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[chanting]

Forgive me Father
for I have sinned.

It's been one week since
my last confession.

I took the Lord's name
in vain 211 times.

[whistle blowing]

God damn it.

I had 22 impure thoughts.

[chanting]

I contemplated murder.

MAN: Murder?

RALPH: Only in thought
Father, only in thought.

[chanting]

Get back here you bastards.

MAN: Surely there must be
some self-abuse, my son.

[lawn mower]

[chanting]

RALPH: I have committed
22 sins of the flesh.

MAN: You're a pervert.

You're not even making an
appearance in purgatory

with that record.

Really?

I had no idea.

MAN: I'm not even sure I have
the power to forgive you.

Please Father.

I'll try harder.

MAN: Harder?

That's the problem.

You should talk to a priest.

Not me, kid.

[laughing]

[music playing]

I can't believe
I actually told

them that I'd abused myself
22 times in the last week.

22 times?

And I thought I
was going to hell.

Is it Grace or Gracie
for your grandmother?

Grace.

Put out that.

Cigarette.

You're breaking school rules.

Hey, Chester.

I need to smoke.

It calms my nerves.

We're having
confession later today.

Thought you might like
to join us, Walker.

RALPH: Gorilla.

You think there's a
world record for hanging.

Probably not.

Even if there
isn't, I can announce

that I'm going to set one.

There's absolutely no
reason why my idiot

savantness couldn't be hanging.

Look, I can hang here all day.

[fence clanging]

Did you see that
attempted catch?

[chanting]

Who'd have guessed
she'd have such reach?

[bell ringing]

Thanks.

Getting me Mr. Walker, again.

[typing]

You know the green
in your sweater

brings out the
color of your eyes.

Makes them sparkle.

Really?

That's the sweetest thing
anybody ever said to me.

Ever?

Yes.

Father Fitzpatrick
will see you now.

Thank you.

[door closes]

Good afternoon, Father.

How are you today?

Sit.

You were smoking
on school property.

Technically, yes.

But I was practically
off the grounds.

Technicalities are the
cornerstone Mr. Walker.

Now there is too much
documentation on you already.

Are you purposely trying to
get yourself of St. Magnus

or is there another
reason I'm completely

overlooking for your
utter inability to fit in?

I'm destined for greatness.

You're 14 years old.

Greatness is not an option.

Now don't think
your grandparents

have enough to worry about?

A week of weeding
Father Zinger's garden.

That's all.

But Father, I
was only smoking.

Two weeks.

That will be all.

And one thing more.

Nothing gets by me Mr. Walker.

Absolutely nothing.

[door closing]

Mr. Walker.

Here's my late slip.

Against boredom the gods
themselves fight in vain.

You think so?

Nietzsche does.

Independent seat work for
the remainder of the period.

Have you read Nietzsche?

Is he that Chinese guy?

No.

He's that philosopher guy.

Is he Catholic?

Seems odd not to be studying
Catholics in religion class.

Besides, I thought we
were having a test.

We're not.

It's far too sunny
out for testing.

Wouldn't you agree?

I'm hoping Nietzsche will
be better for your brain.

Well, I suppose so.

[chanting]

Sorry about your face.

What's wrong with my face?

Nothing.

I meant the cut from baseball.

In fact, it's a wonderful face.

Thanks.

It's about time we
went on a date, Collins.

Really Walker?

Dinner maybe.

Something formal, but
within bike riding distance.

I want our first
date to be memorable.

And I want it to be
Good Friday every day.

Good.

Next Friday night.

I'll come by around 7:00.

No, make that 7:30
just to give you

some extra time to get ready.

How's it going my Mr. Walker?

Mom, I absolutely
couldn't be any better.

You?

Growing wings as we speak.

I figured as much.

Are things still working out
staying at Chester's house?

His mom keeps
saying, what difference

does one more kids make?

I like it there.

Honest.

Do you go by the house?

Just to cut the grass.

NURSE ALICE: Here you go, Emma.

Hello, Ralph.

Hey Alice, is that
a new hair clip?

Don't mess with me, kid.

No, seriously.

It looks stunning.

Did you conquer the
world today, Mr. Walker?

I've got a date with
Claire next Friday.

I like that girl.

Here.

I bought this for you.

[music playing]

I know.

I feel the same.

Not quite the haircut
I had in mind.

I think it's too short.

You can pull it off.

Not many could.

You make a fantastic
scarf selector.

Thank you, Ralph.

You're welcome.

Your father would be proud.

[phone ringing]

Walker residence.

How may I direct your call?

CHESTER [ON PHONE]:
Cut the crap, Ralph.

It's Chester.

Do you really think
anyone's going to believe

that's your grandmother.

Do you want to go
swimming today?

I thought you hated
swimming, Chester?

CHESTER [ON PHONE]:
My brother says

you can see right inside
the women's change room

from a certain angle.

I need to see naked girls.

CHESTER: I wish
Fred told me exactly

where you're supposed to look.

Do you think he was lying?

Couldn't have been.

This is useless.

I'm leaving.

You coming?

Christ, Chester.

No.

You haven't even dived yet.

I'm staying to work on my flips.

I've been reading
about Olympic divers.

Doesn't seem like there's much
competition in that field.

See ya.

[music playing]

[splashing]

[music playing]

[laughing]

Holy Christ.

Fred was right.

[music playing]

[groaning]

What's the matter
with that boy?

Is he having a seizure?

Looks more like a
fit if you ask me.

[groaning]

With a seizure your
into the whole body,

including the brain.

However, in a fit--

[groaning]

[splash]

Fowling!

FATHER FITZPATRICK:
You're pulling

the noose tighter, Mr. Walker.

Old Testament depravity has
no place in this school.

I expected so much more,
especially from you.

Your father died of war hero.

But Father, I can explain.

Honestly.

Obviously you
have a deviant mind.

Now, mortal sins
have been committed.

You will attend 6 a.m.

Mass daily to restore
your spiritual purity

and you will join the
cross country team to deal

with your energy surplus.

Now, Mr. Walker, this
will be your last warning.

Your next stop will be
public school where there

is no spiritual safety net.

Public school?

[music playing]

You're not joining the
cross country team, are you?

Of course I'm not joining.

I was conscripted.

Why do you guys run?

I mean, what's the point?

It's in our blood.

We have to.

All right, gentlemen.

See you in Charlie Park.

[whistle]

We run in cross country.

So run.

How in Christ
did I end up here?

I ask myself that every day.

Did Father Fitzpatrick
say the incident will

go on your permanent record?

He didn't mention it.

It probably won't then.

Do you think anyone knows
what happened at the pool.

Whoa!

ALL: Wanker!

Wanker!

Wanker!

Wanker!

Wanker!

Wanker!

Wanker!

Wanker!
Wanker!

I'd say so.

ALL: Wanker!

Wanker!
- All right, gentlemen.

ALL: Wanker!

Wanker!

Wanker!

Silence!

Gentlemen, I am
deeply disappointed.

Shame on all of you.

This boy's father is dead and
his mother is in the hospital.

Come on.

Leave him alone, Father.

Mr. Walker can stand
up for himself.

We all need a little
help standing up, Father.

Leave him alone.

She had a rough
time last night.

But don't worry, we're
watching her pretty closely.

[bell rings]

Hi, Mom.

How are you feeling?

For a sick person I
couldn't be any healthier.

Don't worry.

Give me a kiss, babe.

What's wrong, doom and gloom?

Was the most embarrassing
thing you ever did?

What happened?

I got caught committing
a venal sin in the pool.

It was an accident, obviously.

A technical oversight
by the pool's

manufacturers, if you
want to blame anyone.

Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

Alice, I need help!

Mom?

Alice!

What's wrong?

Out of the way.

Move, move, move, move.

She's breathing, but
something's happened.

I'll check her pulse.

We need oxygen stat!

[music playing]

Hi, Ralph.

Hi, Mr. Karl.

How's your mom?

They say she'll be, she'll
be coming home any day now.

Karl, I know I was
here last week,

but are you looking to
buy anything these days?

I'd feel better
if your grandparents

came in themselves.

Here's a note
from my grandmother.

But call her if you want to.

They just don't get out
as much they used to.

[music playing]

Yes?

Good evening, Mr. Collins.

I've come to pick up Claire?

Do

You have?

For what?

Our date.

What time would you
like her home by?

Um.

Why don't you just wait
here for, um, a minute.

Claire!

Any of you kids have names?

I'm Ralph.

Is it true about the pool?

Yeah.

Because of you our swimming
lessons were cancelled.

They didn't really
have to drain the pool.

After all, the chlorine
would have killed the--

Ralph.

We need to talk.

Alone.

I didn't really
think you'd show.

I mean, after the--

The what?

The pool.

Oh, yeah.

Well.

I'm sorry because I really
can't go on a date with you.

Really?

I'm becoming a nun.

Just because of the pool?

I mean, it was an accident.

No, of course not.

Good.

Listen, even if you
are becoming a nun,

I really don't think God would
hold one date against you.

He might.

I'm sorry.

Here, take these.

I got them because
the whites reminded

me of the whites of your eyes.

Thanks.

[music playing]

RALPH: Claire has clearly
decided to put the Great

Wall of China defense on me.

But I'm positive this whole
nun thing is basically a way

of denying her true feelings.

Understandably.

What are you doing?

Trying to wake up my mom.

Sit down.

The doctors are saying it will
take a miracle to wake her up.

Miracle?

I had no idea.

She was already
pretty weak, Ralph.

Christ, Alice.

I'm sorry.

So Saint Francis, who
had grown up very rich,

left Assisi one last time.

This time decided to give
away everything he had,

even the clothes off his back.

Soon thereafter he performed
the miracle of stigmata.

Just like Christ he bled.

Do you need to be a Saint?

What?

For what?

To produce a miracle?

No.

Not a bad question though.

There are three considerations
necessary for that, Mr. Walker.

Faith, purity, and prayer.

For faith, you need to truly
believe in something that

doesn't make any logical sense.

For prayer, as
you know, you need

to be in direct
communication with God.

And for purity, you need to
be completely free from sin.

So anyone could
perform a miracle.

Technically, yes.

[door opening]

FATHER FITZPATRICK: A word but
you, Father Hibbert, if I may.

Certainly, Father.

Excuse me for a
minute, gentlemen.

Father?

Were you aware that
Nietzsche was a communist?

I can assure you, Father,
your sources are wrong.

Who are you reading?

Stick to the
Catechism, Father.

Nietzsche has no place in a
ninth grade religion class,

nor any religion
class in my school.

These students won't survive
unless they follow the rules.

The anarchist and the
Christian have a common origin.

Nietzsche wrote that.

I think there's some
truth to it, Father.

Don't push it, Father Hibbert.

Yes, Father.

RALPH: Father Hibbert?

What is it, Mr. Walker?

Producing a
miracle is possible?

And flying to the
moon is possible,

but it's never going to happen.

[music playing]

[exhales]

I can see what you mean.

Hills on the way over
are pretty brutal.

The workout
hasn't started yet.

That's the hill.

Oh.

All right, gentlemen.

Let's get started.

Only 180 training days left
until the Boston Marathon.

Father, about the
Boston Marathon.

Does everyone from
the team get to go?

Do we really have a
chance of winning?

What?

You mentioned that
there's 180 days

left until the Boston Marathon.

I was wondering if we're
all going because I'd

really like to see Boston.

Will we fundraising
to pay for it?

I was kidding.

Boston is one of the world's
most prestigious foot races.

Anyone on this team
winning the Boston Marathon

would be a miracle to rival
the loaves and fishes.

A miracle?

FATHER HIBBERT: All
right, gentlemen.

On your marks.

OK, then.

Let's run some hills?

BOY 1: What's wrong
with that kid?

BOY 2: Who knows?

I hear they're going to
put him in an orphanage

when his mother dies.

[music playing]

Hey.

You getting a boner from
these ropes, Chester?

No.

Me neither.

I was thinking about
running the Boston Marathon.

But you told me you
hated cross-country.

Besides, what
makes you think you

can actually run a marathon?

[whistle]

Leave some room for the
Holy Spirit, Mr. Walker.

Ah!

[body thuds]

MAN's VOICE: Ralph.

Ralph.

Run Boston, Ralph.

Run Boston and
it'll be a miracle.

Are you OK?

I was having a
moment with God.

He was giving me
some instructions.

Mr. Jones, take Mr. Walker
to the nurse's office.

Mr. Walker, an
unsolicited visit, for once.

I heard about your head
injury from Father Greg.

We must be vigilant
about temptation.

Father, I just wanted
to ask you a question

since you are the closest one
to God I know around here.

You have my
undivided attention.

Father Hibbert told us
that it would take a miracle

for anyone from the
cross-country team

to win the Boston Marathon.

Father Hibbert
would probably know.

Well, my mom needs a miracle
to get out of her coma.

And?

Me winning the Boston
Marathon could be that miracle.

God told me.

God told you?

Today at gym, when
I fell off the ropes.

Did he tell you how to do it?

No.

That's why I need your help.

Especially with the purity
part, and prayer probably.

I believe that what
you're talking about

could be bordering on blasphemy,
even if it is unintentional.

So let's be careful.

God did not ask you
to win Boston to get

your mother out of a coma.

It doesn't work like that.

How does that work?

Why would he ask you?

I don't know.

He just did.

Precisely.

You don't know.

It wasn't God.

It was the bump on your head,
a hallucination at best.

Father, I don't mean to
be disrespectful, but--

Mr. Walker, trust me.

You are not going to
perform any miracles.

You're not running Boston.

Is that clear?

Yes, Father.

Father, forgive me for
I have lied to a priest.

[music playing]

How far have we run, Father?

One mile.

That's it?

Turn back, if you want to.

I can't.

All right.

Stop.

I heard you talked to
Father Fitzpatrick.

Yes, Father.

Let's get something
straight right here and now.

All right?

So there is absolutely
no confusion,

forget about miracles, please.

I would have thought you
of all people, a priest,

would believe in miracles.

I'm trying to help you, Ralph.

Father Fitzpatrick is upper
clergy, monsignor material.

Not a man you want
to go up against.

Your friend Nietzsche
wrote, and I quote,

the anarchist and the Christian
often have a common origin.

I'm trying to be both.

That's not what
Nietzsche meant.

I don't care.

OK.

So the cosmic events stacked up.

And I was still insurable
until my conversation with God.

Unfortunately, you'll still
be in a coma for a few months

because Boston is not until
April, but that's better

than the rest of your life.

Excuse me for a second, Mom.

Claire.

What's wrong with
your grandmother?

Oh, she's not my grandmother.

This is Mrs. Scarlet.

She's a patient here.

I volunteer at the hospital.

Mrs. Scarlet, Ralph Walker.

Oh.

Can I talk to you for a second?

I need some advise in religion.

Specifically, stuff of
a miraculous nature.

Miracles Why?

Tell me again.

What did God look like?

Santa Claus.

Really?

I've been praying since I
was five for a divine tap

on the shoulder.

I envy you.

So what's your question?

I just want to make sure
I'm not missing anything.

I do those three things
and all I have to do

is show up for
Boston and I'll win.

Wrong.

That's where the
faith part comes in.

You have to believe that
you're going to win Boston.

I do.

God told me.

Do you believe it
right down to your bones?

Just as I suspected.

You see, God won't
be in your corner

unless you believe
you're going to win.

There's no way I'll be
able to improve that much.

Well, if you feel that way
Ralph, of course you won't win.

It's obvious you
don't have faith

and you're done
before you started.

Don't you see?

Good point, Collins.

You got me there.

You'll be in my
prayers every night.

I will?

If I can in any way
help with a miracle,

I might be able to skip
purgatory altogether.

[music playing]

Chester, pedal harder.

Isn't the idea you run faster?

Listen, I'm doing
the best I can.

But I've got to train
my legs to accept speed.

Give it all you've got.

[music playing]

You're slowing down.

Come on, Ralph.

Chester, stop!

Goddammit!

Ah!

CHESTER: Oh, shit.

Sorry.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

I don't mean to sound
like a know it all,

but what are you doing?

There's no way you're
going to finish

Boston, never mind winning it.

On top of that, there's
the Fitz factor.

Fitz doesn't
scare me, not if I

can train harder than
anyone's ever trained before.

Even if it means being
dragged behind a bike.

After that, the miracle
is in God's hands.

Don't you see?

Get on the bike.

This is from your garden.

Sorry about this.

I picked it up from
Baxter this morning.

Mrs. Copliss doesn't want me
to have her dog's business.

When you're out of your coma I'm
sure you'll hear all about it.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

I heard that smell is
the strongest memory.

So you're making
your mom smell that?

Yeah.

Well, I with my
dad's old sweater,

but that didn't
work so I moved on.

What's this?

Well, I thought it might
help with the miracle,

reading about Catholics
who got it right.

Thanks.

It was an Easter present from
Sister Bernadette last year.

It's been blessed.

[music playing]

I could use that.

I'm trying to be pure.

I'm trying to apply some of
the martyrs pain techniques

to running.
- Martyrs were marathoners?

No.

Endurance athletes of a sort.

Plus, there's stuff on
purity and prayer, as well.

Which will come in
handy for the miracle.

How could you
fail a Latin test.

I don't have the
gift of tongues.

Please sign it.

You'd never tell them
it was me, would you?

[music playing]

[MUSIC - RON SEXSMITH, "UP THE
ROAD"]

I'm looking out across
the way to her old abode.

It'd sure be good to see her
again coming up the road.

For the world cannot defeat us
when we've got a hand to hold.

And how the stars will
greet us then coming up--

[body thuds]

Might.

Are you all right, Mr. Walker?

Fine, Father.

Thanks.

What's this for?

I got that from the library.

Well, you look like a runner.

I do?

You do.

[music playing]

LONGBOAT [VOICEOVER]: Unlike
other events in running,

the marathon is the
ultimate test of fortitude.

Therefore, once the decision
to run has been made,

dedication is paramount.

Father Hibbert?

All right.

I'm asking, what's
with the outfit?

Just like the martyrs,
I'm embracing pain.

The more pain I can take,
the better runner I'll be.

If I can get used to running
with all this stuff on,

imagine how much better I'll
run when I finally take it off.

Father, how did you
do the 1936 Olympics?

What did you say?

RALPH: You ran the 1936
Olympic marathon for Canada.

No, I didn't.

RALPH: I saw it in a book.
- Well, the book was wrong.

Follow me, gentlemen.
Come along, Mr. Walker.

Ralph?

What's wrong?

I'm fine.

Just a little light-headed.

That's all.

[body thuds]

Ralph!

You fainted.

Yeah, I'm fine.

I might have run too far today.

You run?

Cross-country?

The marathon

The marathon.

I used to train with the
finished marathoners.

You were a runner?

No.

I was a Canadian nurse
on overseas assignment

and amateur bobsledder.

You know, if you're
serious about training

you should come over sometime
and we can lift weights.

Paavo Nurmi did and he won
nine Olympic gold medals.

Wow.

You OK?

My glucose levels are down.

Claire, listen.

The book of martyrs has
helped, but I still can't pray.

Well, divine
revelations aside,

you've obviously got
a serious blockage.

Are you sure you were baptized?

No.

And it's kind of hard
to ask anyone right now.

Yeah, sorry.

Why don't you try rubbing
your knees of sandpaper

until they bleed
and then kneeling

down on a pan of alcohol pray.

What grit paper?

[music playing]

[grunting]

Ah!

[music playing]

LONGBOAT [VOICEOVER]: The
runner will ensure he eats

at least 6,000 calories a day.

[music playing]

[sighing]

I thought I had
a big appetite.

What's with the gluttony?

I'm trying to win
the Boston Marathon.

It's actually true.

You think you can
perform a miracle?

[laughing]

Yeah.

[laughing]

Weirdo.

Let's get out of here.

LONGBOAT [VOICEOVER]:
Running backwards

is the best way to strengthen
calf and hamstring muscles.

What do you think
the kid is doing?

I have absolutely no idea.

Isn't that the kid with
the mother in a coma?

He was caught strangling
his chicken in the pool.

That's the one.

Ralph, it's not like
you're permanently going

to deep freeze you're dick.

Chester, think about it.

The martyrs swam in the
St. Lawrence during winter

to purify themselves.

Why can't I?

[music playing]

[splash]

Goddammit!

Well, that's the
sin of blasphemy.

[music playing]

[knocking]

[music playing]

[grunting]

Come on!

Lift the weight.

Sorry.

Be a man.

Be a man.

Be a man.

LONGBOAT [VOICEOVER]:
The runner should

always stare straight ahead.

Looking behind him is a
sure sign of weakness.

You know, you can't come
to our house for Christmas.

I'll be fine.

My cousins from
Chatham will be here.

Are you sure?

Absolutely.

Besides, I have my race.

Visiting hours are over.

My mother's room is in 309.

I know where it is.

As I've already said,
visiting hours are over.

But Nurse Alice always
lets me go in anyway.

I'm not Nurse Alice.

Visiting hours are over.

Please, it's Christmas Eve.

You can see your mother
first thing tomorrow.

[music playing]

Don't tell me you're planning
on running the whole race.

I was going to ask you
the same thing, Granddad.

MAN: Runners to the mark.

3, 2, 1.

[gunshot]

Slow down, kid.

You'll never last 10
miles at that pace.

There's only one
way to find out.

[music playing]

Who's that kid?

I've never seen him before.

He looks good.

[heavy breathing]

I knew you wouldn't last.

How was the race?

I lost.

And?

I thought I was going to win.

I've only got 14 good weeks
of training until Boston.

14 weeks is a lifetime.

[music playing]

LONGBOAT [VOICEOVER]:
Especially when your legs ache

from training, putting
in the miles is

essential to self-improvement.

[music playing]

Stop.

How many miles a
week are you running?

60.

It's not nearly enough.

It isn't.

Longboat said it
should be plenty.

Longboat?

Longboat went insane.

What are you doing for workouts?

Well, every run I
go as hard as I can,

and I eat five raw
eggs for breakfast,

and I always sleep with
my head facing north.

It's complete idiocy.

Tell you right now, you're
never going to win Boston.

But if you still insist on
running it, I'll coach you.

I knew you'd come around.

You did?

How?

I could see it in your eyes.

Mm-hm.

Well, then you're
as nuts as Longboat.

I'll coach you only
on one condition.

You promise never to mention
anything about miracles.

Just mine or all miracles?

Yours.

I've nothing against
miracles in general.

To strive, to seek, to
find, and not to yield.

I think Tennyson got
it right with that one.

Don't you, Mom?

Usually I hate poetry,
but we've been learning

this new poem in
English and I've decided

to memorize the whole thing.

You know, just for
when I get bored.

Ralph, come quick.

I think I found something
that will help you pray.

Go on, Ralph.

Touch it.

I heard the nurses talking.

He just died.

Even the family doesn't know.

I mean, his soul could be
going to heaven, right now.

And if you connect with
that, that could break

your whole prayer blockage.

So come on.

Close your eyes and
say a Hail Mary.

He's cold.

I think we missed it.

Close your eyes.

Hail Mary full of grace.

Dear god.

Please tell me there is
a rational explanation

for all this.

You still watching my back?

Yes.

Keep your arms relaxed.

Shake them out.

How's you're breathing?

Fine.

[heavy breathing]

Yes.

You shouldn't have tried to
stay with me when I surged.

Now you're broken.

Once you break, it's over.

In running you
can never recover.

You can red line all
you want, but never

go past the breaking point
until the final sprint.

All right?

You OK?

Fine.

OK.

Jog easy for five minutes
and then we'll try again.

By the way you have an
incredible capacity for work.

I do?

Yes, you do.

Read it.

Sadly, Grace Walker, wife
of the late Grant Walker,

passed away on
January 7th, 1949.

She died of a heart attack.

Grace Wal--

That's enough.

Obviously, it has
come to my attention

that your grandparents are dead.

No, they're not, Father.

Are you suggesting
the obituary is fiction?

No.

Not at all, Father.

Then what am I missing?

I've seen their graves.

Section 16, row 12, plot 6.

Holy Sepulcher cemetery.

Oh, you mean my dad's parents.

I thought you were
talking about my mom's.

And where do they live?

Ireland.

Well, maybe it's
time you visited them.

Maybe it's also
time you explained

who wrote all of these notes.

I know you don't have the
writing skills to pull

something like this off.

[bell ringing]

So what are you
giving up for Lent?

Self-abuse.

Impossible.

If you do that, you'd
have your miracle.

Chester, Fitz knows
the notes are fake.

Oh shit.

[throat clearing]

You didn't tell him it was me.

Don't be an idiot.

Fitz has no idea who wrote them.

I'm done.

My penmanship will sink me.

I'm in a life
that might sink me.

[MUSIC - JACK INGRAM, "GOODNIGHT
MOON"]

Goodnight moon.

Good night stars.

Goodnight all broke down cars.

I've gone away.

Leaving soon.

Good night darling.

Good night moon.

I don't know where I'll be.

I don't know

Kid's looking better.

At least he's not
running backwards.

[MUSIC - JACK INGRAM, "GOODNIGHT
MOON"]

Out the window.

Good.

Stay on pace.

Don't get caught
up in the surges.

And don't go into oxygen debt.

Breathe.

Use your arms.

Stride 20 feet.

Good.

5: 28.

Good man.

That's enough for today.

Oh.

You look great.

How do you feel?

Like I could eat mountains.

I know that feeling.

So why did you quit running?

Two weeks before
Berlin I got injured.

My knee went out.

There's no way I was going
to come back in time.

I was 20 years old and the
fastest marathoner in Canada.

I was disappointed
to say the least,

but I knew there'd
be other Olympics.

The war came and I
joined the priesthood.

You joined the priesthood
because of the war?

I hope not.

The day I entered the seminary
was last day I ever ran.

Why?

They told me
Basilians don't run.

I should have
joined the Jesuits.

[MUSIC - JACK INGRAM, "GOODNIGHT
MOON"]

Good night moon.

Good night stars.

Good night old broke down cars.

I'm going away.

I'm leaving soon.

Good night darling.

Good night moon.

Good night darling.

Good night moon.

Not one day of missed
running in the last 42.

And now I can bench
press almost 100 pounds.

Stay in the water for
almost five minutes.

I think we're closing in
on your miracle country.

Sorry it's going
to take so long.

My mom says she saw
you running in Dunders.

Did you jog all the way?

Maybe.

That's a long way.

Even to drive.

Thanks.

Your documentation is
very thorough, Father.

Yes, Ralph Walker has
fallen through the net.

But the Children's Aid
Society has no authority

to just come in and take him.

It takes time.

A few weeks at least.

In the meantime
he stays by himself.

Legally it's a loophole,
but we follow the law.

And what about
the boy's welfare?

Is that really what's
at stake here, Father?

What do you mean?

You once said my
welfare in mind.

Grade 9 Latin.

49.5 final mark, if I recall.

Surely there was room
in my participation mark.

You sat in the back row.

My welfare never had the
chance to thank you for the two

months I spent with you
that summer re-reading

the stories of Cacellius,
Lucretia, and their stupid,

stupid dog, Romeo.

Good day, Father.

LONGBOAT [VOICEOVER]:
Amazing things

can happen under a full moon.

I still don't think you're
ready for this workout,

especially in the dark.

I love running in the rain.

Of course I'm ready.

Besides, I'll be getting the
full moon effect as well.

Will you forget
about the full moon?

You can hardly see the moon.

Dennis Longboat was
institutionalized.

But Canadians
ran great under him

and they have done
nothing since.

OK.

Let's get this over with.
Ready?

Yeah.

Set.

Run.

[ticking]

[music playing]

FATHER HIBBERT: Reach,
reach, reach, reach, reach.

Good.

1:46.

Not bad.

Run.

4: 51.

Go.

[music playing]

4: 33.

Number 10.

You're halfway there, Ralph.

[music playing]

Pick it up.

You're falling off pace.
Pick it up.

Pick it up.

4: 56.
Use your arms.

Use your arms, Mr. Walker.

Use your arms.

Stride.

Stride.

Oh, Longboat would be proud.

Use your arms.
Use your arms.

Use your arms.
Use your arms.

Pick it up.
Pick it up.

4: 53.

Take it.

I thought I had
one more to do.

You do.

Where are you going?

I think you should
do this one with me.

Why?

You'll get more
of the moon alone.

[ticking]

[music playing]

Stay on pace.

Be a martyr.

Be a martyr.

Relax your arms, Ralph.

You heard me.

Relax your arms.

[music playing]

See?

I told you it would work.

4:25.2.

It's your fastest mile
over 20 Congratulations.

You were flying young man.

I know.

It felt great.

All right.

Stand up before you cramp.

All right.

Jog home, slowly.

Loosen up your legs
and go straight to bed.

I'll have that watch.

Good job.

Thanks for timing me.

You're welcome.

You know I never thought you'd
be able to make that work out.

I thought it would break you.

I don't want to be an orphan.

You'll win Around
the Bay on Sunday.

I will?

You will.

What about Boston?

They are entirely
different beasts.

Good night, Mr. Walker.

Good night, Father Hibbert.

Back for more, kid?

I suppose I am.

You'll never finish.

[gunshot]

You wanted to see me, Father?

Do you know
anything about this?

Yes.

He's come a long way.

He says that he's going
to win the Boston Marathon.

He also says that it will
be a miracle when he does.

It will be.

He won't win.

That's not what I mean.

How long have you
been coaching him?

I wouldn't exactly
call it coaching.

More like, steering him in
the right direction if he's--

Semantics.

I thought I made
myself very clear.

You did, Father?

Then?

He needed help.

Ralph Walker does not
need that kind of help.

He needs to learn his
place in the world.

All of our students
need this from us.

It's what we do as
teachers, Father Hibbert.

It's our gift!

Tell him it's over.

That he can't run Boston.

Of course he can.

It's outside of
school jurisdiction.

You can't control that.

Watch me.

If Ralph Walker runs Boston
and is absent from this school

his career as a student is
over here at St. Magnus.

That's my jurisdiction.

And if you have any part of it,
you are done with this order.

There have already
been discussions.

His mother is dying.

And hence, the reason he
is still a student here.

I'm trying to help the boy.

He will be put in a home as
soon as the paperwork is done.

Thank you.

That's all, Father Hibbert.

Yes, Father.

LONGBOAT [VOICEOVER]:
As the race

approaches it is paramount that
all distractions disappear.

It's equally important that
all doubts be cast aside.

Remember, the marathon is
not without adversity, not

without pain.

[grunting]

You're certainly no.

Martyr I'm not even
going in deep, yet.

Somehow when you said
massage, I was thinking

of something totally different.

It's only a bruise.

In a couple of days
you'll be just fine.

Mr. Walker.

What happened?

I fell.

You fell?

Ralph you're not going
to be able to run Boston.

The race is 10 days away.

Of course I'm going to run.

You broke your promise to me.

You said you never
mentioned miracles.

Hm?

I'm convinced winning
the Boston Marathon

is the miracle my mother will
need to get out of a coma.

We had to deal, Ralph.

I didn't break my promise.

I thought you meant not to
mention miracles to you.

Well you thought wrong.

That's not fair.

Listen to me, Ralph.

Father Fitzpatrick says
he'll expel you if you run.

I'd never let a priest tell
me whether I can or cannot run.

I learned that from you.

You don't know what
you're talking about.

Thanks.

I'll sell the rest of
the stuff in the house

and I'll use the money to pay
for a train ticket to Boston.

But you can't run.

Fitz is going to kick
you out of school.

Hibbert's right.

Call it off.

I'm running.

Besides, I'm getting
kicked out already.

It's only a matter of time,
so I have nothing to lose.

You have everything to lose.

You set yourself up to be the
laughingstock of Hamilton.

Trust me.

People are talking.

Chester, I honestly don't
care what anybody is saying.

See, that's the difference
between me and you.

Your knee's wrecked,
you can't pray,

you're certainly not
pure, and your mother has

been a coma for seven months.

She's not coming out.

She is so.

No, she is not.

God damn you.

Hey!

Stop.

Break it up.

I forged letters for you.

I put myself on the line.

No, you didn't, Chester.

You've never put
yourself on the line.

[telephone ringing]

RALPH: Hello?

CLAIRE [ON PHONE]:
Ralph, it's Claire.

I was wondering if you wanted
to go to Holy Thursday mass

with me?

Work on your praying?

Holy Thursday.

Let me see.

Yes, I believe I'm free.

Thanks,

[music playing]

Don't you just love Holy Week?

[MUSIC - BLUE RODEO, "DARK
ANGEL"]:

I met this girl she was walking
through one of my dreams.

She kissed my eyes
and everything

that she said made so much
sense to me that I still

feel like I'm half asleep.

[bell rings]

My dark angel she gave
me diamonds for eyes.

She walked by now I'm
hypnotized by this dream

that just won't stop and I
feel like I've always been lo--

Nice try, Ralph.

Seducing me on Holy Thursday?

Did you think I was
going to fall for that?

Honest, I thought
you wanted to.

Me?

Ralph, I'm supposed to be a nun.

And all I was trying to do
was help you with a miracle.

And now look what you've done.

[music playing]

Wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up!

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

Ralph, what are you doing?

I thought the music
might wake her up.

It won't.

I know.

I know.

Oh, honey.

[MUSIC - DARI POUYAT, "THREE
WORDS"]: The moon's nothing

more than the air.

Don't tell me you
see faces up there.

A voice not calling my name.

A whisper, a yell, it
all sounds the same.

Because they're the same three
words I've prayed before.

Only now you're gone
I need them more.

St. Peter's gatekeeper
stands tall.

I hear God's
soldiers at the wall.

I'm pretending to hear.

The sky holds the song.

I can't voice the fear.

Because they're the same three
words I've prayed before.

Only now you're gone

[coughing]

I need them more.

[coughing]

[sirens]

I'm sorry about your house.

Yeah, me too.

Could have been worse.

I don't even have
a picture of them.

At least you're not dead.

And don't worry,
arrangements have

been made for you
to stay temporarily

and Chester's house.

Thanks, Father.

Am I correct in
assuming that your Boston

Marathon quest is over?

Well, you are in
all our prayers.

Thanks, Father.

Don't listen to him.

Fitz was right.

You were right.

She's not coming
out of the coma.

I'm not running.

God dammit.

You just burned your house down.

The least you could
do is run Boston.

What's the point?

Nothing would
piss Fitz off more.

And-- I--

I believe you can win the race.

[music playing]

Father Hibbert?

Father Fitzpatrick.

I just wanted to let you know
I won't be at school on Monday.

And why is that?

I'm going to Boston.

It's the least I
can do for Ralph.

It's why I joined the
priesthood, to help people.

The best way for you were
to help Ralph Walker is

to convince him
that running Boston

is the biggest
mistake of his life.

Is it, Father?

We are God's servants.

Chasing after
miracles is blasphemy.

You know what?

Before I met that young
man, I didn't much

believe in anything.

But now I'm starting to think
that one day, when my time is

up, God is going
to ask me, George,

did you ever put it on the line?

Did you ever not
know and still jump?

Did you ever just
close your eyes and--

and let go?

And right not, Father,
my answer would be, no.

No, I never did.

So I'm closing my eyes.

You're blind.

You're as deluded as Ralph.

And there will be
serious ramifications.

Not only in this school, but
within the Basilian order.

I know.

Thank you.

Oh, as far as
anarchists go, Nietzsche

really had nothing on Christ.

You know?

All right.

[door closes]

Ticket to Boston, please.

[music playing]

Did you see this?

Hamilton's Around
the Bay champ,

Ralph Walker, who recently
lost his house to fire,

hopes that his winning
ways continue in Boston.

The race will be broadcast live
on THCH radio starting at noon.

Oddsmakers give him an
outside chance at best.

Screw it.

He's got more than
an outside chance.

CLAIRE [VOICEOVER]: However,
if he wins, Walker will

be the youngest champion ever.

When we reached Mr.
Walker he told us

that "winning Boston will
be the miracle needed to get

my mother out of a coma."

Former marathoning great,
Father George Hibbert,

who has been coaching Ralph
Walker for the past few month

says that it is entirely
possible that the ninth grader

could win Boston.

Miracles happen every day.

Damn him.

Thanks.

You're wasting energy.

Sit down.

Father Hibbert,
when did you get here?

Just now.

You think I'd miss
the greatest upset

in Boston Marathon history?

Sit.

What about Father Fitzpatrick?

Yes, well, we'll
worry about him later.

You ready?

Mostly.

You have faith you can win?

I do.

But I'm still not
pure and I can't pray.

Well, if you
promise not to take

the lead until at
least halfway, I

can solve your purity problem.

How?

Do you promise?

Yes.

And I mean at this time.

All right.

All I have to do is
hear your confession,

then I can absolve
you of your sins.

And guess who's pure?

Father Hibbert, why didn't
I think of that earlier?

I could have been
sinning all along.

That's not exactly in the
spirit of reconciliation.

Should we do it now?

No.

Let's wait until the
last moment possible.

Who knows what sins of thought
might go through my head.

But there's still praying.

I can't do it.

For myself, in times
of greatest stress

I've always been able to pray.

So I wouldn't worry about it.

Most marathoners will
tell you, around mile

20 they start praying for any
type of help they can get.

[MUSIC - GORD DOWNIE,
"HALLELUJAH"] I've heard

there was a secret chord David
played and it pleased the Lord.

But you don't really
care for music do you?

It goes like this:
the forth, the fifth.

The minor fall and
the major lift.

The baffled king composing

Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

Your faith was strong
but you needed proof.

You saw her bathing on the roof.

Her beauty and the
moonlight overthrew you.

She tied you to a kitchen chair.

She broke your throne
and she cut your hair.

And from your lips she
drew the Hallelujah.

Welcome to the 53rd
running of the Boston

Marathon, one of the world's
most prestigious foot races.

ANNOUNCER: Our field
is strong this year

and, given the current
cool conditions,

ripe for a fast time.

[MUSIC - GORD DOWNIE,
"HALLELUJAH"]

Say I took the name in vain.

I don't even know the name.

If I did really
what's it to you?

There was a blaze of
light in every word.

It doesn't matter
which you heard.

The holy or the
broken Hallelujah.

ANNOUNCER: I repeat.

The race is underway.

[applause]

ANNOUNCER: Five miles
there's a large group

of 20 or so runners.

In there are all the favorites,
including the great John

Bannon, the defending
champ, "The Fin" John

Halverson, Russ
Fox from Maryland,

Edward Krogan from California--

[feedback]

[clearing throat]

Excuse me for
the interruption,

but this is a special broadcast
of the Boston Marathon

in which one of our students,
Ralph Walker, hopes to win.

I, for one, think he'll do it.

He won Around the Bay
and there's no reason why

he can't do the same in Boston.

What's going on Ms. Robbie?

[knocking]

Who's in there?

Open this door.

[knocking]
Open up.

Who's in there?

Open up.

[knocking]

Open up.

[knocking]

I'm not coming out.

I knew he was the forger.

Mr. Jones, open up
this door immediately.

ANNOUNCER: It's early
in the game still.

There are 10 runners
tightly bunched.

The winner will surely
come from this group.

There are all the usual suspects
and one surprising addition.

Runner 157.

Let me see.

Ralph Walker from Canada.

Age fourt-- 14.

It's almost inconceivable that
a kid could win this thing,

but give the lad
credit for gumption

and hanging in this long.

The runners are just
approaching the first water

station on West Central.

We're eight miles into
this thing, folks,

and Bannon is leading,
not surprising.

Closely followed by Fox and
Monahan and this kid Walker.

The sun has come out again.

[knocking]

FATHER FITZPATRICK: Mr. Jones!

[gasps]

It's no use.

The PA room used to
be the school safe.

You'd have to dynamite it open.

Don't tempt me.

Get it open.

ANNOUNCER: They're
approaching 11 miles

and are about to round
the [inaudible] town

common with Bannon in the lead.

Halverson and Monahan are
still very much in the race,

as is Ralph Walker.

You look fantastic.

Be patient.

Be patient.

Stay exactly where you are.

ANNOUNCER: You
heard right, folks.

I can't believe it either.

Ralph Walker is running
with the leaders.

The youngest previous winner
in the history of this race

was Edna Dave.
He was 20-years old.

The weather has cleared,
but rain still threatens.

The pack continues to
remain tightly bunched

and there's plenty of
jostling for position.

I just got word that Fox has
bumped Walker in an attempt

to get to the lead.

The kid was hit hard, but
his surge back and is now

trying to put some
distance between himself

and the rest of the field.

Bannon needs to go with him.

We're too far into this race
for anyone to be pretending.

Ralph Walker is
definitely a threat.

He wasn't on anyone's
radar before the race

and he's leading
the Boston Marathon.

A 14-year-old is leading
the Boston Marathon.

Bannon is closing the gap
and is now back with Walker.

Fox has dropped off and
appears done, as has Monahan.

Folks, it's down to
two as we approach

Heartbreak Hill at 19 miles.

This is the spot that Bannon
made his move last year.

It looks like Bannon is moving.

I just got a report
that his head is down

and he's starting to press.

Bannon is looking very strong
and Walker is now struggling.

This could be the race.

Walker is definitely in trouble.

Bannon is pressing.

Hail Mary full of grace.

Don't red line.

MAN: You can do it, Ralph.

You can do it, Ralph.

You can do it.

It will be a miracle.

Run, Walker.

Run!

Run!

Run!

ANNOUNCER: Wait.

It appears that Walker's
not quite finished.

Incredibly, he's coming back.

Folks, I can't believe it.

Walker's with Bannon again and
now they're through the hills.

We only have two miles
left and Walker and Bannon

are matched step for step.

Reports are the two
runners look exhausted

but are not slowing down.

That last mile was
an incredible 5:22.

They're coming up
Coolidge Corner.

The crowds are increasing
as we approach the finish.

And Walker is pulling again.

He's not backing down one bit
from the great John Bannon.

And they are rounding
the final corner.

Here we go, folks.

365 yards to go and we're
dead even on the 26th mile.

Who would believe it?
- Run, little bastard.

Run.

ANNOUNCER: The kids has got
legs, but can he hold on?

This just might be the closest
Boston finish in history.

Walker and Bannon step for step.

[inaudible]

The crowds are going crazy.

The noise is deafening.

They've been waiting
hours for this.

Walker surges.

Walker surges.

He has a hard step on Bannon.

No, Bannon enters.

They're dead even again and
neither one is breaking.

Bannon is giving
everything he's got

and Walker is still
not letting up.

100 yards to go.

And Walker has now
taken the lead.

They're closing on
the finish line.

Win it.

ANNOUNCER: Coming down the
Crick, ladies and gentlemen.

Who would believe it?

Bannon's never been
tested like this before.

50 yards to go.

Bannon now slightly ahead.

Does Walker have one last surge?

Walker giving it
everything he has.

Both runners appear
utterly drained,

but they are sprinting, willing
themselves to the finish line.

This is now a battle of wills.

Sheer determination.

[MUSIC - GORD DOWNIE,
"HALLELUJAH"] And

remember when I moved in you.

The holy dove was moving too.

And every breath we
drew was Hallelujah.

ANNOUNCER: Bannon's
starting to move.

Bannon is starting to move.

Walker's got to go now if
he has any hope of winning.

Bannon still has the lead and is
driving furiously for the line.

And John Bannon wins Boston.

John Bannon wins
the Boston Marathon.

The 1953 champion repeats
in spectacular fashion.

The laurel wreath is his.

It took 26 miles to decide it,
but we finally have a winner.

Oh my goodness.

I can't remember a
marathon ever coming

down to the wire like this.

You have just been a
part of sporting history.

[music playing]

[MUSIC - GORD DOWNIE,
"HALLELUJAH"] Did my best,

it wasn't much.

Couldn't feel, so
I tried to touch.

I've told the truth.

I didn't come to fool you.

And even though
it all went wrong,

I'll stand before
the Lord of song

with nothing on my
tongue but Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

[music playing]

You did us all proud.

I lost.

You made us feel like we
were all part of something big.

That doesn't happen every day.

I believed I was going to win.

[music playing]

[clapping]

[cheering]

Ralph walker defied
me and you defied me.

Well, he followed his heart.

ALL: Walker!

Walker!

Walker!

Walker!

Walker!

[applause]

I spoke to the
press this morning

about your instrumental
role in Mr.

Walker's marathoning success.

Probably wouldn't
look too good if I

had to turn around and tell
then you kicked St. Magnus'

most famous student out.

No.

Probably not.

[music playing]

I think he may
still need my prayers.

We all do, Father.

We all do.

I still can't believe
you actually did it.

Me either.

I never thought I'd
have a suspension

on my permanent record.

Are you all right?

Somehow I think it all mostly
worked out, even though my mom

didn't come out of her coma.

My mom says we
could adopt you.

I'm too old to be
adopted, Chester.

Yeah.

I suppose we all
eventually pass that point.

Thanks, Chester.

You're welcome.

[MUSIC - JOEL
PLASKETT EMERGENCY,

"YOU CAME ALONG"]
Everything felt

wrong until you came along.

Until you came along.

Until you came along.

Until you came along.

Until you came along.

I'm going straight
to hell because of you.

Sorry.

We could--

I'm kidding.

Necking is a venial
sin, not a mortal one.

God works in mysterious ways.

He does.

[music playing]

[bell rings]

Father Hibbert.

Mr. Walker.

I was wondering
what you're running

plans are for the future?

Well, what are
your coaching plans?

That depends.

Well, the Olympics
are next year

and I suppose I
intent to win them.

If we're not chasing after
miracles, what's the point, eh?

I couldn't agree
with you more.

[music playing]

Ralph?

[music playing]

[bell chimes]

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