Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
It has been one week since my last confession,
I took the Lord's name in vain 211 times.
Ahhh!
Ugh... Oh, God damn it.
I had 22 impure thoughts.
Oof!
- I contemplated murder. - Murder?
Only in thought, Father, only in thought.
Get back here, you bastards!
Surely there must be some self-abuse, my son.
I have committed 22 sins of the flesh.
Ahem. You're a pervert.
You're not even making an appearance in purgatory with that record.
Really? I had no idea.
Ah... I'm not even sure I have the power to forgive you.
Please, Father. I'll try harder.
Harder? That's the problem.
You should talk to a priest, not me, kid.
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.
Gorilla.
Think there's a world record for hanging?
Probably not.
Even if there isn't, I could announce that I'm going to set one.
There's absolutely no reason why my idiot-savantness couldn't be hanging.
Look, I could hang here all day.
Did you see that attempted catch?
Ohh...
Who would have guessed she'd have such reach?
Thanks.
Get me Mr. Walker... again.
Hey, the green in your sweater
brings out the colour 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.
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's too much documentation on you already.
Are you purposely trying to get yourself kicked out 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 you think your grandparents have enough to worry about?
A week of weeding Father Zinger's gardens. 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.
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.
Was he catholic?
Seems odd not to be studying Catholics in religion class.
Besides, I thought we were having a test.
We're not. Far too sunny out for testing, wouldn't you agree?
I'm hoping Nietzsche will be better for your brain.
Well, I... suppose so.
Ave Maria...
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 is 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?
Uh... His mom keeps saying, "What difference does one more kid make?"
I like it there. Honest.
Do you go by the house?
Uh, just to cut the grass.
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.
Hmm.
Did you conquer the world today, my Mr. Walker?
I've got a date with Claire next Friday.
I like that girl.
Here. I bought this for you.
I know. I feel the same.
Not quite the haircut I had in mind.
I think it's too short.
You could pull it off. Not many could.
You make a fantastic scarf selector.
Thank you, Ralph.
You're welcome.
Your father would be proud.
Walker residence. How may I direct your call?
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.
My brother says you can see right inside the woman's change room
from a certain angle. I need to see naked girls.
I wish Fred told me exactly where you're supposed to look.
Do you think he was lying?
He could have been.
This is useless.
I'm leaving. You coming?
Christ, Chester. No.
We haven't even dived yet, and 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.
Ohh... Wow...
Did you see that?
Holy Christ.
Fred was right.
What's the matter with that boy? Is he having a seizure?
Looks more like a fit, if you ask me.
Uh... Ahhh!
With a seizure, you're into the whole body, including the brain.
- However, with a fit... - Ahhh!
Fouling!
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 a war hero.
But, Father, I can explain. Honestly.
Obviously, you've a deviant mind.
Now mortal sins have been committed.
You will attend 6:00 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...
were there is no spiritual safety net.
Public school?
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 at Chorley Park.
Let's go.
We run in cross-country, son.
Run.
How in the name of Christ did I ever end up here?
I ask myself that every day.
Did Father Fitzpatrick say the incident would 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!
Wanker... Wanker...
Wanker... Wanker... Wanker...
- I'd say so. - Wanker...
All right, gentlemen,
Wanker... Wanker...
Silence!
Gentle men...
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.
Hi, Mom.
- How are you feeling? - For a sick person,
I couldn't be any healthier.
Don't worry.
Give me a kiss, Babe.
Oh, what's wrong, doom and gloom?
What 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.
And if you want to blame anyone...
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 has happened.
- I'll check her pulse. - We need oxygen, stat!
Hiya, Ralph.
Hi, Mr. Karl.
How's your mom?
The say 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 if you want to. They just don't get out as much as they used to.
Yes?
Good evening, Mr. Collins.
I've come to pick up Claire.
Uh, you have? For what?
Our date. What time would you like her home by?
Uh...
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.
Well, they didn't really have to drain the pool.
- After all, the chlorine would kill the... - Ralph?
Uh, we need to talk.
Ahem.. alone.
Uh...
I didn't really think you'd show. I mean,
- after the... - The what?
The pool.
Oh, yeah.
Well...
I'm sorry, I 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 remind me of the whites of your eyes.
Thanks.
Claire has clearly decided to put the Great Wall of China defence 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'll take a miracle to wake her up.
A miracle?
I had no idea.
She was already pretty weak, Ralph.
Christ, Alice.
I'm sorry.
So, St. 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 the stigmata. Juste like Christ, he bled.
- Do you need to be a saint? - What? For what?
To produce a miracle.
Uh... no.
It's 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 prayers, 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?
Uh...
technically, yes.
A word with 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 the 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.
Father Hibbert?
What is it, Mr. Walker?
Producing a miracle is possible?
Flying to the Moon is possible, but it's never going to happen.
Phew... I can see what you mean.
Hills on the way over were pretty brutal.
Uh, 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.
And I was wondering if we were all going,
because I'd really like to see Boston.
- Will we be 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?
All right, gentlemen, on your marks.
OK, then, let's run some hills!
- What's wrong with that kid? - Who knows?
But I hear they're going to put him into an orphanage when his mother dies.
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?
Leave some room for the Holy Spirit, Mr. Walker.
Aaghhhh...!
Oof!
Ralph... Ralph.
Run Boston, Ralph.
Run Boston, and it'll be a miracle.
Are you OK?
Is he all right?
I was having a moment with God.
He was giving me some instructions.
Huh... Mr. Jones, take Mr. Walker to the nurse's office, please.
Mr. Walker, an unsolicited visit... for once.
I heard about your head injury from Father Gregg.
We must be vigilant about temptation.
Uh... Father? I just wanted to ask you a question,
since you're 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.
Well, 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 her coma... it doesn't work like that.
How does it work?
Why would he ask you?
Well, 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.
- 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's 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 unsure about it 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.
Uh, Mrs. Scarlet, Ralph Walker.
Hello. Can I talk to you for a second?
I need some advice in religion,
specifically stuff of a miraculous nature.
Miracles? Why?
So, tell me again. What did God look like?
Uh, 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, 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're 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.
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.
So, give it all you've got.
You're slowing down! Come on, Ralph!
Chester... stop!
God damn it!
Aghhh...
Oh, shit!
Sorry. Are you all right?
Oh... yeah.
Um, 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 has 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. Kopolous doesn't want me to have her dog's business.
When you get out of your coma, I'm sure you'll hear all about it.
What are you doing?
Uh, nothing.
I read that smell is the strongest memory.
So, you're making your mom smell that?
Yeah. Well, I started with my dad's old sweater,
but that didn't work.
So, I moved on.
- What's this? - It might help with the miracle.
You know, reading about Catholics who got it right.
Thanks.
It was an Easter present
from Sister Bernadette last year. It's been blessed.
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?
♪ I'm looking out across the way to her old abode ♪
♪ It'd sure be good to see her again ♪
♪ Comin' up the road ♪
♪ Oh, the world cannot defeat us when ♪
♪ got a hand to hold ♪
♪ And how the stars will greet us then ♪
♪ Comin' up... ♪
My, ha! Are you all right, Mr. Walker?
Uh, I'm fine, Father.
Thanks.
What's this for?
I got that from the library.
Ha, well.
You look like a runner.
- I do? - You do.
Thanks.
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?
I think, as a rule...
But let's talk about that later.
All right, I'm asking...
What's with the outfit?
Well, 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'd you do in the 1936 Olympics?
- What did you say? - You ran the 1936 Olympic Marathon
- for Canada. - No, I didn't.
- 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,
I'm just a little light-headed,
that's all.
Ralph!
You fainted.
Yeah, I'm fine.
I might have run too far today.
You run?
Cross-country?
No, the marathon.
The marathon?
Oh.
I used to train with the Finnish Marathoners.
You were a runner?
No, uh, I was
a Canadian nurse on overseas assignment
and amateur bobsledder.
If you're serious about training, come over some time,
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 on 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, uh, rubbing your knees with sandpaper
until they bleed, and then kneeling down in a pan of alcohol to pray?
What grit paper?
Ahh... agghhhh!
The runner will ensure he eats at least 6,000 calories a day.
I thought I had a big appetite.
What's with the gluttony?
I'm training to win the Boston Marathon.
It's actually true.
You think you can perform a miracle?
Yeah.
Weirdo.
Running backwards is the best way
to strengthen calf and hamstring muscles,
- What do you think that kid is doing? - I have absolutely no idea.
Hmm... Isn't that the kid with the mother in the coma?
He was caught strangling his chicken in the pool.
That's the one.
Ralph, it's not like you'll permanently going to deep freeze your dick.
Chester, think about it... the martyrs swam in the St. Lawrence
during winter to purify themselves... Why can't I?
God damn it!
Well, that's the sin of blasphemy.
Come on! Lift the weight!
- Sorry. - Be a man.
Be a man. Be a man.
The runner should always stare straight ahead.
Looking behind him
is a sure sign of weakness.
You know, you can 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.
Don't tell me you're planning on running the whole race.
I was going to ask you the same thing, Granddad,
Runners to the mark! Three, two, one...
Slow down, kid.
You'll never last 10 miles at that pace.
There's only one way to find out.
- Who's that kid? - I've never seen him before.
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.
Especially when your legs ache from training,
putting in the miles is essential to self-improvement.
Stop.
How many miles a week are you running?
60.
- That'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.
That'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-Hmm. 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 have 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.
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. Look, 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.
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's a rational explanation for all this.
- You still watching my back? - Yes.
Keep your arms relaxed. Shake them out.
- How's your breathing? - Fine.
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 redline all you want,
but you never go past the breaking point until the final sprint.
All right? You ok?
- I'm fine. - OK.
Jog easy for five minutes, 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 Walk..." - 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's fiction?
No, not at all, Father.
Then what am I missing?
I've seen their graves.
Section 16 and row 12, plot six.
Holy Sepulchre Cemetery.
Oh... You mean my dad's parents.
I thought you were talking about my mom's.
And where do they live?
Ireland.
Then 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.
So, what are you giving up for lent?
Self-abuse.
Impossible.
If you could do that, you'd have your miracle.
Uh, Chester...
Fritz knows the notes are fake.
- Oh, shit. - Ahem...
You didn't tell him it was me?
Don't be an idiot.
Fritz has no idea who wrote them.
I'm done. My penmanship will sink me.
I'm in a life that might sink me.
♪ Good night Moon ♪
♪ Good night stars ♪
♪ Good night all ♪
♪ Broke down cars ♪
♪ I'm going 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.
♪ ...at 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.
Whoa...
You look great. How do you feel?
Like I could eat mountains.
I know that feeling.
So, why'd you quit running?
Ahh... Two weeks before Berlin, I got injured.
My knee went out.
There was 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 would 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 the last day I ever ran.
Why?
They told me Basilians don't run.
Should have joined the Jesuits.
♪ Good night Moon ♪
♪ Good night stars ♪
♪ Good night all ♪
♪ Broke down cars ♪
♪ I'm going away ♪
♪ Leaving soon ♪
♪ Good night Darling ♪
♪ Good night Moon ♪
♪ Good night Darling ♪
♪ Good night Moon ♪
Not one day of missed running in the last 42.
I now can bench press almost a hundred pounds,
stay under water for almost five minutes.
Mom, I think we're closing in on miracle country.
Sorry it's going to take so long.
My mom says she saw you running in Dundas.
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 Chidren'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 ounce had
my welfare in mind.
Grade nine 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 Caecilius, Lucretia
and their stupid, stupid dog Grumio.
Good day, Father.
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.
All right, let's get this over with.
- Ready? - Yeah.
Set...
Run.
Reach, reach, reach, reach, reach...
Good.
4:46. Not bad.
Run.
4:51. Very good.
Go.
4:33. Number 10. You're half way there, Ralph.
Pick it up, you're falling off pace. Pick it up.
4:56.
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 without me.
Why?
You'll get more out of the Moon alone.
Stay on pace.
Be a martyr, be a martyr.
Relax your arms, Ralph.
You heard me, relax your arms.
See? I told you it worked.
4:25.2.
That's your fastest mile of the 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 would be able to make that workout.
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? - Runners ready?
- I suppose I am. - Set...
You'll never finish.
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?
Well, I wouldn't exactly call it coaching-more like...
steering him in the right direction if he...
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?
But, 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 that's the reason he is still a student here!
I'm trying to help the boy.
He'll be put in a home as soon as the paperwork is done.
Thank you.
That's all, Father Hibbert.
Yes, Father.
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.
Ohhh... Ahh...
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'd never mention miracles...
Hmm?
"I'm convinced winning the Boston Marathon
is the miracle my mother will need to get out of her coma."
We had a 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 saying.
Thanks.
I'll sell the remaining stuff from the house
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've set yourself up
to be the laughingstock of Hamilton... Trust me...
People are talking.
Chester, I honestly don't care what anybody's 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 in 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!
Hello?
Ralph, it's Claire.
I was wondering if you wanted to go to Holy Thursday mass with me?
You know, work on your praying.
Holy Thursday? Let me see.
Yes, I believe I'm free. Thanks.
Don't you just love Holy Week?
♪ I met this girl ♪
♪ She was walking through 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 ♪
♪ 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 lost ♪
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.
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.
Well, it won't.
I know...
I know.
Oh, honey.
♪ The Moon's nothing more ♪
♪ Than the air ♪
♪ Don't tell me you see faces ♪
♪ Up there ♪
♪ A voice now calling my name ♪
♪ A whisper a yell ♪
♪ It all sounds the same ♪
♪ 'cause they're the same three words ♪
♪ I've prayed before ♪
♪ Only now you're gone, ♪
♪ I need them more ♪
♪ St. Peters gate keeper stands tall ♪
♪ And I hear God's soldiers at the wall ♪
♪ At night attempting to hear ♪
♪ The sky holds the song ♪
♪ I can't voice ♪
♪ The fear ♪
♪ 'Cause they're the same three words ♪
♪ I've prayed before ♪
♪ Only now you're gone ♪
♪ I need them more ♪
Where's the boy?
Thank you.
No problem.
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 at Chester's house.
Thanks, Father.
Am I correct in assuming that your Boston Marathon quest is over?
Well, you're 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 damn it... 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.
Father Hibbert?
Father Fitzpatrick.
I, uh, 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 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 now, Father, my answer...
would be no. No, I never did.
So, I am 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.
A ticket to Boston, please.
Hmff... 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 CHCH Radio starting at noon.
Oddsmakers give him an outside chance, at best."
Screw it! He's got more than an outside chance.
"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 coma."
"Former marathoning great, Father George Hibbert,
"who has been coaching Ralph Walker for the past few months,
"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. Are you ready?
Mostly.
Do 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 half way,
I can solve you purity problem.
How?
Do you promise?
Yes...
And I mean it this time.
Ahem... All right.
All I have to do is hear you 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.
Shall 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.
Don't worry about it.
Most marathoners will tell you, around Mile 20,
they start praying for any kind of help they can get.
♪ I've heard there was a secret chord ♪
♪ That David played that pleased the Lord ♪
♪ You don't really care for music ♪
♪ Do ya ♪
♪ It goes like this ♪
♪ The fourth the fifth ♪
♪ The minor fall the major lift ♪
♪ The baffled king composing Hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah ♪
♪ You faith was strong but you needed proof ♪
♪ You saw her bathing on the roof ♪
♪ Her beauty and her moonlight ♪
♪ Overthrew ya ♪
♪ She tied you to a kitchen chair ♪
♪ She broke your throne and she cut your hair ♪
♪ And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah ♪
...though for the moment the skies are holding, and so...
Welcome to the 53rd running of the Boston Marathon...
One of the world's most prestigious foot races.
Our field is strong this year and, given the current
cool conditions, ripe for a fast time.
They are bunched at the line and Hopkins...
♪ You say I took the name in vain ♪
♪ I don't even know the name ♪
♪ But if I did well really ♪
♪ What's it to ya ♪
♪ There's a blaze of light in every word ♪
♪ It doesn't matter which you heard ♪
♪ The Holy or the broken ♪
♪ Hallelujah ♪
...I repeat, the race is under way.
...and after five miles, there's a large group
of 20 or so runners. In there are all the favourites,
including the great John Bannon...
The defending champ... the Finn,
John Halverson, Chris Fox from Maryland,
Edward Croggen from California...
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.
...not a 3-mile foot race,
though the Boston Irish contingent...
What's going on, Miss Roddy?
Who's in there? Open this door!
Open up!
Who's in there? Open up!
Open up!
"I'm not coming out."
I knew he was the forger.
Mr. Jones!
Open up this door immediately.
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 1-5-7. Let me see...
Ralph Walker from Canada,
age... 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 Monohan
and this kid Walker.
The sun has come out again...
Mr. Jones!
It's no use.
The P.A. Room used to be the school safe.
You'd have to dynamite it open.
Don't tempt me. Get it open.
...miles, and are about to round
the Natick Town Column with Bannon in the lead.
Halverson and Monohan are still very much in the race,
- as is Ralph Walker... - You look fantastic.
Be patient! Be patient! Stay exactly where you are!
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 Ed Davies,
20 years ago.
The weather has cleared, but rain still threatens.
The pack continues to remain tightly bunched and there's plenty
of jostling for position. I've just got word
that Fox has bumped Walker in an attempt to get to the lead.
The kid was hit hard, but has surged 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 Monohan.
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. Bannon is moving.
I've got a report his head is down. 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 redline.
You can do it, Ralph!
You can do it, Ralph. You can do it, it'll be a miracle.
Come on. Run, Walker... Run!
Run!!
...five yards clear of Walker,
Now 10... Walker's marathon...
Run!
...he can't have anything left at this point.
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.
Both 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 has pulled even again.
He's not backing down one inch 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 after 26 miles.
- Who would believe it? - Run, you bastard, run.
The kid has got legs, but can he hold on?
This just might be the closest Boston finish in history.
Walker and Bannon, step for step!
Bannon straining. I've never seen him look this tired.
The crowds are going crazy. The noise is deafening.
They've been waiting hours for this.
Walker surges, Walker surges.
He has a half-step on Bannon.
No. Bannon answers.
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
is now taking the lead. They're closing in
- on the finish line... - Win it.
...coming down the stretch, 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.
♪ Remember when ♪
♪ I moved in you ♪
♪ The Holy Dove ♪
♪ Was moving too ♪
♪ And every breath we drew ♪
♪ was Hallelujah ♪
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.
♪ I did my best ♪
♪ It wasn't much ♪
♪ I couldn't feel ♪
♪ So I tried to touch ♪
♪ I've told the truth ♪
♪ I didn't come ♪
♪ to fool ya ♪
♪ And even though ♪
♪ it all went wrong ♪
♪ I'll stand before ♪
♪ the Lord of song ♪
♪ With nothing on my tongue ♪
♪ But Hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah ♪
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.
Ralph Walker defied me, and you defied me.
He followed his heart.
Walker, Walker, Walker...
I spoke to the press this morning about your instrumental role
in Mr. Walker marathoning success.
Probably wouldn't look too good if I had to turn around
and tell them you kicked St. Magnus's most famous student out.
No, probably not.
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. ♪ Everything felt wrong ♪
♪ 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 venal sin, not a mortal one.
- God works in mysterious ways. - He does.
Father Hibbert?
Mr. Walker.
I was wondering what your running plans are for the future.
Well, what are your coaching plans?
That depends.
Well, the Olympics are next year
and I suppose I intend to win them.
Well, if we're not chasing after miracles, what's the point, eh?
I couldn't agree with you more.
Ralph?