The Miracle of Our Lady of Fatima Page #6

put it in her head.

MAN 2:

I don't believe

she ever saw it.

Lcia, look.

There's Our Lady

on the church roof.

She's waving to you.

Fly up, little bird,

and give her a kiss.

[ALL LAUGH]

MAN 3:

Here comes the little thing

who saw the Virgin.

My mother says

you're in danger of hellfire.

Please don't say that,

Manuelita.

I guess my mother knows

a mortal sin when she sees one.

Leave her alone.

You be quiet, Manuelita.

You, priest.

Come here.

Yes, Senhor Administrator.

What can I do for you?

This is Manuel Marques Ferreira.

Parish priest of Ftima,

number 17793,

as you'll see

by my police card.

Senhor Machado Pais

has been appointed

magistrate of Ourm.

It's a pleasure,

senhor.

We're not here for pleasure.

Where are the children?

What children?

You know. You know the children.

The ones you've been using

to stir up people

with reports of a vision.

There, now you'll get it.

I, senhor?

Under the laws

of the republic,

reports of miracles

are a crime.

But I'm not an accessory

to this particular crime.

We'll see about that.

Those little puppets of yours

will tell us

who's pulling the strings.

Where are they?

Point them out.

I know of no children

who have seen

the Blessed Virgin.

You're lying.

What are their names?

Unreported, senhor.

Except that one was

a Lcia somebody-or-other.

These people must know.

They know every child

in the village.

You know the children, senhora?

You, senhor?

You?

You there,

you know the children?

You?

Well, speak up, somebody!

I want to know the children

who say they saw the Virgin.

Don't lie to protect

this priest.

The government's your friend,

not the Church.

Those who help the priest

in this fraud will...

Will go to jail with him.

Well, come on, speak up.

Who are these brats?

My,

you all look

very, very pretty

in your nice

Communion dresses.

Yes.

I'm sure that one of you

smart young ladies

can tell me all about

the children

who saw the miraculous vision

of the Holy Mother?

Mm?

Well, come on, come on.

What's the matter,

have you lost your tongues?

You, little one,

who is Lcia?

I don't know, senhor.

You, where is Lcia?

She--

Which Lcia,

Your Excellency?

We have dozens

of Lcias here.

Dreamers, stargazers,

fanatics

whose flights of fancy

can conjure up

anything from a flock of angels

to a devil on horseback.

[CROWD LAUGHING]

Now, as for me,

I think this latest one

about a lovely lady in a tree

is fascinating.

Personally,

I love climbing trees.

[MEN CHUCKLE]

Quiet, you fool.

My apologies,

Senhor Administrator.

I was only trying to point that

you gentlemen of the government

seem to believe more

in this miracle than we do.

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