The Miracle of Our Lady of Fatima

Tsk, tsk.

Oh, no, no.

The orchard belongs

to a friend of mine.

And he had told me

to help myself.

But his men didn't know that.

So they set the dogs on me.

Seven big mastiffs

leaping at my throat

with blood in their eyes.

And there I was, all alone.

And with my bare hands...

I fought them.

Poor dogs.

They'll never leap again.

You killed them?

Mm-hm.

All except the biggest one.

He laid on his back

and cried like a baby--

[ALL GIGGLE]

--so I spared him.

You tell such lovely stories,

Hugo,

but I know they're not true.

You'd better ask Father Ferreira

to forgive you.

Oh, no.

No priest for Hugo.

Why not?

Oh, it's all right

to go to church

and meditate on your sins

and beg forgiveness

and swear that you'll

never commit them again.

That's fine for little girls,

but not for

a big fellow like me.

Don't you believe in God?

Let's say, uh,

that God doesn't believe in me.

Now, go on home.

Goodbye. Bye.

Bye, Hugo.

Bye.

Bye.

[WHISTLING]

Good morning, Father.

Oh, hello, Hugo.

Oh, Father? I, um...

I have a little business

that takes me to Ourm today.

And I thought perhaps

if you would want me

to get some good wine

for the altar,

I know where I can get it

very cheap.

No, thank you.

Sorry, Father.

Oh, uh...

Just a moment.

You're

an educated man, Hugo.

You come of a good family

in Lisbon, a pious family.

Why don't you come back

to the Church?

I've thought about it,

Father, and I, uh...

I may.

If you'll let me

take up the collections.

[SMACKS LIPS]

[SCOFFS]

[PLAYING LIGHT MELODY]

[BRAYING]

Francisco!

Give me back my apron!

Don't take that

and get it dirty.

FRANCISCO:

Yeah, come on.

Stop him.

Charge me, touro. Try it.

I'll have you--

My apron!

Like Hugo when he fought

the seven bulls.

Come back with it,

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