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You're all talking about miracles

awakenings, tricks, deception,
resurrection

the second coming of Christ.

Nonsense, all of it,
which the Holy See unequivocally rejects.

The photograph that sparked
your imagination is from two years ago.

Someone wanted to play
a practical joke on us

a joke in rather bad taste.

Lies, Sofia! Lies!

We are fairly certain
that the intensive care room

at the Venice hospital is empty.

Pius XIII is no longer there.

I deny it categorically.

So what became of him, then?

Did he meet the same end

- as Francis II?
- That is a deliberate provocation

and as you all know, the Holy See
never responds to provocations.

Thank you.

How am I?

Dazzling.

- I've missed you.
- I am and always will be your friend.

This is comforting.

Are you nervous?

When I want, Gutierrez,
I know how to take the stage.

I know.

The girls who snubbed us

the boys who deserted us,
the strangers who ignored us

the parents who misunderstood us

the employers who rejected us

the mentors who doubted us

the bullies who beat us

the siblings who mocked us

the friends who abandoned us

the conformists who excluded us

the kisses we were denied

because no one saw us.

They were all too busy turning
their gaze elsewhere

while I was directing my gaze at you.

Only at you.

Because I am one of you.

Sorrow has no hierarchy.

Suffering is not a sport,
there is no final ranking.

Tormented by acne and shyness

by stretchmarks and discomfort,
by baldness and insecurity

by anorexia and bulimia

by obesity and diversity

reviled for the colour of our skin

our sexual orientation,
our empty wallets

our physical impairments

our arguments with our elders

our inconsolable weeping

the abyss of our insignificance

the caverns of our loss

the emptiness inside us

the recurring, incurable thought
of ending it all

nowhere to rest, nowhere to stand

nothing to belong to.

Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!

Yes...

That is how we felt.

And just like you

I remember it all.

But it no longer matters
that the world took issue with us.

For now it is us who shall
take issue with the world.

We will no longer tolerate

being named as the problem.

Because in point of fact,
they are the problem, we are the solution.

We, who have been betrayed
and abandoned

rejected and misunderstood,
put aside and diminished.

"There is no place for you here"

they told us with their silence.

"Then where is our place?"

We implored them with our silence.

We never received that reply.

But now we know, yes

we know our place.

Our place is here.

Our place is the Church.

Cardinal Biffi said it first

and in an astonishingly simple way:

"We are all miserable wretches

whom God brought together
to form a glorious Church."

Yes...

we are all miserable wretches.

Yes, we are all the same.

And yes, we are the forgotten ones.

But no longer.

From this day forth,
we shall no longer be forgotten.

I assure you,
they will remember us.

Because we are the Church.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Second thoughts?

I just don't understand.

Understand what?

What it is we want.

Lenny's body...

that's what we want.

Dead or alive.

We won't rest until we find his body.

Why?

Because for me,
it's like a body of Christ.

Isn't it the same for you?

You must realise that
if you go through with it

you probably won't be allowed
to keep working here.

So, it's not a good idea
to go to the police?

A good idea is one
that minimises damages

and maximises profits.

Outside of here, they call it capitalism.

But we've been practicing it
since the time of the catacombs.

Why did you do it?

You told me that true punishment
isn't served in prison

but rather in one's soul.

I got to thinking, though,
that prison is the perfect place

to wrestle with one's soul.

So, let's archive the entire incident
and get back to work, Sofia.

No.

I have decided to resign.

- I'm leaving.
- But why?

Please, Eminence,
don't make me say it.

You are the most intelligent man
in the world

I am sure you can imagine why.

Why do you all make
the same mistake?

What's that?

Sooner or later, you all fall in love.

Please, do with me what you will

but let the children go.

I would have much preferred
our first encounter

to have been under
more pleasant circumstances.

And instead we are burdened
with a difficult and urgent mission.

We have six children
and a priest to save.

- The police...
- This is not a job for the police.

This is a job for the Church.

Do you know who was more afraid
that I would wake up than you?

Who?

The caliph.

Let's analyse the situation,
Your Holiness.

I fall into a coma
and I become a living saint.

We witness the first signs
of a Catholic fanaticism.

Until now, fanaticism has been
the exclusive prerogative of the caliph.

He feels we've usurped his territory
and so he attacks us.

Now he's afraid that I've woken up

so he ups his game...

and strikes at the thing
I love most: children.

But he's not afraid you've woken up

he's afraid you've risen
from the dead.

In which case,
you're not merely an infidel

but, as you would be the Antichrist for us

for him you would be Iblis, the Devil.

And there is no dealing
with the Devil.

That's precisely what I want.
He's gonna have to deal with me.

The caliph doesn't know for sure

if I've risen from the dead, or not.

He has doubts.

And doubt, as Voiello says,
is a weapon.

But we have a secret, a certainty...

I have come back.

And our certainty
is not a weapon, it's a bomb.

No one is interested
in having that bomb explode.

Which is why we can force him
to release the children.

I don't understand what you plan to do.

I plan to let the caliph know for certain
that I am no longer in a coma.

He knows if I show myself to the world

I will rob him of his monopoly
on fanaticism.

I can create a billion
Catholic fanatics in a week.

The caliph knows that,
it's why he reacted so erratically.

If I don't show myself to the world

he can carry on dreaming
his delirious dreams.

It'll be up to him to decide.

But if he doesn't want me
to show myself

he's gonna have to let those children
and their teacher go immediately.

What do you think?

I think that we are the Church

and we must act like the Church.

We must kneel down and pray
for six children and a priest

while the forces of law and order

devise a plan to liberate them without
leaving any dead bodies on the ground.

And that is what we shall do, Lenny.

That is the middle way.

You are the Pope and you establish the line,
I will submit to your will.

That night you wept
at your brother Adam's tomb

you told him God doesn't like you.

How would you know that?

Did you think you were alone?

I was there with you, John.

John...

You're gonna have to resign yourself
to believing in me

now that you've realised...

what I am.

Free them now!
Free them now!

Free them now! Free them now!

Brother cardinals...

I've come back.

This meeting here today
is to be our secret.

If you reveal to anyone
that I've returned

I will know how to punish you.

Do you remember, brother cardinals

when I told you that the faithful
had to come to us

through a narrow door

that we would not go to them?

You were all... rather sceptical.

Yet that is exactly what's happened.

And it is why I want you all now

in absolute silence

with your eyes closed...

with your eyes closed...

to concentrate

and ask my forgiveness

and say to yourselves

"It will never happen again

that I, a wretched man

will fail to believe in Pius XIII."

We are always saying
that we guide people's hearts.

But what does that mean?

The heart in and of itself,
as I know perfectly well

is nothing more
than an organ that beats.

Sometimes it beats faster,
sometimes it beats slower

and sometimes it stops.

The heart is a mechanism,
it means nothing.

What does it mean exactly
to guide people's hearts?

It means...

to rule emotion.

Your emotion...

The emotion of other Catholics
outside these walls.

You can rule the emotion
of your fellow man, he will follow you

wherever you please.

This is called power.

Our Most Excellent Voiello

exercises it over you all.

John Paul III and myself exercise it
over the world at large.

What a marvellous job
John Paul III has done.

When he shouted that "no" in Lourdes

he displayed all the courage
you have always lacked.

And last Sunday, at the Angelus

when he bared his heart

he bared others' hearts as well.

Others who have been
concealing themselves

but now they have emerged

from their sorry little rooms

their ditches of uncertainty.

They are all out there now

in the square.

They came...

they stayed

and they will continue to stay.

What a glorious Pope

John Paul III!

Because at long last,
John Paul III

has formed the angry base
of the young Catholic army.

If need be, I will expand

inspire and arm them.

The coming days will be crucial

which is not why I need you
by my side.

I need my red backdrop.

So, you will remain
by my side, silent

obedient and good.

You're too old to reinvent yourselves

too old to comprehend the shifts
in the emotional nature of this world.

You don't need to trust me

you need to entrust yourselves to me.

And pray.

Pray for Don Antonio

a good priest who is suffering

and for six frightened children.

God is by our side.

We tend toward the good

and God tends toward the good.

Which is why God
will remain by our side.

Because He knows me

and I know Him!

Let us pray.

I don't understand.

Who is the Pope now?

Shut up and pray, idiot.

When a man...

in the name of other men

and in one god's name

abducts children, terrorizes them,
deprives them of food

and threatens them with death

he is not just committing a crime

he is declaring war.

The modern Church will not
fall for these provocations.

But I am not modern.

I am ancient.

I say to you now I am ready
to respond to this declaration of war.

- Your Holiness...
- Shut up, Voiello, and listen to me.

We will annihilate them.

Tomorrow morning, I want John Paul III
to address the people in the square.

Take notes, Voiello,
I have to dictate what he will say.

I speak to the kidnappers.

Yes, you are despicable,
and yes, you are already dead.

You act against any will of any god

therefore I command you to release
the children and Don Antonio.

If you fail to obey, I will come there

and I will have with me
God and iron, faith and fire.

And I will not be alone.

You must know that, I will not be alone.

Do you have any idea
of the work we've been doing?

We haven't slept in days.

Our intelligence services, our diplomats,
the Vice President...

we've all been working our asses off
to save your ass

rescue those kids, the priest.

And your emeritus Pope,
how does he thank us?

By having John Paul III
say he's ready to declare war.

Are you out of your minds?

Last time you fought a war

was in 1540
and that was to conquer Perugia.

Do you have the slightest idea

- what the danger of declaring war is, Voiello?
- No, what?

That then you actually
gonna have to fight it.

Calm down, Bauer.

Pius XIII is just a little wound up.

Ah, OK, so why don't you
try to wind him down a little?

Cos otherwise I will be forced
to do something more decisive.

What do you want to do, Bauer,
assassinate the Pope?

There would be no point,
he would just rise again.

He might. You wouldn't.

Let me explain something to you,
Your Eminence.

When we know the scenario,
we can control it

but when it's all an unknown,
things spin out of control.

One day,
you're taking your kids to the park

next day, you're taking cover
in a bomb shelter.

One day, your Pope
is a little unwound

next day, Word War III breaks out
before you even know it.

Now, can you see
that living legend behind me there?

I noticed him immediately.

General Parker, that says it all. Now...

The General is not going to utter
a single word

but he will move his head
in response to my questions

so watch him carefully.

General Parker, in the event of a war

will the United States,
the most powerful nation on Earth

be willing to save the Vatican's ass?

- Got it?
- Yes, I got it.

But you are the one who's pretending
not to get it, no one wants a war.

If Pius XIII shows himself to the world

Catholic fundamentalism will boil over.

If Pius XIII utters the word "war"

millions of people
from around the world are ready

to immolate themselves
on the Syrian border

and to launch the greatest
religious war of all time.

Many of them will be Americans.

The frontlines would include
Catholic factions

from the conflicts in former Yugoslavia

freedom fighters from Ukraine
and the Lithuanian special forces

and affluent members
of the Catholic diaspora

stand ready to finance the conflict...

...and provide arms.

Am I wrong, General Parker?

See? We might be a little rusty

but we still know
a thing or two about war.

I can't believe we're even
having this conversation.

The Vatican entertaining the idea

of declaring war on Islam.

Jesus fucking Christ, Voiello.

No, hold on, Bauer.
Not on Islam, on Islamic terrorism.

We know perfectly well that the majority
of Muslims are moderate

but that's exactly the point.

It's the moderate Catholics who now risk

becoming few in number
because the majority

would become fundamentalists

if Pius XIII were to show himself.

So, now listen to me, Bauer.

Pius XIII may have in mind
to leave a sign

a divine sign.

Not some momentary peace that lasts
only until the next madman

comes along eager to carry out
an attack somewhere in the world

but everlasting peace

or at least
a very long-lasting peace.

Where you were unable to do it

he may well prove to be successful

because the collective imagination

is more powerful
than the atomic bomb.

Now do you get it, Bauer?

Life is so beautiful.

It would be enough
to embrace it for what it is.

An opportunity for joy and grace

for love and lightheartedness.

When did you lose
your lightheartedness?

When?

Everyone down there remembers my miracles
but they forget about my murders.

They don't know it was me who killed
that poor priest, that hero, in Ventotene

and I left those six bewildered children
alone with those madmen.

Tomorrow, they'll blame
John Paul III but it was me.

I'm a danger to others, I'm worthless

a rash, unreasonable child.

Your Holiness, John Paul III
would like to see you.

- Your Eminence.
- Bauer, what are you doing here?

Brought someone to see you.

- Who is he?
- The man closest to the caliph.

- Did you track him down?
- Nope.

That's where it gets interesting:
he tracked me down.

When you don't have proof...

you don't have proof.

Voiello called me, they made contact

they sought us out, they're afraid.

They claimed it wasn't them.
They're bluffing, naturally.

This is the confirmation
that it was them.

Are you a charlatan?

Are you a guru?

Are you a saint?
Are you the Devil?

Are you the Messiah?
Are you Christ?

Are you God?

It doesn't matter, Lenny.

I am the Pope.

For me, you are a priest,
nothing more.

And you will show me perfect obedience
as all priests do.

For that is all we know.
That is the Church.

And we answer for the Church.

Your Holiness, you are exactly right.

I'm wrong.

If you continue to listen to me,
I will continue to make mistakes.

I'll withdraw to my tower
for the rest of my life

and no one will ever see me again.

No, you will not withdraw

you will show yourself to the world.

And you will say what
I did not have the courage to say.

- Will you be at my side, Your Holiness?
- No.

The moment I have always
longed for has finally arrived.

- What moment?
- When I fulfil my one and only ambition

to be forgotten.

But you are the Pope.

No.

I am a fragile piece of porcelain.

But I have finally understood

that my fragility is my strength

not my damnation.

What are you gonna do?

Will you return home?

I will return to myself.

Are we sure
we didn't forget anything?

Yes, we are, sir.

What shall I do with the box, sir?

Hm...

Let's keep it for now, shall we?

As Cardinal Newman used to say:

"One never knows in life."

Stand up.

♪ You say you're going ♪

♪ But you don't say how long for ♪

♪ You say it's work, but I'm not sure ♪

♪ You say you love me,
then you walk right out the door ♪

♪ I'm left here wanting more ♪

♪ Of course there's lots of things
I could be getting on with ♪

♪ I'm never short of things to do ♪

♪ This afternoon,
I made a papier maché fish, Mum ♪

♪ I made it just for you ♪

♪ Please don't go, stay here with me ♪

♪ It's not my fault ♪

♪ I'm only three, I'm only three,
I'm only three ♪

♪ I'm only three, I'm only three,
I'm only three ♪

♪ When things feel black and white ♪

♪ We'll do some colouring in... ♪

That's Amber, an escort from Hannover,
she follows me everywhere.

Actually, I've recently decided
we're gonna get married.

I'm gonna miss you, Voiello.

- You are leaving?
- Yep, I'm done here.

- Where will you go?
- Korea.

Things are really heating up over there,
I'm gonna try and calm them down.

Please don't tell anyone
that's where I'm going.

- I didn't need this.
- Yeah, I know.

Even though I do all I can
to dissuade people

in the end, they always develop
a soft spot for me.

You were right, the caliph didn't
carry out any attacks in Europe.

Who am I going to talk to now?

Ever since Girolamo died,
you have been my only friend.

Relax, Voiello,
this is not the 15th century.

With a few precautions,
we can talk on the phone.

You better wish me luck, though:
I've been dining on clams here.

They're gonna feed me
dog soup in Korea.

Isn't he the sweetest thing,
my little Bauer octopus?

Please, don't say that, sweetheart

you're demolishing the legend.

Voiello, I need you to explain
something to me.

Why would some Catholics
try to kill other Catholics?

Because fanaticism and obtuseness

are one and the same thing.

Anyway, they don't eat dog
in Korea anymore.

I know, I know,
but it doesn't really matter.

Whenever they serve me food,
that's gonna be my expectation

that will be my perception: dog.

And as you and I know
all too well, my friend

perception is everything.

Sir John...

your parents wish to see you.

They would like
to welcome you home.

Our mouths are filled
with the word "love".

But I, before anyone else

didn't know how to define it.

Our mouths are filled
with the word "beauty".

But I, before anyone else,
didn't know how to receive it.

For this, I ask your forgiveness.

Please forgive me.

At times we confound love

with madness.

Beauty with ecstasy.

History has repeated itself

madness and ecstasy have once again

proven to be irresistible temptations

but they always end
the way they did on Ventotene...

with unjust death.

In this case, of a good
and innocent priest.

There is a life of happiness
to be found

in the sphere of gentleness

kindness, mildness

lovingness.

We must learn to be in the world.

And the Church
must contemplate the idea

of opening up to the love
that is possible

in order to fight against
the love that is aberrant.

All this, John Paul III

with great humility

calls "the middle way".

In the past few days,
I have understood.

It is not the middle way

it is the way.

Ever since I came back

you've been asking yourselves
all sorts of questions.

Is he the Father or the Son?

Is he God or the Holy Spirit?

Is he man or is he Jesus?

Did he wake up
or did he rise from the dead?

Is he a saint or is he an impostor?

Is he Christ or is he the Antichrist?

Is he alive or is he dead?

It doesn't matter.

Do you know what is so beautiful
about questions?

It's that we don't have the answers.

In the end,
only God has the answers.

They're his secret.

God's secret, which only He knows.

That is the mystery
in which we believe.

And that is the mystery
which guides our conscience.

And now...

I would like to come down among you

and do what I've wanted to do
since the first moment.

Embrace you

one by one.

♪ Grows with the speed of the tide ♪

♪ Cold now ♪

♪ I watch the curlews and lapwings ♪

♪ Dig down ♪

♪ To see just what they can find ♪

♪ In the glittering ♪

♪ Estuary mud ♪

♪ Trailing their footprints ♪

♪ Before the flood ♪

♪ Comes round again ♪

♪ And washes away ♪

♪ All but every fragment ♪

♪ What light remains ♪

♪ All but lost to me now ♪

♪ All but lost to me now ♪

♪ All but lost to me now ♪

Brother cardinals, after the good fortune
of two truly great popes

John Paul III and Pius XIII,
what is it we need?

A man steeped in mediocrity.

Dull, hard-working, sensitive

and receptive
to the countless requests

of his beloved colleagues
in the college of cardinals.

I didn't sleep a wink last night.

I read and reread
the pontifical yearbook

a thousand times, and in the end

I didn't find

a single name that responds to the call.

I did.

- I found a name.
- Which one, Don Cavallo?

The last one, alphabetically:

Voiello Angelo.

Why do you always have to

make me feel so uneasy?

♪ What I would do to take away
this fear of being loved ♪

♪ Allegiance to the pain ♪

♪ Now I'm fucked up and I'm missing you ♪

♪ I'll never be like you ♪

♪ I would give anything to change
this fickle-minded heart ♪

♪ That loves fake shiny things ♪

♪ Now I'm fucked up and I'm missing you ♪

♪ I'll never be like you ♪

♪ I'm only human, can't you see? ♪

♪ I made, I made a mistake ♪

♪ Please just look me in my face ♪

♪ Tell me everything's OK ♪

♪ Cos I got it ♪

♪ Ooh, never be like you ♪

♪ I'm only human, can't you see? ♪

♪ I made, I made a mistake ♪

♪ Please just look me in my face ♪

♪ Tell me everything's OK ♪

♪ Cos I got it ♪

♪ Ooh, never be like you ♪

♪ How do I make you wanna stay? ♪

♪ Hate sleeping on my own,
missing the way you taste ♪

♪ Now I'm fucked up and I'm missing you ♪

♪ Never be like you ♪

♪ Stop looking at me with those eyes ♪

♪ Like I could disappear
and you wouldn't care why ♪

♪ Now I'm fucked up and I'm missing you ♪

♪ Never be like you ♪

♪ I'm only human, can't you see? ♪

♪ I made, I made a mistake ♪

♪ Please just look me in my face ♪

♪ Tell me everything's OK ♪

♪ Cos I got it ♪

♪ Ooh, never be like you ♪

♪ Baby, baby, please believe me ♪

♪ C'mon, take it easy ♪

♪ Please don't ever leave me ♪

♪ Ooh, never be like you ♪