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Come quickly and hear me, oh Lord,

for my spirit is weakening.

Do not hide your face from me.

Do not let me be like the dead
who go down to the underworld.

Amen.

It is the group that defines us,

that gives us meaning,

belonging, a sense
of a common goal.

We are born alone and die alone.

But in this journey,

we are given the chance
to walk the path together

instead of wandering in
the mist like lost sheep.

Body of Christ.

Amen.

Now, if we are
to become a flock,

if that is our true destiny,

who then is our true shepherd?

I believe it is the one
who will deliver us

to the green meadows

instead of the slaughterhouse.

Through the ministry
of the Church,

may God give you
pardon and peace.

I absolve you from your sins.

In the name of the Father and
of the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

You are now freed
from your sins.

Go in peace.

Peace be to God.

Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.

It has been six years
since my last confession.

These are my sins.

I've lost my faith.

I've broken the vow of marriage.

I've worked on Sunday.
I've neglected prayer.

I've shown great disrespect to
my parents and family members.

I've abused...

alcohol and drugs a great deal,

and I've enjoyed it.

I've been impatient, angry,

envious, proud, jealous,

revengeful, and lazy.

I have had sex

outside of marriage
countless times.

I've not accepted
God's will for me.

Instead, I've placed my trust
in substitutes for God

and I have despaired of God's mercy.

Can my soul really be saved?

Could you really absolve me
from all of those sins, Father?

What... brought you here today, child?

I saw God yesterday,

and he challenged me to come here.

You saw God.

He came to me through a needle.

God always likes to come inside of me

through large and pointy objects.

Are you a tool of God, Father?

A as the Father sent me, so I send you.

Y you are freed from your sins.
Go in peace.

Did you hire a new housekeeper yet?

No.

Oh, boy.

So, what is it, eggs for
breakfast, lunch, and dinner?

Something like that.

Sometimes I'll make a salad.

The place is probably
a pigsty by now.

It's okay.

I enjoy the solitude.

Well, if you stopped
drinking so much,

you'd find it less appealing.

Maybe.

I've seen them come and go, Father.

Nobody's perfect.

It's okay to have doubts.

The best ones always do.

My Lord,

please watch over
our friend in need

and hold a special place in
your infinite wisdom and grace

for my friend,
your devoted Julie.

Satan has asked to sift
all of you as wheat.

But I have prayed for you, Peter,

that your faith may not fail.

And when you have turned back,
you strengthen your brothers.

Peter, in answer, said to him,

"Even if all men doubt you,

I will never doubt you."

And Jesus said Peter,

"On this night, before the rooster crows,

you will deny me three times."

Did you miss me, Father?

I've sinned again.

It has been one week
since my last confession,

and last week

I have pleasured myself
with a cold cucumber.

Oh, Father,

the orgasm I experienced
was truly celestial.

I had images of Christ
in my head as I was climaxing.

Then I thought of you.

Those eyes.

What are they? Green? Hazel?

I'm sorry for this
and all my past sins.

For your penance I want you
to go to Mass every morning,

say a prayer every night
before going to bed,

and help a soul in need.

All right.

Now repeat after me.

My God...

My God...

I am sorry for my sins
with all my heart.

I am sorry for my sins
with all my heart.

In choosing to do wrong
and failing to do good...

In choosing to do wrong
and failing to do good...

I have sinned against you,

whom I should love
above all things.

I have sinned against you

whom I should love
above all things.

- I firmly intend...
- I firmly intend...

- With your help...
- With your help...

- To do penance...
- To do penance...

- To sin no more...
- To sin no more...

- And to avoid...
- And to avoid...

- Whatever leads me to sin.
- Whatever leads me to sin.

Our savior Jesus Christ
suffered and died for us,

in his name.

So how are you holding up?

It's been challenging, but

I feel like I'm truly
doing God's work.

They ask about you, you know.

You touched many lives here.

They touched mine too.

Sometimes, though, I feel like...

like they contaminated my soul, you know?

That in the end I truly
understood them.

Their sinful ways, their lust.

You've been here too long Father.

No one can fault you
for wanting a change.

Nobody can do this forever.

I kind of miss it now.

Out there we're just collectors.

It's all we seem to do.

Sometimes I wonder, in eight years,

did I really save anyone?

Guide someone to the light?

The Lord challenges us every day.

We are constantly tested.

So what is our role then?

Take their money
and hold their hand

as we all fail miserably to pass?

I want to be tested.
Believe me, I want to.

Father, please help me.

Come with me.

Shh.

God. I'm calling an ambulance.

No, don't. No, don't, please.

Just let me stay here for a while.

It's them.

It's them.

Stay here.

What brings you here at this hour?

We are looking for someone, Father.

A big sinner.

Might as well be the devil herself.

In the house of the Lord,
no one stays invisible.

You mind if we take a look?

Go ahead.

Are you a Catholic?

Then show some respect, my son.
Bless yourself.

Naughty, naughty.

Father, you really have no idea
who you are dealing with.

Boss.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Our Father, who art in heaven...

Are you committed?

Arise, oh God.

Judge thy own cause.

Remember thy reproaches...

With which the foolish man

hath reproached thee all the day.

And then I told her she was stupid,

but I didn't mean it.

And then I gave her doll back.

There now.

You regret what you did. It's okay.

Just say a Hail Mary
before you go to bed tonight,

and God Almighty will forgive you.

Thank you, Father.

Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.

I know.

I'm pregnant.

I, um...

I have to ask.

How do I know it's yours?

That day I came to you for help,

I decided to turn my life around.

I promised myself
no more cheap thrills.

Just life.

But I know I'm not fit
to keep this child, so I...

I'll leave today.

I I promise I'll try
to pay you back somehow.

No, I... don't.

We'll leave together.

I'm really not fit for this anymore.

No, no, no, it's complicated.

No, what?
What's complicated?

They're gonna come after us.

I still owe them money.

How much?

Twenty grand.

Take this.

Get yourself a room at the motel
next to the train station.

We'll go first thing in the
morning and settle your debt.

I I can't do this.

Yes, you can, and you will.

Son of a bitch.

Under the sink.

Never saw that coming.

Must have got some action.

I'll give you a bonus, I suppose.

Burn it all down.

Save yourself.

Burn it all down.

Save yourself.

Are you committed?

I think you are beyond saving.

You've got friends in high places.

That's the only reason you are here.

But if your friends
think this is what you need,

I'll show you the time of your life.

Welcome to Monastero Saligia.

Wake up.

What did you do to her?

I'm not sure what I find
more troubling,

your current condition,
or your reading material.

Holy shit.

Charlie.

From your host's handbook
for treating sinners.

But then again, it does have a
fairly acceptable success rate.

Untie me, Charlie.

Of course.

But first, can you tell me

why do you think you were tied down?

Um...

some crazy nun tried to stab me
with a crucifix.

Classic.

I'm serious.

Hmm.

What was that all about?

Vatican Intelligence.

Prego, senor.

Grazie.

Best gelato in Rome.

You like the view?

It's all a bit overkill,
don't you think?

Say what you will
about good old Benito,

but he truly understood
the essence of religion.

Who?

Mussolini.

Il Duce.

If it wasn't for him,

the Vatican wouldn't have its own state,

and you would be rotting
in jail right now.

Aggravated arson, hate crime.

Ten years, I would say.

It's a nice thought,

owing your freedom to a dictator.

Is that why you tried to kill yourself?

You thought it would set you free.

Because I got to tell you,

there are much better reasons
on this God's earth,

to give one's life away.

Come, I'll buy you a drink instead.

What is it gonna be, folks?

Uh, Jack.

You got it.

There you go.

Cheers... Jack.

Cheers, Padre.

There's no trick.

I'm as blind as a bat.

You're sitting in the bar that
could only be more run down

since last time I saw it,

which tells me you're not
from a family

that would have a crest or a ring.

You're in a deadbeat bar
on a Sunday afternoon,

so you probably
ain't married either.

Now, the ring could be rock and roll.

Didn't sound hollow, though.
It sounded sharp,

like it had something on top of it,

like your skulls or your
sword, or a crucifix.

Silence implies consent.

Now, who's driving?
The other padre?

Indeed. Orange juice, please.

Oh, sure.

The stories they tell of you,
they are no exaggeration.

Sure they are.

And if Jesus was alive today,

he'd be doing magic tricks
at birthday parties

and get booed off the stage.

Don't buy into myths.

I guess Father O.J. here is a local.

How about you, son?

What brings you
to the Eternal City?

Okay, I think it's best
if we move to a table.

Yeah.

Okay.

I'm just screwing with you boys.

I mean, if you're
old enough to fuck,

you're old enough
to be fucked with.

Bye, Padre.

I had to pull all the strings I ever held

to get you in Saligia.

Thank you.

You'd better.

If I hadn't, you would have
been excommunicated.

It's starting to feel
inevitable, Charlie.

Hmm.

You're a good man.

And only good men
get their hearts broken.

Even by a whore?

Especially by a whore.

I was just trying to save her.

But God had different plans.

Like what?

What the hell is this?

We're not sure.
Something new.

An underground group

that champions anarchy
by way of terror,

and whose focal point
is the Catholic Church.

This graffiti, we tried
to identify them with the help

of the best handwriting
experts in the world.

We found some matches in Testaccio.

That's Rome's most depraved neighborhood.

Drugs, prostitution,
underground clubs of all kinds.

But if you look at the writings, though,

they are pretty interesting.

Pelaguis.

Mr. Freewill himself.

This is not the work
of some angry kids.

These are serious scholars.
Men of the cloth.

Or at least they once were.

You think they were expelled from Saligia.

You see?

I chose you for a reason.

For what?

This was photographed
a couple of years ago.

One of the inmates wrote it
with his own shit.

The same handwriting.

- Who is he?
- We don't know.

They never found the culprit,

and obviously he is no longer there.

But whoever he is,

I'm convinced he's part
of a bigger group,

backed by someone
with infinite resources.

And I'm afraid they could pull
off something we can't foresee.

Something of earth shattering
proportions.

Like what?

That's what I need you to find out.

I need a man who can go under.

Attract the ants,
find the queen,

and see what she's after.

Why me?

Well, you're the perfect choice.

You spent a decade with convicts,

and run with your brother before that.

I was just a kid.

As tough a kid as I've ever seen.

Thank God your mom let me
place you in the seminary.

Can you imagine where
you would be if she hadn't?

The point is, I'm the only one alive

who knows how far you've come.

God was truly by your side
when you needed him.

You want to throw
your life away?

Fine.

But you have a chance
to rediscover your faith

and to save yourself.

Listen, you do this

and I'll get you
an audience with the Pope.

Personal pardon.

Then you pick a post
anywhere in the world.

Where do I start?

I've booked you a room in Testaccio.

There's a map in the
folder that shows you

where the most
relevant walls are.

Hi.

Aside from that, all we know
is the leader's pseudonym.

Sunday.

- Sunday?
- Mm hmm.

Great, that should make it
easy to ask around.

"That we are able to do good is of God.

That we actually do good
is of ourselves."

"Day by day, hour by hour,

we have to choose between good and evil."

"The freedom to choose makes us like God.

"If we choose evil,
that freedom becomes a curse.

If we choose good, it becomes
our greatest blessing."

Mussolini.

Il Duce.

Come on.

Ciao, Santo.

Duce! Duce! Duce!

Duce! Duce! Duce!
Duce! Duce!

Go! Go! Get help!

Duce!

If he was following her,

then why would he defend her?

You shouldn't have
brought him here.

He saved me.
Doesn't that mean something?

It proves...

Enough. What happened to her
could happen to anybody.

We're getting close.
We're all...

So let's ask somebody.

Why won't you tell us the plan?

- Maybe he hasn't told you...
- He?

- You don't know it's a he.
- I'm just saying.

You don't know what you're saying.

I know the plan,
but we're not ready.

Not until he says so.

So, what do we do now?

We test his commitment.

God knows we could use
more committed men.

Where am I?

Come, sit with us.

Who were those men?

I went to school with one of them.

I have a Jewish last name.

But my father left us,
and besides, my mother...

All that matters
is that you're safe.

Thanks to you.

They need to be stopped.

Tonight, we put a plan into action.

One that will eradicate
all traces of thugs like that.

One to destroy both the symptoms
and their cause.

How?

Excellent question.

You're new here, aren't you?

Been here a few days.

Will you trust us tonight?

To make you see.

- Are you committed?
- Wake up.

Hey.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Stay with me.

Wait.

You're late.

Tough night again?

- I'm sorry.
- What is going on?

We wanted to formally
introduce ourselves.

Monday.

Tuesday.

Wednesday.

Friday.

And I am Saturday.

So, who are you?

I'm... I'm Smith.

That is your name, but who are you?

Is he okay?

Oh, he'll be all right.

He's having a crisis of faith.
We're trying to save his soul.

Repeat after me.

Life was a fly that faded,

and death the drone that stung.

The world was very old indeed
when you and I were young.

We have seen the city of Mansoul,

even as it rocked relieved.

Blessed are they who did not see,

- but being blind...
- Believed.

Believed.

He's gonna die.
We need to call an ambulance.

You believe in self sacrifice?

Why, yes. A perfect way to call attention.

Just ask your Christ Almighty.

We're not insane.

- Then what are you?
- They will call us terrorists,

but we are warriors of change.

Where are your weapons?

A man's brain is his weapon.
We're heavily armed.

He's losing too much blood.

- He's gonna die.
- Friday.

What's it to you
if he lives or dies?

What?

Who sent you?

I can smell a priest,
and you stink.

I was a priest, but I'm not anymore.

They sent me here for rehab.

But it was too late.

I'd lost my faith already.

I was excommunicated.

You were in Saligia?

Yeah.

Come with me.

I was a nun

when I was assigned
to a mission in the Congo.

One night we were in
this village near Misama,

and in the middle of the night

one of the priest crawls into my bed

and whispers, "Are you wet?"

I was so shocked
I couldn't open my mouth.

And then he touched me.

I tried to make him stop,
but he kept going.

He kept forcing himself.

I tried to scream.

And then at some point...

I just separated my mind from my body.

And I realized it's the mind
that needs to be freed,

not the body.

I'm so sorry.

He threatened to kill me
if I told anyone.

I pretended to be in shock.

And then when he finally
went back to his quarters,

I got up, found the biggest
knife I could get my hands on,

and butchered him in his sleep.

And then I realized,

God is a myth.

It wasn't when he was raping
me... That's just my body.

It was when I killed a man

that I understood, it's just me.

My decisions, my actions.

We're all alone.

And they sent you to Saligia?

I managed to escape,

thanks to one special man.

And then, I decided to
put an end to it all.

To change everything.

Saturday!

- How is he?
- Oh, relax.

This man is gonna die

if we don't take him
to a hospital right now.

- Friday!
- Hey!

Psychological anarchy
is a state of mind.

There is only you and the
consequences of your actions.

Are you willing to accept that?

- Are you?
- Decisions, decisions.

Okay. Okay, yes, I accept.

Oh! I always love
difficult cases.

- Now fucking do something.
- Already done.

Come on.

You will not say anything
about what you just saw.

You're one of us now.
You'd better not let me down.

- What?
- Friday!

Hey.

Hey, wake up.

Come on, quickly.

They're waiting for us.

Stay with me.

You're late.

Tough night again?

I'm sorry, what's going on?

Wait a second, that's exactly
what I said to you

before you formally
introduced yourselves.

I'm going insane.

Oh, no, you're not insane.

You proved your sanity.
That's why you're here.

You're one of the sane ones.

Friday.

Wednesday. Tuesday.

I'm Saturday.

Where's Monday?

What is it to you?

Where's Thursday?

You're Thursday.

- I chose you for a reason.
- For what?

What's wrong with you?

No, I'm just...

Pull yourself together.

You're key to the resistance.

The resistance?

Gruppo d'Azione Patriottica.

We're gonna stop Mussolini
from corrupting the Church.

If it wasn't for him,

the Vatican wouldn't have
its own state.

What day is it today?

March 22nd.

What year?

What year?

1942.

I'm dreaming.

- This is a dream.
- Feels like it, doesn't it?

No, no, no,
I mean I'm dreaming now.

I'm actually asleep,
and this is a dream.

I'm making this up.

Just fucking say something!

They found us!

There must be another mole.

No, no, it cannot be him.

He's the only one
that's ever been here.

Come on.

Friday, torch it.

Are you committed?

Yeah.

Good. I need you to lead them astray.
Now, run.

Go!

Quick, through here.

Aah!

Jack?

Bull's eye.

Still got it, Padre.

So, you want to tell me
what happened to you last night?

What do you mean?

You busted in all wet,

smelling like you
rolled in the gutter,

murmuring "Death to Il Duce,
freedom to the people."

That was the partisan slogan
in World War II.

- Wait, what?
- I said that?

Just before you drank yourself
into submission.

I think I found them.

Found who?

The group.

I think they were trying to test me,

and then police showed up.

And then we all ran.

Everyone but Monday.

You okay, Padre?
You seem lost.

Well, I I am lost.

I I don't know what
to believe anymore.

Good old crisis of faith.

Been there.

I lost both my eyes for God and country,

and had to learn the hard way

there's only me and the
consequences of my actions.

We're all alone.

Where did you hear that?

Hear what?

Just trying to interpret
what you said last night.

"Death to Il Duce, freedom to the people."

Il Duce was Mussolini's nickname.

It means, "the leader."

Maybe you think we should be
careful who we chose to follow.

Maybe you think
there is no leader at all.

Yes, that's exactly it.

There's no Sunday.

Thanks, Jack.

Thanks. Uh, got to run.

So, what did you find?

I'm, uh... I'm Thursday.

You can't be.

I am.

The former Thursday quit,

and they inducted me
the new Thursday.

Who did?

Saturday. She's the leader.

You were right, looks like
they're all former Saligia.

Saturday?
She can't be the leader.

Listen, I'm pretty certain
she is the leader.

Sunday is the leader.

No, there was no Sunday.

And no Thursday either.

That woman ran the whole show.

She is the leader.

And even if there is a Sunday,
he's just a...

I don't know, okay?

I was passed out
in front of a bar this morning.

I had this weird nightmare.

Are you sure you even met them?

Of course I did...

I think.

So, nothing on Sunday.

There is no Sunday.

You believe there is no Sunday?

Carlo, great to see you.

How are you, Ispettore?

Excuse us, Ispettore. Let's go.

I was here last night.

She wrote the poem with his blood.

I thought it was just...

Oh, Lord, did they actually kill them?

- Who?
- Monday.

Thursday was found dead last month

floating lifeless in the river.

What?

Why didn't you tell me?

I think they thought
he was a mole.

Relax.

It seems someone is feeding her
with false information.

Who?

It doesn't matter.

What's important is that
your secret is safe with me.

We need to find Sunday.

We need to know
what they're after.

Don't turn your back on God.

Why?

He sure as hell
turned his back on me.

Because you should have faith
in your own righteousness.

And if you believe you can
right your wrongdoings,

then you can do it for other people.

Do you believe you can
right your wrongdoings?

Yes.

Well, then you believe in God.

You were supposed
to take me to her.

What? Take you to who?

Saturday.

She told me that you'd
know where she is.

No, I don't. Why would I?

Don't fuck with me, boy!

I'm gonna shoot you
right here, right now,

and I'm gonna tell her
you're the mole.

No, no.

Charles.

Hmm.

No bruises.
Just painful memories.

Imperative to your
ultimate success.

Good.

I'm sorry about this,
but they are getting paranoid.

They could never suspect you.
You're doing a remarkable job.

Where are we?

What is this?

Friday was also our agent,

but he lost his nerve.

He was gonna gun Saturday down
before she did him.

So we set up the meeting
on the bridge, as a test.

He failed.

Saturday can't be compromised.

We're gonna drop you
next to her house,

and you tell her
we surprised you at the bridge.

There was a shootout,

and Friday, in his dying breath...

- What?
- ...told you to find her

and warn her.

You know where Saturday is?

Of course.

I told you...

the mission is Sunday!

You must convince her
to lead you to him.

Why would she believe me?

No, no.

Because you're a hero.

You jumped out of the
ambulance and escaped.

Don't worry.

Tuesday will find you

and deliver you to her.

Long live Il Duce.

Relax, it's me, it's me.

It's me.

How the fuck did I get here?

I had Tuesday follow you
from your motel.

She picked you up
on the side of the road

after you jumped out
of a moving ambulance.

We suspected Friday
was an informer.

I told him you were gonna
bring him to me.

Tuesday saw the whole thing.

Said Friday walked you into a trap,

shot you in the arm,
but you managed to escape.

Why did you have me followed?

Why would you use me as bait?

I didn't know if I could
trust you or not.

I wanted to make sure
you were committed.

Committed to what?

Do you even know
what the mission is?

Did Sunday tell you
what we're after?

No.

What is it that you want?

What is this insanity really about?

Destroying the system?

Abolishing the Church?

- What?
- Church.

I want to abolish God.

- God?
- Yes.

I thought that you...
you didn't think he existed.

I think he's a myth,

but myths exist.

Did you ever see God?

Did you ever see Sunday?

I don't believe in creating
anarchy to achieve a goal.

If you have your own agenda,

all you'll eventually do
is create a new system.

People rise up for their rights.

I denounce rights
and I denounce wrongs.

When I'm through,
there will be no God,

there will be no system.

There will be nothing.

Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.

Freedom.

No.

You keep it.

What's wrong?

Been having these weird dreams

ever since I got here.

I just don't know
what's real anymore.

Who is Sunday?

There is no Sunday.

I made him up.

Shit.

I tried to protect you.

If there is no Sunday,

it's her that needs to be stopped.

You saved me.

Go on, get out of here.

I'll clean it up.

We'll meet in this bar
in exactly 48 hours.

You, me, and Wednesday.

We can finish this job,

blow Il Duce to pieces
once and for all. Come on.

Are you a tool of God, Father?

I want to be tested.
Believe me, I want to.

You do this, and I'll get you

an audience with the pope.

Personal pardon.

Do you believe you can right
your wrongdoings?

When I'm through,
there will be no God.

There will be no system.

There will be nothing!

There are much better
reasons on this God's earth

to give one's life away.

Save yourself.
Save yourself.

There you are.

I've been worried sick about you.

Sugar?

Scotch.

So, what did you find?

I'm tired of this.

I want to wake up.

- Wake up from what?
- I'm dreaming.

This is not real.

This table is not real.

This horrible tea is not real.

You're not real.
This jacket is not...

Shh!

Calm down. Have you lost your mind?

Oh, my God.

I thought it was a dream.

I thought it was a nightmare.

But they're actually all dead, aren't they?

Monday was a mole.

You're a mole.

And Tuesday, and Friday, and me.

How many of us were working for you?

Hmm.

Everyone.

Except Saturday and Sunday.

And still, we have
no identity on Sunday.

Nothing. Who is he?

There is no Sunday.
She made him up.

She's making a bomb.

She wants to blow up Il Duce.

- You too.
- And if you're right,

he is gonna personally decorate you.

I give you my word.

Wait, wait, just let me use the restroom.

Okay.

Come on, kid.

I've got the SWAT team waiting.

It's your big moment.

Take her to Saligia tonight.

Saligia?
She attacked my men.

You just stopped
an assassination attempt

against the Pope.

I think it's a matter
best left for the Vatican.

The last thing you want
is this making the news.

Are we clear?

So...

you get to meet the Pope.

Il Duce, holy dude numero uno.

Thought I was lost
when I got here, but...

...crisis ongoing.

When you're sitting behind
the bar for as long as I have,

you come to learn one thing:
we're all the same.

We are mice on a boat to nowhere.

One day the water's gonna break in,

we're all gonna go under

when the big flood hits again.

So, not one righteous man, huh?

Not even one.

Here's my advice.

Wear your cloth, do your job,

get paid.

You just saved the Pope.

You will be remembered.

You, my friend,

have achieved immortality.

Of course, if you killed the Pope,

you'd be even harder to forget.

I got to take a leak.

Jesus Christ, what are you doing here?

No, what are you doing here?

What do you mean?

You think I like these piercings? Huh?

These stinky clothes?

Look at me.
I am a man of God.

I've done this for two years,
and when I almost got to him,

you just got to...

She was gonna introduce us
to the devil himself tonight,

- and you turned her in.
- Sunday?

Don't pretend you didn't know.

You're a double agent.
You work for him.

- No, no, I swear.
- Where is Sunday?

Charles, VIS.

I work for Charles.
Only him.

Carlo?

You work for Carlo too?

I can't believe
you survived the explosion.

It's a miracle.

His Holiness will thank you personally

and pardon you once you get well.

How's Jack?

Jack isn't gonna make it, kid.

Why?

Well, maybe it's his lack of faith.

No, Jack has faith.

Only his faith isn't blind.

He doesn't buy into concepts,
God, the devil, religion.

He simply believes in live and let live.

Mm hmm.

Some kind of faith may be good...

for mosquitoes.

Men are perpetual sinners
in need of constant order.

Yeah, I don't know, Charlie.

Perhaps if God showed himself
every once in a while,

it'd be easier for the
common man to believe.

And maybe we wouldn't sin so much.

And how would that help Jack?

Even if God made himself present,

he would not be able to see.

Get some sleep, son.

You'll become a new hero.

Saint Smith.

Jack?

Jack?

Nurse!

Jack.

Jesus Christ.

You all right?
I thought you were dying.

Can I get you anything?

Whiskey, thank you very much.

Jack, I know who you are.

I know you're Sunday.

You are him, and you can see.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

I can't see.

I...

I'm scared.

I'm so fucking scared.

I see God.

If I fear him so much,

what am I gonna feel
about the devil, Father?

Please tell me.

What do you think?

No. No. No.

No!

Nurse!

Cleanse them of their sins

and fulfill their ardent desires,

that maybe made worthy to behold,

be face to face in thy glory.

Stop.

Huh.

The new saint has arrived.

How did she die?

She killed herself, obviously.

Ever the true believer.

Nothing like self sacrifice
to hammer home your cause.

She didn't have a cause.

Chaos is also a cause.

She had some lethal poison
prepared for the occasion.

Turns out she really
knew her chemicals.

She wanted to make a statement,

but no one will ever even know
who she was.

The Church will eradicate her from history.

We cover what we must,

or what we can.

If she had succeeded, it would
have been very different.

But if she didn't exist,

then who did I stop?

That's a very good question,

but better keep it to yourself.

Or you'll be the one
hammered to the cross.

Can you believe?

She had no heart.

Wake up, son.

The Pope wants to bless you.

What's wrong, kid?

She would've never made it.

So, have you thought about
your next destination?

I'd actually like to stay
here for a while.

Bask in the corrupt glory of Rome.

Watch it.

Is this really the city of God?

Or is it the one bought and paid
for by a fascist dictator?

Silent consent for the murder
of millions to build Holy See.

If we could change the system
from within, Charles,

but I really want to believe.

I want to with all my heart.

But if not,

I'm just not that interested anymore.

Well, you're being tested, kid,

but I still like your chances.

Saturday didn't voice
her criticism, all right?

She wasn't entirely wrong.

- We can and we should evolve!
- Come on.

Saturday was a lunatic,

a psychiatry case
that needed to be treated.

Inventing Sunday, how
delusionally brilliant.

We just let her operate freely

to find a leader that doesn't exist,

because there was no Sunday, was there?

If one person is delusional,

it's a psychiatric case.

If a lot of people are,

it's religion.

Go get your blessing.

His Holiness will see you now.

Holy Father.

You helped uncover a plot to kill me,

for which I'm grateful.

I prayed for your soul.

I hear from Charles

you have failed others in your life.

Am I a lost cause?

Faith is being certain
of that which can be proven.

A true believer makes his eyes
blind to temptation,

so that his heart can
lead him to the divine.

Do you believe even a blind man
can find his way

from darkness into light?

Your faith is strong.

May I be so bold as to ask,
Your Holiness?

This belonged to someone I...

I cared about.

Would you bless it?

Is Your Holiness all right?

Oh, my God.

Oh, God. Oh, Lord.

Oh!

You keep it.

No.

No, no, I had nothing
to do with this.

I know.

We need to call an ambulance.

No, Saturday gave me
the crucifix.

I just wanted him to bless it,
pray for her soul.

You need to go.

Your freedom awaits you.

Oh, God.

It's you?

You're Sunday.

Why?

Like you said, it's time to evolve.

It will take a little
while, but it will happen.

Now, before you go,

would you be so kind

and give me your best shot?

Go.

I'll give you a head start.

Come on, come on!

Get in! Come on!

The Pope is dead.
You killed him.

It was Sunday's doing,
all of it, I swear. Come on.

You were dead.
I saw your corpse.

He said you swallowed poison.

There was also poison in the crucifix.

Sunday gave it to me on the
day I got expelled from Saligia.

I did not kill Monday
or the previous Thursday.

He did.
He had Friday shot,

and he planted the bomb in Jack's bar.

It was all him.
You have to believe me.

He was going to frame me
for the Pope's death

and make you into a martyr.

How the hell do you know all this?

Hold on.

Who are you?

Given many religions recognize
God to be the judge,

I guess I'd be prosecutor.

Fuck me, you are crazy.

You just accused me
of resurrecting myself

from the dead... I'm crazy?

Revelation 12:9,

"This great dragon, the ancient serpent

"called the devil, or Satan.

"The one that deceives the whole
world was thrown down to earth

with all of his angels."

You wanted proof, remember?

Here I am.

God's own agent.

Hold on.

This can't be true.

Oh, it can and it is.

I did what you wanted.
We achieved our goal.

You always knew
it had to end this way.

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us today our daily bread.

What nerve.

Praying to God now?

What's your angle, I wonder?

Go on, finish it.

Lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

Charles,

what the fuck are you doing?

One of you needs to take
the fall for the assassination

and die for our mission
to be complete.

There is no other way.

This is the lamb of God

who takes away
the sins of the world.

Happy are those who are
called to his supper.

Say it.

Charles, you're fucking insane.

Thursday, don't.

- Step aside, kid.
- I am not...

I am the devil.

Stop it. Stop.

You can't kill her, Charles.

Take me.

I'm ready.

Lord...

I am not worthy to receive you...

but only say the word

and I shall be healed.

Amen.

Rest in peace, my son.

No!

These pitiful creatures.

A real saint.

Who would have thought it?

Wasn't expecting this, though.

I mean, for you to grace us in the flesh.

Can you believe it?

I tell him to his face

I am the devil.

In one ear, out the other.

We never had a draw before.

What was the wager?

Find a soul in desperation, a lost cause,

and get him.

One soul lost is humanity lost.

One soul saved is humanity saved.

I win.

No.

No, you don't.

I had him.

He loved me.

He died for me!

Thursday believed you were good.

He loved you for all the lies you told him.

And he died in the name
of innocence...

saving you.

The man reformed.

He's with me.

He's with me.

He's with me.

He's with me.

Life was a fly that faded,

and death the drone that stung.

The world was very old...
The world was very old

indeed when you and I
were young.

We have seen the city of Mansoul

even as it rocked relieved...
Even as it rocked relieved.

Blessed are they
who did not see,

but being blind believed.

For the hunter, the kill

For the conqueror, the thrill

For you

For you, yeah

For the whole world to see

To show what you mean

To me

To me, yeah

By the law we break

By the law we say

By the blood in me

I can't get you free

I got all your chemicals

In my bloodstream

I got all your chemicals

In my veins

And I hope you can see

That I'm not quite
over you just yet

I got all your chemicals

In my veins

There's a moth in the flame

As the hunter, the game

I wrote

To you, yeah

For the whole world to see

You crawl under my skin

By the love in me

I swear I can't get free

I got all your chemicals

In my bloodstream

I got all your chemicals

In my veins

And I hope you can see

That I'm not quite over you
just yet

I got all your chemicals

In my veins

All your chemicals in my veins