All language subtitles for yungpope8

Lenny: Lord almighty,

now that you have our beloved dussolier
in your arms,

ipray to you,

remind him of that afternoon

when we ran away together
from the orphanage.

Remind him of the fear and freedom
we felt on that rainy afternoon.

And reassure him, there's nothing wrong.

Freedom and fear are always together,

like an old married couple,

each willing to die for the other.

Remind him of sister Mary at age 20,

her hair flowing and blonde
and drenched in sunlight

as she ran and sank baskets.

Remind him of that indelible,
archaic picture of beauty

that so stirred us, in silence.

Now I know very well

that neither he nor I
will ever forget that picture.

Remind him, lord almighty,

of all our endless late-night conversations

in that big one-room dormitory,

under the blankets,

how we whispered in secret
about our one and only

inexhaustible topic of discussion...

Our future.

We were children then,
that's what children do.

They paint the future in colors
that reality can never know.

Remind him not to grieve
over all our shattered dreams.

We wanted to live the lives
of the great baseball player,

the elderly gas station attendant
on the county road,

the heroic soldier,

the low-life New York musician,

the fireman,

the blue-water sailor.

Remind him not to weep
when he remembers that instead

we lived only the simple,
drab life of the priest.

Such a strange life.

A life of hope and prayer that you,

lord almighty,

really do exist

and might think about us.

(Muffled whooshing)

(Water bubbling)

(Panting)

Amen.

(Instrumental rock version
of all along the watchtower)

Oh!

(Exhales sharply)

(Grunting)

(Back cracks)

(Groaning)

(Grunting)

Sancta Maria, mater dei.

(Thud)

(Sobbing)

(Jet engines whooshing)

Where do they go,
the airplanes we never take?

I always wonder the same thing
every time I see one.

I always think
they go to places I've never been.

(Cell phone chimes)

They go somewhere else.

Lenny: Tell me about the blessed juana.

She is revered in Guatemala

and across all of Central America.

She died at the age of 18 and of leukemia,

and on her deathbed, she said,

"all the world will be infatuated with me

"because all my life,
I have been infatuated with the world."

What did the blessed juana do
to deserve canonization?

Well, she cared for sick children
in the hospitals,

and in order to alleviate their suffering,

she would tell them fairy tales
that she thought up herself,

very amusing ones, apparently,

and always with the same protagonist,

the Madonna.

I like this. Go on.

But these fairy tales gave more
than a smile to the sick children.

Many of these children,

just a few days after listening
to juana's fairy tales,

recovered from terminal illness.

And they recovered
with a smile on their face.

All of the cured children,

when they were asked whether
they had any idea

why they felt better or were healed,
gave the same answer,

"the Madonna made us laugh."

That's a wonderful story, your eminence.

Yes, holy father, it's a wonderful story.

Beautiful.

If only it were true.

But, holy father, it... it is true.

All right, let me think about it.
I'll let you know my answer soon.

Tell me about your calling.

(Wind whooshing)

(Birds calling)

Sister Mary: Holy father,
the announcement of your orders

making abortion unforgiveable
has unleashed the femen,

and they're protesting everywhere.

Underneath the Eiffel Tower,

in the European parliament,
even in St. Peter's square.

I don't want to talk about people
who strip naked

in order to protest against something.

The death of Andrew...

You weren't to blame.

Oh, yes, I was.

- Lenny: Valente.
- Holy father?

I'm so tired.

(Helicopter rotors whirring)

(Door opens)

Sofia: Here I am, holy father.

Make yourself comfortable.

- You have a good trip?
- Oh, I just love helicopters.

They make me feel
like I'm having an adventure.

Mmm.

Young people like you love adventures.

Holy father, may I remind you
that we're the same age?

We used to be the same age.

I was so surprised and happy to hear
that you wanted to see me.

I, too, was surprised to learn
that I needed to see you.

(Grunts)

Oh, not wanted but needed.

Weigh your words carefully, holy father.

I'm really tired.

You know that?

If you will allow me,
holy father, you're not tired.

You're grieving and struggling with guilt

over the death of your closest friend,

cardinal dussolier.

What did you want to talk to me about,
holy father?

Lenny: What are we doing wrong?

Oh, it's very simple.

We've failed to follow
the eternal, unchanging principle

of the carrot and the stick.

The carrot and the stick.

We brought the stick,
but forgot the carrot.

What do you mean by carrot?

- An opening.
- What do you mean by an opening?

A speech about love and a pastoral voyage.

I don't like to travel,
and you know perfectly well

I don't like to be seen.

I never said that
you have to let yourself be seen.

As for traveling, everyone dislikes
traveling until they actually go on a trip.

Then they like it, don't they?

Where are you thinking of dragging me?

To Africa.

To celebrate the 30th anniversary

of the foundation of sister antonia's
first village of goodness.

The first of the 250 villages of goodness.

The largest multinational of charity.

Sister antonia calls my office
an average of 14 times a day

to repeat her invitation.

She'd gladly saw off one of her arms
to get you to come, holy father.

Well, you just tell her to get to sawing
and then I'll be around, sooner or later.

So, what do you say?

I'm not particularly
fond of sister antonia.

And what's more,
several cardinals have told me

she has a close and friendly relationship
with halitosis.

This doesn't strike me as the right idea
to settle the problems we have.

- As you wish, holy father.
- What I really wish is to go back to Rome.

I'm not a man who's
comfortable on vacation.

All intelligent men
are uncomfortable in vacation.

By the way,
something that may possibly cheer you up.

Elmore Coen, your favorite author,
is on vacation in Rome.

He stated in an interview with the press
that he'd like to meet you.

Might that be of interest to you?

I've always wanted to meet elmore Coen.

(Crickets chirping)

(Helicopter rotors whirring)

What became...

Of the roller-skating children?

I've loved all your books, Mr. Coen.

It's an immense honor for me to meet you.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves,
your holiness.

After all, you're the pope.

- I had heard you wanted to meet me too.
- How could I not?

You are the most mysterious man
of these first few decades of the century.

What writer wouldn't want to meet you?

You writers are all so
obsessed with mystery.

You men of the cloth... (Laughs)

Don't kid around either.

Writers and men of the cloth
are the same that way.

They can't afford to solve the mystery,
because the next day, they become irrelevant.

Writing is the one way I've found
of concealing my boundless ignorance.

It's a fraud, really.

A way of gaining acceptance from the world

and especially from women... (Laughs)

Who are my one and only real interest.

Oh, forgive me. I've been inappropriate.

Not at all.

Laymen always think
we priests are scandalized

by even the slightest things,

whereas the truth is the exact opposite.

We're never scandalized.

No profession has to deal with sin
on such a continual basis as ours.

The confessional is our operating room.

Just as surgeons have no fear of blood,

so we priests no longer are afraid
of scandal and sin.

How do you survive without women?

An easy answer.

The foolish ones go with women on the sly.

The wise ones long ago understood

the degree to which sex,
as a source of pleasure,

is overvalued in our society.

Your holiness, with a few words,

you have just razed to the ground
three-quarters of my literary production.

I've almost always written about sex
as the motor that drives the world.

And you were right,
but you don't write about motors that purr.

You write about motors
that break down continuously.

And they should've given you
a nobel prize for it 20 years ago.

Ah, it's true.

Unfortunately they've got into the habit

of giving it only to
those who don't want it.

Have you ever had a girlfriend,
your holiness?

Certainly.

I've only ever had one,
and I remember everything about her,

whereas you Mr. Coen,
have probably had thousands

and don't remember a thing about them.

(Laughing) I only remember

certain perverse and lustful details.

If you remember those,

that's probably because
we're continually lecturing you

about how wrong it is to remember them.

- How do you feel?
- Spencer: Sick.

They've found something wrong with me,
only they're not sure what it is.

Perhaps god has entered you.

Spencer: More than likely, it's the devil.

Are you going to resign?

I'm not going to resign.

Spencer: That only makes me feel worse.

Lenny: You're never gonna be pope, Michael.

Get used to it.

I'm the pope,

and I'm gonna remain
pope till the day I die.

Because I'm curious to see
how it all turns out.

You don't believe in god.

- What did you say?
- I said you don't believe in god.

I was 50 years old myself once, you know.

I had my own crisis of faith.

Like all priests.

Second calling is more challenging
and more fraught than the first.

You no longer have to deal
with the enthusiasm of youth.

Now, you must grapple with disenchantment

and the limitations of the rational.

You don't believe in god,

but that shouldn't upset you.

Even though you are pope.

There's still another path

that will allow you to find the people
and things you're looking for,

even if you can't see it now.

Because all you can see before you now

are your own doubts and the darkness.

Please show me the other path.

I beg you.

Spencer: If I show it to you,

then the adventure is over.

Don't you see, Lenny?

Your life,

your papacy,

is an unforgettable adventure.

You truly are my spiritual father.

The best a priest could hope to have.

Michael, what must I do
to restore the church's fate?

Go to venice

and Bury two empty coffins.

Lenny: Gloria patri et
filio et spiritui sancto,

requiem aeternam dona eis, domine.

Requiescant in pace.

Dominus vobiscum.

Sit nomen domini benedictum.

Adiutorium nostrum
in nomine domini.

Benedicat vos ompipotens deus,

pater,

et filius

et spiritus sanctus.

Now...

Next Sunday,

we won't see each other,
my dear, devoted faithful.

I have to take a trip.

(Crowd murmuring)

Lenny: I've decided to visitafrica

to celebrate the 30th anniversary

of the foundation of sister antonia 's

first village of goodness.

(Crowd murmuring)

I know. I know you wanted him, not me.

- When will he come out?
- I'll tell you right away

so you can get it out of your mind.

He is not coming out.

What does that mean, he's not coming out?

In that case, why are we bothering
to all travel together on the same flight?

- Uh, to feel he's closer.
- Sofie, you know perfectly well

that this bullshit won't sell anymore.

Boys, what can I tell you?
He's not coming out.

That's the official version.

Then I... I couldn't say.
Anything could happen.

One thing pius xiii
certainly doesn't lack is unpredictability.

Take this trip.
In two hours, he told us, we are going.

And we put the whole thing together
at the speed of light.

But I'm gonna ask him
a really important question.

Not right now, you're not.

But why won't he come out?
What is he doing?

- He's praying.
- And we're praying too. That he'll talk to us.

We've been praying for months now.

- So what prayer is he praying?
- (All snickering)

My dear boy, I still can't
read the holy father's mind.

Well, he's not praying out loud.
With this pope, that constitutes news.

I have an important question to ask him.

I understand, Jennifer,
but he's not coming out.

Prince abadi has prepared the stadium
for the pope's public speech.

Will he go?

Will he allow himself to be seen
in public for the first time?

He said he will.
In any case, I'll keep you informed, okay?

Sofie, when am I gonna be able
to ask my question?

I don't know, Jennifer.

Holy father!

Reliable sources say

that the kurtwell investigation's
at a standstill.

They say that you sent a man
with no experience

to conduct that investigation

because you don't actually
want to investigate.

And there's a very
specific reason for that.

Kurtwell is blackmailing you.

Is that true, holy father?

And what is kurtwell
blackmailing you about?

What does kurtwell know
about you that we don't?

- (All shouting)
- (Plane rumbling)

(Dishes clattering)

(Rumbling)

(Engines whooshing)

(Lively drumbeats playing)

(Xylophones playing)

(Singers chanting)

(Camera shutters clicking)

(Camera shutters clicking)

(Singers whistle and chanting)

Soldier: Stay where you are!
Nobody moves!

- Stay where you are!
- (Chanting)

Hey, people, stay where you are!

Stay where you are! Nobody moves!

Stay where you are! Don't move!

Don't move! Stay where you are!

(Cheers and applause)

(Both speaking Italian)

- Eminence, what a pleasure to see you
after all these years.

- The pleasure is all mine, mother antonia.
- The holy father?

- He'll get out as soon as you
hand over your phone.

- Are you joking, eminence?
- I want a picture with the pope.

- We're not joking, and there won't be any
picture with the pope. So what shall we do?

- Do you think I went to all this trouble
to not even get a picture with the pope?

It's out of the question.

- Mother, the holy father
is waiting there in the car.

- This isn't fair, and
it's not equal treatment.

- Do you think it's plausible to expect
equal treatment from the pope?

- I don't like the attitude of pius xiii
toward a woman like me

who's given so much to the church.

- Mother,

don't forget the law of reciprocity.

The holy father might dislike
your attitude too.

- Now try to make a small effort
of peering into the future.

Who would have
the worst of it in this contest?

- I have influential philanthropist
friends all over the world.

- While the pope
doesn't even have one friend.

And yet it would take him just 20 minutes
to shut down all 250 villages of goodness.

And believe me,
I've come to know him very well.

If he wants to do it, he'll do it.

Now be a good girl and give me your phone.

And one more thing.

A little gift from the pope.

Take one.

Wait. No.

Better take two.

(Cheers and applause)

Let's go!

This is our church.

Next to it is the dormitory.

The health care clinic.

The dental clinic.

The elementary school.

The catechism school.

The cafeteria.

And the administrative offices.

(Speaking Swahili)

- Enough, enough.

Enough, enough.

Enough, enough.

Enough, enough.

Enough.

Enough, enough.

Enough.

(Indistinct chatter)

(Speaking Swahili)

- How many times have I told you not
to use that water?

It's not healthy!

Not all that glitters is gold.

That water is dangerous.

It can cause fluorosis, anemia,

joint pains, dental
disease, and kidney failure.

The main problem afflicting this area

has to do with a supply
of safe, clean drinking water.

Our benefactors send us
huge quantities of clean water,

but the bureaucracy,
the soldiers, and the gangs

hijack it illegally and
keep it for themselves.

This is a very ingenious system
designed by a Dutch company,

which donated it to us.

The water condenses on the glass
and then drips into containers.

There are times when we manage to collect

as much as three liters a day.

Would you like some water to drink,
your holiness?

No, thanks.

(Roberto murolo's
era de magg/o on radio)

Lenny: Forgive me,
father, for! Have sinned.

I met this famous American author.

What a tempter.

He said he remembered only the perverse
and lustful details of women.

Now I can't seem to do anything but
remember my own very few of that nature.

You might say to me, "which ones?"

When I met that girl in California
on a beach more than 30 years ago.

She told me,

"you can touch my legs."

It's become an obsessive
and very unhealthy thought.

Also, even though it was in good faith,

I never even realized I was doing it.

I must have sinned with Esther,
Peter, and little pius.

They left the Vatican
without saying goodbye to me.

Just vanished.

Now I can't seem to sleep at night,

because I'm thinking about
the photo that they left behind.

A photo I thought mattered to them.

A photo of me holding
little pius in my arms.

And at times like this, I feel guilty,

because I should be thinking
about my only true friend,

Andrew dussolier,

dead because of me.

And yet I've already stopped
feeling guilty about it.

This enormous burden swept away
by a tiny morsel of guilt.

How strange the human soul can be.

Isn't that true, father?

Finally, father, the world.

Pity.

Compassion.

Forgiveness.

All these Christian virtues
the world no longer attributes to me.

Can they be right?

Am I cruel?

All I know is, everything I do,
I do for the love of god.

And that's all.

My penitence, father?

My penitence, father?

Do you speak English?

You couldn't have told me before?

You just let me rattle on like an idiot
for the past ten minutes?

Lenny: "Sister antonia hides the water

"and she uses it
to control the sick and the nuns.

"In exchange for a few glasses of water,

"she demands favors.

"Obscene acts and
filth I could never repeat.

"I beg you, please,
father, only you can help us."

Accipite et bibite

6x eo omnes.

Haec quotiescumque feceritis,

in Mei memoriam facietis.

(Bell ringing)

I have to tell you something, holy father.

Your eminence, I don't want
to hear any more bad news.

You might not believe
it, but for the first time,

I have a piece of good news to give you.

Let's hear it then.

The simple fact that you have announced
your first pastoral visit

and the prospect of your first
public appearance

have resulted in a 12% increase
in the number of requests

to take part in your
next mass at St. Peter's.

A morbid curiosity prompted by absence.

Your eminence, as an orphan,

I'm very familiar with this.

Holy father, will you appear here in Africa
for the first time?

You once asked me who I really am.

- Lenny: Do you remember that?
- Certainly.

I'm just a man. That's the answer.

Voiello: That's not all.

Your holiness, you are the church.

Voiello: How wonderful.

And to think that there are still people
who believe that god doesn't exist.

What was that American journalist
on the plane referring to?

Oh, probably just one of the many slanders
making the rounds about the holy father.

Kurtwell and belardo know each other
because they both worked in New York.

And that's all.

(Sighs)

Oh, I... um...

- Forgive me.
- No.

The civil war in this country,
practically speaking, has never stopped.

It's hard to even come up with an estimate
of the number of dead.

The arrival of the holy father
has been particularly useful

because it at least forced
the sides to call a truce.

My fear is that as soon as his holiness
leaves this land of ours,

the warring bands will go back
to slaughtering each otherjust like before.

Prince abadi is a good man.

He's a great philanthropist,
generous with us,

and he does what he
can to halt the violence,

but without international aid,
the task is daunting.

I'd use my words with care, mother antonia.

The UN denounces abadi

as a ferocious torturer
and old-school dictator.

That's why there has been
no international aid.

Your eminence,
I've been in this place for many years.

Prince abadi is a good man.

The United Nations has been
in this place for some time too.

Prince abadi is a good man.

The question here is, what exactly
does it mean to be a good person?

Let's take you, for
instance, sister antonia.

Are you a good person?

I believe I am.

Don't be in such a hurry.

Think carefully.

I try to live in accordance
with Christian values.

Lenny: Which ones?

You can use Christian values
for all kinds of purposes.

A good person is somebody
who puts himself last.

Who renounces his own temptations
and needs,

working only for the interests of others.

Now, think carefully and answer sincerely,

because I won't put up with even
the tiniest lie from you.

Are you a good person?

There seems to be
some kind of misunderstanding

concerning the meaning
of my visit here to you.

You think I'm here to honor you?

In fact...

I'm here to ascertain your temptations.

Heal yourself, sister antonia.

Halitosis is a deformation of the soul.

(Glass shatters)

Water problem.

(Screaming)

(Shouting in Swahili)

(Upbeat percussive music)

(Cheers and applause)

(Rhythmic clapping and chanting)

(Music stops)

(Cheers and applause)

Man: Ladies and gentlemen,

his holiness pius xiii.

Lenny: This is the vicar of Christ,
pope pius xiii, speaking to you now.

Brothers and sisters,
I want to be perfectly clear with you.

I visited your country and I have seen
dead bodies lying on the ground,

hunger, blood,

thirst and poverty.

All these things are the offspring
of the war and violence

that has clutched your
land for 12 years now.

I won't say the names
of those who are guilty in this.

There are too many of them.

We are all guilty.

We are all guilty of war and death.

Always.

In the same way, we
can all be guilty of peace.

Always.

I ask this of you on bended knee.

I'm ready to die for you,

if only you will become guilty of peace.

I always say to the children who write me
from all over the world,

"think about all the things you like.

"That is god."

Children like all sorts of things,

but none of them have ever written
that what they like is war.

Now look at whoever is next to you.

Look at them with eyes of joy

and remember what Saint augustine said.

"If you want to see god,
you have the means to do it."

"God is love."

I, on the other hand,

won't speak to you about god
until there's peace.

Because god is peace.

And peace is god.

Give me peace...

And I'll give you god.

You don't know how wonderful peace is.

You have no idea of how
disconcerting peace can be.

But I know.

Because I saw it when
I was eight years old.

On the banks of a river in Colorado.

Peace.

It was beautiful.

Yeah, I know.

Those dancers gave a wonderful performance.

No, holy father.
I'm talking about your speech.

It was beautiful.

Holy father,

weather conditions in Rome are critical.

We're going to have to land in Naples.

I would never dare to contradict you.

Naples it is.

(Chuckles)

- May I touch?
- Pilot: No.

I need to stop at the next gas station.

Man: Certainly, your holiness.

(Static crackles)

(Whistles)

(Brakes hissing)

O lord.

Let us look each other right in the eyes.

We can no longer put off this matter.

We now need to speak about sister antonia.

(Bottle clinks)

(Gasps)

(Wind whooshing)

(|naudible)

(Gasping)

- Maria...

(Crying)

Maria...

Maria!

Maria...

(Crying)

(Gasping)

Maria...

Maria...

(Groans)

(Breathing heavily)

(Heavy breathing continues)

(Heavy breathing stops)