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Lenny: All of us cardinals were there
at the conclave.

They were on the fourth ballot,
the famous total stalemate.

I looked at cardinal dussolier,

a long shot for the papacy.
We've known each other since we were kids.

We've shared every suffering imaginable.

I looked at tall,
stoop-shouldered cardinal Spencer,

my mentor,

the most eligible of all the candidates,

looking so wise.

I've always been suspicious of wisdom.

I'm convinced he was already drafting
his first papal address in his head,

maybe even composing his first encyclical.

I looked, and looked at them.

And then I prayed to god.

You did well to pray.

At any rate,
it is the holy spirit who must illumine...

Lenny: This is the prayer I muttered
between my teeth.

"Lord, I don't care with what means,
licit or illicit,

"they're all fine.

"I don't care about the holy spirit,
whether he illumines me, or not.

"I don't care about anything.
I don't care about your opinions.

"If I'm up for the task,
or if I'm not an outsider, or a long shot,

"I don't care if you think
I'm weak, or a scoundrel.

"I don't care about
loving my neighbor as myself.

"I will never love my neighbor as myself.

"I only care about one thing, lord,
that I, not the others,

"can be useful to you."

I prayed some more, harder this time. I was
praying so hard, I nearly shit my pants.

I had to glue my ass to my chair,
so as not to make a mess.

I stared straight at dussolier, and I said,

"god, not him, me."

I looked at Spencer, and I said,
"god, not him, me."

I must have chanted those words 1,000 times

before they opened the voting again,
like a mantra,

"not him, me, not him, me,

"not him, me, not him, me."

And then, toward the end, "not them, me."

And now, I'm the pope. Not them.

Sister Mary would call it a "miracle."

Others would call it "the answer to
a prayer." I don't know what to call it.

They all went white
when they heard the name I'd chosen.

I reveled in their fear.

They were beginning to realize who I am

because that is the enormous error
they committed.

They chose a pope they didn't know.

And today, they began to understand.

That is their tremendous sin.
They chose a pope they presumed they knew.

I spoke my new name, pius xiii,

and they forgot to thank god

because they thought
god had failed to illumine them.

I forgot to thank god,

because I didn't think
god had illumined them, either.

I love myself more than my neighbor,
more than god.

I believe only in myself.
I am the lord omnipotent.

Lenny, you have illumined yourself!

Fuck!

(Instrumental rock version
of all along the watchtower)

Spencer: We had a deal, Angelo!

Me pope,
you reconfirmed as secretary of state.

A perfect balance.
But then you broke our agreement.

You pulled that kid out of a hat,
my own student.

You really are a shit!

You won't be able to manage him, you know?

You must have learned that by now,
after that homily he gave.

How stupid can you be?

You were so fearful of my extremism,
that you forgot the most obvious truth.

The young are always more extreme
than the old.

- But there is another truth, Michael.
- What other truth?

That you were afraid old Spencer
would be beyond your control?

Well, now you've got yourself
a young Spencer.

The church is gonna be in his clutches
for a long time.

It's not even a given
that you'll be reconfirmed.

I don't understand.
What are you getting out of all this?

You don't understand because
you don't allow me to tell you the truth.

- And what truth would that be?
- I didn't plot against you.

I didn't direct my men to vote for belardo.

Sure, I let people believe that was
the case, so as to maintain my power.

But that's not how it went.

At a certain point,
without anyone giving instructions,

belardo started winning votes.

That is the unspeakable truth, Michael.

Don't fuck with me, Angelo.
What do you expect me to believe?

That what we witnessed in there...

Was the breath of the holy spirit.

I think so, Michael. I really do.

I believe the holy spirit breathed.

You're out of your mind.

Michael, the holy spirit breathed.

Forgive me, lord,
for I have been unforgivable.

It's not true that I illumine myself.
You illumine me.

It's not true that I feel omnipotent.
You are the lord omnipotent.

It's not true that I don't
care about anything.

The only thing I care
about is you, you alone!

And if! Have forgotten to thank you,
I thank you now.

And if! Have sinned by presumption,
I ask your forgiveness now.

And if I have tricked poor Don tommaso,
I ask your forgiveness now.

And if I have frightened people,
I ask your forgiveness now.

And if! Have wished
Spencer and dussolier harm,

I ask you send harm my way as well.

And if I have abused my power,
I ask you to take it from me now!

Forgive me, lord. Illumine me.

Give me the words to say to the cardinals.
My address regards you.

My words are your words!

I keep praying for you
to make something happen.

So, why this awful, crawling feeling
that nothing ever does?

(Panting)

I know. Dictate to me, lord!
Yes, dictate to me!

I've always been good at taking notes.
You know that.

You know that.

(Cheers and applause)

(Live is life playing)

(Speaks Italian)

- Your excellency, can I race my
toy cars on the carpet?

- "Excellency" you can say to your mom!

You have to call me: Eminence.

- Eminence, so can I...

- Do you know how much that carpet costs?

Twice the gdp of your entire country.

Aguirre: (In English)
Um, cane sugar for me, please?

You have to buy
your own cane sugar, aguirre,

because frankly,
the stuff makes me want to puke.

Caltanissetta: It's been 400 years

since a pope took such a hostile stance
toward the faithful.

In any case, I have to
talk with the pope soon.

I'll make a point of
divining his intentions.

"Divining his intentions"?

Voiello, you said, "I report to you.

"The pope reports to me."

His speech was just one false step.

We have a young pope.

Have you been reading the papers?

They are all asking, "what is
the cardinal secretary of state doing?"

(Breathes deeply)

I know

what to do.

What we need

is a dramatic gesture.

Voiello,

you need to hand in your resignation today.

Ozolins: Excellent.

That's what you'll do, voiello.

It's a genuine miracle that
this assembly generated an idea.

A first-rate idea.

I'm willing to bet
that in the aftermath of my homily,

you're ready to hand in your resignation.

I wouldn't even think of it, holy father.

Were you hurt not to hear the homily
you drafted for me?

Frustration is an emotion that does not
appertain to the secretary of state.

Did you like my homily?

- That's not the point.
- Then let's hear the point.

The point is that the faithful were,
to put it euphemistically, surprised.

More than surprised,
they were oven/vhelmed.

God overwhelms. God frightens.

Pdodfies?

Your speech to our brother cardinals.

In due time. Anything else?

The kurtwell case, holy father.

- The big, hot potato.
- Exactly, holy father.

Your predecessor didn't have time

to put someone in charge
of this delicate matter.

But I will. In due time.

With all due respect, holy father,
the time is now.

The charges of child abuse
are detailed and embarrassing,

and kurtwell's attitude is, to
say the least, defiant and insolent.

Anything else?

Holy father, it's my duty to inform you
that the press and the TV news,

after attacking us over
your inaugural speech,

have now begun a new phase
in which they ask us

to clarify the meaning of your statements.

Typical plebeian reaction,
to hate when you do not understand.

How are we going to put over the idea
that the world press corps

has difficulty understanding
basic concepts?

A potential compromise might be to
call a press conference to explain things.

I don't appear. I don't explain.

Not you, holy father.
I could go myself to give an interview.

We no longer give interviews,
your eminence.

The only interviews we give are to god.

Too bad he hasn't requested one yet.
It would be quite a scoop.

(Both chuckle)

Holy father,
the press is begging for a photo of you.

- Holy father, it's cardinal ozolins.
- Let him in. I've been expecting him.

You wished to see me, your holiness?

Yes, and for the last time, ozolins.

Come with me.

Now,

Close your eyes,
and choose your new destination.

- What have I done wrong, holy father?
- Nothing.

It's just your role under the previous
three popes was to organize their travels,

a role which I intend to radically rescale

because this pope won't be wasting time
roaming the world. As a result,

I no longer need you.

It would be beneath your stature as a
cardinal to accept a diminished role, so...

Then why do I get the impression that
you're out to diminish me even further?

Because it's true.

Now, close your eyes,
and plant your finger on the globe.

(Exhales deeply)

Close your eyes.

Ketchikan, Alaska.

(Stammers) Actually, holy father,

San Francisco is what turned up.

You're not right there, ozolins.
Ketchikan, Alaska.

It's a lovely place. I've been there.
Nice little town.

Population, 8,000. You'll like it.

Is it cold there?

Oh, yeah. Freezing.

But don't forget nobel laureate
Joseph brodsky's wonderful words,

"beauty at low temperatures is beauty."

Holy father,

a little gift for you.

Blessed father, this
is a very useful object,

but only if you open it.

Lenny: You see?

It can be perfectly useful
even when it's closed.

Your holiness,

will you allow me, given my venerable age,

a vaguely critical observation?

Yes, I allow you.

To expect a devoted and adoring crowd
to ponder the enigma of god's existence

amounts to asking an obsolete question.

The question now is not whether god exists,

but rather,

why do we depend on god?

You surprised me, holy father.

You're so young,

and yet you have such

old ideas.

You're wrong about that. I'm an orphan.
And orphans are never young.

(Chuckling) But the majority of churchgoers
are not orphans.

Says who?

Do you really think the only orphans
are those without a mother and father?

Even if it were true, as
an orphan grows older,

he may discover a fresh youth within.

(Bell jingles)

We're gonna hold a press conference.

Voiello will be happy to face the press.

Voiello won't be facing
the press, you will.

Me? I'm not up to that challenge.
I wouldn't know how to respond.

You won't be expected to respond.
You'll be expected to affirm.

Affirm what I'm gonna dictate to you.

- Voiello: You look on edge to me.
- You always ask rhetorical questions.

Why don't you just tell me why I'm on edge?

You're upset
because of the press conference.

You never held one.

Exactly.

And you're depressed
because you wanted to do it.

True, but not because
I want to be in the spotlight.

I would have been happy for a chance
to publicly reassure the bishops,

who have been calling me
from all over the world

- in a general state of alarm.
- (Sighs)

Can I ask what your general stance will be
at the press conference?

No, you cannot.

Tell the truth.
You would have preferred Spencer as pope.

Spencer has always been smarter
than the rest of us,

but also more fragile.

That's why I worked against his election.

And what about you?

Have you ever considered becoming
the pope yourself?

A pope needs to inspire trust.
I inspire the opposite.

But the question that distresses me is,
what inspires pope pius xiii?

Everyone wants to see him,
and he refuses to be seen.

The faithful expect reassurance,

and instead,
he offers only unsettling comments.

I can't figure out what he has in mind.
What kind of a church is he looking for?

You tell me. Does he have a plan?

I really have to tell you, sister Mary,
this pope is strange and contradictory.

- Just like you.
- Just like me?

Just like you.

What can you say about a man who lives

in a 6, 500-square-foot apartment
with a private sauna...

- Are you stupid? Can't you read?

Sister Mary: (In English)
And a billiard table,

surrounded by fine tapestries,
goldsmithery, damasks,

and expensive artworks,
but who also takes the time

and energy at night
to babysit a disabled boy?

- You are unbeatable, sister Mary.
- (Scoffs)

No one's unbeatable, your eminence.

It's a matter of Patience,
which means it's a matter of time.

And that's what I ask of you,

time and Patience.

- And you're not worried?
- No, I'm not.

Sister Mary: Michael, I'm worried.

Lenny's barely begun, and already,
they're abandoning him in droves.

He should have thought of that before,
during the conclave.

Well, now, you need
to give it some thought.

I've done everything
that's within my power to do.

- It's up to you.
- What are you raving about?

Lenny needs concepts and visions.

I can't help him with that, but you can.

You're his spiritual father.

I'm just a tired old man.
And history has passed me by.

Sister Mary:
You're just a man who's pissed off

because you didn't get
what you wanted most.

And now you're being spiteful.

A man of your prominence,
wallowing in such childishness?

Aren't you ashamed of yourself, Michael?
The boy has become a man.

He's the father now.

And I must obey him. Those are the rules.

You're just spouting bullshit,
and you know it.

He needs you, and you refuse to help him
in the name of your bottomless vanity.

You will answer for this before god
and in your ravaged conscience.

Lenny doesn't want my help.

He just wants me to
approve of his mistakes.

That's what every son
wants from their father.

So, summon him. Withhold your approval.

That's what all good fathers do
with their sons.

(Bells tolling faintly)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Camera shutters clicking)

(Microphone feedback squealing)

Sister Mary: The pope has dictated
the following statement,

"I, pius xiii, bishop of Rome,
vicar of Jesus Christ,

"successor of the prince of the apostles,

"supreme pontiff of the universal church,
primate of Italy,

"archbishop and metropolitan
of the province of Rome,

"sovereign of the state of Vatican City,
and servant of the servants of god,

"wish to inform you of my total
indifference to your doubts and criticism,

"in light of which I deem it necessary
to reiterate my infallibility,

"in contrast to your human fallibility."

Is this pope claiming divine status?

(Cameras continue clicking)

"And by virtue of the prerogative
which is dogmatically sanctioned

"by the supremacy of the Roman pontiff,

"I will not tolerate any
delays or compromises

"as I carry out my plan."

- What plan?
- (Crowd murmuring)

We didn't understand anything
about the plan.

And what's more,
we don't understand who you are.

Me? I'm sister Mary.

And who is sister Mary?

(Reporters clamoring)

(Blues from an airplane playing)

(Inaudible)

(Camera shutters clicking)

Valente: Holy father,

cardinal Spencer would be pleased
to have you call on him this evening,

if you wouldn't mind.

(Exhales)

Spencer: What unforgivable weakness.

There was no need to dredge up
a bunch of old absurdities from the past.

All you had to do was smile,
and greet the crowd.

- I don't smile and I don't greet.
- (Sighs)

Did all those years
you spent studying with me

do you no good at all?

Yes, they taught me to think for myself.

Ah, and this is what you thought
all by yourself?

To set every Christian and journalist
in the world against you

in the first week of your papacy?

This is part of my plan, too.

(Laughing)

What plan?

(Chuckles)

What plan?

Absence is presence.

These are the fundamentals of mystery.

The mystery that will be
at the center of my church.

Mystery is a serious matter.

It's not some marketing strategy.

Out there, everyone must learn

that it takes sacrifice and suffering
to find god.

It's too easy to come to terms with god
as the sun is setting.

They have to find him in the cold,

and the dark of night.

The way I did.

Spencer: "Absence is presence"?

"Sacrifice and suffering"?

I know where these ideas are coming from

because I know you even better
than you know yourself.

- Lenny: Where are they coming from?
- From your own life.

Your parents rejected you,

so, you've spent your entire life
trying to receive them within yourself.

They distanced themselves from you,
so, you desire them.

And then you, in your unmitigated conceit,

you presumed that your needs are the same
as those of a billion other catholics!

Cut out the dime-store psychoanalysis
and work with me.

I don't work with 9-year-old boys.

You've never budged from
the front gate of that orphanage,

where one fine day, without explanation,

your parents abandoned you.

Cut it out.

Spencer: May god help us.

You want to make the world pay
for the wrong it did you.

You'll be a terrible pope,

the worst and the most dangerous
in modern times,

and I don't intend to waste
the few years I have remaining

being an accomplice
to a vindictive little boy!

You're drunk.

(Spencer scoffs)

Not enough.

(Smooth electronic
rock music playing)

Valente: I know that woman.

That's Esther, the wife of Peter,

a Swiss guard.

Do you still think about me now and then?

I'm begging you. I need to know.

Do you still think about me now and then?

Let go of me. Someone might see us.

So, why did you come and get me?

The holy father wishes to see you.

Valente: Haven't you ever been
in the apostolic palace before?

Esther: Never.

In all these years.

Valente: Well, what do you think?

It makes you feel uneasy.

Valente: It was designed and built

with that exact intent.

You wanted to meet me?

Was that clear even from up here?

Why were you standing motionless
in the middle of the square?

I wanted you to know.

Know what?

That I loved your homily.

That's

not enough.

Because it's not enough to just love it.

You also need to perceive it.

I think I perceived it.

What else did you perceive?

What?

Respect.

- ({thuds)
- (Esther gasps)

(Engine rumbling)

What's your name?

(Lighter clicking)

All right, let's get started.

Holy father, I am sure
that there is no need to remind you

that the cardinals are expecting
your speech of thanks

and to be sent home.

You're right, there's no need to remind me,
but you did it, anyway.

What about the papal tiara from Washington?

Apparently, it's on its way.
Now, the kurtwell case.

I have a candidate, a layman,
fabio Claudio tavarelli.

Highly impartial.

- Lenny: An impartial layman?
- Yes, that's tavarelli.

Your eminence, you seem a bit impetuous
when it comes to the kurtwell case.

I am not impetuous. I am fair.

Among the many things that are fair,

let's also remember
that the American seminaries

run by kurtwell provide 40%
of all new priests in North America.

Sister Mary, if the intention
is to cover up the kurtwell case...

Lenny: No one wants to cover anything up,
your eminence.

But I've already told you that I will
oversee the kurtwell case myself,

and that I will appoint someone I trust.

- Voiello: When, holy father?
- Later.

When the holy spirit illumines me.

Only the holy spirit hasn't
scheduled a meeting with me yet.

(Chuckles)

What else do your agenda books tell us?

On Thursday, the holy father is scheduled
to baptize 90 children from all over Europe.

(Groans and sighs)

Must I really subject
myself to such torture?

Holy father, the church tends to attach
a fair amount of importance to baptism.

Anything a little more stimulating?

In light of the statements
made at the press conference,

newspapers around the world have just begun
to unleash holy hell.

Well,

that's always the first step
on the path to paradise.

I see.

I'm not the one dispensing jokes
in the Vatican anymore, your holiness.

Now, it's you.

Lenny: Your eminence, first of all,

I suggest you recover as soon as possible
your legendary fake courtesy.

And secondly,

myjokes contain the truth.

Voiello: You know something, holy father?

You are as handsome as Jesus,

but you are not actually Jesus.

I may actually be more handsome.
Keep that to yourself.

Cardinal Spencer,

in a private conversation
between the two of us,

alluded to certain machinations

that led to my being elected pope.

He was unwilling to acquaint me
with the details.

I'm not going to insist with Spencer,
but I am with you, voiello.

So, tell me exactly the
dynamics that went on

to see me elected.

Tell me right now,

or what you've seen so far will be nothing
but a foretaste of the macabre banquet

that will bring on the ruin of the church.

Explain it all, right here, right now,

because even a second
later, will be too late.

Voiello: Are you telling me
that you are behaving irrationally

with the faithful, the Vatican curia,
and the mass media,

because you were kept out of the loop
on the behind-the-scenes machinations

that led to your election?

I'm ordering you,
beginning with your next utterance,

to tell me why I was elected,

and what my election
was supposed to mean to you all.

Voiello: In truth, the holy spirit...

You were not supposed to be
the man of Providence.

You were supposed to be
the pope of compromise.

Lenny: What do you mean by "compromise"?

Your prudence as a cardinal was interpreted
as a potential bridge

between the progressive positions
so dear to me,

and the more conservative ones
so dear to Spencer.

You were considered to be a synthesis.

A happy synthesis, pleasing
both to the holy spirit and myself,

the great elector who,
believing in you, and your young talent,

influenced the majority of cardinals.

Now, for reasons that are unclear to me,
you no longer want to be a bridge.

And this is only the beginning.

Why are you doing this?
Why did you change?

Lenny: A pope is not a cardinal.

A cardinal works in a collegial manner,

while a pope is an absolute sovereign.

Fuck!

You were supposed to share your sovereignty
with my advice and Spencer's!

Not like this!

A decidedly undiplomatic response,
your eminence.

You're right, holy father,
and I humbly beg your forgiveness.

I'm not sure that's enough.

Do you want my resignation?

I'm not sure that's enough.

Tell valente to go to the archives

and bring me the procedure
for deposing a cardinal.

May I ask you both to
leave us for a moment?

(Door closes)

Your eminence,

would you have me believe that I'm pope
thanks to you?

But you and I both know

that's not the truth.

But if the pope thinks
he can depose the secretary of state

without all the grave repercussions
that are bound to ensue,

then it means
that he really understands nothing

about the way things work here.

You have no idea of how vast my powers are,

here and beyond the walls of Vatican City.

(Thunder booming)

You braved this terrible storm

out of fear
that you might lose your cardinalate?

Out of fear I might lose the church.

Go away. I don't want
to talk to you anymore.

You're a traitor and a fool.

And I don't know which one is worse.

Wait.

I didn't come alone.

(Thunder rumbling)

(Thunder rumbling)

What's he doing?

He's lifting the weight of god.

Caltanissetta: And what is
the weight of god like, Michael?

(Voice breaking) Very fragile.

It's extremely fragile.

(Panting)

Which is why

you are going to help us fortify god.

Itned.

It's hopeless.

Caltanissetta: No, Michael.

We have to spend

our whole lives trying.

We have to try
right till the moment of our death.

(Sobbing)

That's what priests do.

We give

god's weight.

(Door opens)

I beg your forgiveness, Lenny. Forgive me.

I've come to tell you I've changed my mind.

I'll gladly accept the position of prefect
for the congregation for the clergy.

I'm sorry, Michael. It's too late.

- There's no position left open for you.
- (Cries)

One more thing, cardinal Spencer.

What?

Address me as "your holiness."

Bishop: Blessed father,

I am the bishop of belluno, but I
speak for all the other bishops of Italy,

and nearly all the parish priests.

It behooves me to inform you
that something anomalous is happening.

Your words to the faithful have sown doubt

and worse,

fear.

Many of them are afraid

to set foot inside their
parish church again.

They come to us, eager for an explanation.

In other words, they are scared.

What truly made our church great?

Fear or tolerance?

What can we learn
from the history of our church?

How great was the papal state

when fear among nations
was part of our DNA?

How small did we become,
how greatly did our influence decline,

when we decided to yield,

to succumb, to withdraw,

to become accommodating and reassuring?

Gutierrez: This place, these people,
placate my sense of disquiet,

(sighs) All my anxieties,

both ancient and modern.

It's nice and cold, holy father.

I don't doubt it, sister.

Would you be so kind
as to bring me three oranges as well?

Certainly, holy father.

Mmm.

(Both chuckle)

I so wish
that I could have been thunderstruck,

as you were,

one may afternoon, in
the heart of the church.

Instead, I became a priest

for lack of a better alternative.

From the orphanage with sister Mary,

I went straight to the seminary
under the protection of monsignor Spencer,

who then became cardinal Spencer.

But between the end of school
and the beginning of seminary,

I had a week of vacation.

It was the first time
I'd ever been out in the world on my own.

- I went to California.
- Ah.

And there, I went to the beach.

And on that beach,

I won over

a homely girl,

who seemed at the time

to be the most beautiful girl in the world.

How did you win her over? Please, tell me.

- Thank you.
- Sister: You're welcome, holy father.

Like this.

We were together for a week.
And then I entered the seminary.

(Sniffs)

This is the first time
I've told anyone about it.

(Gasps)

Your eminence,
what are you doing in my room?

My dear Gutierrez,

have you ever asked yourself

how I've managed to run the papal state
for all these years?

Many times.

What's your answer?

Mmm.

It requires a great overarching vision,
I imagine.

Precisely the opposite.

No vision whatsoever,

but by placing importance
on the irrelevant things.

And do you know how I manage to learn
all the irrelevant things

that no one wants to tell me?

No, how?

Voiello: By learning people's secrets,

and threatening to reveal those secrets
to the pope.

One bottle of gin
doesn't make an alcoholic of me.

Agreed. One bottle doesn't.

But a whole liquor store full does.

Who told you I'm an alcoholic?

I forgot to confide in you,
another stratagem for running the church,

never reveal your sources.

And if for some reason, you have to,
make them up.

(Sighs)

Now, my very dear Bernardo,

let's not waste any more time.

You tell me about the irrelevant things
that you and the pope say to each other,

and I will never tell anyone
that I got them from you.

If, on the other hand,
you refuse to tell me,

I will reveal your serious
problem to the pope,

and I'll have you sent away
from the Vatican once and for all.

And you, outside of these walls,
will be a lost man,

because you are a fearful man.

What do you want me to say?

We don't talk
about anything of significance, really.

Today, for instance, he told me,

with some nostalgia,

about a girlfriend he had
when he was just a kid.

You see, things like that.

That's the height of
what he confides in me.

Stupid, silly things.

Voiello: I knew it.

Gutierrez: What did you know,
your eminence?

(Praying indistinctly)

Voiello: That the church is female.

(Wind whooshing)

(Breathes deeply)

Holy father,

I have to ask you
a somewhat unseemly question.

There are no unseemly questions
between you and me, monsignor.

Because_.

Because you and I respect each other.

What remained with you
from your experience with the girl

in California?

The memory of her eyes.

At first, eyes full of love.

And later, eyes full of disappointment.

And that was an important lesson.

I understood that I want catholics in love,

and no longer want to see
disappointment in their eyes.

Never again.

But still, at the same time,

I occasionally find
myself unable to believe

my own words.

I don't believe my thoughts.

I don't believe in my will.

I don't believe in my abilities.

I'm speaking to you
from the heart, monsignor.

There are times...

There are certain times,

possibly always...

In short, there are times
when I don't believe.

There are times when I think it might be
better to leave it all in voiello's hands.

He knows how to do things.

Gutierrez: Hmm.

He believes in what he says.

And he still believes in god.

No, holy father.

Voiello is a politician.

You are the pope.

(Sighs)

(Birds chirping)