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[main theme playing]

[whistling noise]

[barking]

[Jacqueline] The Convent San Tanco was built 400 years ago

and has a certain old-world charm.

Old-world character, and brand new termites.

Any building 400 years old needs a lot of upkeep,

and that's why the Annual Rebuilding Drive

takes place four times a year.

In our fund-raising drive,

Sister Ana covers the town of San Tanco,

soliciting contributions.

Sister Sixto takes care of fund-raising by mail,

writing letters to the different townspeople,

with terrifying speed and efficiency.

And the other member of our fund-raising team

has the job of covering the outlying districts.

[soft music playing]

Ooh.

Hello. I don't usually pick up hitchhikers.

If you're collecting for anything,

uh, please stay out of my territory.

[exclaiming]

Here's come that old devil, turbulence.

Fasten your seat belts, we'll make a landing.

[clucking]

If you're waiting for applause, forget it!

But Pedro has not laid an egg for two years.

Why should he do it so sudden like this?

Maybe his name isn't Pedro.

Well, perhaps you bring me luck, and he will do it again, eh?

Sister... Uh, Sister...

Sister Bertrille of the Convent San Tanco.

Oh, welcome. I am Benito Gomez.

Excuse me, Sister, but where you come from?

I was here in the barnyard a minute ago.

Oh, well, I--I just dropped in.

Can I offer you something?

A cool drink? A cup of coffee?

No. Actually I'm collecting contributions

for the Annual Rebuilding Fund.

I would really like to contribute something.

Swell. But unfortunately,

money is something I don't have.

Join the club.

Thank you very much anyway, Se�orGomez.

But I hate to turn you away empty-handed.

Perhaps you would accept some sugar cane?

You can make rum with it.

We're a non-alcoholic convent.

I'm sorry, Sister.

Well, your heart's full even though your wallet's empty.

Thank you very much. Goodbye.

Wait. I can give you something.

I present to the Sisters a chance on the lottery.

The first prize is $25,000.

Oh, I couldn't accept this, really.

Sister, I know what good work you do at the convent.

I want to help. You must accept this.

It will make me very happy.

Well, as long as you put it that way.

Thank you very much, Se�orGomez. Thank you.

Goodbye, Sister.

[hen clucking]

What a showoff.

Five, 10, 15, 20, 25.

A whole quarter.

And we asked people to give till it hurts.

Oh, look, someone sent a contribution.

A St. Christopher's medal.

Talk about sending coals to Newcastle.

Put it with the other medals, Sister Sixto.

If those were only money,

we'd have the only high-rise convent in the country.

Sister Bertrille, what is our total now?

I'm just adding it up.

[whirring]

As of now, we have a net loss of $45.50.

Are you sure?

According to my calculations,

we're losing six cents for every three cents donated.

We're not doing very well, are we?

Well, at least the post office is a big winner.

Still, it is very touching

that--that people who are so poor still want to give.

Oh!

That reminds me.

I got a very interesting contribution today

from a farmer named Gomez.

Well, what did he give?

A lottery ticket from the, uh, drawing in San Tanco.

Well, I hope that you told him we don't believe in gambling.

I only accepted it

because I didn't want to hurt his feelings.

We're going to win. I know it.

Oh, Sister Sixto, you can't be serious.

Yes, this is the way it happens.

If we bought the ticket for ourselves,

we would never have a chance.

$25,000 first prize.

We could get rid of a lot of termites with all that money.

Even if we just bought them off.

Let's not get our hopes up, Sisters.

Things like this just do not happen.

[Sixto] It will, Reverend Mother.

There's a rainbow at the end of our pot of gold.

I think that's the other way around, Sister Sixto.

Either way, it looks good to me.

Does it really?

I know, that's an awful lot of money.

You know, sometimes a lot of money like that

changes people's lives the wrong way.

But we needn't worry, Sister Bertrille.

It's one chance in thousands.

[Bertrille] We won! We won it! We won.

Sisters! Reverend Mother, we won!

[all cheering] We won the lottery!

We won! Look! Look!

Oh, look at this!

[clamoring]

Oh, we're rich! $25,000!

What'll I buy?

[Reverend Mother] I agree, the prize money can provide some luxuries,

but, tell me, Sister Jacqueline,

what is wrong with our station wagon?

Well, it's so old.

We get laughs with it wherever we go.

Well, it's practically Biblical.

Oh, I think that's a slight exaggeration.

After all, they didn't have automobiles in Biblical times.

Well, not everybody realizes that, Reverend Mother.

Besides, it's making funny noises.

Nevertheless, I think we can make do for a little longer.

[sighs]

Some people just don't know how to handle wealth.

[Reverend Mother] Mmm. Very tasty, Sister Sixto.

I don't know how I do it, Reverend Mother,

on this broken down thing.

We need a new stove.

In fact, we need a whole new kitchen.

I think that's a bit drastic, Sister Sixto.

We can afford it since we won the lottery.

We're rich as a crocus.

Uh, not a crocus, that is Croesus.

Rich as Croesus, a man.

If he's got enough money to buy a new stove,

then good luck to him.

I think you can manage, Sister Sixto.

She can talk, she don't have to cook.

[Jacqueline] And it's only $7 842, uh, plus tax.

[Reverend Mother] Much too expensive.

And I think it would be unseemly for, uh,

for us to drive a convertible.

Reverend Mother, with all due respect,

aren't you being a bit of a fuddy-duddy about this?

[Ana] On approval, Reverend Mother.

[Reverend Mother] How much?

$380. Plus tax.

$380?

With this I will be able to do your reports twice as fast.

And, uh, why this sudden need for speed?

Well, I want to have time to ride in the convertible, too.

[Reverend Mother] On approval, Sister Sixto?

[Sixto] Yes, Reverend Mother.

From that new store in San Tanco.

And it's only $475.

[both] Plus tax.

$475? For this?

I wasn't talking to you, Sister Jacqueline.

And I'd appreciate it

if you keep your nose out of my affairs.

I beg your pardon?

If the nose fits, wear it.

[sisters clamoring]

Quiet! Quiet!

Now, someone has got to be sensible about this thing.

[sisters clamoring]

Sisters, I asked for quiet.

Now, I think all of you are being very frivolous,

demanding and selfish.

It is obvious that we cannot buy all the things you want.

If we spend our money for a--a new car,

a new kitchen, a new radio and a new electric typewriter,

just tell me one thing.

What?What?

How will I ever be able to pay

for my new mink coat?

[all blabbering]

A mink coat?

Hmm? I beg your pardon?

Reverend Mother, with your permission

I'd like to return this lottery ticket to Se�orGomez.

But i-it might be worth $25,000.

Believe me, no matter what it's worth, it's not worth it.

[Jacqueline] Shaken by her vision of the future,

Sister Bertrille returned the lottery ticket

over the protests ofSe�or Gomez and his wife.

It would have ended there,

except they happened to see Sister Bertrille do her thing,

from which they could draw only one conclusion...

We have just witnessed a miracle!

[exclaims]

That's why she wanted us to have the ticket back.

She has blessed it. Consuelo, she has blessed our ticket.

It will win!

We're going to win, we're going to win!

Oh!

Benito, we don't tell anybody about this.

I agree. We don't tell a soul.

No.

You mean you actually saw her fly?

Like a bird.

Then it has been blessed. It's a sure thing.

I told you! I told you!

$25,000 first prize. You will be rich.

Fernando, your sister and I have talked it over

and we have agreed

to let you buy a share of the lottery ticket.

Oh, that's very decent. Thank you.

But you must promise not to tell anybody.

No one must know.

I promise. I promise.

Not even Maria.

Maria, my wife?

She's the last person in the world

I would tell anything to.

It-It's a policy with me.

I, Maria, would tell anybody?

You gave me your word and I expect you to keep it.

Oh, Fernando. Stop worrying. Please.

After all, it was very decent of them

to sell us a ticket that has been blessed.

I should say it was.

Good night.

Good night, Maria.

Sleep tight. You, too.

[snoring]

Mama? Remember Fernando's sister, Consuelo?

Yes, the poor one.

Well, today we bought a share from the lottery ticket.

Just a moment, please.

So, Anita, I was on duty last night and I got this call.

Do you know a family named Gomez, huh?

Wait. Wait your turn.

Stay in line. Now no shoving.

Get back, please. That's right, in line.

And have your money ready.

There. Here's your change, and--and here's your receipt.

Now, you own one share of our lottery ticket.

And please, don't tell this to nobody.

Next, next.

Reverend Mother, believe me when I say

that I have the greatest admiration

for the work you do here.

Thank you, Chief Galindo. That is nice to hear.

But as Chief of Police,

I've been sworn to protect those who have put me in office.

[Reverend Mother] Of course.

Against anyone, for example,

who may want to perpetrate fraud and deception.

That is very commendable, I am sure.

But what does this have to do with the convent?

I have evidence that shares are being sold in a lottery ticket

said to have been blessed by a saint who lives here.

Chief Galindo, I can assure you that no saints live here.

Uh, termites, yes, but no saints.

Reverend Mother, the-- the information I have is...

[Reverend Mother] Excuse me, Chief Galindo.

I cannot help you with information about a saint,

but we may know something about a lottery ticket.

Sister Bertrille?

Well, I returned the lottery ticket to Se�orGomez

and I guess he and his wife misinterpreted

something I did or said.

Exactly what did you do, Sister?

Nothing. I just finished my business

and flew out of there. Flew?

She means she was in a hurry

and as I was saying, Chief Galindo,

I can assure you that no one here

is qualified to bless anything,

let alone a lottery ticket.

In that case, Benito Gomez and his wife

are perpetrating a fraud...

Oh, no. Not Se�orGomez.

...or there has been some sort of mistake.

In any case, based on the evidence that I have,

I must swear out a complaint against them.

What if they return the money?

Well, if they did that,

and they stopped selling shares immediately,

I could assume a mistake was made and take no further action.

Chief Galindo, can you delay your decision for a few days?

I'm willing to wait a reasonable amount of time, yes.

Thank you, Chief.

You are being very considerate.

I want you to know, Reverend Mother,

that my wife was planning

to make a contribution to your Rebuilding Fund.

That is very thoughtful. What do you mean "she was"?

She was going to donate it from the share

she bought in the lottery ticket.

Good day, ladies. Good day, Chief Galindo.

Well. Reverend Mother,

I--I didn't know anyone saw me take off.

It is a little late for excuses, Sister Bertrille.

The damage is already done.

And once an idea gets started,

people are likely to ask you to bless all kinds of things.

You began with a lottery ticket

and you might wind up, uh, saying a few words

over a--a racehorse.

I'll go over and talk to Se�or Gomez and his wife right away.

Good.

How will I convince them I'm not a saint?

Just be yourself.

I didn't bless that ticket. I couldn't.

I'm not even a nun. I'm just a novice.

But St. Bernadette was not even a novice.

And some of the saints have been very humble people.

That's exactly what I mean. I'm not humble enough.

[whispering] Consuelo.

Sister Bertrille say she did not bless the ticket.

But she is a saint.

Let's not start that again.

And we saw her fly.

I can explain that.

You made the hen lay not one egg, but two.

That's not as easy to explain.

You mean, the--the flying was not a miracle?

Of course not.

Se�orGomez, Consuelo, listen to me.

You may be in real trouble at any moment.

The Chief of Police said he may indict you for fraud

if you don't return the money and stop selling shares.

But we have done nothing wrong.

I know. That's what the people in jail keep saying.

Listen, you must make them understand.

They will not believe me.

Well, how come they swallowed the idea that I can fly?

If people wish to believe, they will believe.

Okay, well, I'll explain to them.

Excuse me, friends.

Um, there's something I must tell you.

I'm Sister Bertrille from the Convent San Tanco.

And there's been a serious mistake.

I'm not a saint.

[all murmuring]

And as to the ridiculous rumor that I can fly...

Well, let me show you.

Excuse me. Let's just try to fly a little bit.

See? Nothing happened.

Except that I got a little tired.

Now, I did not, repeat, did not bless that lottery ticket.

[all murmuring]

So, it's not such a sure thing as some of you may believe.

The lottery is still anybody's ballgame.

Now, Benito Gomez and his wife wish to return your money.

So, please, just stay in your lines

and have your receipts ready,

and thank you so much for your kind attention.

Sister Bertrille, I am Fernando.

This is my brother-in-law.

Sister, we understand what you are telling us.

You do? Oh, great.

And there is not a man nor a woman here

who does not believe that you can fly,

and that every penny we make on the lottery

will be the result of your blessing.

After all I just told you?

We also know why you told us this.

Why? To test our faith.

Isn't there something you can do?

It is no use, Sister.

Sister, as long as you are here,

some of my friends

have expressed the desire to see you fly.

They have?

[all muttering]

[exclaiming]

In other words, although you all claim to be believers,

you're actually just a bunch of doubters.

Why, you--you don't really believe I can fly.

[man] No, we believe you.

And I've got news for you, I don't believe you believe.

Yes, we do.

Listen, I know a bunch of disbelievers when I see them.

That is not true.

Oh, well. That's all right.

I don't expect them to admit it in public.

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.

I want you all to come

to the Convent San Tanco tomorrow morning.

I'm going to prove to you that I can fly.

All right.

[all chattering]

I don't like this.

I--I just don't like it one bit.

Oh, Reverend Mother, I don't care about myself,

but I'd hate to see you taken to jail for accessory to fraud.

I'll be happy to bring you both cookies on visiting day.

Thank you, Sister Jacqueline, but I've tasted your cookies.

I hardly think this is time for joking.

They're here.

Okay, well, here goes.

Good luck. Good luck, Sister Bertrille.

Over here, everyone. Step right this way.

Hi. I'm so glad everyone could come.

Are you all ready for the demonstration?

[murmuring assent]

[tense music]

[all exclaiming]

Any questions?

What does she take us for, fools?

I hate to say this about my own sister and brother-in-law,

but I think they are in partners with this so-called nun.

Hold on, Sisters.

Se�orAguinaldo, $20.

Thank you very much,

and do come and see us again sometime.

If you're wondering what to do with your refund,

our next Annual Rebuilding Fund Drive will start any minute now.

[Fernando] Let me through. Let me through there.

Sister, Sister, I have just come from San Tanco.

The lottery has been drawn. Your ticket won.

First prize. $25,000!

Your ticket. Their ticket.

Everybody's ticket but ours.

Our ticket won! We won! We won!

We won!

Why have you done this to us, Sister?

[Bertrille] Now wait a minute, everyone.

This is just a coincidence.

It couldn't happen again in another hundred years.

The mathematical odds are against it.

My sister and my brother-in-law, they have cheated me,

as they have cheated all of you.

[all murmuring]

It's not our fault, she's right.

Yes, and now, there's no reason for anyone to get upset.

It's only $25,000 and money isn't everything.

[exclaims]

Is it?

Well, I'm so glad we could get together like this.

I do hope we can do it again sometime.

Se�orGomez, I have not had a chance to thank you

for your generous contribution to the Rebuilding Fund.

Me, neither.

It's my pleasure, Reverend Mother, Sister Bertrille.

Can I make a small request? Yes, of course.

When you are making the repairs,

could you employ some people that I know?

By all means. Who are they?

I have a list.

Boy, you've sure got a lot of friends.

This is a list of all the people

who bought shares in the lottery ticket

and who think that I swindled them.

They are no longer friends.

Then why do you want to give them a job?

Even a rich man can't afford to have this many enemies.

[end theme playing]

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