All language subtitles for The.New.Pope.S01E09.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Lenny Belardo's woken up,
and he's coming back.

When shall I make my return?

You should begin with
a discreet visit to the sisters,

and I will leak a photo of you
to the media.

♪ (ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

Spalleta and Tomas Altbruck
are laundering money.

With your permission,
I will eliminate them...

-MAN: What do you want?
-MAN 2: Your resignations.

VOIELLO ...and I will return
as your secretary of state.

MAN 3: The Vatican is in
the midst of a crisis.

LENNY BELARDO: They're targeting

the most vital centers
of Catholicism.

VOIELLO: We have to make
a decision about the future.

SIR JOHN BRANNOX:
What do you recommend we do?

That is a decision only you
and Pius XIII can decide.

BRANNOX: How?

VOIELLO: By meeting.

[TV static drones]

[bright tone]

- 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.

[reporters clamoring]

[tense music]

[instrumental rock version
of "All Along the Watchtower"]

♪ ♪

[applause]

♪ ♪

[applause continues]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- How am I?

- Dazzling.

- I 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.

[cheers and applause]

Sorrow has no hierarchy.

Suffering is not a sport.

There is no final ranking.

Tormented by acne and shyness,

by stretch marks
and discomfort,

by baldness and insecurity,

by anorexia and bulimia,

by obesity and diversity,

reviled for the color
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.

[dramatic music]

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.

[cheers and applause]

- 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 the body of Christ.

Isn't it the same for you?

- You must realize 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 minimizes damages

and maximizes profits.

Outside of here,
they call it capitalism.

But we've been practicing it

since the time
of the catacombs.

[Emilio Livi & Trio Lescano's

"Non Dimenticar
Le Mie Parole"]

- [singing in Italian]

[people clamoring]

♪ ♪

- 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.

[birds chirping]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [speaking Italian]

[birds chirping]

[all weeping]

- [inhales shakily]

Please, do with me
what you will,

but let the children go.

[blow lands]
[children sobbing]

- 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 analyze 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'm 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.

Caliph knows that.

That'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 the 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.

[dramatic music]

John.

You're gonna have
to resign yourself

to believing in me...

Now that you've realized

what I am.

crowd: [chanting]
Free them now!

Free them now!
Free them now!

Free them now!

Free them now!
Free them now!

Free them now!
Free them now!

Free them now!
Free them now!

Free them now!
Free them now!

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- 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 skeptical.

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."

[tense music]

♪ ♪

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.

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.

If 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 marvelous 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're 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 now
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.

[indistinct chatter]

[tense music]

- 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.

♪ ♪

- 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're 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, uh,
just a little wound up.

- Ah, okay.

So why don't you try
to wind him down a little?

'Cause 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,
World 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
gonna 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?

- [breathes deeply]

- 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 front lines 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.
[camera shutter clicking]

Am I wrong,
General Parker?

See?

We might be a little rusty,

but we still know
a thing or two about war.

- 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?

[delicate harp music]

When?

[gunshot]
[all screaming]

[all sobbing]

♪ ♪

[crying echoes faintly]

♪ ♪

- [breathes deeply]

♪ ♪

- 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.

[footsteps approaching]

- Your Holiness,

John Paul III
would like to see you.

♪ ♪

[both exhale heavily]

♪ ♪

- Your Eminence.

- Bauer,
what are you doing here?

- Brought someone to see you.

[footsteps approaching]

- 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.

- [speaking Arabic]

- [speaking Arabic]

- 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 fulfill
my one and only ambition...

to be forgotten.

- But you are the pope.

- No.

I am a fragile piece
of porcelain.

[dramatic music]

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?

- Hmm, let's keep it for now,
shall we?

As Cardinal Newman used to say,
"One never knows in life."

♪ ♪

[camera shutters clicking]

[birds chirping]

[bell rings]

[bell rings]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[all weeping]

♪ ♪

[children breathing heavily]

[zip tie buzzing]

[zip tie buzzing]

- Stand up.

- [inhales sharply]

[Lily Allen's "Three"]

♪ ♪

- ♪ 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 ♪

[crowd cheering]

♪ 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-mâché fish, Mom ♪

♪ ♪

♪ 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 coloring in ♪
- [speaking Italian]

- That's Amber,
an escort from Hanover.

She follows me everywhere.

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

I'm gonna miss you, Voiello.

- You are leaving?

- Yeah, 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.

[classical music]

♪ ♪

- 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 abhorrent.

All this, John Paul III,

with great humility,
calls the middle way.

In the past few days,
I've understood.

It is not the middle way.

It is the way.

[Grasscut's "Curlews"]

♪ ♪

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 imposter?

Is he Christ,

or is he the Antichrist?

Is he alive,
or is he dead?

It doesn't matter.

[wind whistling softly]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Under a mile ♪

- You know what is so beautiful
about questions?

- ♪ To the sea ♪

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

♪ ♪

- ♪ Harbor lights ♪

- 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.

♪ ♪

[exhales heavily]

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.

- ♪ 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 around again ♪

♪ And washes away ♪

♪ All but every fragment ♪

♪ What light remains ♪

♪ All but lost to me now ♪

♪ ♪

♪ All but lost to me now ♪

♪ To me now ♪

♪ ♪

♪ All but lost to me now ♪

♪ To me now ♪

♪ ♪

[fabric rustling]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[bell tolling faintly]

- [whimpering]

[birds chirping]

- 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, hardworking,

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

1,000 times.

And in the end,

I didn't find a single name

that responds to the call.

- I did.
[bird chirping]

I've found a name.

- Which one, Don Cavallo?

- The last one
alphabetically.

Voiello Angelo.

- Why do you always have
to make me feel so uneasy?

[waves crashing]

[Flume featuring Kai's
"Never Be Like You"]

♪ ♪

- ♪ What I would do ♪

♪ To take away this fear
of being loved ♪

♪ Allegiance to the pain ♪

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

♪ He'll never be like you ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I would give anything
to change ♪

[keys jingling]

♪ This fickle-minded heart ♪

♪ That loves
fake shiny things ♪

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

♪ He'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 okay ♪

♪ 'Cause I got it,
ooh ♪

♪ He'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 okay ♪

♪ 'Cause I got it,
ooh ♪

♪ He'll 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 ♪

♪ He'll 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 ♪

♪ He'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 okay ♪

♪ 'Cause I got it,
ooh ♪

♪ He'll never be like you ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Baby,
baby, please believe me ♪

♪ Come on, take it easy ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Please don't ever leave me ♪

♪ Ooh, he'll never be
like you ♪

♪ ♪

[water splashes]

[seagulls calling]

- [speaking Italian]

- [blows raspberry]

- [scoffs]

[bright tone]

(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)

JESS: Who are you?

This person
something terrible happened to.

But you're not that here.

When was the last time
you really let go, Sam?

WOMAN: There's something
special about this place.

Long way from home
on such a day.

MAN: Times have been hard.

We've been through some
bad things.

But helping peoples
what this place is all about.

SAM: Thank you...
but I can't stay.

MAN:
But you need to come with us.

Before that causeway closes,

and you have to stay here
in paradise forever.

Well, you can't leave.

Excuse me?

WOMAN: Something appalling
happened here.

And it's raging inside.

Most people
are scared of pain.

But they don't know
how warm it can be.

(INAUDIBLE)