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I don't want no trouble
with Immigration.

DEAN: You bring 'em over the border,
I just look the other way.

We will go to the mission
and get the boy.

(ROARS)

I can't let you get away
with harboring an illegal.

Whatever it takes,
we must save Roberto.

NARRATOR: Dr. David Banner,
physician, scientist.

Searching for a way to tap into the
hidden strengths that all humans have.

Then, an accidental overdose of gamma
radiation alters his body chemistry.

And now, when David Banner
grows angry or outraged,

a startling
metamorphosis occurs.

(ROARS)

The creature is driven by rage

and pursued by
an investigative reporter.

Mr. McGee,
don't make me angry.

You wouldn't like me
when I'm angry.

The creature is wanted
for a murder he didn't commit.

David Banner
is believed to be dead.

And he must let the world
think that he is dead

until he can find a way to control the
raging spirit that dwells within him.

(ROARS)

Ten minutes late.

Your old man is gonna give
someone a hard time, guy.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Rudy, count the chickens.

There's only six.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

All right, open it anyway.
Let's see what we got.

Franco, make sure that we get our
half for those that died out there, huh.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Water, please.

There's plenty of water
in Colorado.

Colorado?

That's right.
Come on, let's go.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Colorado?

I pay quinientos,
five hundred dollars, a Tejas!

Well, you're going to be
a strike breaker, entiende?

What's your name, son?

Roberto.

Roberto.

You'll understand
when you get to Colorado.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

The boy goes
with the rest.

I'm already short
two bodies. Take him!

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Franco.

(CHURCH BELLS TOLLING)

(GROANS)

David, I brought you some nice,
cold lemonade.

Thank you, Sister.

You know, you really
should wait out the sun.

The siesta's a very practical
custom in this part of the country.

Well, the only problem
with that custom, Sister,

is that when the siesta is finished,
the job usually isn't.

(LAUGHING)
Well, there's no hurry.

Use some help?

Thanks. Yeah, I think the roots go
all the way through to Gethsemane.

(LAUGHING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

It reminds me
of Sister Anita.

She won't budge, either.

Yes.

I noticed she's sort of
strong-willed.

Rather. She's like
a four-star general.

Except the troops haven't
shown up for quite some time.

DAVID: Why's that?

Well, you can't force
people to pray.

Not when they're better
entertained at the crap tables,

or getting stoned.

She's decided to
clean up the town.

You're kidding. Alone?

Well, the other sisters,
of course.

Now she's got some hot-shot
from Santa Fe interested.

You know the kind,
Ralph Nader in a priest's collar.

Just the type to give
Patrero a run for his money.

Patrero?

You haven't been here long,
have you?

No, just a couple of days.

They offered me some work
for some room and board.

Thanks.
Yeah.

That's nice.
Well, Patrero,

he runs San Miguel.
Kind of a local syndicate.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(GUN FIRING)

YOUNG: Uh-oh, I should've
quit while I could have.

DAVID: Oh, boy!

Good.

Good, you're still here.

If you leave right away you
can mail this for me in Los Arcos.

That way, it will get to the
chancery office a day earlier.

What about
the stump?

Well, look,
I'm gonna have to do a lot more digging

before this thing's
even gonna budge,

and if the letter's
that important...

There, you see?

Well, if I drive through the desert,
in the middle of the day,

the jeep might overheat.

Maybe you're right.

Now,
I wonder how history would have changed

if Moses had refused
to part the Red Sea

in the middle of day.

(CHUCKLES) Okay.

Good luck, David.

Thank you, Father.
See you next week.

Father?

Yes. He says mass here,
twice a week.

That way, the chancery
accepts us as a working church.

We share him
with several others.

Oh, yeah.
Well, I noticed he's...

He's rather informal.

He does that to annoy me.

Now. You have
lost your assistant.

How may I help?

Oh, well...

Sister, perhaps, if you could
bring Saint Michael back to life.

He appears to be the only one strong
enough to be able to deal with the issue.

Someone who still
believes in miracles.

Good for you.

Now,

you said something about
digging a deeper hole.

(STAMMERING) Yes. Well,
I can handle it.

Oh, we don't break,
you know.

I mean, I happen to be
a very strong woman.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

No, Patrero, no!
No, Patrero!

Can you get him inside?

Yes, just watch out
for that area, okay?

Easy.

Okay.

Easy.

Sister Anita,
I need to see that boy.

What do you want with him?

Look, I just wanna
get him off your hands.

Mr. Patrero wants to see him.

Why?

Just move out
of the way, Sister.

Ten years ago I took a
ruler to your knuckles.

If you take one more
step onto church grounds,

I will take this
shovel to them.

You're going to shoot me?

Like you shot that boy?

Get out of here.

He has found sanctuary.

Maybe it's just
temporarily out of order.

Sister Pollyanna,
the best we can hope for

is that Father Young's
jeep overheats

this side of Los Arcos.

(DOOR OPENING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Patrero smuggled
him in the country.

He was on his way to Texas,
to see his family.

His mother is ill.

Yeah. Well, he's the one
who needs the hospital.

He has to stay here.

Sister, a bullet entered just
below his left shoulder blade,

it didn't come out
the other side.

I've stopped
the external bleeding,

and he's resting now. But who
knows what's going on inside?

I wish Father Costa were here
and not in Santa Fe.

Why?

(SIGHING)

David, you don't understand
how serious this is.

No. You don't understand that that boy
needs a doctor and not a political activist.

Patrero knows that
he can identify him.

Now, there is a hospital
in Los Arcos.

That's 50 miles away,
our phones are dead.

If we put him in
the local hospital,

it's putting him
into Patrero's hands.

Isn't there any way
to get around this Patrero?

I don't think he'll do anything
foolish with an outsider watching.

Someone important, like...

Like Father Costa.

Or someone he thinks
is Father Costa.

Oh, no. Sister,
now wait a minute.

Now, Father Young keeps
a change of clothes here.

No, Sister, I'm not going
to impersonate a priest.

I'm not asking you
to be a priest.

I am asking you
to help me save the boy.

That's not a sin.

There must be a reason you were
sent here the same time as the boy.

Sister,
I will help any other way that I can.

Patrero?

I'll handle this myself.
It won't be the first time.

Please, come in.

Thank you, Sister Anita.

Where's the boy?

He has received sanctuary,
in the holy walls of the church.

Sister Anita,
please. I do not wish to harm this boy.

The bullet in his shoulder
proves your good intentions.

Look, Sister, we have worked
well together in the past.

I do not interfere
with your world,

and therefore,
you do not interfere with mine.

He is in my world, now.

I will take full
responsibility for him.

He will be taken
to the hospital.

Please, let him
leave with me.

Please leave.

I have told the
chancery about you.

If anything happens to me,
they will know you are responsible.

Sister, nothing is going
to happen to you,

if you just step aside,
please.

Franco.

I don't see
a ruler, Sister.

Is there some kind of problem,
gentlemen?

Senor Patrero.
Father Costa.

He has come here from
Santa Fe on official business.

Oh, really, Father?
What business is it?

Oh, the business of
maintaining a happy relationship

between church and community.

Oh.

Sister seems to feel there are questionable
influences which are undermining

a healthy church
atmosphere in San Miguel.

The Archbishop sent him.

Well, I'm sure you will find the people of
San Miguel are content with their lives here.

Nothing could
make me happier.

Good.

Well, meanwhile, I believe we should
take the boy to the hospital, Father.

I will not let you
touch a hair...

I think that Mr. Patrero
is absolutely right.

Thank you, Father.

Sister Anita and I will immediately,
of course,

make arrangements to
take the boy to Los Arcos.

Los Arcos.

You know, Father,
I'm a little confused.

I quite don't understand,
how using this boy

is going to help balance the power
between the church and the community.

But it doesn't matter. After all,
you are the expert, Father Costa.

Good day.
Sister.

DAVID: Uh...
There is one thing

you could do for us,
Mr. Patrero.

It seems that the telephone
here is out of order,

and my superiors in Santa Fe
are expecting a phone call from me.

They will be very worried.

Would you mind notifying
the phone company for us?

Sure.

Thank you.
Thank you.

You were wonderful!

It's a very good thing that Father
Young is a few inches taller than I.

Why?

(SIGHING IN RELIEF)

Look, I don't want no
trouble with Immigration.

You bring 'em over the border,
I just look the other way.

Which makes you
an accessory.

We've got to get to the kid
before he can talk.

What about this priest? I mean,
I don't like the whole thing.

Look, you're the sheriff.

The law.

I mean, you did say you wanted
to run for mayor next year, right?

What do you
want me to do?

Just go in
and arrest him.

He is an illegal alien.

Good. I like that.

I'm glad you do.

I'll take care of the rest.
Let's get out of here.

Sanctuary?

That's right,
Sheriff Dean.

Even if you had
a search warrant,

we wouldn't let you
touch the boy.

As far as I know, Immigration
doesn't have a ruling on sanctuary.

Well, of course, if the immigration
authorities want to come to the mission,

we would gladly release
Roberto to their custody.

I don't want to drag
Immigration out here, for one kid,

when they've got busloads
of illegals to worry about.

Oh.

Well, perhaps you could take
us to the hospital then, my son.

DEAN: I'm not running an
ambulance service, you know?

We'd make the call ourselves but
we're having a problem with the phone.

Maybe you could
look into it for us.

Look, I'm not gonna
force my way in here.

But I can't let you get away
with harboring an illegal

and interfering with
a law enforcement officer.

Want to arrest us?

We get one phone call each.

I'll try Immigration.

But no one leaves here.

With a little bit of luck
and some tools

I think I might be able
to get it started.

What did you used to use
for transportation?

Bicycles.

Gas is so expensive.

We never thought we'd ever
have to get further than San Marino.

Well, it's only 50 miles to Los Arcos,
if I can get it going.

(SIGHING) With this car it
might as well be 50 thousand.

What's the matter, Sister,
don't you believe in miracles?

Miracles.

You know, when I was a little girl,
I sat on the top of a mountain

for the feast
of Saint Bernadette.

I knew the Virgin Mary would appear
to me in a brilliant shower of light.

Did she?

No, I got a sore throat
for staying out all night.

The only shower of light
I've ever seen

was the fireworks
on the Fourth of July.

Which by the way,
are very lovely.

But, you still believe
you can fight Patrero?

Of course.

It's just part of
a bigger fight

to see things
the way they really are

and still keep the faith.

Well, that's
a miracle of sorts.

Sometimes faith

is all that
keeps us going.

PATRERO: Gracias, Pepe.

Sure you don't want some?

Why can't we just stick to business
and forget about one lousy illegal?

Because if we do, maybe there
won't be a business to stick to.

Que te pasa, Rudy?
You object to my strategy?

Well, I just think
it's a waste of time.

Waging war against
a bunch of nuns.

One of the first things you
have to learn about war, my son,

is that you never
underestimate your enemy.

Before Mom died,
we used to go to church every Sunday.

All of us.

I guess they weren't
the enemy then.

That was only Sundays.

You're right.

Look, this is business, Rudy.

You know, you have to learn
to keep both of them separate.

Unless, of course,
you're afraid.

Afraid that Sister Anita

will hit you again
with a ruler, huh?

I just want to know
why it's so important!

All right,
I'll tell you why.

You know about
your grandfather.

I mean, how he
got us out of Mexico.

Mama, myself,
your Uncle Sal.

I was only a boy
but I remember.

Even now.

Every time we bring in
a new truckload,

I remember touching my own rosary
and praying we wouldn't get caught.

(SIGHING)

You know something?

We could have had all of this,
even back then.

Except for my father.

Poor Papa.

He was so afraid to do anything
that the church might disapprove of.

He made us humble,

and filled us with the fear
of eternity in hell.

So we crawled around in
the fields and we picked beets,

until Mama couldn't even
stand up straight anymore.

That's how he died,
your grandfather.

On his hands and knees
in some field,

without a priest even being
there for his precious last rights.

But it's not
like that anymore!

Because I won't allow it,
that's why!

Because I will not
live by their rules.

(SIGHING)

No one tells Patrero
how to run his life,

except Patrero.

(BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH)

Enough.

Very soon when
the time is right,

we will go to the mission
and get the boy.

Unless, of course, you're afraid
of Sister Anita and the others.

In that case,
I'll take your brother.

In fact, I'm going to give him
your other responsibilities, as well.

Tomas?
Yes.

But he's just a kid.
He has pride.

He's a Patrero.

And until you can prove
that you're one too,

why don't you go
and sit with the old ladies,

and tremble
at the wrath of God.

Let me tell you something.

I'm not afraid of hell.

I've been there,

in that beet field
in Colorado.

Get out of my sight.
You make me sick.

You're ruining my appetite.

Get out!

(CHURCH BELLS TOLLING)

You're crazy, Rudy!

Look, I've gotta deliver this
kid on my old man's doorstep.

But if you're afraid
of a bunch of nuns...

Well, I guess this is my chance
to get back at Sister Anita,

for locking me up
in the tool shed,

when I knocked out Bobby
Echeverria's front teeth?

Come on.

Sister Anita?

If he gets closer
we'll get him.

Who is he?

Come on, let's go
get the kid.

If you take him out of here
you'll probably kill him.

Shut up!

(HULK ROARS)

(ROARS)

(BELL TOLLING)

David?

Is anyone there?

(GASPING)
Heavenly Father!

Are you sure
you're alright?

Listen, don't
worry about it.

He had a much rougher
time last night than we did.

What can we do?

Nothing. Except
get this bullet out.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

He wants you to hear his confession
and administer the last rites.

You better tell him
the truth.

Mother Superior.

Mr. Patrero, he insists
on seeing you.

You want me to go?

Not this time.

Thank you, Sister.

I've come here out
of respect for you.

Yes, because I believe we can
both accomplish what we want.

Really?

Yes. First of all,

you cannot hold out forever

and second, the boy certainly
needs medical attention.

Now, this is my plan.

I'm going to send a man
to escort him to the border.

Now, you can send someone also,
if you wish,

to make sure that he arrives
safely to a hospital in Mexico.

He will never live
through the journey.

I didn't say there
wouldn't be risks.

Oh. You'd love that,
wouldn't you?

As though he never existed,
except for the money he paid you.

What's so terrible
about what I do?

I help unfortunates
escape poverty,

and come to this
land of plenty.

Oh, yes. Like Moses leading
the people across the desert.

Moses didn't charge five hundred
dollars a head to his own people.

But it's not an unreasonable
price for freedom and a new life.

Get out.

Where is your self-righteousness,
Sister,

when I make my contributions
to the mission, every Christmas?

Oh, I know,
that's a different matter.

You know,
I can wait this one out.

If Father Costa's superiors
do not hear from him soon,

they will notify the police.

Now get out!

You're forcing me into
something very unpleasant, Sister.

Experience will win out.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Well, Sheriff,
are you comfortable?

You've got trouble.

Oh, really? You just
figured that out now, huh?

New trouble.

Rudy.

What now?

He's convinced that he saw a
miracle in the church garden.

So?

So, everybody's going down to
the mission to see for themselves.

(CHUCKLES)

Looks like your kid
has seen the light, boss.

(CHUCKLING)

(BELLS TOLLING)

I haven't seen such a large
gathering in a long time.

It seems they want
an explanation.

Then maybe one of them
could drive me to a phone.

Once you're out of sight, there's nothing
to keep Patrero from taking the boy.

I can't risk that.

Roberto is my last chance
to stop Patrero.

Forgive me for saying so, Sister,
but if we wait much longer,

Roberto won't be able to
tell the authorities anything,

and Patrero is going to go
free at the risk of the boy's life.

I am the one
who needs forgiving.

I'm as guilty as Patrero,

using this boy
for my own selfish ends.

Whatever it takes,
we must save Roberto.

I know it sounds crazy,
but it was like...

It was like Saint Michael was
trying to tell me something.

I don't know.

Now we're ready
to find a phone.

Father, please forgive me for
what happened yesterday. I didn't...

That's all right. Can you get
me to a telephone, right away?

Yes.

Bless them,
and get it over with.

Bless them?

CATHERINE: What are you doing?
ANITA: Just convince them.

Please, everybody
listen to me.

I cannot explain miracles,

I can't even
give blessings,

but I'm very glad to be here
in your town, San Miguel,

so that I can talk to you.

Bless them.

As I look at you,

I'm reminded of the miracle
of the loaves and fishes.

Now, some theologians believe,

that the 12 loaves
and the fishes,

did not magically
multiply themselves

into enough food to
feed all of the people.

Perhaps,

the followers that were listening
at the Sermon on the Mount,

began to trust
one another enough,

so that they could
share their food

as one, big family,

because they no longer
threatened each other,

and they were not
threatened by anybody else.

Not bad. Not bad.

Trust is miracle enough
for this town.

You must learn
to trust each other.

Please, stand up. You've
been kneeling and bowing

long enough and to the wrong
people and for the wrong reason.

Please, it's all right.
Please, stand up.

But, remember

how long the church
and these sisters

have been a part
of your family

and now, they need you.

PATRERO: Excuse me, Father, but we don't
need an outsider to tell us about family.

The people of San Miguel
mind their own business.

We have made sure that the
Mission has had the best of everything.

Even though the people have
gone without. Right or wrong?

(PEOPLE MURMURING)

You see, we also don't need you,
Sister Anita,

to tell us how to run our
lives and our businesses.

Papa, let him tell you
what happened here yesterday.

He saw the miracle too.

Your miracle, my son, probably
came from a bottle of cheap wine.

And anyway,

where were the miracles
last year during the drought?

(PEOPLE MURMURING)

It wasn't the church
that loaned the farmers money.

It wasn't blessings
that fed your families.

ANITA: At 30 percent,
Patrero?

The Mission

is the only thing that
Patrero does not control.

He has managed to turn
your church into a prison!

Now, how long
do you think it will be,

before he starts charging admission
so that you can go inside and pray?

Rudy.

You haven't heard a word
I've told you.

I heard you.

Very clearly.

You are a bitter old man
who thinks he can play God.

As my youngest son,

you could have had
anything you wanted.

Now I only have one son.

You were very good.

Yes, but we didn't
make the phone call.

Oh, but they heard you.
Maybe they'll help now.

Maybe we should
just go after him, huh?

Oh. Yes, well...

We'll wait until
everyone else has gone.

I'm going to
defeat him, Franco.

After all,
that priest is just a man.

DEAN: You're on your own.

I won't go within spitting
distance of that mission

as long as that
priest is there.

You're in too deep already to
start worrying about the law now.

Excuse me,
Mr. Patrero.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

This is Father Costa
from Santa Fe.

It seems he's looking
for the mission.

Welcome to San Miguel, Father.

You're sure
this thing will start?

Yeah, we're gonna have to give it
a push start, but I think it'll be okay.

Thank you, Sister.
Easy now.

(MOANING)

No, Sister,
no. It's gonna be too dangerous.

They may let me pass because
they think I'm Father Costa.

Now, as soon as he's safe,
I'll try and get help to you.

Sister! Sister!

It's Patrero!
He's back!

I'm taking the boy.

Don't be ridiculous.
I won't allow it.

Neither will
Father Costa.

I don't know who you are,

but Father Costa,
at this moment,

is being given a guided
tour of San Miguel,

escorted personally
by one of my assistants.

You know something? No really,
I have to congratulate you both.

You almost pulled it off.

The point now is,
do I get the boy willingly,

or do I have
to use force?

I won't have you set
foot on church grounds.

Well...

I'll bring him to you.

Thank you.

You can still
get away, David.

Now that he knows that
you're not Father Costa,

he may try
to hurt you too.

You're not going to let him
take Roberto now, are you?

I have no choice.

Oh, ye of
little faith, Sister.

May God be
with us, David.

Thank you, Sister.

Well, sisters,
I see that Sister Anita is a poor loser.

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

Let's go!

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Eli! Her.
Go ahead!

Well, slap her hand,
hombre! Eli!

(ENGINE STARTING)

Go on!

(GUN FIRING)

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

(ROARS)

(SCREAMING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(PEOPLE MURMURING)

My own son,

a Judas.

I took you at your word.

I am no longer your son.

Don't worry, I think we can
get Roberto his green card.

It wouldn't look good for the
government to throw back the fish

that can put a guy
like Patrero in jail.

And fortunately for us,
the press is on our side on this one.

It is difficult
to tell the difference

between the worshipers
and the reporters.

But Sister Mary Catherine is
getting very good at fielding questions.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, Sister.

You think we can keep this business
about the green creature quiet?

Archbishop Wainwright has this
thing about credibility, you know.

I mean, when it comes to
miracles he likes to stick by the book.

The green creature's the
least of our miracles here.

Really?

When a total stranger, a transient,
puts on the priest's collar,

and convinces a
community to trust again,

(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)
that's the miracle of San Miguel.

I like the sound of that.

"The Miracle
of San Miguel."

You know, Sister,
there's a ghetto in San Mara,

that's looking for someone
to run their youth program.

Now, Father.

Sister, you'd be great.

They were looking for
someone with a little savvy.

Someone who is...