The Miracle of Our Lady of Fatima Page #4

Lcia told you

about the vision?

MARIA ROSA:

Lcia? The vision?

What a wonderful thing.

Our children chosen by

the Holy Mother herself.

The Holy Mother?

What vision?

What are you talking about?

Lcia, Jacinta told everything.

They're out there now

talking about it, everybody.

Oh, Francisco,

why didn't you stop her?

I tried to. I couldn't.

Lcia, come out here.

Did you say you saw the Blessed

Virgin in the cova today?

I didn't

say anything, Mama.

But we did see

a lovely lady in a cloud.

Who else could it be?

She didn't say who she was.

A lady in a cloud?

Who's making up

these silly stories?

Jacinta and Francisco

say it's true.

They've never lied to us,

Maria Rosa, but--

They saw

the Mother of God?

In the cova

of all places.

Why should

she come there?

Stories like this can bring

the police to our door.

Mama, Papa, the whole village

is talking about us.

Tell your aunt and uncle you put

this nonsense in Jacinta's head.

But she didn't.

It happened.

Maria Rosa,

give her a chance.

Tell them you saw no lady.

Tell them you lied.

I didn't lie, Mama.

It's the truth.

Truth, huh?

I'll teach you the truth.

[SOBBING]

MARIA ROSA:

God help me.

All I need is that my youngest

should commit a deadly sin.

As if the Blessed Virgin

had nothing better to do

than ride around

in lighted clouds

and talk to silly children.

But, Maria Rosa,

it was the others who said

it was the Blessed Virgin,

not Lcia.

She was always a pious child,

Father,

but she loves stories

of saints and visions

and now she's making them up

herself.

Oh, when I think

of the blasphemy.

Where is this cova

you're talking about?

It's a 10-minute walk

from here.

It's my land, Father,

a place where we graze

the sheep.

I've pleaded with her.

Maria Rosa pleads

with a heavy hand.

Yes,

and I've punished her too.

But still,

she won't admit she lied.

Perhaps she isn't

aware of it.

These so-called visions are,

for the most part,

manifestations

of hysteria.

A little girl's

imagination.

But, Father,

the boy saw it too.

A child influenced by a mind

stronger than his own.

[CHUCKLES]

It's nothing to worry about.

You say, uh...

this lady of theirs

is supposed to appear again?

A month from today.

Why, that's Saint Anthony's

Feast Day.

A day the children love.

[CHUCKLES]

I don't think Lcia

and the others

will want to miss

the fun here in Ftima.

Ignore this thing.

Don't let it be mentioned

in your house.

In a month, they'll forget

all about it.

You'll see I'm right.

Thank you, Father.

Good night, Father.

FRANCISCO:

Papa!

JACINTA:

Mama, Mama,

where are you going?

To the market at Pedreiras.

This is the day

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