All language subtitles for The.Keys.of.the.Kingdom.1944

Good afternoon, Monsignor.
Good afternoon, Father.

How long have you been here in
Tweedside, Father Chisholm?

Twelve months.
Ah, yes, I remember now.

It was your particular wish
to return to your native parish.

This is also the native parish
of His Grace, the bishop.

I'm aware that Bishop Mealey
shares with you...

the... distinction
of having been born here.

What age are you now, Father?

Now, no older than Angus Mealey.

No doubt, but life has treated
you somewhat differently.

To be brief,

the bishop and I both have
the feeling that your...

long and faithful years
should now be recompensed,

that you should, uh, retire.

But I have no wish to retire.

I'm sure you will understand that this has
been a somewhat painful experience for me-

this week of investigation.

I find that I must point out to His Grace...

certain, uh,

peculiarities in the
administration of your parish...

which he can scarcely overlook.

Peculiarities? Some of your
sermons, the advice you give,

your approach to...
certain points of doctrine.

Still peculiar after so many years.

Here is a remark that you made in Holy Week.

“All atheists are not godless men.

I knew one who I hope
may now be in heaven.”

But he was a peculiar atheist.

And then, “The good Christian is a good man,

but I found that the Confucianist
usually has a better sense of humor.”

When Mrs. Glendenning,
one of your best parishioners,

who naturally cannot help
her extreme stoutness,

came to you for spiritual guidance,
you looked at her and said,

“Eat less. The gates
of paradise are narrow.”

I'm afraid that you have lost
your command of souls, Father.

I have no wish to command anyone's soul.

Naturally, I don't presume to be your judge.

I can only submit my
findings to His Grace...

for his consideration in
reaching a final decision.

Now, if you don't mind,
Father, I will go to my room.

I shall be leaving the first
thing in the morning,

and I have work still to do.

Uh, would you-would you be
good enough to remind Angus-

His Grace, I mean-
that we were boys together?

The bishop has not forgotten.

He spoke about it only last week.

Well, mention it to him again, will you?
Of course.

I- I shouldn't like to leave
here, if it could be helped.

Naturally.
Good night.

This is my native parish, you know.

Good night, Father.

“Francis Chisholm-
his journal.

“1878.

“Nothing could have been more remote
from the life I have lived...

“than the beginning of it.

“My father was a master fisherman
in the little village of Tweedside,

“the finest, the most honorable
man / have ever known.

“He was a Catholic, as / was.

“My mother was a Protestant.

“The words, as / write them, seem divided,

“but never were three souls more nearly one,

“never were three hearts as happy
and as filled with love...

as ours for each other. ”

We're having company for
supper tonight, remember.

Polly's coming up from Tynecastle,
and she's bringing Nora.

- Nora?
- What's wrong with Nora, lad?

She's a girl.

A very proper objection, but you'll
have to learn tolerance, laddie.

Women can't help it that they're not men.

Alex, I wish you'd let one of the
other men take the accounts to town.

There be trouble again.

Last week I knocked their heads together,

and this week I'll do the
same if they cross me.

To please me, Alex.

Like as not, they'll not say a
word, one way or the other.

I'll be back for supper.

Good-bye, son.
Good-bye, sir.

What is there to fear in the town, Mother?

I'm sorry, Francie.
What did you say?

I said, what is there to fear in the town?

You and your father are Catholics, son.

Some people fear Catholics.

Some people hate them.

It's coming down.
Aye, it is.

Well, good night, Mac. Good night,
and mind what I tell you, me lad.

Be careful. I'll be all right.
Don't you worry.

There goes that dirty papist!

We told you Roman scum
to stay away from this town!

It's the storm that's keeping him.

I can't stand it any longer, Polly.

I'm going with you.
No, Francie.

You stay here.

Go with her, son.
She may need you.

Thank you, Nora.

Francie. Francie!

I don't want anything to happen to him.

Hold on to me, Alex.
We'll make it home.

Carefully.

Careful!

The water!
It's filled my boot!

Alex!

Help yourself. Go away. No!

No! No!
Let go! Let go!

No! No!

Mother! Father!

Go into the house, Nora.

I don't want to go in just yet.

Let me stay with you.

No, please, Nora.

“Although I was not related by blood...

“to either Polly,
her brother Ned or Nora-

“they were distant cousins
of my father-

“they took me to live with them
in Tynecastie.

“Their kindness and affection once
more filled me with happiness,

“and, as the years went by /
became increasingly satisfied...

“with the fact that Nora was a girt.

“My return to college after each vacation...

became an increasingly difficult
parting for both of us. ”

Well, Francis, I'm glad you finally arrived.

People were beginning to think
Willie was here to see me off.

I am, in a way.
I want to be sure you go.

Francis, are you sure you have the tickets?
Hello, Willie. Hello, Angus.

You and Francis better get aboard.

First thing you know, we'll be standing
here talking, and you'll miss the train.

And so
it's good-bye again.

But it'll be Christmas before
we know it, and I'll be here.

And go away again.
For the last time ever.

I'll be graduated in June.

Angus is going on from
Holywell to the seminary.

I'll wish him the best of
luck and come home to you.

And then-
And then?

What is it?
Nothing.

Tell me.

You won't come home to me. Nora!

If you do, you'll go away again
to the seminary with Angus.

Please. You're going to
become a priest, Francis.

Why won't you get that out of your mind?

I can't, any more than you can. I love you.

And you love Polly too.
Of course I do, but-

She just lives for the day
you become a priest.

It's all she talks about and
dreams about and prays for.

It's the reason you went to school
with Angus instead of Willie,

because Holywell is a Catholic college.

I'm sure Aunt Polly would be very
happy if I were to become a priest.

In fact, I know she would.
But there isn't a chance of it.

How could there be when I
feel about you the way I do?

How strong will your feelings be when they come
up against what Polly wants more than anything?

She's had her way with you. She's wrapped
you around her finger since I can remember.

You're not being very fair to her, are you?

No, I suppose not.

Well, why don't you just wait and see?

I'll try.

But sometimes I get so afraid...

and so lonely.

Francis!

Francie.

Francis, how could you wait until the
last second to say good-bye to me...

when there's so much I had to say to you?

I'm sorry, Aunt Polly, but there was
a lot I had to say to Nora too.

It's been wonderful to be home.
Take care of yourself.

Write to me often and study hard.
Of course I will.

Francis! You've got the tickets. Come on.
Be right with you, Angus.

Good-bye, Ned. Thanks for everything.
Take good care of Aunt Polly.

I'll do that.
Good-bye, Willie.

Good luck on your med
studies, and write to me.

Francie, you'll get the next
heart I dissect as a valentine.

Good-bye, dear.

Well, now, I'm not going off
to the salt mines in Siberia.

Good-bye, Nora.
Good-bye, Francis.

Come on. The train will be starting in
just a minute. You'll miss the train.

Is everything there, Angus? Yes.

Let me know if you want
anything, Francis! Good-bye!

Bye, Nora. Bye, Aunt Polly. Bye, Ned.

Bye.
Have a nice trip.

Bye! Wait a minute. I forgot
my present for Angus.

Something for those cold nights at Holywell.

Are you sure you can part with it?

I wouldn't want to deprive
you of your only comfort.

Well, I never thought I'd live to see a Scotsman
throw a bottle of whiskey out a window.

And another one to stand there
and let him do it.

But there was a third Scotsman
there to catch it!

Well, this is a sort of
an empty moment, isn't it?

I don't think I'll ever get used
to not having Francie around.

It'll be a good thing that
next year he's home to stay.

I wouldn't be so sure of that.

Francis may decide to go on
to the seminary after all.

And why not?
He's a fine boy.

It's a fine church.

“My studies prevented me from
returning home for Christmas...

“as / had planned.

“As always, it was necessary for me to
work twice as hard as the next man...

“to accomplish as much.

And so,
another summer had come. ”

Come in.

Chisholm, what explanation have
you to offer for your conduct?

- Have I done something wrong, Father?
- Something unforgivable.

You-I've forgotten what,
exactly.

Merely an additional example of what seems
to be a general mental disobedience in you.

Just what was it specifically, Father?

During my instruction, I referred to
the one true and epistolic religion.

He saw fit to question
this description. Well?

My question was meant as a question, Father.

I asked whether God set
an exclusive value on creed,

since it was such an accident of birth.

The answer to your question is yes.

Have you done any fishing lately?

I've been thinking I might
try the Glebe Pool, sir.

There's a big one there. There's
nothing in the Glebe Pool.

There's a big one there now, sir.
Oh! Imaginary.

- If you've no further need of me, Father-
- Thank you, Father.

Sit down, Francis.

Sit down.

You'll be out of here in another term.

Isn't it about time you made
up your mind about the future?

Yes, I've tried to, sir. I
think of it all the time.

I've been appointed a rector of our San
Juan seminary in Spain beginning next year.

You'll be leaving Holywell? Yes.

I'd hoped that we might
meet at San Juan next fall.

I think you'd make a good priest.
Thank you, Father. I-

You seem confused, lad. You've
got worries eating at you.

Would it help to talk them out?
Oh, it's just that I-

Well, I know there's
a vocation for me, Father,

but I don't know where to find it.

I can't go on letting
Polly and Ned support me.

How can I ever repay them for
what they've done already?

I'd be no help about the tavern.

Besides, it's almost a year since I've
been home, since last summer's vacation.

In all that time, so little
word from any of them.

And now a letter from Polly...

asking me not to come home this year.

She doesn't say why. Just that it's
best, and she begs me not to come.

I feel there's something
wrong, that I ought to help.

I'm sure that if help is
needed and you can help,

there's none they'd rather
ask for than yours.

How can I be expected to
stay away without a reason?

You cannot say that there is not a reason.

I had my heart set
on never leaving Holywell.

You had yours set on going home.

What do you say?

Shall we both agree to let
Almighty God have his way?

Hmm?

You're in love with Nora,
aren't you, Francis?

You say you actually saw that fish?
Oh, yes, Father, I did.

Well, then why aren't we after him?
Eh? Before he's gone.

Here. Here's a rod.
Yes, Father.

There.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Thank you.

Keep its head up, MacNabb.
Up. Up!

Ah, careful!
Careful now.

Ooh! Watch him, lad.
Watch him.

Watch him! Oh. Oh, MacNabb.
You got him, Father.

MacNabb, what a bonny, bonny fisher you are!

Oh! Get your net, boy. Get your net.
Don't worry, Father.

Here he comes, lad.
Get him before he's lost!

You know, I wouldn't object
to your eating so little...

if it didn't emphasize
the fact that I ate so much.

It was fine of the Lord, / think, to put
all the little fishies in the brooks...

and to send me here to catch them.

It's a lonely sound, that.

When I was a homesick lad
and heard it in the night,

I'd imagine it was the cry of a lost
soul speeding through eternity.

My imaginings are less spiritual, Father.

To me it's the Southern Express,
the only thing I have of home.

It whistles for me, and tomorrow
night it will whistle for them.

Please understand, Father. I've got
to go home. I do understand, Francis.

If only Nora would write,
if only she-

You know, she objected bitterly
to my coming back to Holywell.

She thinks that I-
Yes, yes, I know.

I- Sit down
a moment, Francis.

I've got something to tell you.

You've got bad news. Is it about Nora? Aye.

Why wasn't I told? Because
it wasn't easy to tell.

Sit down, lad.

How long is it since you've seen Nora?

It's been over a year now.
I've told you.

You told me she quarreled with you then...

because she thought you were being
made a priest here despite yourself.

She knew in her heart that that wasn't so.

I have no way of knowing what was
in Nora's heart, but it seems that,

after you left, she-

Have any of your friends
written to you about her?

I have only one friend, Willie Tulloch.
He's been away at medical school.

Yes, he's at home now. At home?

Aye, looking after her. But-

Nora changed a great deal, Francis,
and all to the bad, I'm afraid.

She became increasingly bitter,

even with those who loved her most.

There seemed little she cared
about-her own character least of all.

Until fmally-
Father.

What is it you're trying to say?
What's happened?

A baby was born to her some six weeks ago.
A little girl.

She alone knows who the father is.

She will not say.

She's desperately ill.

But it was her express wish that
you were not to be sent for.

I've often wished that I
were a wiser man than I am,

but never so much as now.

I cannot tell you to do anything...

except what is in your own heart to do.

You can still catch that train, Francis.

Good-bye, Father.

God bless you, lad.

Willie.

How is she?
Francie, Nora is dead.

It would be easier if you didn't go up now.

Come on.
Let's walk a bit, huh?

Willie.
Yes, Francie?

Amen

“it would be pleasurable to record...

“that / became an immediate
success as a priest.

“Alas, the facts were quite otherwise.

Failed dismally in my first two curacies.

“There seemed to be little promise of success
in my next- or ever, for that matter.

“When one day there came
a summons from the new bishop-

the new bishop and my guardian
angel of old, Hamish MacNabb. ”

Francis, it does my old eyes good...

to see a priest so manifestly
unprosperous as you.

I walked most of the way in the rain.
I'm afraid I got a little wet.

Too rebellious even to use an umbrella, eh?

Go over to the fire.
I'll get you something warm.

I'm not yet properly
accustomed to my new dignity.

I ought to ring and command
some of the fine vintages...

used by all the bishops one reads about.

This is only whiskey.

But then we're only Scotsmen, huh?

But don't look so scared.
Sit down.

Thank you.
Sit down.

Under these bishop's robes there
still beats the heart of MacNabb,

the master fisherman.

Remember?

Well, here-
here's to us.

You've had a pretty thin time
of it, haven't you, Francis?

“Thin's” the kindest possible
word for it, Your Lordship.

Failure might be closer to the facts.

Hmm.
Well, now, let's see.

You've had two curacies since Holywell.

At the first, Shalesley, you insisted
upon establishing a dance hall.

It was a recreation center, Your Lordship.
There was a desperate need of it.

If you could have seen the poverty
and destitution of those people.

At any rate, there was a
rather serious disagreement...

between you and your superior.

You were then transferred to
Tynecastle, to your home.

There, your closest personal
association was with an atheist.

Willie Tulloch. He's a doctor now, as
his father was when he saved my life.

Willie's my oldest and dearest friend and
one of the kindest men I've ever known.

Atheists have reason to be kind.

Then Father Fitzgerald.

He found you argumentative and frequently
guilty of unorthodox doctrine.

Nothing I did seemed pleasing to him.
Just to Almighty God, eh?

Certainly, he cannot be too pleased with me.

In our Father's house,
there's so many mansions.

Surely there's room for me.

I've tried so hard, believe me,

and failed so miserably.

Am I so ill-equipped to give
what's in my heart to give?

It's strange.

When I was a little boy, I imagined it was
not in the least difficult to be a priest,

that they were all infallibly perfect.

And now you've discovered how
frighteningly human we are. Hmm?

To me you have never been a failure,

and I think you never will be.

Well, thank you, Your Lordship.

But don't ask me why.
I'm sure I couldn't say.

Perhaps because I've always been
partial to the stray cat...

who comes stalking down the aisle...

when everyone is yawning their
heads off at a dull sermon.

You're like that cat, in a way.

I haven't been able to take me eyes off you.

And I can't help thinking you're
in the church, not by chance,

but for a reason.

You can do with some cheering up, so
I'll risk giving you a swelled head.

You've got inquisitiveness and tenderness.

You're sensible of the difference
between thinking and doubting.

You feel an excitement about your work...

that'll keep it from ever becoming routine.

You'll never become what I call
“an ecclesiastic mechanic.”

No. I don't want ye
ever to change.

You understand, of course.

I say these nice things to you...

because I want you to do something for me.

You've made it impossible for me to say
anything but “yes,” Your Lordship.

That's why I've been made a bishop.

Now, this will call for
great personal sacrifice.

It will mean a long period of training...

in language, customs, procedure.

It'll not be an easy life.
No, nor a safe one.

But I believe sincerely
it is the life for you.

The Society for the
Propagation of the Faith...

has asked me to supply
a volunteer missionary...

for China.

Will you go?
China?

It'll mean leaving far behind you
everything that is near to you now-

your home, your friends,
Aunt Polly-

Judy.
Judy?

Yes.
Nora's little girl.

She means a great deal to me. Of course.

I'll be happy to go, Your Lordship.
I knew you would.

And you'll be a credit to both of us.

Come to see me again before you leave.
We'll pray for ye.

Thank you, Your Lordship.

Oh, Francis?

Take this with you. It's
a good thing to have.

You never know when it's going to rain.

“How different from the China of today...

“was the country to which
/ came so many years ago.

“Exploited and abandoned
by the wodd around her,

“starving and struggling to realize
what was then just a hope, a dream-

“unity and dignity and a place in the sun.

“And so I came to China,
to the province of Chekhow,

“a thousand mites from the sea,

to my mission
in the city of Pai Tan. ”

I, uh-I assume
you've come to meet me.

Yes, Father. I'm Hosannah
Wong, your beloved catechist.

And this is my Christian wife, Philomena.
How do you do?

We have bearers and a
chair, if Father is ready.

Well, how nice. It's such a lovely day.
I'd rather walk.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you.

My-My trunk
is on board.

Shall we go?

Well, why are we stopping here?

Surely the mission cannot be far now.
Here, Father, is the mission.

Why has this taken place?

The work of the devil, Father.

It was a beautiful mission and cost much,

but the good father who is gone
place it too near the river,

and the devil sent much wicked rain.

Where are the people of the congregation?
Why have they done nothing to rebuild?

Father must realize that for almost
one year now, we get no cash.

Cash?

You mean you were
given money? Why?

To buy rice, Father. How else
could we bring new members?

But among the 400 communicants
listed on the books,

surely there must have been
many true Christians.

If you mean those who believe
without rice, yes, there were many.

But as we told you, Father, they went far
into the hills to the Christian village.

- And those who have remained?
- Their faith left them when the rice gave out.

And... you?

As soon as Father restores our lawful
stipend of 15 taels per month,

he will find us as useful as ever.

And for that, we include
the serving of Mass.

Then I think you should know
that I cannot pay you any money.

I should warn you that I understand
almost everything you say.

Also, I know what rice-Christians are.
I have no interest in them whatever.

Perhaps Father needs to understand
more than the language of Pai Tan.

There is much animosity lately
against the foreigners,

particularly if they are without money.

It would be wise for Father to
ha ve two friends of influence.

Without them it might be
that harm could come to him.

“White the ruined stable was
suitable for my living quarters,

“it was not likely to attract many converts.

“Accordingly, I used part
of my meager funds...

to rent a small room
in the city. ”

“Right Reverend Hamish MacNabb,
bishop of Tynecastle.

“My Lord,

“truly this is a most difficult task,

“but there must be a way along
which to carry God's grace...

“to even these, his most unhappy creatures.

“If I do not find the way,

“it will be only because
I have failed again.

“I can promise you only that I will
search for it to the end of my days.

“I've lived this far in failure.

“If I am to die in it,

then I want it to be here,
where only God and I will know.”

Who's there?

Who are you?
I am Joseph.

Joseph?
Yes, Father.

When I was born,
I was called Ta-ming.

When I became a Christian, I demanded
the name of Joseph at my baptism.

Where were you baptized? Here,
in this village, Father.

Strange I've not seen you before now.

When the other father left, there
were many Christian families...

who traveled to the
Christian village of Liu.

My family was among these.
Why have you returned?

Word came to us that you were here.

With my father's permission, I left at once.

Oh? Well, come in.

Come in.

- Here. Let me help you.
- I can manage, Father.

You seem exhausted.
I'm a little tired.

I have walked for five days and four nights.

Well, sit down, Joseph. Thank you.

Sit down.

Surely this miserable stable
cannot be where Father lives.

Well, those in Bethlehem
were no better than this.

You'll see, Father. Together we will
build a chapel again and a house.

I can make bricks, and speak
many dialects, and cook,

and help with the school,
and care for the grounds.

I am a most useful man. I
cannot pay you any money.

I have not asked Father for money.

I want to serve you because
there is work to be done...

and I'm a Christian.

I- I've been alone
for so long.

Perhaps without knowing it, my
faith and trust have been shaken.

Will you forgive me, Joseph?

In the basket, I have some melon...

and some ducks and several dozen of
eggs which I gathered along the way.

Gathered? Oh, you mean, they were
just growing wild, like flowers.

They were alone,
with no one to watch over them.

I could not find it in my
heart to leave them forsaken.

I see you have a fine
missionary instinct, Joseph.

We must teach you not to apply
it to other people's property.

I brought some tea, also, from home.

Would Father welcome a cup?

A cup of tea.

You make me feel very humble indeed.

I have so little that I can share with you.

Father can share with me
his privilege to work for God.

Medicines!
Bandages! Iodine!

“Castor oil” Is it to rub on, Father?

No, no.
That's to drink.

Joseph!

Not bad. Have some, Father? No, thanks.
I'm not thirsty.

I think you should know, at the sight
of blood, I faint like a woman.

Willie Tulloch.

“Your Holiness.”

“It's amazing how religious you can make
a man feel by fixing his bellyache.

“I'm sending all my secrets
and a book of instructions.

“Cure what you can and kill what you can't.

“Willie Tulloch,
M.D. and heathen.

“P.S. For practicing without a license,
I shall, of course, report you...

“to the British Medical Society, the
pope and my Chinese laundryman.

Willie.”

Joseph! Joseph.

Yes, Father.

Let me remind you again, Joseph,

that conversion is accomplished
through faith and not kidnapping.

Besides, after studying for three weeks, I
do not feel up to replacing a human eye.

Perhaps you could pretend to cure me
of a broken arm. I could advertise it.

No!

Father is right.
That would be dishonest.

Perhaps if I really
broke my arm-

I appreciate the lengths to which
you're willing to go, Joseph,

but we have need of both
your arms as they are.

I cannot say, however, that
the outlook is encouraging.

A patient. You drag 'em in,
Father, and I'll lock the door.

Come right in, mother.

That's a bad cough.

Just a moment.
Just a moment.

Now, if you'll just drink this down.

Is she speaking Chinese?
It's Cantonese.

She said the medicine was very
good, and she enjoyed it.

Well, tell her she's very welcome.

However, she did not come here for herself,
but on account of her granddaughter.

Then why did she take the medicine?

Because she did not wish
to offend you, Father.

I appreciate her delicacy.

Does she know what's wrong with the child?

There is nothing the matter with this
child that our medicine can help.

Her trouble seems to be
that she is a female.

Well, she has that in common
with all little girls.

The old woman is going to die very soon,

and she wants your sacred promise
that you will care for the girl.

Are there no other relatives? None.

She said that if you don't take her,
she will be abandoned and alone.

Oh, surely there's someone
who'll care for her.

Why, she's just a baby. A female baby.
No one would want her.

I have told her how much we regret
that we cannot accept the child.

Well, you shouldn't have, Joseph.

It's a dream I've cherished
ever since I arrived here:

A school at the mission for children.

But there is no mission, Father,
and barely home enough for us.

Someday the sisters
are going to come-

teach 'em their letters and their
catechism... and how to play.

Joseph, tell her that-

tell her that we'll watch over
her granddaughter.

Oh, no, please don't do that.

Oh, please-Joseph, make them get up.
Make them stop.

Tell them they're very welcome,
but, please, to stop.

Please pardon my intrusion. Come in, please.

Thank you. I am here at the bidding
of my cousin, the Mandarin, Mr. Chia.

You will recall him. Yes, we were fellow
passengers on the boat when I arrived.

I've not had the honor of seeing him since.

He has not been unaware
of your presence in Pai Tan.

I am to ask whether you will accompany
me to his house. May I ask why?

His only son, Chia Yu, lies sick unto death.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

My cousin asks that you bring
with you all of your... remedies.

Can you tell me what his illness is?

In playing, the boy scratched his thumb...
upon no one knows what.

As a consequence, his five
elements have been disturbed.

His body burns and grows thin.

The lower humors have
gained an ascendency...

and flowed entirely into one arm,
distending it and leaving it blue.

It sounds like a very bad infection.
Has it been treated?

Three physicians and a Taoist
priest are in constant attendance.

- Sacred herbs have been applied.
- You must understand that I'm not a trained physician.

I- I treat only
the most simple disturbances.

Shen-fu said that he'd come here to do good,
and that his blessings were for all alike.

That's true.

My cousin asks only that you
bring whatever blessings...

and do whatever good you can.

To the physician and priest already there,
you will be a foreign intruder, Father.

I know. If anything should happen,

the responsibility will not be theirs.
I know.

Chia Yu is an only son.
His father is a Mandarin.

His power is great and unquestioned.

Joseph, I want you to start praying to St.
Andrew the minute I leave.

Don't stop praying until I get back.

Oh, and, uh, take care of her. Yes, Father.

Thank you.

I'll want two basins, one of them
with boiling water and a cloth.

Don't be afraid.

St. Andrew.

If he should want nourishment, give him
a cup of warm soup and nothing else.

No treatments of any kind.

It is my cousin's wish
that we do as you say.

It's most unexpected that Shen-fu would
cut with a knife into the flesh of a boy.

There was nothing else to do. That
arm was filled with corruption.

If it hadn't been removed, it might've
spread throughout his whole body.

Let us hope that corruption can be
removed by cutting and squeezing.

Let us hope that everything will be well.
Well, of course. I-

Good-bye, Mr. Pao.

Good morning, Mr. Pao.
Good morning.

How's the boy? Shen-fu will
know that better than I.

Well.

You look just fine, Chia Yu.

Oh, I'll want the basin
and some hot water, please.

We can't be certain of anything, of course, but
there seems to be little to worry about now.

I'll stop in again this evening.
I have been instructed...

to thank you and to say it will not be
necessary for you to trouble yourself again.

Oh, it's no trouble at all, just a
simple matter of changing a dressing.

Even that will no longer
be required, thank you.

My cousin Mr. Chia regrets
having been incapable...

of expressing his gratitude in person.

His grief has been such that he
has chosen not to show it openly.

And now that his son will soon be well,

it is probable Mr. Chia will soon
present himself once more in public.

Good day.

Good day, Mr. Pao.

Dear Lord, let me have patience and
forbearance where now I have anger.

Give me humility, Lord. After all,
it was only thy merciful goodness...

and thy divine providence
that saved the boy.

But they are ungrateful, and you know it!

It will seem strange to the doll at first...

to have one leg almost as
big as she is altogether.

But like all women, she will soon be convinced
that she would not have it otherwise.

Have you given her a name? Anna.

“Anna” is your name, because you came
to us on the feast day of St. Anna.

But what will you call your doll?

Anna. You're becoming a
very obstinate little girl.

And besides, you eat too much.

We will call your doll
“Victoria.”

Doll Anna!

Joseph, you haven't won an argument yet.

This little female is a victim
of overeating, Father.

Well, is it possible we have
a Sunday afternoon visitor?

Oh, uh, come in, please.

Thank you. Eh, will you sit down?

May I take the liberty
of telling you who I am?

I know who you are,
Mr. Chia.

Now, may I sit down?
Yes, of course.

To speak of first things first, my
only son whose life you saved is well.

Last week he walked with me in the garden.

This week he is able to run with his friends
and play. I'm very happy to hear that.

For myself, there have been many matters
to attend, much business to settle.

But now-now I am here.

Uh, why are you here,
Mr. Chia?

Naturally, to become a Christian.

You mea-Have you come to
believe in Christianity?

In time, I will no doubt
accustom myself to it.

Christianity is not a habit, Mr. Chia.
Do you want to become a Christian?

I am here. Is it not therefore
apparent that such is my wish?

Not at all.
Why are you doing this?

You have done the greatest good for me.

I must now do the greatest good
I can for you.

If I as a Mandarin accepted
your Christian belief,

all of Pai Tan would follow...

as inevitabtyas the day follows the sun.
I'm sorry.

I'm sure that you mean well, Mr. Chia,
but you would not be doing good for me.

You do not believe, nor
do you desire to believe.

My acceptance of you
would be a forgery for God.

Do you mean, you reject me?

Yes, I mean precisely that.

And please, do not feel that I wish ever
to make any demands upon your gratitude.

You owe me nothing.

I regret that I am not acceptable.

I understand that this is
so because I am unworthy.

Nevertheless, perhaps there
will be some way in which I-

Go.

Father realized that he has
turned down a Mandarin.

Well, I see no difference between
buying a man's soul and...

taking it in exchange for services rendered.

It has occurred to me to ask: Has Shen-fu
ever looked or walked upon yonder hill?

Why, yes, often. It's the most
beautiful part of the countryside.

The property
is large in extent-

more than 60 mous.

It is called “the hill of
the brilliant green jade.”

It is mine.
Yes, I gathered as much.

I, uh, could not help but notice that the
grounds and buildings of your mission...

are in a disastrous condition.
We'll manage with God's help.

I would like to help, too, in my humble way.

I beg you to honor me by accepting
as the property of your church...

the hill of the brilliant green jade.
Mr. Chia!

With all land and water rights, and the rights
to the clay pit, without restraint, forever.

I beg further that you accept
the use of 20 of my workmen...

and the materials to accomplish fully
any building you may wish to carry out.

Are you serious?

If I were not, I would be unworthy
to look upon my son as his father.

The deeds and legal papers will
be delivered to you tomorrow.

Joseph! Joseph!

Joseph! Joseph!

Joseph!

Joseph! Joseph!

My soul doth magnify the Lord,

and my spirit doth
rejoice in God, my savior.

For he that is mighty
hath done great things to me,

and mighty is his name.

“Two years of planning and building...

“found my congregation flourishing
and my mission nearly completed-

except for the eagerly awaited
arrival of the sisters. ”

Take us to Father Chisholm, please.
I am Mother Maria-Veronica.

But-But you weren't expected
until tomorrow.

Well, uh, are we to trudge back
to that miserable ship and wait?

Please take us to Father Chisholm at once.

Well, I-
But I'm Father Chisholm.

I'm most distressed that you weren't met. I-

One might have supposed some welcome
at the end of 6,000 miles of travel.

Well, please understand. The letter
from Angu-from Monsignor Mealey...

said distinctly that you weren't
to arrive until the 19th.

That's tomorrow. May I present my
companions Sister Martha, Sister Clothilde.

How do you do? I can't tell you how sorry
I am that the plans went wrong. I-

Will Father have us shown to our quarters?
My companions are sadly in need of rest.

Oh, but y-

Certainly.

L-lf you'll follow me,
please.

This is our schoolroom.

And this is to be your house. I
planned it so when we were building.

Oh, it's lovely.
It's very nice indeed.

Truly a job of work keeping it clean.
You'll have lots of help.

The Christian women have been looking
forward to you almost as much as I have.

May I, please?

Reverend Mother,
I-I planned it-

Well, I thought perhaps we could
all dine together tonight,

by way of a special occasion.

Thank you, but I think not.

If we could be spared some milk and
fruit after we've rested properly,

we shall be fit for work tomorrow.
Could I send you nothing else?

Nothing, thank you.

Mei-li, Mei-li.

You go inside and do what you can to help.

It's... the 19th.

It says so very definitely, the 19th.

Well, today's the 18th.
Tomorrow's the 19th.

Come in.

Did you send the fruit
and milk to the sisters?

Many hours ago, Father.

A half-cooked pheasant is of little good
either to himself or to anyone else.

What shall we do with them? Do with them?

Joseph, have one of the women take
this in to Mother Maria-Veronica.

Say that-Say that
I'd like her to see it.

Reverend Mother is in the schoolroom.
At this hour? Are you sure?

I saw her go in. She was carrying
a leather case for writing.

Oh. Well, I'll take it
in to her myself.

Joseph, will the pheasants
keep until tomorrow night?

They are in no condition
to run away, Father.

Good evening, Reverend Mother.
Good evening, Father.

Oh, please, sit down, sit down.
My supply of ink was gone.

I imagined I would find some here.

Oh, does our little schoolroom please you?
It seems excellent.

There'll be 20 children
here tomorrow morning.

I'm looking forward to meeting them.
We have a fine dispensary.

I've been hoping that you'll
find time to assist me with it.

If you will let me know the
dispensary hours, I shall be there.

I haven't much medical knowledge,

but we've achieved the most
amazing results with simple-

- What a beautiful photograph. Did
you take this yourself? - No.

But you've been there? Yes. It
is Sch/oss Anheim in Austria.

Schlock Anaheim. Oh, I'm sure I've heard that
name. It sounds historic. Is it near your home?

Yes. Quite near.
Hmm.

How different it must be from my
own home-uh, from Tynecastle.

Oh, I don't mean just geographically,
but living in all its aspects.

For instance, the idea of a ruling class-

of a rigid discrimination
between an aristocracy-

Father Chisholm, I'm sure you
understand how earnestly...

Sisters Clothilde, Martha and I desire
to work for the success of this mission.

You only have to mention your
wishes, and we shall do all we can.

At the same time-At the same time, I trust you
will afford us a certain freedom of action.

Oh, what do you mean?

As you know, our order
is partly contemplative.

We should like to enjoy
as much privacy as possible-

uh, take our meals alone, maintain
a separate establishment.

Nothing else was ever intended. Naturally,
your little house will be your convent.

Then you will permit me to manage
all of our convent affairs.

Oh, by all means.

Only, uh, be careful about money.
We are very poor.

Our order has made itself
responsible for our support.

We shall not require financial assistance.

No? Doesn't your order
enforce holy poverty?

Holy poverty, Father Chisholm,
does not require me to beg.

I'll send you a note of the dispensary
hours and of the church services.

Good evening, Reverend Mother.

He has just been here...

to see me, our peasant priest,

dripping with good fellowship
and very careful of his manner.

His boots, however, were not much cleaner...

than they were this morning.

Of course, Mother, you will know...

that every word I write
is a sin against God,

but I cannot help myself.

I dread the future,

shut up in this isolated spot,

dedicated to serve certainly the
lowliest subjects of God's kingdom...

and dedicated to a belief in their
equality with me before God.

I wanted it so.

I have it so.

“As the weeks passed,

“my disappointment at being unable to win
the friendship of our Re veered Mother...

“was lost in my growing
admiration for her efficiency,

“and the manner in which the mission
prospered through her efforts...

and those of her associates. ”

Good morning, Ah.
Good morning.

“Our Father, who art in heaven,

“hallowed be thy name.

“Thy kingdom come, they will be done...

“on earth as it is in heaven.

“Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses.

All right, Mei-fey.

That's all for today.
Come back tomorrow, hmm?

Thank you, Father.
There.

Yes, come in.

We are here, Mumu.

Oh, yes. Uh, have you brought your things?

Yes.

Our few humble possessions.

Then go to the small house. Sister
Martha will show you your quarters.

Thank you, Mumu.

- Is that the couple you hired?
- Yes.

I've had dealings with them. I
know them well, to my misfortune.

And theirs, too, apparently. They've
described the incident to me.

I'd hardly call it an incident. To put it
charitably, they're far from reliable characters.

I find very little charity in the way you put
it, and even less of Christian forgiveness.

I would fail in my responsibility
toward the mission and you if-

You have no responsibility toward me.

If I did not warn you that they're a bad lot
and advise you to get rid of them at once.

I will not get rid of them!

May I remind you of your promise that I am to
be responsible for the management of my house?

Father. Father.

There is a man at the gates who
desires to see you. Who is he?

A most peculiar man. He speaks
the same tongue as Father...

and insists that he will see no one else.
Didn't he give you his name?

Yes, Father. He said to tell you that
he was the devil's number one boy.

What? Joseph! You've been drinking.

There's only one man
in the world-

But that's impossible!
It couldn't be!

Willie Tulloch!

Up pops the devil!

Willie!

Frankie, my boy!
What brings you here?

What a wonderful surprise. Oh,
it shouldn't be so surprising.

After all, in almost 40 years, a man gets to know
as much about Tynecastle as he'll ever know.

So one day, I set to wondering
whether there was a hill...

behind the hill I could see
from me office window.

I went to look, and by George, there
was another hill behind that one.

Well, with one hill after another, here
I am in China and your sacred presence.

Have you forgot your etiquette, man?
Do the honors.

Forgive me. Reverend Mother, this is Dr. William
Tulloch. Dr. Tulloch's my oldest friend.

I think it's only fair to tell you,
Frankie is not to be blamed for me.

And I, for my part, have long ago
disclaimed any responsibility for him.

I see no reason why you
should want to, Doctor.

I hope you enjoy your visit with us.

- I'm sure that Father Chisholm will make you most welcome.
- I'm sure.

- And this is Joseph.
- I am most honored, sir.

Hello, Joe.

Let's empty your luggage later.
Let's all go in and have some tea.

If you'll excuse me, I have some work to do.
It was a pleasure, Doctor.

The pleasure was mine, Mother.

Quite a woman.

Sure you won't have a drop? No, thanks.

Aye, Judy's
strange lass-

moody and perverse and unpredictable.

A little like her mother, perhaps.

Well, she'll marry one day, I
imagine, when she sees fit,

and maybe she'll find happiness in life.

Happiness in life.

It depends on what you do,
what you give, what you get.

I've given the world
thousands of aspirin tablets,

and I've acquired a taste for Irish whiskey.

And I'll thank you not to
use my maudlin self-pity...

as an argument to prove
the existence of the soul.

Why should I try to argue you into
something you already believe?

Now, look, Frankie. In the three
days since I've been here-

Eh, Joseph?

Now, where on earth did you get that?

Forgive me, Father. This evening I found it
necessary to give Hosannah Wong a beating.

Mm-hmm. So? His wife hit
me with a broom handle.

I gave her a beating too. Equal
rights for women. I agree.

Despite my warnings, they continue
to say many unkind words about you.

For instance, that Mother
Maria-Veronica is a great lady,

while you are simply dust.

Well, we're all dust, Joseph. Surely
we can put up with a few unkind words.

Perhaps you, Father, who are blessed
with tolerance and charity.

But not I. Uh, I'm very
displeased with you, Joseph.

As punishment you shall have, uh,

a holiday tomorrow and that
new robe you've been wanting.

The new robe? Shall I
beat him again, Father?

No, no!

Willie, will you excuse me, please?

I've been asked to come to the
sisters' house at once. Of course.

Could / be of any help? Oh, thank you, no.
It'll be all right.

Father Chisholm, thank God you're here.
Those hypocrites!

Those low-lying fiends! Where
are Hosanna and Philomena?

Gone with our money and our silver
and Sister Martha's ivory crucifix.

They could have murdered us! But
they didn't, Sister Clothilde.

Where's Reverend Mother? Has she been told?
At once, of course, Father.

She had nothing to say. She
went straight to her room.

They should be punished, those miserable
people who steal from the church.

It was my fault that
your crucifix was stolen.

I know how dear it was to you.

Please accept this in its place if you can.

It is not ivory, but is over
a thousand years old...

and has always been one of the most precious
possessions of my family and of myself.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Good night, Father.
Good night, Father.

Good night.

Good evening, Shen-fu. Mr. Chia!
Well, this is indeed a pleasure.

It is good to see you again. May I offer
you my hand in the fashion of the English?

May I offer you a cup of tea in the fashion of
the Chinese? Thank you, but I must decline.

My little son waits in my chair.

I have come hurriedly to pay my respects
and to say farewell for a while.

We are even now on the way to my
summer home in the mountains.

Summer home? But you've just come back
from there. Autumn's practically upon us.

It would afford me great happiness if
you and the ladies who assist you...

would lower yourselves to be my guests.

Your offers are very kind
and generous, Mr. Chia.

But you would not leave Pai Tan and take your
son to the safety of your summer home...

without an important reason.

What is it? You wish me to-How is it said?
Come to the point.

Exactly.
Very well.

As you know, the revolutionary troops, the
soldiers of the new Chinese Republic,

- have been in Pai Tan for some weeks.
- Yes, I know that.

What you do not know is that some
Imperial troops under General Wai...

have moved into the hills today.

He has already issued an ultimatum of
surrender to the Republican troops,

and the ultimatum has been contemptuously
disregarded. I see. What will happen now?

General Wai threatened an immediate
bombardment of the city.

I cannot understand why
it has not already begun.

It strikes me, Shen-fu, that with
the Imperial troops in the hills,

and the Republican troops in the city, your
mission is inconveniently in the middle.

I'm sure that our neutrality
will be respected.

It is a pleasant assumption. But in
any case, would it not be wise...

to remove yourself and your female
associates at once to safety?

Thank you, Mr. Chia, but I'm sure
that none of us would consider...

leaving the mission at such a time.

If you should change
your mind-

But then, you have a mind
that is uniquely unchangeable.

Again, in the fashion of the
English, good night, my friend.

I appreciate your coming, Mr. Chia. We're
indebted to you once again. Good night.

In the name of heaven, what was that?

Shooting-
Someone's shooting at us!

Oh, now, Sister Clothilde,
it's nothing of the kind.

Imperial troops on the hill
have opened fire on the city.

I'm afraid it's the beginning of a battle.

Oh!
Sister Clothilde!

I'm sure you realize that
our conduct at this time...

will serve as an example
for the Christian women.

I'm going to the children.
They'll be frightened.

As soon as you quiet them, leave one
of the Chinese women in charge.

Then come to the schoolroom. As you say.

Sister Martha, bring any servants
you think can be of help.

Yes.

Joseph, I want you to take one of the
men and go into the city tonight.

See that as many members of the congregation
as possible come to the mission at once.

They're to bring with them their bedding
and whatever food they may have.

Mei-li, you and the women will draw up a
list of all the provisions in our stockroom.

We'll need it in the event it
becomes necessary to ration food.

Also the medicines.
Sister Martha will supervise.

Sister Clothilde, you will see to it that no
change is made in the children's routine.

Above all, nothing must be done to alarm
them or make them feel in any way insecure.

Any questionable decisions will be left
either to the Reverend Mother or to me.

Now, I think you'd all better get started.

God has set a great responsibility upon us.

We must all work hard together.

It'll be necessary to forget any
personal differences. Of course.

Father, some of the shells have landed
in the city. There are many fires.

The Imperial general has picked a strange
way of winning the love of the people-

blowing them to bits? We better
see how bad it is, Willie.

I should be down there, Willie. Why?

Why? Because I'm a priest. But most of your
congregation will soon be up here and safe.

Forgive me, but what makes you think you're
wanted down there at a time like this?

I don't pretend that I'm wanted anywhere-
but God's mercy is, everywhere.

I've got no right to quarantine
it behind these mission walls.

Major, the town is full
of wounded and dying.

There's a great danger of pestilence.
Why is nothing being done?

What would Shen-fu suggest? There's a British
doctor who's doing everything he can.

But we must have some of your men to help, and
we must have a house to use as a hospital.

I'm childish enough to contemplate
helping my civilian brothers...

even without reward, but I
cannot spare any of my soldiers.

Man, you're fighting to
liberate the Chinese people.

These are Chinese who need you
tonight to save their lives.

Huh! I cannot see the sense of
bringing dying people back to life...

so that General Wai can again
kill them with his cannon.

Is the situation that hopeless?
We have no artillery at all.

By the time my promised
reinforcements arrive,

we will have been inevitably massacred.

Oh, Shen-fu.

When you arrive at your mission,
you might say a prayer for us.

I'm not going back to the mission. I'm
going to the Street of the Basket Makers.

What can you and your doctor
do by yourselves?

Whatever good we can as
long as we can. Wait.

You will have your hospital,
Shen-fu.

The Imperial judge is a coward and thief.

We will commandeer his home, and I will
personally kick down his front door.

Major.

Tell them to bring in the next one.

And remember, one squad is to be detailed
to the sole duty of scrubbing this floor,

continuously and with disinfectant.

It is comforting to know
that when we are hit,

we will be the most antiseptic
cadavers in Pai Tan.

But remember how close
to godliness cleanliness is.

Maybe so, but I've never
seen godliness kill bugs.

Don't be shocked.
It's a matter of religion.

He believes in God, you probably count on
Confucius, and I put my trust in prophylaxis.

Meantime, here's a patient for both of us.

Better clear out this entire section.

As you say, Doctor.

It's not a pretty idea, Francie, but it's vitally
necessary we dispose of those who've died.

Under the circumstances
this is the only proper method.

Under no circumstances can burning
be called a proper method, Willie.

Depends on the point of view. From
where I stand, I see this village...

left without fresh water
and proper sanitation.

I see pestilence waiting to move right
in to these miserable hovels...

filled with unburied dead.

We have a responsibility
to the living too, Francie.

Yes, we have.

Well, it seems there's no alternative.

You're sure that all the wounded have
been removed? Yes, but it was not easy.

They did not want to leave the dead. Will you
join me, Shen-fu, in touching off our holocaust?

You, Doctor.
No, thanks.

Tell me-Can hell
be any worse than this?

The sun is on its way up, and
that blasted gun has gone to bed.

Another dawn is here,
and another night is gone.

I'm gonna write a book:

Six Days and Nights in a Chinese Abdomen.

I must be daft.
I'm talking to myself.

Hmm?

Oh! Silly.
I must've dozed off.

I don't know why it's silly, seeing
you've had no sleep in almost a week.

Why don't you leave today's
collection to the army and me?

Go up on the hill and get
yourself a bath and 400 winks.

Now, that'd be a pretty sight: A man
of God taking his ease safe from harm.

This is no time to think of appearances.

Besides, who's to see you here in
this abandoned outpost of humanity?

We're not unseen anywhere, Willie.

Kill yourself if you've a mind to,
but keep your motives to yourself,

- because they just make me mad!
- Are you in there, Shen-fu?

- Father Chisholm!
- What are you doing here?

Last night they fired on the mission.
What? Was anybody hurt?

How are the children? The children are
all right, but our beautiful church-

It was destroyed by fire. Some of the men were
injured when we tried to save the altar pieces.

Uh, tell the major I'll be back.

Oh, Father, this way.

And keep your head down.

Willie!

Willie.

Francie?

If you're praying for
yourself, go right ahead.

If it's for me,
you're wasting your time-

aye, and the Almighty's too.

Now, let him be the judge of that, Willie.

My respiration is down,

my fever's up,

and I am deep in the Valley of Shadow.

And, Francie, I still can't believe in God.

Are you mad at me?
Of course not.

Are you disappointed that
I won't let you save me?

Your salvation will
be your doing, Willie-

not mine.

Say, when you...

get to your kingdom,

don't look for my name on the register.

It would be fun just to meet by chance.

Francie,

I never loved you as much as I do now,

because you haven't tried
to bully me into heaven.

You see,

I have such an awful headache.

Give me your hand.

Out of the depths I have
cried unto thee, O Lord.

Lord, hear my voice.

Let thine ears be attentive
to the voice of my supplication,

because with the Lord there is mercy.

With him there is plentiful redemption.

Glory be to the Father, to the Son...

and to the Holy Ghost.

In a way, uh, my actions
may have been responsible...

for the shelling of the church.

Late yesterday afternoon, several wounded
soldiers made their way to our dispensary.

I took it upon myself to admit them.

There's nothing else to do.
I would've done the same.

Must be a great blow to you...

to see your beautiful church
so wantonly destroyed.

No one can destroy my church.

I shall build it again.

As long as I live, I shall build my church.

Father. Father.

Father, the Imperial captain, the
one who commands the gun, is here.

He demands that you talk to him.

All right.

You want to see me? Yes. General Wai has
decided to favor you with several requests.

First: You will stop sheltering
the enemy wounded.

The wounded are beyond fighting.
They can do nobody any harm.

Second: General Wai confers upon you the
honor of contributing to his supply.

Your first contribution
will be 800 pounds of rice...

and all the American
canned goods in your possession.

We're already short of food, and
I have no intention-Third:

It is essential that all Chinese men...

be released immediately from your protection
to enlist in the army of General Wai.

And what will happen if I decline the
honor of complying with these requests?

You already have a slight indication.

In less than half an hour I will be able to
reduce your mission and everyone in it to dust.

You must realize that it'll take me a
while to comply with all your demands.

How much time will General Wai permit me?
Possibly until tomorrow,

provided that you deliver to me by
midnight tonight at my gun position...

a personal offering consisting of tinned
goods and sufficient valuables...

to comprise a suitable offering.

Well, it seems I have no alternative.
I'll be at your gun position tonight.

Good.
I shall expect you.

I warn you not to fail.

Joseph.
Yes, Father?

Tell the reverend mother
I've gone to the city.

Major Shon, suppose-suppose it were
possible to capture General Wai's gun?

About 20 of my men are now explaining to
their ancestors why it is not possible.

I know. I understand several are
being ministered to at your mission,

for which I thank you.

If I could get near that dishonorable
weapon, I would demolish it, but I cannot.

- There's a way to get near to it.
- I do not doubt your goodness.

But permit me to question your
ability to perform miracles.

I've been ordered to bring food and money...

to the captain in command of the
gun tonight before midnight.

My friend, you are an
undeserved gift from heaven.

I'm afraid I've forgotten
about heaven tonight.

Then concentrate closely on
what I am about to propose.

Shen-fu!
It must be nearly time.

Just 11:30. You understand
exactly what is going to occur?

Yes. We've been over it a dozen times.
For the 13th then.

In this sack is cordite
and one can of gasoline.

When I fire into the gasoline, it will
ignite instantly and explode the cordite.

But before that, even before I raise my revolver,
you must begin to move away from the gun.

I understand. You must be well away,
for the concussion will be extreme.

Captain! After Shen-fu and I have
left, you will count to 250 slowly.

Then you and your men
will follow us carefully.

When the explosion occurs, you will
attack successfully. That is all.

Yes, sir. Light the torch now, if you will.

And for the love of your Lord in
heaven and my perishable body,

keep it away from this sack.

I'm Father Chisholm. I was
instructed to come by your captain.

You brought what was demanded of you?

I brought you a load of tinned goods,
which I hope will impress you.

And I brought you some money too.

Give it to me.
All right.

Would you hold this?

I want some assurance that the
mission won't be molested.

Not only will the mission not be molested,

but tomorrow we shall occupy it and
place it under our protection.

You gave me your word.

Stop chattering and give me the money!

Shen-fu, run!
Save yourself!

Am I at the mission?
Yes, Father.

We are all well and safe.

And the gun-
Is it finished?

It is finished,

and 32 of the enemy
blown into little pieces.

Never in my life have I
seen such a lovely killing.

One more like that, and you will force me...

to endure Christianity.

The question is,

how long will Christianity be forced
to endure killings like that?

“My shattered leg had barely mended...

“when word reached us that Angus
Meatey-Monsignor Angus Meatey by now-

“was to visit us on a tour of inspection...

on behalf of the International Society
for the Propagation of the Faith. ”

- Francis!
- Angus!

Francis, my dear fellow. It's
wonderful to see you again!

Oh, it's a great pleasure
to welcome you, Angus.

What a wonderful day. What a healthy climate.
Come in. Come in.

I see you've hurt your foot, old boy.
Nothing serious, I hope.

S Love and revere S.

S All that we love and revere ff.

Well, children. Thank you.
Thank you. Sister.

Oh, Mother Maria-Veronica.
Reverend Mother, how do you do?

How do you do, Monsignor?

Sister Clothilde.
Sister Clothilde.

Sister Martha.
Sister Martha.

How do you do?
How do you do?

Well, this is a splendid establishment.
Splendid. Yes, splendid.

Now I regret I can't stay
longer than today and tonight,

but you know I must be on
my way again tomorrow.

In the meantime, let me fill
every minute with memories...

of our beautiful mission.

Angus, there's something I want to tell you.

Later, my dear fellow.
Later.

Let us steal these first moments to enjoy
the happiness of reunion and companionship.

Then, after a hot bath
and a change, I-

Why, Francis, /-

I don't understand.

Wh-What has happened
to your church?

Well, we've had a few reverses, Angus.

I'm not going to try and hide my
disappointment from you, Francis.

Frankly, I had my heart set on
celebrating High Mass in your church.

Your disappointment is no
greater than ours, Angus.

I'd even promised a lecture
at our London headquarters:

“St. Andrew's Mission,
or God in Darkest China.”

It places me¬ lt places all of
us in a most awkward position.

I'm truly sorry. I've tried to
explain-I'm not reproaching you.

It wasn't your fault, I know.

Still, if only Reverend Mother hadn't
antagonized that wretched general-

She did exactly as I would have done.
Would you have acted otherwise?

No, no, no.
Of course not.

But there are many ways of
overcoming difficulties, Francis,

and some are more satisfactory than others.

We've had our own difficulties at home, too,

with the reorganization necessary
after Bishop MacNabb's death.

Oh, no.

Oh, weren't you told?

Oh, I am sorry.

Yes, he-he died in March
of pneumonia.

He was a very old man, of course,

and muddled and past his best.

He was succeeded by Bishop
Tarrant, a most worthy choice.

Well, we must take things
as they are and face them.

Now that I'm here, I'll do my best
to get things straightened out.

I've had quite some
experience in such matters.

It might interest you
to hear one day how /-

/ think you 'd make a good priest, Francis.

And now you've discovered
how frighteningly human we are.

/ can't help thinking you're
in the church, not by chance,

but for a reason.

Shall we both agree to let
Almighty God have his way? Eh?

I seem to be depressing
you pretty thoroughly.

What do you say to a nice, brisk walk?

Then this evening, after dinner, we
can entertain the reverend mother...

and have a real round-table
parochial conference.

I'm afraid you're in for another
disappointment there, Angus.

Reverend Mother never leaves the
sisters' house after the dinner hour.

Nonsense! You just haven't
asked her properly, I'm sure.

I took the liberty of
sending her an invitation.

She'll come, all right.
Come on, Francis.

It isn't important, of course,
but it's been pointed out...

that I am the youngest monsignor
in the northern diocese.

I've even been accused of having
an overactive thyroid gland.

A glass of wine, Reverend Mother?
No, thank you.

But it's first-rate, I assure you.
Pale Amontillado. No?

Francis?
Yes, thank you.

It's a little traveled, perhaps,
since it came with me from home.

You know, I must admit China fascinates me.

I disagree violently
with those of our world...

who still regard the Chinese
as an inferior race.

Truly there are no limits to the
benefits of a belief in God...

and-
plenty of soap and water.

Uh, your record's been
truly remarkable, Angus.

I understand you founded
two new missions in Japan...

and a native seminary in Nantou.

Yes, and I'm happy to say that
all three are flourishing.

Unfortunately for you, however, Francis,

they've put quite a strain
on our financial reserves.

I can't see how you're going
to rebuild your church.

I'm afraid the Society cannot let you
have the money. I haven't asked for it.

If only you had been more successful...

with some of the better-class
Chinese-the rich merchants.

If only your friend Mr. Chia
had seen the light.

He hasn't, and he's given most generously.
I'm not going to ask him for another penny.

Well, that's your own affair. But
I must tell you frankly, Francis,

that on our charts at headquarters,

I'm sorry to say that your
convert rate is the lowest.

I suppose missionaries differ in
their individual capabilities.

Oh, surely no one doubts
your capabilities, Francis.

It's just in the way you do things.

Living personally in such poor style,

eating in the kitchen and all that.

Well, you ought to impress the
natives, make more of a show.

But the Chinese hate
that kind of ostentation,

and priests who practice it
are regarded as dishonorable.

You refer to their own low
heathen priests, I presume.

Heathens are not always low, just
as Christians are not always high.

Many of their priests
are good and noble men.

Well, have it your own way.

It's just struck me.

I can still give that lecture in London.

I shall make my subject the dangers and
difficulties of the missionary field.

“God Chastiseth His Own.”

Does that idea appeal to
you, Reverend Mother?

I am sure that my judgment
must mean very little...

beside your vast experience in such matters.

And now it is time for me to go.

May I escort you to your
house, Reverend Mother?

Mei-li and I can manage very nicely.
You needn't trouble, Monsignor.

Oh, no trouble at all, I assure you.

And besides, you may have some
problems more easily discussed...

away from Father Chisholm's presence.

Father Chisholm is aware of all my problems.

Well, in that case, we shall discuss the
baroness, your distinguished mother,

whom I had the pleasure of
meeting in Vienna last year.

Oh, thank you.

Good night, Father Chisholm.
Good night, Reverend Mother.

Good night, Joseph. Good
night, Reverend Mother.

Be right back, Francis.

Father, may I say something sinful?
Of course not.

You will hear it in confession
anyway, because I'm thinking it.

Joseph.
Yes, Father.

The benefit of too much soap and water...

made the sherry bottle fall and break.

Reverend Mother,
good-bye.

Sister Martha, Sister Clothilde, good-bye.

It was really most generous of your friend,
Mr. Chia, to let me borrow his chair.

Be sure and thank him for me, won't you?

He doesn't want to be thanked.
He regards it as an honor.

Yes, I suppose he does. Still,
he finds it impossible to-

Well, I shall never be able
to fathom the Oriental mind.

It's inscrutable, positively inscrutable.

Francis, my boy, good luck
and God bless you.

Thank you, Angus.
Come back again.

I promise you a church in which you'll
be proud to celebrate High Mass.

You're practically an Oriental yourself,
as far as understanding you is concerned.

I'm gonna give up trying.
You'll build your church.

I can think of no way
in which it will be possible.

That's why I know you'll do it.

Good-bye, Francis.

Good-bye, Angus.

All right.

- Good-bye!
- Bye!

Good-bye.

May I speak with you?

Oh, please excuse me.
I didn't notice.

I don't want to disturb you. Not at all.

As you can see, nothing for me to do.

I've come to tell you something,

and it-it isn't
easy for me.

Please sit down.

Oh, thank you.

From our first meeting,

I have behaved shamefully
and sinfully toward you.

I want you to know that I am most
bitterly sorry for my conduct.

Believe me, no apology was
ever more abject than mine,

nor has anyone ever been
less worthy of forgiveness.

You needn't-
Please.

It's easier for me to speak now.

It becomes easier with every word.

How strange that the moment of my greatest
humiliation should bring with it...

the only peace I've ever truly known.

I was born into arrogance, Father, and
taught contempt for those who were not.

How could / hope to live by the word of God,

which is the same for all men?

From the beginning,

your presence tortured me.

I knew that yours was a true humility,

and that mine was a duty.

I resented your deep
and honest compassion...

because mine was difficult...

and filled with doubt and pain.

Last night I intended to ask
Father Mealey to send me away.

But as I sat in your kitchen, as I...

heard him humiliate you and slight you,

as I felt the magnificence of your
faith and the courage in your heart,

as I saw you reject the
worldliness of this priest...

who is unfit
to untie your shoes-

Oh, forgive me, Father.

Forgive me.
Pity me.

There-There's nothing for
which I have to forgive you.

I'm so glad you no longer dislike me.

You know,

we're all children to God,

and with his help, we'll work and mature.

“The 10 years that passed
were fruitful, peaceful...

“and unnoticed in their going,

“as passing years should go.

7 would like to note, of no
possible interest to anyone,

“that they treated me personally
with exceeding kindness,

“except, that is, for increasing
difficulties with my injured leg...

“and the diminishing ability to see
much further than the tip of my nose.

“But my personal joy was a workshop...

“outfitted for everything
from mending school benches...

“to separating beeswax from honey.

“The beeswax would become
candles for my church,

“and the honey would go to my children...

“and someday to my children's children.

“Two hundred faithful souls
were in my congregation,

“and not a grain of rice
in any of their prayer books.

“Our new church was but one
of the many debts we owed...

“to the thoughtfulness
of Mother Maria-Veronica...

“and the generosity other family.

“Some of the older girls
were already novices,

“and others were ready
to go into the world-

“this world that, / will always maintain,

is closer to heaven
than we think. ”

Fresh honey today,
my friends. Fresh honey.

Ah, it's a pity that none of you like it.

Joshua, tell me,
which would you rather do-

learn your catechism or eat honey?

Eat honey.

Eat honey?

Well, God loves you, Joshua,
for telling the truth.

For that you shall have a double portion.

How can we restore discipline?

They'll all be jealous of Joshua.
That's very simple.

Give them each a double portion
with Joshua's compliments.

Has Joseph brought you the news?
That he intends to marry?

Oh, he's the last to know. That girl's
had him helpless for over a year.

I was referring to something less joyous.

Another mission has been
opened in Pai Tan. Oh?

They've rented a fine house and
have a great deal of money.

Well.
American, of course.

Yes.

It is their intention to build
an enormous establishment...

with schools for both girls
and boys, playgrounds...

and a hospital with resident doctor.

Sounds extremely beneficial.

What denomination is it?
It's, uh, Protestant.

The American Methodists.
Hmm.

You know, I remember when I was a little
boy and used to go berry-picking.

I always resented the other little boys
who found the same bushes that I did...

and insisted on picking the berries.

I knew that they had just as much
right to them as I did. And yet-

And, uh, what are you going to
do about these little boys?

Do?

I shall put on my good suit, take
my umbrella and call upon them.

Good afternoon.
I'm Father Chisholm.

I took the liberty of calling
to welcome you to Pai Tan.

Oh, won't you come in?
Thank you.

You'll have to forgive the way things look.
We're not even unpacked yet.

- Dr.
- Fiske-That's my husband-Who is it, Agnes?

He's in there. It's a caller, Wilbur.
Well, have him or her come in.

If you don't mind.
It would be my pleasure.

Well, how do you do? I'm Father Chisholm.
Welcome to Pai Tan.

Thank you. I've heard a good
deal about you, Father.

I don't know whether I should
return your thanks for that or not.

Oh, you should. You can be
well proud of your reputation.

Frankly, I'm surprised
that I have any at all.

News travels amazingly fast in China,

and reputations are made
and unmade just as quickly.

Won't you sit down, Father? Thank you.

May I?
Thank you.

We're still all alone in the house,
but perhaps I could fix you some tea.

Don't bother, please. It was really
improper of me to call unannounced.

Why, you have a splendid establishment here.

Well, we hope to make it one, at any rate.

Tell me, Father Chisholm,
do you resent our coming here?

What justification could I
possibly have for such a feeling?

None, of course. But we know,
don't we, Agnes? Well, in a way.

You see, once we'd been up-country
all by ourselves for nine years.

And you've been here a great deal longer
than that. Then another missionary came.

Of course, he wasn't a Catholic, but
I'm afraid we did feel a little-

Frankly, we resented his coming, Father.

You know, sometimes I wonder how
the Christian faith must appear...

to the Chinese mind,

with all the different sects
all crying at the same time,

“Come over here. This is the one.
This is the true one.”

We've seen a great deal of it. We're old
campaigners-over 20 years in China.

Over 20 years!
Been a long time.

We're originally New Englanders, from Maine.

Both of us born, reared,
married in the same town.

Ever been to Maine, Father? No.

It doesn't sound like much-little
white wooden houses, birch trees,

huckleberries, lobster.

It's a long way from here.
This is our son, John.

It was taken when he was at Harvard just
before he went to Oxford as a Rhodes scholar.

He has a fine face.
Is he still in England?

Yes, he's doing settlement work. Right
now he's at a place called Tynecastle.

Tynecastle? Why, that's my home.
Have you ever been there?

Oh, yes, last year, for two weeks.

I have a family there, of sorts. That is,
an aunt and a daughter of an old friend.

While we were there, we had the pleasure of
meeting the rector of Tynecastle Cathedral,

Monsignor Mealey-
Angus Mealey. Do you know him?

Why, yes, very well.
We were boys together.

Splendid man.
Oh, splendid.

I thought him, um-um-well, just
a shade formal, would you say?

Not formal.

Uh, stuffy.

- Did you say “stuffy”?
- Decidedly stuffy.

Agnes, put that tea on the fire.

Father Chisholm and I are going
to settle down to a nice visit.

It's been nice.

Well, thank you for your hospitality...

and, once again, welcome to Pai Tan.

I can't tell you how happy you've
made me by your friendliness.

And, uh, by the way, I'm not a bad doctor.

Let me be of some help to you.
We'll help each other.

Right!

Shen-fu!
Mr. Chia.

Happy to see you.

Am I right in assuming that the
father has just encountered...

the newly arrived holy man and his woman?

Yes, they're American missionaries
of the Protestant sect.

Our city seems to attract
more than its share of goodness.

For myself, I cannot imagine any mission
garden more pleasant to walk in than yours.

Thank you, my friend.

I remember that when Father
came here many years ago,

he received much ill treatment.

It may be that I will look with
displeasure upon these new missioners.

Who knows, but that
a series of misfortunes...

will befall these worshippers
of the false god...

and force them, regretfully, to depart.

They're not worshippers
of the false god, Mr. Chia.

It's the same true God that I serve.

Truly, my skull is thick. I am
incapable of understanding.

Well, each of us travels his own
road toward the kingdom of heaven.

Though I may think another's to be wrong, still
I have no right to interfere with his choice.

Well, is it demanded of the true Christian
then that he be truly tolerant of others?

He is no Christian who is not.

Incredible.

I would like to discuss this
amazing doctrine in more detail.

My, uh, rickshaw has room only
for my own miserable body.

Will you lower yourself to
permit me to walk with you?

It'll be a great honor.

I have adopted your custom of greeting
people by the use of the hands.

Perhaps in time, I will find
walking equally bearable.

“It is only when I took back upon
the pages of this journal...

“that / realize how time flashed across me,

“how the years tumbled into my lap...

“almost too fast for me
to tell one from the other.

“How many years?

“Ten? Twenty?

“Enough, at any rate, for me to know
that / had grown old in my exile.

7 was reminded of this everywhere I looked.

“Joseph, for instance, with three
sons as old, almost, as he was...

“in that dark hour when he came to me.

“Now that the time had come
for me to go home,

7 spent my days in memorizing every face,

“e very stone, e very tree...

“of my belo ved mission,

“as if, in this way,
I could carry them with me.

“Two priests had been sent to assist me and
to serve in my place after my departure.

“Father Chou was a gentle, young
Chinese from the College of Pekin.

“Father Craig was a young,
but not-so-gentle American...

“who had been famous
at Notre Dame University...

“for playing American rugby football.

Sister Mary had come from Australia
after Sister Ciothiide died. ”

Father?
Take it away.

It's time for you to drink your milk.

Just what is the object of this treatment?

To get me to moo like a cow
all the way home to Scotland?

Just put it down in front
of him, Sister Mary.

I'll see to it that he does as he is told.

And why must I do as Wilbur Fiske tells me?

Because he's your friend and your
doctor and knows what's best for you.

Well-

Well, after tomorrow, I'll be free to decide
for myself what I shall eat and drink.

I don't want to go.

I don't want to leave here.

Honestly,

there is no one here
who's content to see you go.

It's difficult to remember that you've
been recalled for your own benefit.

It's difficult to think of anything...

but that we shall miss you so much.

I'm afraid I've reached the age when
it's easier to part with the dead...

than with the living.

A great part of my life
shall stay behind with you.

My life has been preoccupying me
lately now that it's almost over.

I've taken to rereading my journal.

Certainly a typical old man's weakness.

Hmm. How out of proportion
are the events of our lives...

to the words with which we describe them.

No one's ever really been able
to write pain or love...

or fear or God...

as well as we can feel them.

Oh, here's a picture of Andrew.

Judy's little boy.

He is, uh-How do you say? A bonny lad.

Oh, aye, he's bonny.

He has that from his grandmother, from Nora.

What a strange continuity
of unhappiness that was.

First Nora,

then Judy, who lived and died
as wretchedly as she was born.

And now Andrew,

deserted by his father
and wanted by no one but me.

- Who takes care of him?
- Oh, the woman who looked after Judy.

Polly left some money,
and I've sent what little I had.

I've never been able to send for him.

I had to reckon with the possibility...

that he might arrive
to find me no longer here.

And now that I'll soon see him, I
realize how vain it is of me...

to think that it matters much
to him either way.

Well, here's an item of history.

“January 21, 1935.

Angus Mealey is now
the bishop of Tynecastle.”

It was inevitable.

I must say that I was rather pleased
with my reaction to the news.

I would have been so disappointed
if I'd been jealous.

But I wasn't, and I'm not.

I'm truly happy for Angus.
I'm sure he is too.

You see?

I've long been aware of the
difference between Angus and me.

Angus is a man of great
presence and great charm,

at ease everywhere and with everyone.

I've had scarcely more than, oh,
six friends in all my life.

And those, except for one,

were humble folk.

I suppose it should make me sad to think
of how much he's made of his life...

and how little I've made of mine.

I've bumped my head so often and so hard...

in my strivings after God.

I mean no disrespect to your bishop,

but it is my personal opinion...

that you are closer to God than he.

Twilights come earlier these days.

The summer and I are almost gone.

And how shall I write this latest...

and saddest entry of them all?

On this day,

I said good-bye to Reverend
Mother Maria-Veronica.

How does one say good-bye
to a friend...

with whom one has shared disappointments...
and accomplishments...

of almost a lifetime?

We 'd worked together
for so many years-

through revolution, pestilence,
famine and poverty-

and had come to know each other very well.

When I insisted that I didn't
want to leave my mission,

she made me foolishly happy
by encouraging my rebellion.

And yet both of us knew that we could
not consider our own preferences...

against the manifest
wisdom of the appointment,

and that-to quote the
wisest man I've ever known-

we would “let Almighty God have his way.”

And may that Almighty God watch over her...

and bless her and keep her...

always.

My dear friend,

I shall never forget you.

SS.

You young idiot, what have you been up to?

Sorry, Father. If we hadn't
organized it, they'd have run wild.

You wouldn't want a riot the day you left.
A riot. Why-

/ Creator blessed /.

Listen to that.

/ And in our hearts f It's my favorite hymn.

Take up thy rest.

S Come with thy grace S.

S And heavenly aid S.

S To fill the hearts S.

A double portion of honey for each
child this evening. Yes, Father.

S To fill the hearts S.

Which thou
Good-bye, my friend.

Good-bye, Father.
Hast made.

Good-bye, Chia Yu.

Good-bye, Father.
God bless you.

Well, Anna,

still
my number-one girl.

And which little Anna are you?
She's Anna number three.

Joseph?
Father.

Reverend and worthy disciple
of the Lord of heaven,

it is with the utmost-the utmost
anguish that we, thy children-

that we, thy children-

we, thy children-

children-

Thank you, Father.
It's no use.

What I was supposed to say is written
on the scroll for you to read.

Twenty times I have said it perfectly
before my wife and children.

But how could I speak to you
in words I have memorized,

like a parrot or a child?

There is no one here who has
not his own memories of you...

and your love and your goodness.

Let them each speak in their
own hearts for themselves.

As for me, dear Father Francis,

I cannot speak.

I have no memories other than those of you.

I have had no life other than yours.

Joseph, my oldest and most loyal comrade.

My good friends, what can I say?

I have neither the talent
nor the knowledge...

to find words that would
express what is in my heart.

You would only hear the mouthings
of a sentimental old man,

mortally afraid of making a fool of himself.

Will you let me bless you all?

Lord, let thy most benevolent blessing
fall upon these, thy children,

and through thy grace, bring to
them peace and contentment...

to the end of their days.

Thank you.

Good morning, Father.
Hmm? Oh.

Good morning. Good morning.
I hope you slept well.

As a matter of fact, I didn't sleep at all.

Your journal was on the
bookshelf by my bedside,

and I must confess I spent
the night reading it.

I hope you don't mind.

Not at all. If anything, I'm flattered.

I should imagine that the memories
of a life as ineffectual as mine...

would guarantee sleep.
Ineffectual?

It is an honor to have known you, Father.

Uh, good-bye,
Monsignor.

You won't forget to mention to
Angus-I mean, His Grace-about the-

There is nothing I will say to the
bishop that will in any way...

alter your position here...
or your hopes for the future.

Thank you. Thank you, Father Chisholm.

Thank you!
Good-bye, Andrew.

Good-bye, Father.

Good-bye.

Well, man, don't stand there
with half the morning gone.

Get the rods.

Come along, boy.

Wasn't it just fine of God
to make all the rivers...

and fill them all with little fishes,

and then send you and me here
to catch them, Andrew, hmm?

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