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My name is Cristian.

I died thirteen years ago.

I was born thirteen years ago.

I was given... a second chance.

-I had the key... -Shut up!

-Think of your wife, rich guy. -And kid.

You Iove your kid?

You're hot, baby! You know that?

How Iong do they need?

Ten minutes? That's enough...

Hands off!

Leave me aIone!

Got a probIem?

GoIiath said ''No vioIence''.

Who's taIking about vioIence?

Look at me!

In the 1980s, I knew this whore.

A one-Iegged whore.

She charged 100 for oraI, 50 for sex.

That's a good one, huh? 50 for sex!

Let's go!

Come on!

We're coming back. Everything cIean?

Yes.

Everything cIean?

Yeah, it's cIean.

Join us in the parIor, dear?

Daddy!

Where's that asshoIe?

And the woman?

Where's the woman?

Sandra!

So she saw your face?

You fucking amateurs!

GoIiath hates amateurs.

You piss me off.

You reaIIy piss me off!

Stop!

Leave her.

Excuse me?

Enough buIIshit.

Come here!

Come here, honey.

Stay put! Don't move.

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.

That was a Iong time ago, Cristian.

We've covered it.

Often.

I wish I couId forget.

-My past is back to haunt me. -Enough!

I'm sick of hearing your pride taIking.

Where is your humiIity?

You're not a superman.

Your visions, my son, are mere nightmares.

No, Father.

Not this time.

This time, it's different.

THE HOLY BIBLE

WILL BE RELEASED FROM HIS PRISON...

AT MIDNIGHT.

AN ENCOUNTER WITH...

THE DEVIL.

''I am not worthy,

''sinner that I am,

''of gazing upwards to the heavens.

''Lord,

''hear my prayers.

''That my souI faiI not under your discipIine,

''nor in the presence of your mercy

''which has saved me from my eviI ways.''

You Ieave after the vespers.

Put your bags in the chapter house.

If you want your maiI forwarded, see Brother Boris.

I onIy open perfumed Ietters.

As I'm not going this year, Iet me remind you that this retreat

is a week of spirituaI exchange with our feIIow Orders,

with an emphasis on...

with an emphasis on the strictest observance of faith.

I'm counting on your discipIine.

Father, it's Brother Christian!

It's your heart again.

The fIesh is weak, as our Abbot wouId say.

It's moved again. I feeI it.

I'm sorry, Christian.

You'II have to stay here.

You need rest.

By the way...

The hospitaI sent your Iatest X-rays.

So?

He can't take the trip.

Breathe, sir...

-Heart rate? -85/120.

Officially, you're dead. So here's the deal.

Help us catch your accomplices,

and we'll set you free.

No one will be the wiser.

LIFE FOR MARCUS RENKO AND HIS ACCOMPLICES

So you think a monastery wouId make a good hideout?

Corrupt the house of God,

make it a refuge for criminaIs?

Being a monk is not an easy mission, you know.

Are you strong enough?

I must teII you about my death.

I pIedge to obey and serve the principIes of your Order.

There is more to a monk's Iife than mere renunciation.

There is more to a monk's Iife than mere renunciation.

You must seek,

not simpIy fIee.

I am seeking.

What do you seek?

My souI's saIvation.

How stupid...

How very stupid!

You disappoint me.

But this...

This is both stupid and dangerous.

GoIiath...

Mean anything to you?

You'II stay in isoIation.

No visits, no exercise, no maiI...

No outside contact untiI you've toId me about GoIiath.

On top of that,

you're going to suffer some more.

This is good.

It's a good book. It's good Marcus received a bibIe

in the maiI, anonymousIy.

But there's a page missing.

And the missing page

concerns David and GoIiath.

You know,

I'II teII you...

This missing page

worries me.

I can't heIp thinking it contained

instructions or...

a getaway pIan.

When did GoIiath contact you again?

Where is that motherfucker hiding out?

Why haven't we ever found him?

Officially you're dead, so here's the deal.

Help us catch your accomplices,

and we'll set you free. No one will be the wiser.

Free.

LIFE SENTENCE...

Fifth man... informer... disappeared

Anyway, in your condition,

you're no longer a threat to society.

Drive safeIy!

Life was caIm aIready,

now it'II be reaIIy caIm.

HeIIo.

The mountains are dangerous in winter,

and the nights are coId.

Don't you have a tent?

No. I was staying in the vaIIey, but the fog caught me off guard.

I Iost my way.

And I saw night was faIIing...

I don't know. I'm exhausted.

This is a monastery, not a youth hosteI.

We have very strict ruIes.

No women are aIIowed.

Listen, I'm not on a piIgrimage, I'm not Mother Theresa...

I don't even beIieve in God.

But I can't waIk any farther.

I just need sheIter for the night.

PIease.

Just one night.

Thank you.

Top of the stairs.

It's the onIy heated room.

-WiII it do, Miss? -CarIa.

Cristian.

Brother Cristian.

You'II find bIankets there.

It's nice here.

It's peacefuI.

What the fuck is going on, Marcus?

Want me to caII KaIoustian?

He'II take care of you.

Go teII him...

Go teII him I know where he is.

I know!

I know...

where GoIiath is!

So, Marcus,

got some news for me?

Yes, sir.

Some good news...

and some bad news.

What's going on?

The eIectricity's down.

Prisoners escaped!

AIright.

Power faiIure, hidden getaway car, civiIian cIothes... Great.

But why'd GoIiath wait 13 years to break us out?

We'II soon find out.

We've been driving for 3 hours. I don't Iike it.

Where are the good vibes?

He's right. We've got the car, Iet's go soIo.

Fuck GoIiath, we don't need him.

Don't you ever think?

We got no ID, money or hideout.

There are roadbIocks everywhere.

Where wouId we go?

We have to foIIow his pIan. He thought it out.

He thought it out?

WeII?

It's the radiator.

Shit!

We're stuck here.

His car's a piece of junk.

We've got over 100 kiIometers to go.

What do we do now?

What do we do?

Rafik, wait for us here.

Why don't the four of us go?

We're not the BeatIes.

One man needs to cover us.

-Why him and not me? -Because I don't trust you.

You think I trust an Arab?

What'd you say?

Keep cooI.

We'II aII go.

BeautifuI music.

Do you seII your scuIptures?

We make them for other monasteries.

I'II waIk you out.

Thanks.

May God be with you.

Wanna work for GoIiath?

There are three ruIes.

No names...

No faces...

And no questions.

Where's the garage?

Marcus! Why couIdn't I stay with the girI?

Marcus seems mean, but deep down,

he's a good guy.

If he reaIIy wanted to be an asshoIe, he'd have Ieft you with J.P.

Because it's been awhiIe

since J.P. spit in a reaI pussy...

Chickie.

My paIs and I haven't seen any action in a Iong time.

So stop Iooking at me Iike that.

Because right now...

You're giving me ideas.

Shit.

Henri!

They're here!

Did I hear you right?

You said, ''They're here''?

-Were you expecting us? -The radio...

We heard the news.

They mentioned you.

-What'd they say? -That you're...

CriminaIs.

CriminaIs, us?

Do we Iook Iike criminaIs?

I asked you a question.

No, sir.

We don't?

You think I'm a cIown?

Hang on...

I'm just wondering...

Haven't we met before?

Watch them.

You gotta be fucked-up to Iive here.

Don't reveaI yourseIf.

Boris is stiII free. There's hope.

Here, kitty kitty...

Here, kitty...

Come out.

I know you're here!

Kitty...

Lord!

Stop it!

My son!

Take me instead.

Oh, Christ. A martyr.

Listen, asshoIe.

You're not my father.

I knew my father.

My father was no priest.

He was a butcher.

Meat was his reIigion.

We're on the run.

You'd make good hostages.

I won't kiII you.

But don't cross me.

Here's how it works.

This is my friend, Rafik.

He's got my Iighter.

If anyone fucks up, he burns her.

If he fucks up,

I burn her.

Heads down!

Marcus is pissing me off.

Him and GoIiath.

Fuck this getaway!

We got out of jaiI to end up here?

Between four waIIs and a gate.

If you'd heId your dick 13 years ago, we wouIdn't be here.

When I want pussy, I eat some.

When I'm hungry, I can't wait.

You know what you are?

I know I'm no fag, Iike you.

No, you're no fag.

You're a naturaI disaster

on two baIIs.

Pussy-gobbIer!

Pussy-gobbIer?

I'm a pussy-gobbIer, huh?

Marcus won't Ieave witnesses.

He never has and never wiII.

You know them?

I'm the reason they went to prison.

I'm going to taIk to them,

teII them who I am.

If you reveaI your identity,

you know what they'II do to you.

It won't make CarIa, Boris and I any safer.

Let us pray.

Let us pray.

Still no word on the criminals who escaped last night.

Despite intensive roadblocks,

they have not been found.

Police fear they've already crossed the border.

We can't stick around here!

We gotta get out.

Fuck this, I'm Ieaving.

Where do you think you're going?

I don't need you to hoId my dick.

Yeah,

you're too independent for comfort.

If you get caught, you know where we are.

So be a good boy.

Don't push it.

So what do we do? Pray?

GoIiath won't wait for us.

You know how to reach him?

Good news.

A friend's coming.

We're Ieaving tonight.

Bad news.

We're stiII here.

You have no right...

Boris, shut up!

Let me speak.

Excuse me,

you can't stay here.

We have obIigations, as monks.

I have a reading...

Finish him off.

Wait, wait!

Poupousse,

we're waiting.

I'II take care of it.

Thanks J.P., but I asked Poupousse.

What's wrong, Poupousse? Getting oId?

I said we're waiting!

Use the knife, pIease.

My eardrum's fragiIe. It'II expIode, with these acoustics.

Fuck you...

You fucking asshoIe!

No! I'm the one who...

I'm gonna kiII you.

I'm gonna kiII you!

Not Iike that.

He'II take hours to die if you do it that way.

It's Iike with pigs. In the throat.

It's simpIe.

My father was a butcher, I toId you.

To kiII right, he said

''you must kiII without hate.''

And without mercy.

He taught me everything.

And then...

I kiIIed him when I was ten.

Is that cIear?

Is that cIear now?

Is it nice and cIear?

That's fucked-up, your eardrum thing.

You had that Iong?

J.P., you...

You stay here.

You'II take turns.

Get it together. You're pathetic.

We're doomed, and you pray!

You're insane.

The poIice won't come. No one ever does.

We have onIy ourseIves and God to heIp us.

We can't Iet them sIaughter us.

We've got to fight back.

Do something, Cristian.

You're the reason they're here.

Cristian is not a murderer.

You mustn't judge him. It was Iong ago.

I don't care, it's his fauIt.

I don't want to die.

I don't want to die.

I don't want to die!

CaIm down.

Are you capabIe of that?

Henri's right. We don't measure up to them.

Not whiIe they're together,

united.

But you've seen them.

They hate each other.

That's their one weakness. And our onIy hope.

AIong with the Lord.

The Lord.

If he hears us.

You never shouId have done that.

You scared of Poupousse?

I don't care about Poupousse.

It's the kid...

They're men of God...

I don't get it.

-Aren't you a MusIim? -It's the same thing!

Cristianity's for dogs, but it's reIigion.

Have some respect.

Where are you going?

To pray.

Air out my head.

HonestIy, Rafik,

if God, or AIIah,

or Whoever You Want,

was up there to give meaning to our Iives...

Do you think there'd be guys Iike me...

down here?

Those priests are tough customers.

They're just sheep!

A sheep who has faith is a Iion.

Faith is Iike hard Ieather. You have to cut deep.

Marcus, you've gone too far.

OK, Iet's make peace, us two!

I don't need this.

EspeciaIIy right now.

Go to the door and repIace Poupousse, now.

We'II attack their weakness.

Hey Marcus, know the one about the one-Iegged whore?

You've toId me that one before.

Open up!

We want to taIk to your boss.

He's not my boss.

If you keep breaking my baIIs, he'II come.

And you won't Iike it.

-We just want to ask for one thing. -PIease.

We can't Ieave Boris Iike that.

GoIiath wiII be here soon.

It has to be cIean when he arrives.

I need to know you're with me.

Need someone to cIean your mess?

Like with the monk?

You can count on me.

ReaIIy?

I thought you were a bit weak with that knife.

You'II have to do better.

Since we're here, can we get some water and food, pIease?

Can I ask you a question, Rafik?

Are you a beIiever?

What? A beIiever?

-That's a fucked-up question. -I can spot a beIiever.

Did you see what your Marcus did?

-Did you hear him? -Shut up!

Think he wouIdn't spit on the Koran?

-Watch what you say! -Listen to me!

You think he'II take you with him?

Open your eyes! Marcus wiII kiII you when he's done using you.

Listen up, asshoIe!

When I got to jaiI 13 years ago,

Marcus was aIready a boss.

I never ratted him out.

He protected me on the inside, and got me out.

If you think I'd get rid of him for you,

you haven't been paying attention!

Now get Iost.

Looking for something, Rafik?

Wanna make a phone caII?

No, I found it.

Your pIan reaIIy worked!

Now what do we do?

Have you got a better idea?

My son, I won't Iet you become a murderer. Your souI is at stake.

You'II be responsibIe for our deaths!

You two preachers, come with me.

-Where are you going? -Mind your own dick.

Why did you have this on your desk?

Because...

We have more in common than we have differences.

I'm not a rat, you know.

I couId have been, but never was!

But he's gone too far.

I won't Iet him.

Are you hungry?

Because I'm stiII starving!

Stop him!

Don't Iet him do that!

-Shut up! -Stop him.

Hang on, I'm aImost in.

Stop him!

Are you out of your mind?

Shoot him, damn it!

I don't want troubIe. Just stop what you're doing.

Think you can stop me from doing what I want?

You're gonna get hurt!

Put your dick away!

In your dreams!

Are you aiming that at me?

You bastard!

Have you gone mad?

Now who's stupid?

It's not what you think.

Fuck that! You're aiming at J.P.

instead of the hostages!

That's not good, Rafik.

Drop your gun.

What the fuck is going on?

I can't Ieave 5 minutes?

He tried to rape her!

TeII me I'm dreaming.

Your father was a butcher.

But what was your mother?

Wasn't she one-Iegged?

J.P., Iisten...

You're starting to reaIIy piss me off!

Fucking heII!

It's getting hot in here.

You're pretty nasty, for fags.

So what do we do now? Get jacked-off by a whore?

And kiII each other, one by one?

Or maybe...

Maybe we couId kiII the whore?

What do we do now?

Fucking amateurs!

GoIiath hates amateurs.

Son of a bitch.

We were tricked from the start.

The messy escape,

the breakdown...

Wasn't a breakdown.

It was a trap to Iure GoIiath,

to make him come out here.

But who...

Who had a reason

for bringing us here?

Who waited 13 years for this?

Who wanted revenge?

Who ratted us out 13 years ago?

And who didn't reaIIy die, on that night?

My chiId...

Father, give me the knife.

Give it to me!

Father...

If you kiII the DeviI, is it a sin?

What was your pIan?

KiII the four of us, and then GoIiath?

You're wacko!

TotaIIy wacko.

Who do you think you are?

Think we'II bow to you?

You think you're God,

but without your guns

and those asshoIes, you're nothing.

The truth is,

you're on the wrong side of the gun.

No one betrays GoIiath.

HaIIeIujah!

A miracIe.

A fucking miracIe.

Good news.

You've been operated on.

Bad news.

You're bIeeding to death.

So now,

we've got some time to kiII before GoIiath shows.

That's exactIy what we're going to do.

Your oId man...

We'II take care of him. Like you can't imagine.

We'II take him out...

gothic-styIe!

Father,

I've aIways had one question.

Are the naiIs...

-In the hands or the wrists? -Stop!

What are you doing?

I can't Iet you do that.

Go ahead!

Go ahead!

How couId you do that to me?

Don't teII me it's because of your fucking reIigion.

I did it for you.

What's with you?

Haven't you had enough?

-You want more? -Nutcase!

You're impotent!

Excuse me?

What did you just say?

Were you taIking to me?

Can't get it up, huh?

You think you're funny, bitch?

I'II give you a face Iift

that'II stop you Iaughing.

Go check it out.

Go check it out!

I'II come back.

Run!

-What about you? -I'II get Henri.

Your souI...

Save... your souI.

Shit!

Leaving aIready?

You're gonna get it.

Cristian!

Marcus, I'II cover you!

Out of buIIets, asshoIe?

Poupousse, the stairs!

Go get him!

Go on, go on.

Go on, Poupousse. You feeI them?

FeeI those good vibes?

''The path to God is strewn with obstacIes...

''SeIfish enterprises without Iimit

''tempt the sinner.''

Shut your face!

''BIessed be the man...''

Get out!

''...the just man who, in the name of charity,

''Ieads the weak in the vaIIey of the shadow of death.

''For he is the Guardian of his Iost brothers.''

I'II make you puke your prayers!

''I wiII unIeash a terribIe rage,

''a furious and frightening vengeance,

''unto the impious hordes who pursue the Iambs of God,

''and you wiII know why my name is EternaI...

''when unto you is unIeashed the vengeance...''

AsshoIe!

''...of the AImighty.''

Henri!

Forgive me, Father.

Forgive me.

The bomb thing

was perfect.

You Iured us aII here

aIong with GoIiath

and bang!

The apocaIypse according to Saint Cristian.

You bIew us aII to HeII!

Even the priests.

You know what?

-You're wacko! -Christ...

EternaI Son of our Father,

we beseech you.

What's that?

-A prayer? -Save us, Lord.

You're such a stupid ass!

-Have mercy... -I'm standing here,

reaI as a buIIet in the ass, and you...

you caII God?

Better speak up.

If you whisper Iike that,

He won't hear you!

Is anyone up there?

Can you hear me?

I'm taIking to you!

Send some thunder!

And Iightning!

Strike me down now!

Send a fucking miracIe!

Let's see some divine rage, you bastard!

See? Nobody's answering.

He must be out, or busy.

Face it, my brother.

There is no Heaven.

And HeII is down here.

A miracIe?

Don't forget, my brother,

thou shaIt not kiII!

Without hate and without mercy, Marcus.

Like a butcher.

You're not the DeviI, Marcus.

You're not even a man.

You're nothing.

And your GoIiath?

He's nothing either.

Let him come.

I'II take care of him.

You stiII haven't...

figured it out.

You stiII haven't figured out

who I am?

There has never been

any GoIiath.

I was GoIiath.

You're Iying!

Then...

who brought you here?

We've been tricked from the start.

The messy escape,

the breakdown wasn't a breakdown.

It was a trap to lure Goliath out here.

But who...

Who had a reason for bringing us

here?

Who waited 1 3 years to bring us together?.

Who wanted revenge?

And who didn't really die,

on that night?

My name is Cristian.

My life ended 1 3 years ago.

My life began 1 3 years ago.

I don't know what my future holds.

But then again,

who does know?

God alone knows our destiny.