All language subtitles for The.Miracle.of.Our.Lady.of.Fatima.1952.iNTERNAL.HDTV.x264

Citizens of Portugal...

...soldiers and sailors of the
revolution...

...all that is left of the
king's garrison has either
surrendered or been killed.

Manuel has abdicated
and is on his way to England.

We proclaim the birth
of the People's Socialist
Republic.

In the Portugal of 1910,
there was a swift
and sudden uprising.

Planned and executed
by a socialist minority...

...its purpose was to overthrow
the government and establish a
police state.

Here was an early pattern
of what was to happen time
and again...

...in many countries of Europe.

As we have destroyed the power
of the monarchy in Portugal...

...so we will destroy
the power of the church.

And march on to the liberation
of the masses and rule of the
proletariat.

How often have we heard
those same words since then?

And so began a savage
persecution of all
religious orders.

Priests who opposed the
government were thrown
into prison.

Others caught in a dragnet
by the military police...

...were photographed and
numbered like common criminals.

But the Portuguese clung
to their faith.

And after seven years
of political upheaval...

...churches in remote districts
were permitted to reopen.

So it was in the mountain
village of Fatima...

...where a simple people
paid tribute to the God
of their fathers.

Here is Fatima on Sunday,
May 15, 1917.

-Some wine, Frederico?
-Antonio.

Drink.

I'm in bad trouble, Hugo.

You're a tired man, Antonio.

You work very hard on your land
and nothing grows.

It's enough to drive a man to
drink.

My wife doesn't know what I
suffer.

But I do, Antonio.

I can't sleep for thinking
about it. I say to myself:

"Hugo, you must help your
friend. He's trapped
like an animal."

-Like an animal.
-So I tell you this:

Sell that evil land.

Yes, yes, yes.

-Sell the land?
-Sure.

And with the money, you and I
will become partners
in a wonderful enterprise.

We'll buy a boat.

-A boat?
-Yes.

-In the mountains?
-We'll leave these
barren hills behind.

We go away to the sea,
become fishermen.

Fish need no watering,
no planting, nothing.

That's the life, I tell you.

Well?

I'm thinking.

You'll do it, huh?

No.

You refuse?

Mass is over. My wife is there.

But the land...

...the money, the fish.

Now we've got to find your
father.

Not only does he stay out all
night, but he also misses Mass.

Perhaps he had an accident,
Mama.

Every Saturday night he has an
accident.

A collision with the wine
bottle.

He's probably in jail.

Don't upset yourself, Mama.
Papa will come home.

He always does.

Maybe I'll find him at the
tavern. Don't wait.

-Lucia, you take the sheep
to thecova.
-Yes, Mama.

Good morning,
Senhora dos Santos.

-Where's Antonio?
-Antonio?

Bless you, senhora,
I have not seen him in a week.

Lucia, Papa and Mama have gone
to the market at Batalha.

To buy a pig. Papa told us
to take the sheep and go
with you to thecova.

Mama fixed bread and cheese for
us.

And Hugo provides the dessert.

-Oh, Hugo.
-Oh, Hugo.

Here.

Gently, Francisco, gently.
Ladies first.

Here, my beautiful little one,
here.

I brought them
all the way here from Ourem.

Good, huh? They should be.

They nearly cost me my life.

Your life?

I saw them in an orchard by the
roadside.

You stole them.

Stealing? Me?

Jacinta, how can you
think that about Hugo?

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?

All except the biggest one.

He laid on his back
and cried like a baby...

...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 that God doesn't
believe in me.

Now, go on home.

-Goodbye. Bye.
-Bye, Hugo.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Good morning, Father.

-Oh, hello, Hugo.
-Oh, Father?

I-- I have a little business
that takes me to Ourem today.

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.

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 may...

...if you'll let me take up the
collections.

Francisco.

Give me back my apron.

-Don't take that and get
it dirty.
-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,
do you hear me?

Come back.

There, you see what you've done?

Now what will Mama say
when I come home without it?

Don't cry, Jacinta.
I'll take all the blame.

Let's eat our lunch.

We must say the rosary first.

All right. You start, Lucia.

In the name of the Father, the
Son and the Holy Ghost. Amen.

I believe in God the Father
Almighty--

No, no. Let's do it the short
way.

-And wait for the echoes.
-All right. All together now.

Hail Mary.

Hail Mary.

-What was that?
-There must be a storm coming.

How could it be with the sky so
bright?

I don't know, but we'd better
head for home.

The sun is still out.

-Was that lightning?
-It must be.

Come on.

-Hey, come on there.
-Hurry up. Come on.

Hey, come on. Hurry up.

What are you looking at?

What's the matter? What was it?

What did you see?

Look.

Over there.

I don't see anything.

Don't be afraid.
I won't hurt you.

Come here to me, won't you?

Come closer.

There, that's better.

-You are not frightened now,
are you?
-No.

-Where does Your Excellency
come from?
-I am from heaven.

-Who are you talking to, Lucia?
-A lady.

I don't see her. Where is she?

Here, on the little tree.

-Don't you hear her?
-No.

Tell him to say the rosary.
Then he will see me.

She says to say the rosary,
Francisco.

What is it you want of me?

I come to ask you to come here
for six months in succession.

On the 13th day,
at the same hour...

...then I will tell you who I
am and what I want.

-Shall I go to heaven?
-Yes, you will.

-And Jacinta?
-Also.

-And Francisco?
-Yes.

But he will have
to say many rosaries.

Lucia, I can see her now.

I see her plain.

Do you wish to offer
yourself to God?

To endure all the suffering
he may please to send you?

To help atone for the sins
by which he is offended?

And to ask for the conversion
of sinners?

Shall we?

-Yes, we do.
-Yes, my lady.

Then you will have much
to suffer.

But the grace of God
will be your comfort.

My God, my God.

I love you in the most blessed
sacrament.

Say the rosary every day to
obtain peace for the world...

...and to end the war.

The beautiful lady is gone.

But she'll come back.

She said so.

-Didn't she, Lucia?
-Don't talk.

It's too wonderful.

Hello there, little ones.

-Hello, Hugo.
-Hi, Hugo.

Hey. Hey, wait a minute, it's
Hugo.

Don't you know me?

Have I changed so much since
this morning, or have you
suddenly become rich...

...lost interest in your poor
friend?

No, Hugo, we saw you.

Hey, what's the matter?

Anything wrong?

-What happened?
-We saw a beautiful lady
in thecova.

Will you tell me what a
beautiful lady would be doing
in thecova?

-It's getting late,
we'd better--
-She came from heaven.

From heaven, huh?
Well, a stranger in these parts.

Maybe she needs somebody
to show her around, huh?

She came in a cloud of light,
standing on a little tree.

Oh, Hugo, she was so pretty.
And so sad because the world
is so bad.

And we must pray awful hard
and make God feel better.

What's all this?

Beautiful ladies
in trees making speeches?

You must have stayed out
in the sun too long.

-We did see her, Hugo.
-And she was from heaven.

Don't say she wasn't, Hugo,
please.

Because we love her,
and if she doesn't come back....

Oh, baby.

I didn't say anything.

-But you don't believe it.
-All right.

If you say it, I believe it.

You saw a lady? Good.

She came from heaven?
Fine, that's fine.

You convinced me of that.

Only...

...let's keep it among
ourselves, huh? A secret.

You'll tell nobody but Hugo.

Why not?

Because other people
might not understand.

And they might make fun of you,
say ugly things.

Make you very unhappy.

What do you say we keep it
quiet, huh?

Just don't tell anybody but
Hugo.

Hugo's right.
We won't tell anybody.

Good. Now, go on home.
Go on, go on. Goodbye.

Oh, Mama, Papa you're late.

Did you find a good pig?

You're a nice pig, come here.
Nice pig.

Come on, that's it.

-Did you go to Mass in Batalha?
-Yes, at the cathedral.

Such a crowd, such music.

-I hope you girls
have supper started.
-The soup's nearly ready.

Mama, Mama,
I have something to tell you.

Jacinta, you promised.

We saw a lady at thecova.

A pretty lady
who came down from heaven.

Not now, little one. I have no
time for your fairy stories.

But you've got to listen
because it's true.

We saw her and she talked to us.

And then suddenly
she wasn't there anymore.

-Mercy's sake, what's got
into the child?
-It's no story. I saw it too.

But we promised Lucia we
wouldn't tell.

-That Lucia, she put her
up to this.
-No, she didn't.

-The lady was there all shining
in light.
-It blinded our eyes.

Francisco, a boy your age
telling such things.

No, now, give them a chance.

Something must have happened.

Don't cry, mimosa.
I'll listen to you.

-Where's Lucia?
-In the bedroom.

I told her she had to eat.

Leave her alone.
It's her stomach, not yours.

Lucia?

What's the matter with the
child?

Open the door, Carolina.

Aunt Olimpia.

-Lucia told you
about the vision?
-Lucia? The vision?

What a wonderful thing,
our children chosen by
the Holy Mother herself.

The Holy Mother?

What vision?
What are you talking about?

Lucia, 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.

Lucia, come out here.

Did you say you saw
the Blessed Virgin
in thecova?

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 but--

-They saw the Mother of God?
-In thecovaof 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.

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 Lucia.

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 thiscova
you're talking about?
-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.

It's nothing to worry about.

You say, 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.

I don't think Lucia and the
others will wanna miss
the fun here in Fatima.

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.

Papa.

-Mama, Mama, where are
you going?
-To the market at Pedreiras.

This is the day the lady
said she'd come back
to thecova.

Please stay and go with us.

No lady appeared to you,
you foolish child.

Don't tell me you tadpoles
are going to miss the Feast
of Saint Anthony today.

Have you forgotten? There'll be
a band and fireworks.

And dancing, and the blessed
bread for the poor
and the children?

We told our lady we'd meet her.
We can't break our word.

Look out then, here we go.

Goodbye.

-Bye, Mama. Bye, Papa.
-Goodbye.

-Bye.
-Bye Maria Rosa.

Goodbye.

If you children go to thecova■
today, you'll go without Lucia.

She's going with us
to Saint Anthony's Feast.

I can't help it.

What will we say to the lady?

Tell her my mother
wouldn't let me come.

Lucia?

Blow your nose and stop crying.
You're not going to thecova.

-But, Mama, I promised.
-Stop it, I tell you.

Senhor. We're from Carrascos,
senhor.

Tell us where we'll find the
field in which the children
saw the Blessed Virgin.

-They heard about it
as far Carrascos?
-And farther, senhor.

Also that the Holy Mother
will appear again today.

If you will direct us to the
field....

-Oh, thecovais--
-There's no such field.

No vision either.

Don't your children dream
in Carrascos? Go home.

Or stay for Saint Anthony's
Feast and you'll have something
for your crazy journey.

Come on, Antonio, we'll be late.

You see what your lies have
started.

-Here, here, you can't eat that.
-But I am eating it.

That's Saint Anthony's bread.
Father Ferreira hasn't
blessed it yet.

-Is that bad?
-Could be.

Then let him bless me,
because it's right in here.

Well, Senhora Carreira, glad
to see you are well again,
able to attend to your duties.

-We've missed you.
-Thank you, Father.

I'm not completely well yet.

Should you be here then?

I couldn't miss
Saint Anthony's Feast Day.

Besides, I'm taking
my crippled son to thecova.

I'm sure Our Lady
will be there again today.

You believe that story?

Don't you, Father?

I cannot accept the unsupported
testimony of three
imaginative children.

And if word of this should reach
the authorities, our church
will be in danger.

Forget that, senhora.

There, I told you we'd be late.

Father Ferreira has blessed the
bread.

Go join your Communion class
and try to behave as they do.

Remember, I'm keeping an eye on
you.

Here comes the little saint
who saw the Virgin.

What's the matter? Was the
vision called off for today?

-Her drunken father put it
in her head.
-I don't believe they saw it.

Lucia, look.

-There's Our Lady
on the church roof.
-She's waving to you.

Fly up, little bird, and give
her a kiss.

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 Fatima,
number 17793, as you'll see
by my police card.

Senhor Machado Pais has been
appointed magistrate of Ourem.

-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 Lucia 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 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 one of you
young ladies can tell me
about the children...

...who saw the miraculous vision
of the Holy Mother?

Well, come on, come on.

What's the matter,
have you lost your tongues?

You, little one, who is Lucia?

I don't know, senhor.

-You, where is Lucia?
-Which Lucia, Your Excellency?

We have dozens of Lucias here.

Dreamers, stargazers,
fanatics...

...whose flights of fancy
can conjure up...

...anything from a flock of
angels to a devil on horseback.

Now, as for me, I think this
latest one about a lovely lady
in a tree is fascinating.

Personally, I love climbing
trees.

Quiet, you fool.

My apologies, Senhor
Administrator.

I was only trying to point
that you of the government...

...seem to believe more
in this miracle than we do.

You, senhora, why are you
taking that child away?

Is it because she can tell me
what I want?

She won't tell you, senhor, but
I will.

You're right, my dear.
I was only trying to shield you.

But he'd have found out sooner
or later.

-This is the Lucia
you are looking for.
-I am not.

Now, now. Your first impulse
was a better one.

Go with him and tell everything.
Get it off your conscience.

-Be a nice girl, Lucia.
-My name is Manuelita.

-Lucia Manuelita de Costa.
-No, my name is Manuelita.

Don't be afraid. Don't be
afraid.

I only want you to face the
priest and tell the truth
about it, that's all.

You nearly did it that time.
Make yourself scarce.

-Take her home, Hugo.
-Come on, little one.

It's home for you, my little
one.

Or to some neighbor's house
until this thing blows over.

Don't take me home, Hugo.
Take me to thecova.

-To thecova ?
-Yes, Hugo.

The lady expects me there,
and it's nearly time.

-Don't you see? She must have
sent you.
-Me? Of all people....

-Please, Hugo.
-All right, my little one.
To thecovait is.

Stretch your legs, my gallant
Lucifer. For today, we ride
for love and liberty.

Francisco.

-I'm afraid. Let's run.
-It's all right. I'm here.

-But you can't hear her.
-She can hear me.

Jacinta.

There's Lucia.

There's the cloud.
It's coming toward the tree.

I knew it was true.
I knew it.

Are you there, dear lady?

I know I'm late.
I almost couldn't get here.

Dear lady, dear lady,
I knew you'd come back to us.

-I knew it, I knew it.
-You are unhappy, my daughter.

Only because of my mother,
but not anymore.

You're here.
Tell us what you'd have us do.

Jesus wishes to use you
to make me known and loved.

He wishes to establish
throughout the world
devotion to me.

So you must learn to read
and write...

...in order that you may
convey his message.

Do you hear a lady's voice?

I hear a buzzing sound,
like a bee in a bottle.

A bee in a bonnet.

Thou Mother of Divine Grace.
Thou purest Mother.

Pray for us.

Senhora Carreira is here
with a crippled boy.

She asked us to speak to the
lady.

Will you cure him, dear lady?

Her prayers shall be answered
within a year.

When will you take us
to heaven?

I will take Jacinta
and Francisco soon.

But you must remain here
sometime longer.

You're going to take them?

-You mean they're going to--?
-Have no fear for them.

But why must they go? Why?

What will I do without them?

Please, dear lady.
Don't you see?

We've been together
since we were babies.

They're like my sister and my
brother.

I took care of Jacinta
when she was just
a little thing.

Beside my mother, I love them
more than anyone in the world.

Don't cry.
If God takes us soon...

...we'll spend all our time
telling him about you.

Forgive me, my lady.

I'll do anything.

Let me suffer for them
and I'll be glad.

But don't take them.
Don't leave me here alone.

Dear child, I'll be
with you always.

All right, my lady. I promised
I'd do what you told me.

And I will...

...all my life.

I will never abandon you.
My immaculate heart
will be your refuge...

...and the path that leads
you to God.

-Please don't cry, Lucia.
-We'll pray to the lady.

Baby, baby, what's the matter,
huh? What's the matter?

Did you hear something that hurt
you?

The lady said she's gonna take
Jacinta and Francisco.

-We are going to heaven.
-And I don't want them to go.

-Maybe you misunderstood
the lady.
-No, I didn't.

Well, she might change her mind.
Ladies do, you know.

Did I ever tell you the time
I was walking through
a beautiful forest...

...when all of a sudden,
a great big dragon came roaring
out of a cave...

...breathing fire and smoke
with his tongue sticking out?

And there I was, all alone,
with nothing but my bare hands.

Don't you want to know what
happened?

All right, we'll save it
for some other time.

Maria Rosa, I'll wait here.

-What's happening, Antonio?
-Trouble, nothing but trouble.

The priest has sent
for the children. He wants
to question them.

Father Ferreira too?

What's the matter?
Has everybody gone crazy?

You people have hounded those
children since their story
of the vision leaked out.

You saw what came of their
story.

And who was responsible for it?

It was your own babbling tongues
that blew that fairy tale...

...into the big ears
of our precious administrator.

Hugo, it may be true what they
saw.

Antonio, you are a grown man.

There are many grown men
and women who believe it.

Even in the market at Lisbon,
in spite of the police spies
being around...

...it's all they talk about.

The 13th of next month,
you will see thousands here
in Fatima.

Thousands of ignorant,
superstitious fools
following a will-o'-the-wisp.

Sure of a free ride in a fiery
chariot straight through
the pearly gates.

Do you really think
there will be thousands?

A multitude of people, senhor.

They will descend on Fatima
like a plague of locusts.

You may be right.
And who am I to argue
against the belief of thousands?

There may be something in this
after all.

Antonio.

Here is a heaven-sent
opportunity.

You own thecova,and I'm your
best friend, your partner.

You heard what the peddler said?
Thousands.

Now, why couldn't we charge
each and every one...

...a small fee to see the
Virgin?

We'll be doing a good deed,
and we'll be rewarded
with manna from heaven.

-No.
-Antonio, be sensible.

You would try and cheat God
himself.

But he has such a big world,
and we have so little of it.

Now, look, the first thing
we do, we'll build a fence
on one side--

Hugo da Silva?

I have a warrant here for your
arrest signed by the
Administrator of Ourem.

That's not possible.
The administrator is a good
friend of mine. Go away.

He charges you with obstructing
a police investigation on
St. Anthony's Day...

...with conspiracy to defeat
the ends of justice.

Come along.

This is nothing, Antonio,
nothing.

You start building the fence,
and I'll make some posters
while I'm in jail.

Antonio, we got
a bigger attraction here...

...than all the bullfights
in Seville during Easter.

-We'll be rich, man, rich.
-Come on.

-Take care of
my little donkey, eh?
-Yes, yes.

Let's go.

The lady told us the way would
be hard.

I didn't know what she meant
then, but I do now.

I thought you'd believe us,
Father.

In such matters,
the Church moves slowly...

...neither believing nor
disbelieving until all
of the facts are examined.

Have you told me all the facts,
Lucia?

I can't tell you any more.

Why do you hold back,
child? What else did
the Blessed Mother say?

I didn't say she was the Blessed
Mother.

-But she was.
-Jacinta.

Perhaps you can tell us
what else the lady said,
Jacinta?

Oh yes, Father. She said we're
going to die soon.

Not Lucia, just Francisco and
me.

Going to die?

Lucia, you told them that?

Father, you see what terrible
things she's doing? There's
no end to this.

Lucia didn't tell us. It was the
lady.

What are you crying for, Mama?
We're going to heaven.

Stop saying such things.

Lucia, did you make up this
story?

If you're lying, I implore you
to tell me.

It would be so easy to tell you
that I am. Then all I'd get
would be a whipping.

But I'm not, Father.

Look child, do you want
the soldiers to take
your priest away...

-...close the doors
of your church?
-Oh, no, Father.

Then tell me the truth, child.
The truth.

I've told you the truth. I swear
it.

I believe you, Lucia.

That-- That they saw the Virgin?

I believe they saw something
unnatural in thecova.

Good or evil...

...I cannot say.

Evil?

It could be something out
of hell instead of heaven.

The devil comes to us in many
forms.

Oh, no, Father. Not the lady.

I don't know.
I don't say it for certain.

But only evil has come
from these visions so far.

And if they continue, they may
bring disaster on us all.

Well, I will forward this
information to my bishop.

And until we hear from him...

...I don't want you
to go to thecovaanymore.

Now, take them home.

Let us all pray for God to
enlighten us.

-Good night, Father.
-Thank you, Father.

What's the matter, Lucia? Are
you sick?

-No, Mama.
-You're crying, huh?

-I couldn't sleep, Mama.
-Come.

There now.

Tell Mama all about it.

Father Ferreira said that
the lady might be the devil.

I can't stop thinking about it.

She couldn't be that, could she,
Mama?

Father Ferreira knows more
about such things than we do.

Surely the devil would want
the church closed.

And he'd want to see
Father Ferreira in jail too,
wouldn't he?

Yes, Mama. But if you could only
have seen her as I did...

...if you could only have heard
her dear voice....

-I can't stop thinking
about her.
-You going to begin that again?

No, Mama, don't be mad at me.
Oh, I love you.

Even though I promised her to
come...

...I'm never going
to see her anymore. Never.

I don't want you to hate me.

There now.

-Open the church.
-Get out of here.

-Shame on you.
-Give us back our church.

No. In the name of all
we hold sacred, I forbid you
to interfere.

This thing is in God's hands.
He is our refuge
and our strength.

Now, go back to your homes.

Arturo dos Santos...

...I assisted at your baptism,
gave you your First Communion
here in Ourem.

Don't blame me for that.

I knew no better then.

But you've known me
all your life, and you haven't
found me stupid.

Why should I plot a thing
that would bring trouble
to my parish?

Perhaps your bishop
ordered a miracle in Fatima.

Senhor, in the revolution of
1910...

...the Socialists kept my bishop
in a prison cell partly filled
with water...

...an ordeal from which
he has never fully recovered.

He would endure it again, but
not for an imaginative story
told by three children.

Then your bishop does not
sanction these reports
of a miracle?

It is you who sanction it.

Can't you see that by closing
our church, you've made the
people believe...

...that these stories of the
visions must be true?

-Why don't you tell them
they're not true?
-I told them not go to thecova.

Not to talk about miracles.
More than that, I cannot do.

Hasn't it been reported
that the Virgin
will appear again next month?

I give you my word that
the priest of every parish
in the diocese...

...will tell his people not
to come to Fatima on that day.

Then we'll see how well
you can control them.

If there is no crowd there
on the 13th of July...

...you will be permitted
to reopen your church.

It is now in your hands.

Good day.

This is the house where
the youngest one lives.

-Let us see the children!
-Jacinta, Francisco,
show yourselves.

-Bring out the children!
-Yeah.

-Why can't we see the children?
-They've been taken to Valinhos.

-Will they be at thecova
tomorrow?
-Oh, yes, they'll be there.

Why do you hide them?
Are they monsters?

No. Indeed, they're very
handsome. Very like
their father.

Antonio, let us in.
It's Marto and Olimpia.

-Send Lucia to the door.
-Let us see Lucia.

-No, no, no.
-I never thought we'd get here.

Listen to the fools.

We have all our doors locked,
and Francisco and Jacinta are
hiding under their beds.

You should see the crowds
pouring into Fatima.

I know. There'll be thousands
at thecovatomorrow.

Father Ferreira told us that
every parish priest warned the
people to stay home...

...so our church could be opened
again, and still they come.

Has the whole country gone mad?

Perhaps the Blessed Virgin
wants them here, Maria Rosa.

That, I will never believe.

Neither does Lucia believe
it now. She won't stir out
of the house tomorrow.

No, Uncle Manuel.

-I think you're making
a great mistake.
-I also believe as you do, but--

Father Ferreira said the
children shouldn't go.

They saw the lady,
the priest did not.
I believe what they tell me.

Can't you see what you're doing
to the child?

-She will keep her promise
to me.
-I know.

And what about the closed
church?

Keeping the church closed
won't turn us away from God.

The government has tried that,
and our faith is stronger
than it ever was.

Do what you want. My children
and I go to thecovatomorrow.

Oh, my lady, help me.

You know I love you.

And I think I'll die
if I don't see you again.

But I love my mother too.

Won't you please tell me
how I can keep my promise
to you...

...without hurting her?

Oh, please.

Give me one little sign
so I'll know what to do.

Won't you let me hear
your voice? Show me your face.

Or only the light that shines
around you.

-Oh, good morning, Papa.
-Good morning.

-Is Lucia up yet?
-Oh, let her sleep.

The more she sleeps, the less
she'll think of thecova.

But Mama, she is up.

She's not in her bed
and her clothes are gone.

I thought you sent her out for
something.

-Then maybe she went to water
the sheep.
-Go see.

-There's the mother of Lucia.
-The girl who saw the Virgin.

-Where is Lucia?
Is she coming out?
-Have her bless my child.

Please let Lucia come out.
Come out, Lucia.

-Lucia, come here.
-Come on, Lucia.

-Come out.
-Come outside.

Lucia. Please let her come out.

She is nowhere in sight.

She's not out there. She's not
with her cousins, either.

I called on Marto, and he said
he hasn't seen her this morning.

If she's out somewhere
in that crowd, and they
find out who she is....

Gloria, Carolina, you go
to the neighbors.
Ask at every house.

Maria dos Santos, you wait here.
If she comes back, don't let her
leave.

Lock the doors and keep
everybody out.

I'd better go look for her at
the square, Maria Rosa, the
crowd as thick as--

You'll end up in the tavern.
You keep away from the square.

Go to Marto.
He'll help you look for her.

-This is the right way
to thecova,isn't it?■
-Yes.

-At what time are
the visions seen?
-Mostly at noon.

You can put the arch here,
on this side of the little tree.

Two uprights
and a crosspiece, senhora?

Yes, like in the in the church
on last Assumption Day.

-Look here, senhora.
-Who is she?

-Who is she? Has she been hurt?
-Poor little soul.

-It's Lucia dos Santos.
-Lucia dos Santos?

Lucia, wake up, my dear.

Are you all right?

Senhora Carreira.

What happened?

It's Lucia, the child who sees
the Blessed Virgin.

-Let me touch her, please.
-Oh, I want you to cure my pain.

Why did you crush my child?
Keep back, you fools. Keep back.

-Leave her alone.
-Oh, my darling.

Oh, my darling,
why did you run away from us?

I didn't, Mama. I meant to come
home, but I must have cried
myself to sleep.

-I'm so sorry. Forgive me.
-It's all right. It's all right.

Leave her. Let her go through,
please. Don't touch her anymore.
Let her pass.

-Have you seen the apparitions?
-Is it true the Holy Mother
appears here?

You believe the children, don't
you?

I'm Alvarez from Lisbon daily,
O Seculo.

How do you explain
these so-called miracles?

I know no more about them
than you do.

Your pastors warned you
not to come here today.

You saw what happened
to the church in Fatima.

I beg of you, go back to your
homes.

But, Father, my family and I
came all the way from Santarem.

We were told we'd see
the Blessed Virgin.

You've been deceived. You will
not find the Holy Mother here.

You offend her by believing
she would show herself
to a crowd in a field.

Go home and beg her forgiveness.

I warned you, priest. Now you'll
pay for your stubbornness.

Senhor, we did all we could
to prevent this.

Yeah, your lies won't help you
now.

We'll see to it that this
disgraceful swindle
doesn't happen again.

-Arrest him.
-They're arresting the priest.

-Father Ferreira.
-What have they done?

-He's done nothing.
-This is preposterous.

-How dare they.
-It's terrible.

Look, say, the children are
coming.

The children are coming.

-Please cure my little girl.
-Little girl, bless this man.

Please let me touch you.

Drive those fools off the field.

But we didn't expect that many.

Ride them down if you have to.

Round up the children
and bring them to me.

Spread out and start the crowd
moving.

Senhor Administrator,
my men are being mobbed.

Call them off.

Are you there, dear lady?
We're in terrible trouble.

You are enduring these
hardships for the conversion
of sinners...

...as atonement for sins
committed against God.

If the people do not
cease to offend him...

...another and worse war
will break out.

When you see a night with a
strange light in the sky...

...you will know it is a sign
that the world is about to be
punished for its crimes.

In Russia there is an evil
scheme to destroy the peace
of the earth.

To prevent this, I ask that
she'll be consecrated to the
Virgin Mary.

If this is done,
she will be converted.

If not, she will cause wars
and persecutions.

Good people will be martyred.
Many nations will be destroyed.

If what I say is heeded,
many souls will be saved.

And there will be peace.

It is necessary
that people amend their lives.

Let them offend our Lord God
no more.

He is already much offended.

Marto, do you hear anything?

Only a sound like wind in the
trees.

There is no wind.
The whole earth is still.

My lady, these people can't see
you or hear you as we do.

Many of them don't believe
you appear to us.

In October, I will give
them a sign that will
make them believe.

"Stupid, obviously.

Impossible, of course.

Yet despite the feeble
opposition of the administrator
of the province...

...hordes of superstitious
peasants and sundry morons...

...will again clog the roads
to Fatima on August 13th...

...to witness the outrageous
theatricals of three
half-witted children."

-I did my best, Excellency.
-Your best wasn't good enough.

What's all that babble
inO Seculoabout Russia?

Apparently,O Seculo's■
reporter got to
the eldest of the children...

...who told them that the lady
predicted that danger
to the world...

...would come out of Russia.

The lady's not much of a
prophet. How do you propose
to put a stop to this?

Give me a regiment of soldiers.
I'll stop it.

With 40,000 of our troops
fighting on the western front?

We haven't even a company to
spare.

Otherwise, I'd close every
church in your province.

It's brains you must use, not
guns.

Next month...

...when they're ready to begin
another performance of their
little comedy, you'll....

Not very happy to see me, are
you?

Well, I don't blame you.

That'll change when you learn
what I'm here for.

I doubt it, senhor. Aren't you
the same man who jailed
our priest?

Oh, didn't you hear?

Your priest has been released,
returned to his home.

-Father Ferreira is back?
-Oh, yes.

-When did this happen?
-This morning.

Why, your neighbors
will tell you. I've just come
from his house.

You know who's there? The
bishop.

-The bishop?
-The bishop, yes.

His Excellency would like
to speak to the children
before they go.

It's his express desire
that the children be brought
to him immediately.

So I-- Well, I offered
to come and get them.

-But we can take them.
-Oh, fine, fine.

Come on, children, let's go.

Senhora, if the bishop is to
speak to them before they go
to thecova ...

...there isn't much time.

I have my car here.

You do want your church
reopened, don't you?

Of course we do.

Well, if the bishop will
sanction these miracles...

...and if he agrees to accept
all responsibility
for whatever happens...

...the government has ordered me
to lift the ban and to give your
church back to you.

-That's what we want, isn't it?
-Everything will be
just as it was.

-We'll have to let them go,
Maria Rosa.
-Of course, of course.

Go with the administrator.

Oh, you'll really enjoy
driving in my automobile.

-Where is he taking them?
-Will they be at thecova
today?

-Why do you let him take them?
-It's all right. It's all right.

The bishop sent for them.

You'll bring them to thecova
as soon as you can, senhor?

-Just as soon as I can.
-We wanna know.

We'll meet you there.

-Bye.
-Bye.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Senhor, this is not the way
to Father Ferreira's house.

Please turn back.
You're going the wrong way.

Please, senhor.

-Where are the children?
-Yes, where are the children?

-What happened to them?
-Were they afraid to come
here today?

It's near the time
they said Our Lady would appear.

No sign of them.

-Where are the children?
-Where are the children?

Where are the kids?

Yes, come in, come in, come in.
I'll tell the good Father.

Oh, Father, Father, come
quickly.

Father, the administrator
came...

-...and got the children--
-That the bishop sent--

Just a moment, please. One at a
time.

-Where's the bishop, Father?
-The bishop?

-Has he been here?
-No.

-But the administrator said--
-He took the children
to see the bishop.

The administrator lied to you.

-Lied?
-What can we do?

There are thousands at the
cova calling for the children.

A crowd of them followed us
here.

Where are the children?

It's the near the time
they said Our Lady will appear.

-What happened to them?
-Were they afraid to come
to thecova?

Why have you come to Fatima
today when you were told
to stay at home?

This is a punishment
for your disobedience.

Perhaps you can tell us
what happened to the children.

I'm the mother of Lucia,
and I'll tell you
where the children are.

The administrator of the
province tricked us and took
them away to Ourem.

-You helped them.
-Father Ferreira would die...

...before he'd let them be hurt.

If you have faith in your
hearts, beg the Blessed Mother
to keep them safe.

We'll do more than that.
We'll go with you to Ourem.

Yeah!

You have perjured yourselves
and incited people
to violence and riot.

And for those crimes against the
state, you may be taken away
from your homes...

...and be kept for a long term
in prison.

What have you to say about it?

Well, answer the magistrate.

We're awfully sorry, senhors.

It would be a terrible thing
to send children to prison.

Perhaps never to see your
mothers again.

We don't want to do that,
and you can help us
not to do it.

Confess that your priest told
you to spread these stories
about a lady from heaven...

...and we'll let you go.

But he didn't.
He said it was the devil.

And we did see a lady,
and she did talk to us...

...and she said we would suffer
for it.

Suppose that instead of locking
you in prisons cells...

...we were to take you
to the shops here in Ourem...

...and buy you fine new clothes,
pretty ribbons and wonderful
toys...

...all the sweets you can eat,
and plenty to take home
with you.

Now, wouldn't that be nice?

You don't have to pay us
to tell you the truth.

We do it for nothing.

Now, you listen to me.

Sometimes when people
don't answer the way
they should...

...the police have ways of
making them.

How would you like to be put
in a big kettle filled
with boiling oil...

...lowered in an inch at a
time...

...and have the flesh cooked off
of your bones?

-I don't think we'd
like that, senhor.
-You don't think you'd like it?

Well, that's exactly what's
gonna happen to you unless
you confess that you lied.

Think it over.

It'll save you a lot of pain.

Your time is up.

Got anything more to tell us?

No, senhor.

Very well then.

Captain.

Speak up, this is your last
chance.

Very well,
take the little one first.

Have you anything to tell us
before you go?

Holy Mary, Mother of God...

...pray for us sinners, now,
and at the hour of our death.

What kind of a boy are you
to let your sister go
to such a death?

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women--

It's all over, Senhor
Administrator.

Take the boy next.

I'm not afraid, Lucia.
I'm not afraid.

I'll pray to the lady,
and that will make me strong.

It was the priest who plotted
this little comedy, wasn't it?

No, senhor.

Well, possibly it wasn't the
priest.

Might have been someone
trying to put a value
on his land.

It was your father, wasn't it?

No, senhor.

Wouldn't it be a lot easier
to say it was your father
than suffer like your friend.

It wasn't my father.

You know, if you say it was
your father, we'll let you go.

He'd be glad to confess it
himself rather than to see you
die such an awful death.

All right, you stubborn
little donkey, if you insist
on sacrificing yourself...

...I'll teach you a lesson.

Come on. I'm gonna give you
the full treatment.

Do you know what that means?

Will you confess that you lied?

No. I wanna be with
Francisco and Jacinta.

-Jacinta, Francisco.
-Lucia.

Lock them up.

What are you in for, tadpoles?

What did you do, rob a bank?

I'll bet they slit the
watchman's throat.

I know, I know. They're in
for treason, enemies
of the republic.

Wait a minute now. Shut up.

What do you wanna do,
scare them to death?

Now, what crime did you commit?

A lady from heaven came
and talked to us.

-What?
-A lady from heaven?

-Some stray angel, I suppose.
-How did she get here?

She came in a cloud.

-They're touched in the head.
-Crazy as loons.

Oh, I get it, I get it.

These are the children
everybody is talking about.

The children from Fatima.

-Fatima?
-Oh, Fatima.

Welcome, comrades.
You are in good company.

I am Sidonio, the bandit.
You've heard of me.

Here is Leote, my pal.

This is Anselmo. Watch him
or he'll steal the teeth
right out of your head.

Here, come with me.

This hairy brute is Pedro,
who eases his boredom
by beating his wife.

Paulo is of no account,
just a common drunk.

Yes, Paulo.

Feliciano, well, we don't
mention his profession
in polite society.

Meet Jose, accused
of manslaughter.
Innocent he says he is.

And this clever fellow bribes
our jailer with promises and
keeps himself pickled in wine.

Wake up, man, meet our new
comrades in crime.

-Wake up.
-Who did that?

It was you Sidonio?

-Uncle Hugo.
-Uncle Hugo.

Oh, Hugo.

-How did you get here?
-The administrator brought us.

He's going to keep us in prison
for life.

First, he was going to boil us
in oil.

Boil you in oil?
Did he say that?

Yes, Hugo, but he didn't do it.

And this is the day
the lady from heaven is to come.

And now the lady will think
we didn't keep our promise.

And we'll never get to see her
again.

Oh, no.

Oh, baby. Baby, don't cry, baby.

What do you want? Tell me what
you want and I'll do it for you.

I wanna go home to my mother.

Well, that's one thing I cannot
do now.

But anything else you want, tell
me.

I want to say the rosary...

...so the lady will know
why we weren't at thecova.

Will you hang this up on the
wall?

Why, sure, baby.

Sure, I'll hang it over here.

Right here.
Where everybody can see it.

There.

If you men will help us say
the rosary, maybe the lady
will better understand.

They'll help you.

Gentlemen, we are going to pray.

-What?
-Pray or I'll beat
your brains out.

-Pray what?
-The rosary.

I never prayed in my life.

You'll pray now, brother.

All right, so I'll pray.

Take off your hats.

And it's much better,
if you'd get on your knees.

-That's going a little too far.
-On your knees, I say.

In the name of the Father,
of the Son, of the Holy Ghost.
Amen.

I believe in God, the Father
Almighty, Creator of heaven
and earth...

...and in Jesus Christ,
his only son, our Lord...

...who was conceived by
the Holy Ghost...

...born of the Virgin Mary,
suffered under Pontius Pilate...

...was crucified, died and was
buried.

He descended into hell.

On the third day,
He arose again from the dead.

He ascended into heaven...

...and is seated
at the right hand of God,
the Father Almighty.

From thence He shall come to
judge the living and the dead.

I believe in the Holy Ghost....

Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will
be done on earth
as it is in heaven.

Gives us this day our daily
bread and forgive us
our trespasses....

That praying mob.

I know, praying is no more
than wishful thinking.

But if enough people think the
same thing, they can cause
a lot of trouble.

A volley over their heads
will shut up their prayers.

-And we'll have a riot
on our hands.
-Yes.

Well, what do you propose?

Let the children go.

-Not until they've confessed.
-You'll never get them
to do that.

The credibility of their story
depends upon a miracle.

That's guaranteed
to convince everybody.

There will be no miracle...

...and the whole thing
will blow up in their faces.

You propose that I should go out
and say to this angry mob:

"Now, look, look, people,
the jailing of these brats
was just a joke?"

Release them, and release
their friend Hugo da Silva.

Give them enough rope
and they'll hang themselves.

All right, take them off my
hands.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst
women...

...and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

Mama! Mama!

Why don't you sing, Hugo?

I don't remember the words.

-I used to sing that when I was
a little boy.
-You did?

I was an altar boy
in a big cathedral in Lisbon.

Were you, Hugo?

I was the fellow who rang the
little bell.

-Hugo?
-What?

When the lady does the miracle
to make the people believe,
would you believe too?

-But, baby, I believe you.
-No, you don't.

What kind of a miracle
is the lady going to make?

She didn't say what kind.

-Did she say when?
-Yeah, on October the 13th.

You just wait. Everybody will be
surprised.

Will you believe then?

Well, now, that part I remember.

This way to thecova.
This way.

Tomorrow, October 13th, is the
day of the promised miracle.

So buy yourselves a new rosary.

My rosaries are guaranteed
to work, or your money back.

There are no rosaries sold
at thecova.

No rosaries sold at thecova.
So buy now, while you have
a chance.

My rosaries are guaranteed
to work, or your money back.

Do you know that there are many
thousands here tonight
because of your claim?

I didn't ask them to come.

Didn't you say Our Lady
wanted them to come?

No, Senhor Bishop.

But, my child, you don't seem
to realize how difficult
it is...

...for those thousands to get
here.

A desolate place
on top of a mountain.

Bad roads, and no place to sleep
except out-of-doors in the rain.

Many bring their sick,
hoping to have them healed
by the Merciful One.

Mothers come with their prayers
for their sons fighting
in the war.

For many, there is no way
to get here but to walk.

The poor will be hungry,
and there are no loaves
or fishes here to feed them.

Some may even die on their way.

And for all this, you're
responsible.

-Did Our Lady ask for that?
-No, Senhor Bishop.

You have said the Mother of God
predicts another great war.

And still more wars.

I only know what she told me.

You see what nonsense this is?

But you have said that the lady
promised to show the people
a sign.

Yes, senhor.

There will be a multitude
at thecovatomorrow.

There are thousands there now
without shelter from the rain.

If there is a miracle,
they'll know there's hope
for the world...

...and they'll give thanks on
their knees.

The lady will keep her word.

But if it should fail...

...if that great crowd has cause
to feel that you've lied...

...it will become an angry mob.

And then, God help you all.

Even now, it may not be too
late.

They might forgive a child
if she confessed her sin.

I haven't sinned. I haven't.

It's no use.

Now, now, little one. It's all
right.

They don't believe me, Mama.
They don't believe me.

Well, we believe you, don't we,
Antonio?

Well, of course, of course.

We'll go with you
to thecovatomorrow.

And if there is no miracle,
the mob will have to walk on me
before they get to you.

There now, don't cry.

Look, look. Beautiful, brand-new
rosaries at cost prices.

Blessed by the Holy Father
himself.

Relic of the most miraculous
visions.

Branches from the holy tree
that held Our Lady.

Take one home with you.

Plant it in your own backyard,
enjoy your own visions

A hundred centavos, senhora.

-Lucia.
-Jacinta, Francisco.

-The sun is out again.
-I knew it would be.

A weather prophet.

-Isn't it wonderful, Papa?
-Yes, my child, yes.

And the lady will think you're
beautiful.

You too, Maria Rosa.

Manuel, look, look. She's
wearing the dress we were
married in.

It's lasted longer than your
promises.

-Maria Rosa, you know
where my heart is.
-Yes, I know.

You're a good man,
even if you are a weak one.

-We'd better get started.
-We'll run on ahead.

Oh, no you don't. Stick close to
us. Those pilgrims will grab you
for souvenirs.

You have been using the same
rosary for 30 years?

Yes.

You have worn off all the
blessings.

Now, look, these new beads
were recently blessed
by a bishop...

...who is a secretary
to the secretary of
the Holy Father himself.

A hundred centavos, senhor.

Hello.

-Hugo.
-Uncle Hugo.

There go the children
on their way to thecova.

-Oh, the children.
-The children are my friends.

I was the first one
they told about the vision.

In fact, I had visions of my
own.

Last opportunity. Last
opportunity, I'm closing shop.

Vision starts any minute.

The sun is gone.

It will come back.

-But, Lucia, if it rains--
-It doesn't matter, Jacinta.

-Do you think it rains
in heaven?
-No, but if it does--

Well, heaven is where Our Lady
is...

...and she'll come to meet us
no matter what happens.

Make way.
Make way for the children.

What time is this lady of yours
supposed to appear?

She comes to us at noon, Father.

Why should the Blessed Virgin
choose a day like this
to appear on earth?

It's past noon already.
Nothing is going to happen.

I want you to leave this place
now.

I can't go, Father, because the
lady said she'd be here.

You've done harm enough.
Do as I tell you.

This is my property, Father.
You have no right to order
my daughter away from here.

Where is the miracle that was
promised?

They said there'd be a sign
from heaven.

This is the sign, a flood of
rain.

No, wait, Our Lady was there.
I didn't see her, but I know it.

-Oh, three crazy children.
-We were cheated.

-The sign. Show us the sign.
-Listen to them.

Why don't you leave them alone.
They're only children?

Go on, go away.

Go on.

Show us a sign.

We knew you'd come to us, dear
lady.

What do you want?

I want to tell you that the war
is going to end soon...

...and the soldiers will return
to their homes.

Do not fear.
In the end, God will triumph.

You said you'd tell us who you
are.

I am the Lady of the Rosary.

Queen of the Most Holy Rosary.

Where's Our Lady?
We haven't seen her.

-A child talked
to the empty air.
-We saw nothing, heard nothing.

They better pull some sort
of miracle out of their hat...

...or this farce will become a
tragedy.

Well, they can't say
we didn't try to stop it.

We've been cheated.
We've been lied to.

Nobody touches the children.

Holy Mother, you promised
to give us a miracle so the
people will believe us.

Look at the sun.

The sun! The sun!
Look at the sun!

The sun. Look at the sun, it's
falling.

It's the end of the world.

-Vincente, what's happening?
-It's the end of the world.

No, it can't be.
But I can see again.

I can see. I can see.

-Mother.
-It's a miracle.

-A miracle.
-A miracle.

He walks! He walks!

Mother of God, pray for us.

Look, the sun is turning back!

The sign. The sign.

The lady kept her promise.

-Our clothes are dry.
-The earth is dry.

-It's dry. Yes.
-My coat is dry.

-My clothes are dry.
-Mama, look.

So are ours.

Only the fool sayeth...

...there is no God.

Where the people of Fatima
in 1917 erected
this simple arch...

...there now stands
a magnificent basilica.

And on October 13, 1951...

...a million people
from all over the world...

...gathered here to do homage
to Our Lady of Fatima.

The white square of Fatima
is alive with a million
white handkerchiefs...

...waving an affectionate
greeting to the White Lady
of Peace.

As night falls, a million
candles send a million prayers
to heaven.

Inside the basilica,
Francisco and Jacinta lie
in their eternal sleep.

Through the years,
Lucia has devoted her life
to holy service.

-Are you happy, Lucia?
-More than I can tell you.

To think that the faith
of you three children...

...has brought these millions to
Fatima.

It is their own faith
that brought them, Hugo...

...their yearning for peace on
earth.

If the people of the world
will pray as Our Lady
asked them to...

...God will send us peace.