone rings ]" "Paul!" "Yes?" "..." "No..." "No, no photographs within the walls." "Paul, what is it?" "Oh nothing, just a little dizziness." "You've been driving yourself too hard." "Why don't we hear from his excellency?" "Every day brings us new evidence that Blessed Joseph was truly a Saint of God." "Hardly evidence." "─ Why do you fight this, Marc?" "Why must your whole life be one of unending questioning?" "You've been stalking this thing like a..." "Well, like a criminal lawyer." "Marc, what proof do you want?" "We have the word of the doctor himself." "The word of a man who believes in nothing." "All the more convincing, then." "If he can't explain it away, it must be a miracle." "Peter." "─ Hello Monsignor." "Come in, come in." "Caesar!" "Quiet, Caesar." "Caesar!" "Caesar, I'll give you to the Jesuits." "The final and most terrifying threat." "Well again, how are you, Peter?" "Like the town." "Nervous, rushed and bothered." "I'll tell you why I'm here." "You said the other day if we ran out of bed-space at the hospital you'd help out." "And I haven't forgotten." "What space do you need?" "What's the matter?" "What goes on here?" "─ This is her Latin lesson." "She's supposed to be on her way to Europe." "I said goodbye to her yesterday." "Now, everything will work out for the best." "Come in." "See for yourself." "Hello, Peter." "─ Hello." "I thought you'd be on your way to Paris by now." "So did I." "But here I am, still following the Roman legions around Gaul." "Come along Terry." "Come clean." "What happened?" "Alright, Peter." "This trip to Europe did mean a lot to me, and to mother too." "But there was something else here that meant a great deal more." "You know what, don't you?" "─ I think I do." "Yes." "Terry didn't want to go away because she didn't want to miss graduation." "Oh, graduation?" "─ Yes, didn't you know?" "She's graduating in June." "Top of her class." "I'm very proud of her." "So at the last minute I said to her mother, now..." "You do what you want to do." "And I said to Terry: you do you want to do." "And that settled everything fine." "─ It sure did." "Well..." "I'll consult with the tyrant in the kitchen." "We should be able to make room for at least five of your patients." "I didn't want you to do this, Terry." "I know you told mother to take me away because you think I'm... incurable." "That's what every doctor has said." "I know no doctor and no miracle can help me." "That's what you think, isn't it?" "─ Terry, be reasonable." "I'm tired of being reasonable." "Tired." "There comes a time in everyone's life when it's all or nothing." "That's the way it is with me now." "Either I throw this chair away for keeps..." "Honey, please." "─ But there's nothing more to live for." "Nothing." "Five blessings to you." "I'll tell him." "Five people, Peter." "We'll take five she said." "But she won't shave the men's whiskers... well, I'll do that." "Thanks." "I'll be running back now, Monsignor." "Thanks again." "Bye, Terry." "Goodbye." "Is there anything more I can do?" "No... no, you've fixed everything up fine." "Just fine." "[ buzzer ]" "Alright, alright." "I'm coming." "I'm sorry to bother you at this hour, Brother, but I must see Father Arnoux." "Father Arnoux is busy right now." "─ Very well then." "I'll wait." "He's in Chapel." "Hearing the confessions of the novices." "Oh." "I see." "Of course... you can wait in the community room if you like." "That's alright." "I know the way." "Father Arnoux." "It is I, Doctor Morrell." "Doctor?" "What are you doing here?" "─ I had to see you." "Well..." "I'm finished now, anyway." "I'll see you in the community room." "─ No... no." "This is alright." "I want to talk to you and it has to be alone." "You want to go to confession?" "No... no, I don't." "Well, what is it?" "It's about a girl who lives in the town here." "She thinks she's going to walk just because Father Sierra was able to walk." "But... it's an incurable case." "I can hold her off for a while but I can't hold her off forever." "It's hard to explain since you don't know her." "Doctor, I'm not sure I understand." "Surely, you're not responsible?" "─ I am responsible." "For every one of these pilgrims that come here looking for a miracle." "Now, now Doctor." "Control yourself." "What is it you are trying to tell me?" "I'm trying to tell you that you were right, to be suspicious." "Suspicious?" "Of what?" "There is nothing to this miracle." "It is just a hoax." "A fraud, a thing I dreamed up myself." "Doctor... this can't be true." "Oh, I didn't mean any harm." "─ But..." "At first, I only wanted to help Father Sierra." "But after all, he..." "He did walk and he... he did have some kind of a vision." "A vision in which he spoke with Blessed Joseph." "Father Sierra, didn't talk with Blessed Joseph." "He talked with me." "With you?" "Yes, it was I that told him to get up and walk." "I felt at the start it was a nervous condition." "I gave him an injection and his imagination did the rest." "But how?" "I always wondered about the power of suggestion." "And here was the chance to test it." "Besides, it was fun." "Fun?" "─ Yes." "A crazy kind of fun." "Watching you Jesuits scurry around like so many black-robed dancers." "Getting worked up about nothing." "Giving statements, building up a Jesuit centre." "And all because of a miracle that wasn't a miracle." "This is blasphemy!" "─ What's the use of debating it?" "It's done." "Now you want to know..." "How to undo it?" "Yes." "Because there was one thing I didn't count on." "I never realised what it was going to do to other people." "People like Terry." "She wants this miracle so much she'll die if she doesn't get it." "What are you going to do?" "What can I do?" "You are going to tell the truth." "─ To whom?" "To everyone concerned." "─ Not to Terry." "Yes." "To the whole world if necessary." "Come." "I'll go with you to Father Rector." "─ Now hold on, Father." "I'm not going to tell the truth to anyone and neither are you." "What you hear in confession is secret, isn't it?" "Why yes... but you are not making a confession." "You said yourself..." "─ Alright then." "I'm making a confession now." "I'm putting you under the seal of confession." "You can't do a thing like that." "You mustn't." "There are others involved." "You haven't..." "You have no right... you are making me an accomplice to blasphemy." "I can't help that." "I'm binding you not to breathe a word of this to a living soul." "The truth is bound to come out, sooner or later." "There will be other doctors." "They'll never agree with each other." "They don't agree now." "Well, they will want to see the records on Father Sierra." "Just after I talk to you at the hospital." "I cannot even..." "Curse you as I should..." "Morrell." "God help you." "And God help me." "Oh God most merciful." "Grant this man the grace to see the truth." "And the courage to speak it." "Don't let this mockery continue." "Show us the way, oh Lord." "Or we are lost." "Fathers, this is a historic day for St Gregory's." "The cause of Blessed Joseph is moving forward at last." "The Archbishop has granted our petition." "Permission will be named to take testimony at once." "Congratulations, Father Duquesne." "Congratulations." "But tell me... what was the Archbishop's own personal feeling in the matter?" "He doesn't say yes, and he doesn't say no." "He gives us a free hand, and that's all I need." "Well, now." "Are there any questions?" "─ Father Rector." "Do you... do you have a good canon lawyer to plead our case in Rome?" "One of the best." "We shall be represented in this cause by Father Arnoux." "Father Rector..." "You know I found it impossible to believe in this miracle from the very beginning." "I must ask to be excused." "Really, Father..." "I know this is most irregular." "Let me remind you that your own belief is a matter that doesn't concern us now." "Father Rector..." "How can I plead a case in which I do not believe?" "One moment, Father." "As your superior, I can't of course..." "Command you to believe in something you in good conscience, can't accept." "But as your superior I can and do request you to prepare the case." "In which I believe." "That will be all, Fathers." "I'll ask you to remain, Father Arnoux." "Father Keene." "─ Yes, sir?" "I asked Dr Morrell to stop by." "When he comes, will you send him in here please?" "I shall tell him." "You will be staying to supper, Monsignor?" "Today is Sunday, isn't it?" "─ Uhuh." "And you'll be having cold mashed potatoes." "No thank you... besides, we're having icebox cake at the Rectory tonight." "And your desserts are always terrible." "Well what do you say, Monsignor?" "I don't know." "I don't know." "Sometimes I feel very much like Father Arnoux." "Thank you Brother Clifford." "Then why bother to help us as much as you do?" "Vanity, Father Quarterman." "Vanity." "You Jesuits have a way of turning up on the winning side." "And I like to be with the winners." "Now, Father Arnoux." "Perhaps you'll be good enough to explain the meaning of this unusual attitude." "I have no explanation." "You must do as I bid you." "You are under a special vow of obedience." "─ Yes, I know." "I know, a good Jesuit surrenders his will to that of his order." "In all things." "And most of the time I have." "But suddenly there is no point to it anymore." "Call it insubordination if you will." "Disrespect for authority." "The fact is I am going stale." "There is nothing anyone can do about it." "─ Marc, this isn't like you." "I'd expect that from Fulton or Rawleigh or the younger Fathers, but not from you." "You're made of different stuff." "Am I?" "I wonder." "Alright Father Rector." "Let me ask you a question." "Why were you so quick to believe in this miracle?" "Would you be so quick..." "If it wasn't the one thing you needed to prove Blessed Joseph a Saint?" "You mean to imply that I perpetrated a trick on this community?" "No, of course not." "You were sincere, but you were wrong." "And then everybody followed you." "Even the church." "The church has taken no stand in the matter." "Well, you said it yourself." "It gives you a free hand." "It allows you to go on promoting this fantastic enterprise." "Sir, there is no promotion." "─ Not directly, perhaps, but..." "You reasoned, this might be a miracle." "Therefore, it will prove itself." "It has proved itself." "Ah, Doctor, you've come at just the right moment." "Doctor..." "let me ask you." "On your word of honour." "Is it your opinion that this was truly a miracle?" "The recovery of Father Sierra..." "Will go down in medical history as a case for which we have no explanation." "There Marc, you see?" "I don't care what a doctor says." "What evidence do you have as against Dr Morrell?" "I have no evidence." "Marc... there are no two ways about this." "Either you do as I say..." "Or I shall have to..." "─ Very well then." "I resign." "I can no longer be a Jesuit." "─ No, no, no." "That solves nothing." "What are you holding back?" "What is it?" "What is it?" "Goodbye, Father Rector." "Oh no, Marc... you can't go like this." "Marc... you can't fail me now." "It is you who are failing me." "No." "God make me right." "Father Rector!" "Father." "I don't know." "Heart attack." "There is nothing I can do in there." "It rather gets me." "These prayers for the dying." "What's getting you, Doctor, is that in there lies another victim of your..." "Glorious hoax." "I won't argue with you." "You can stop this thing before it gets any worse." "By this time, no-one would believe me." "I destroyed Father Sierra's records." "I've no proof any more." "You can tell what happened." "I would tell now, but you call the truth." "What good would it do?" "It would only hurt the people who have come here with hearts full of hope." "Sooner or later you are going to help them anyway." "Just as you helped Father Rector." "Do you know when Father Rector was hurt?" "At the very moment he began to fear it was all a lie." "And that's when the rest of the people will be hurt too." "Morrell, I beg of you." "Do what is right for once." "Stop worrying about who will be helped and who will be hurt." "Try to live one life at a time." "Your own." "Alright, Father." "Have it your way." "Tell anyone you want, any way you please." "─ Morrell." "Father Arnoux..." "Father Rector is asking for you." "Come quickly, please." "Edward." "Have I been anointed?" "─ Yes, Paul." "Everything has been done." "Father Rector." "─ Hello, Marc." "I'm sorry." "I tried to do too much." "Too soon." "There is no hurry when you are dealing with eternity." "Even a miracle needs time to grow in." "Edward." "Edward." "─ Yes, Paul." "There isn't much to dying." "It's like moving from one room to another." "This is the day appointed." "And I'm content." "You must spare yourself, Father Rector." "Why should I spare myself now?" "Father Keene..." "Father Keene." "Yes, Father Rector." "You will be acting-Rector." "Until the new one is appointed." "Use your authority with discretion." "And try to serve God with a smile." "And Monsignor... you too." "A Jesuit to the end." "I'm honoured." "Is there anything I can do for you?" "─ Yes." "Don't neglect the Fathers when I'm gone." "Come and... plague them in the way you did me." "And sometimes... remember to..." "To sing a small..." "Te Deum for me." "A Te Deum, Father Rector?" "Yes." "This is not a time for mourning." "This is a time for rejoicing." "I begin to see now that..." "The miracle is to have faith." "To have faith is the real miracle." "The Lord God is my shepherd." "Whom then shall I fear?" "Edward." "Edward." "─ Yes, Paul?" "Give me your blessing, Edward." "Dixio Dei Omnipotentis ." "Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti." "Amen." "I don't believe you, Peter." "I just don't believe you." "I'm telling you the truth, Terry." "There's nothing to this miracle." "There never was." "That's why the church has suddenly called off all these pilgrimages." "But how do you know this?" "How can anyone know for sure?" "Terry, I was there." "I planned it all." "Father Sierra walked because he was always able to walk." "it was just like a case of shell-shock." "That's all." "So I gave him a new shock." "A feeling that he was talking with Blessed Joseph." "Suddenly, he got up and walked." "Is he really telling the truth, Monsignor?" "Would I permit him to lie about a thing like that?" "I don't know." "Everything seems to be a lie." "Maybe he thinks he can shock me." "Make me stand up and walk like Father Sierra." "Of that, I would lie to you, Terry." "You've no idea what lies I would tell you if they would help." "But... but what about all the other cases?" "Lots of people were helped." "You can't deny that." "Honey, they helped themselves." "These were all cases to do with the nervous system." "Like so many motors that turn over if they get the right spark." "But your case is different, Terry." "Yours is organic." "Organic?" "─ Yes." "It's like a break in the wiring system of a car." "A break that can't be mended." "It can't." "Terry." "There are other things in the world." "Enough of them to make life pretty good." "Don't worry." "You said yourself, you thought it would be a great joke on the Fathers." "Well, I've got a sense of humour too." "I can take a... joke." "Terry." "I'm sorry for what I've done." "Well, I guess being sorry isn't enough." "It doesn't change anything." "I'll be moving out of town as soon as I can get my things together." "May I see you again before I go?" "And you think I would close my door in your face?" "Thanks, Monsignor." "Take care of her." "Have you heard from your mother, Terry?" "Well..." "I suppose she must be in Rome by now." "Oh by the way." "Thanks for saving the stamps for me." "They're beautiful." "You know, if I were an angel..." "I think half the fun would be flying from one new place to another." "And bringing home all the stamps." "Terry." "Would it be so bad to be deprived of a miracle?" "Well, I suppose it must be if you need one badly enough." "It's hard for me to understand." "I see miracles everywhere I look." "They are there all the time." "I'm an old man." "And the only prayer I ever learned to say was the "Our Father"." "And that's left everything up to Heaven." "Once I learned to say it and mean it." "I saw miracles everywhere I looked." "We're miracles ourselves." "And what more proof would one need of God?" "It's a miracle that God loves us... but He does." "He does." "Yes, Monsignor." "And He loves you too, Terry." "And He never forgets." "Well, I must be going, I guess." "Good morning." "Good morning." "─ Good morning, Monsignor." "Cleaning up the miracle, huh?" "─ That's right." "Caesar, here!" "Caesar, come here." "Back here, go." "Get in there Caesar." "Stay there." "Good morning." "─ Good morning." "How goes everything with the grand army of Heaven this beautiful morning?" "May I advise you Monsignor, that you are addressing the acting-Rector." "And the acting Vice-Rector of St Gregory's." "Oh." "Well then, are congratulations in order, Father Rector?" "No... not quite... not yet, Monsignor." "Sit down." "─ Thank you." "We've reason to believe, that we may have official word on the matter quite soon." "You sent for me, Father Keene?" "Yes, I did." "But I did not send for Father Arnoux." "Isn't that your dog, Monsignor?" "─ Now Caesar, down." "I told him to stay in the car but, he likes to hear the latest news." "I took the liberty of asking Father Arnoux to accompany me." "No matter." "What I have to say might just as well be said to you both." "As acting-Rector it is my duty to make various assignments for the house." "And frankly Fathers, I am puzzled." "I hardly know how to place you." "I gather that you Father Arnoux, have not been at all happy with us here, of late." "As for you Father Quarterman, I can't seem to account for you at all." "We carry you as a guest of the house but you seem to be assigned to no province." "May I suggest that..." "Perhaps this cable from Rome will clarify matters." "Ah, it is from Father General, and it says..." "It says that Father Quarterman is an official visitor." "With power over us all." "Even over Father Provincial if necessary." "So they're changing the guard at Buckingham Palace." "Father Quarterman, I am at your service." "─ Thank you, Father Keene." "I am happy to announce..." "Fathers." "That your new Rector will be Father Arnoux." "Father Quarterman." "I don't know what to say." "On that point Father, our rules are quite explicit." "You have only to say "yes"." "Yes." "Father Keene is relieved as of today." "Father Sierra becomes Vice-Rector." "What, if I may I ask, is your pleasure with respect to myself?" "Father Keene, your severity almost tempts me to suggest..." "That for the next thirty days you make the long retreat." "But instead, I recommend to Father Rector that he assign you to library work." "And also, to loan you on Sundays to the Monsignor whenever he has need of you." "Oh no..." "Father Keene is a valuable man." "You can't spare him." "Besides, the honour is to me." "Why do I deserve such an honour?" "An order is an order." "I accept what is given me." "But I fail to understand how it could happen." "Ah, my boy, discipline, discipline." "It's a lovely and wonderful thing." "Well goodbye for now, Father..." "Rector." "And the best of everything to you." "Thank you, Monsignor." "You must always feel at home here." "I will, if you stop serving those awful..." "I think I can promise some French cooking from now on." "Do it... come on, Caesar... come." "Caesar!" "Caesar!" "Such a nice sense of discipline." "Perhaps he too should have been a Jesuit?" "Caesar!" "Hello." "Hello, Father." "Would it be alright Father, if I said a prayer in your Chapel?" "Well, there must be some mistake." "Our Chapel is not always open to the public." "This is a Seminary." "Oh." "─ But how did you get in?" "Oh that was easy." "Joe brought me." "─ Joe?" "Who is he?" "He drives a delivery truck so this morning he delivered me." "I came in the back way." "You don't mind, do you?" "Well, I'm sorry, but I'll have to ask you to leave... you see, a rule is a rule." "But I want to say a prayer in the Chapel where you prayed for Father Sierra." "It's quite impossible." "I told you, our Chapel is not always open to the public." "What's the matter with everyone all of a sudden?" "It was a miracle." "I don't care what anyone says." "You can't just lock it up and put it away as if nothing had happened, can you?" "My dear child..." "─ You're just like Dr Morrell." "Dr Morrell?" "He too tried to tell me that everything was all over." "Just a minute." "Is your name Terry?" "─ Yes... how did you know?" "Well, we Jesuits get around now and then." "Couldn't you break a rule just once?" "No, Terry." "I can't say it's alright for you to go into Chapel." "But you can say a prayer here if you like." "Oh thank you, Father." "That's something, anyway." "Now Terry, if you'll wait here, I'll see about getting you back to town." "Oh, Doctor." "Just the man I'm looking for." "Well, good morning and congratulations Father Rector." "I've come to say I've done everything you wanted." "I've told everybody everything and now I'm discharging myself." "Peter..." "I want you to stay on as the house physician." "Sorry, Father." "Take it from me." "We're from two different worlds." "Better not try to mix them." "What is it you're angry about now?" "Starting a new war with Heaven?" "─ No, Father." "I've learned my lesson." "Terry." "What is this?" "Oh yes." "That's what I wanted to tell you, Doctor." "What's the matter?" "Terry." "Is she hurt?" "─ No." "Just fainted, that's all... here." "Hold her head down." "She'll be alright in a moment." "The pulse is coming back." "─ But Peter..." "How do you explain this?" "I can't, Father... it's beyond me." "You mean she..." "She is going to walk?" "You saw it happen." "She's coming around." "Hello Terry." "Hello Peter." "Oh Peter..." "The strangest thing happened just now." "I know, Terry." "I know." "─ No, you don't." "I was praying." "Then suddenly, I don't know why." "I found myself praying for you, Peter." "For me?" "And as soon as I started praying for you." "It happened." "It happened." "The Monsignor was right." "God doesn't forget us." "No." "He doesn't." "Doesn't..." "T-G"