The Incredible Hulk (1978) s05e04 Episode Script
Sanctuary
I don't want no trouble with lmmigration.
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 lmmigration.
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, lmmigration 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 lmmigration 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 lmmigration.
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 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
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 lmmigration.
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, lmmigration 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 lmmigration 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 lmmigration.
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 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