The Man Who Could Work Miracles

THE MAN WHO COULD MAKE MIRACLES

Our brother, the Giver of Power is down there...

playing again with your planet.

The little planet under the Sun, which has living beings?

Let's see what he does.

Can not you leave those animals quiet?

Those men?

What more foolish beings, swarming around.

How is it that the Master tolerates them?

They are unfortunately small and weak.

But I like them.

What is good?

Crush them?

If they were not weak, they would not give so much pain.

But their lives are so short and their efforts so poor...

If they had power, they would not be better.

I'll try.

I will give you all the power I can.

Do not do it. As a Giver you can bestow power without measure.

What if those stupid humans, mangy and ruinous...

able only to breathe and walk, come to our stars?

You will see.

Will you give them all the power?

Yes.

But, unlimited power?

Power for everything?

There is a limit on the power that I can grant.

This was arranged by the Master.

That sandy matter of each, unattainable by power:

The soul, the individuality, that great mystery...

that only the Master can control.

His will, as such, is free.

But the rest, every situation, every circumstance, is mine.

Do not give them all power. Before, try a pair.

Maybe it will not work.

Try one and find out what is in the human heart.

Why not?

Then we would see.

Any type.

They all seem pretty.

I will choose one at random.

Hello, Mr. Fotheringay.

Hello, Mr. Fotheringay. Goodnight.

Hello, Mr. Fotheringay. Hi, Mrs. Maybridge.

- As usual? - Please.

- We talked about miracles. - Yes?

You will not believe in miracles, but I will.

Not to do so is to question the basis of religion.

Mr. Beamish, there are miracles and miracles.

Exactly. So...

We must make clear what a miracle is, you understand?

According to some, dawn every day is a miracle.

That we believe some.

It's not what I call a miracle.

I think a miracle is something...

contrary to the normal course of nature...

performed by an act of will.

Something that would not take place, without a concrete will.

You will say that.

It will have its own definition. What do you think, sir?

Good...

- Mr. Cox? - I do not meddle.

Well, I agree:

Something contrary to the normal course of nature.

Let's say that's the way it is. And that?

Well, for example:

Let's take...

That lamp.

In the normal course of nature...

I could not be turned upside down. Or if?

- You will say that. - And you?

Will not you say it would be possible?

It would not be possible, okay. Very good. So...

Yes.

Someone arrives, for example, I...

and he stands, let's say, here. Go?

He tells the lamp, like me...

with all his willpower... I'm doing.

I'm playing clean.

He says: "Hey, you."

Turn around without falling and it's still on ".

What the hell?

It's not possible.

I can not hold it anymore.

It's going to fall!

Mr. Fotheringay...

or explain this trick, or kick him out!

How did he do it? I should be on the street!

Out of the Long Dragon once and for all!

You must pay for your beer.

You must also pay for the lampshade and fireplace screen.

He has done it with wires.

I know what happened to the lamp, the same as you.

I swear that... Come on, Mr. Wizard!

I want you to stop bothering me. Get out before I kick you out!

Come on!

Come on! Long! I have not touched it!

I do not understand what happened.

But, what happened?

Mr. Cox did not have to be so violent.

I did not want the lamp to get angry.

It was by saying "Hey, you"...

when he turned around.

Hey you.

Stand up 30 centimeters.

George McWhirter Fotheringay, do not lose your head.

It will not fall if you do not drop it.

Good...

It's still on, do not loose wax and...

now, turn around.

How were you, on the table.

Wow! It is a miracle!

A miracle, gosh!

I could make a lot of money with a trick like that...

in the variety theater.

I guess I could do it with almost everything.

The table, yes.

Above!

Now, below.

Now, the bed.

Above!

Do not crash with the ground. Slow down.

It is willpower, hypnotism and such.

Let's see...

This.

Become something greater.

In a magician's hat.

Let's do something.

Ready and...

Come on! Let there be a kitten below.

Ladies and gentlemen, a healthy kitten.

Hears! Pussycat, pussycat...

You can not get in there below. These cats!

If it destroys everything, I will be well employed.

Pussycat, pussycat...

Come here.

Damn you, animal!

Filthy pincer!

That's! Become a pin cushion!

I have you.

Now, disappear!

And you will be an extinguisher again, period.

I should be careful.

Already.

Scratches...

Cure!

I could be doing miracles all night.

Wow! Both! I will be late to the store.

I have to get rid of this garbage.

All right.

Milagros, fade away!

Only the end of the candle remains.

Come, stop.

It has been a dream!

What the hell?

Disappear!

Geez, it's true!

I will not do more.

At least, not today.

Better to meditate it.

It will not work.

This of miracles from your hands without knowing you...

No, Mr. George McWhirter Fotheringay.

It will not bring you more than problems.

What about Mr. Fotheringay, Ada?

Do not be vulgar, Mr. Stoker.

I do not get along, I do not deal with him.

Not with him or with anyone.

Ya, you have everyone behind you and do nothing to remedy it.

What are you going to tell me?

You just pretend to be jealous, Bill.

You have no reasons.

Hello, Miss Hooper. And your arm?

It does not hurt much if it is in a sling and I do not use it.

I wear the sling to remember.

How hungry I am today. I wish it was time to eat.

I don't feel like eating. Are you feeling bad?

I feel freckled.

I'm all full of freckles. I have two more.

The powders are useless. I could dust myself whole.

Further...

He does not like. It gets very unfriendly.

Well, nothing happens.

What has no cure, must be supported.

Look who gossips from the cotton section.

You do well to ignore him. You're not capable, I know.

Yes, I could. But I do not want.

Two are company and three are multitude. I'm going.

You do not come long to see the haberdashery, Mr. Fotheringay.

The new attraction of the costumes section, I suppose.

We all know.

My heart belongs to this section, Ms. Hooper.

- For real? - Yes

Maggie, I've been wanting to talk to you all day.

Well, all morning.

- For real? - Seriously.

Maggie, something...

Something strange has happened to me. He has neither feet nor head.

Have you been given money or have you won the lottery?

Do not.