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Why were you crying?

My sister is dying.

Where is your sister?
- At home, in Sri Lanka.

What's wrong with her?

She's dying.

Have you gone to see her?
- I don't have the courage.

Why did you become a nun?

I met the Lord.

Where?
- In a bar.

I was poor.

A drunk German came up to me and said,
"God helps the poor."

Are you strong?
- I do my best.

But I'm little.
- You must be strong, for your sister.

I shall be.
- And pray. Pray till you can't pray any more.

I always do.

And if your sister were to die,
would you go to Sri Lanka for the funeral?

No.
- Why not?

Because when I go home

I'm overcome with such
terrible memories

that I end up doubting
whether God exists.

And I don't want to doubt
whether God exists.

You're not the only one who doubts.

Excuse me?
- I said I understand.

All right, that's enough.

Would Young Esther like an espresso?

Are you sure?

I even arranged to buy some cane sugar.

I know that you young people
go crazy over cane sugar.

Let's come to the point, Estherina.

First of all, you should stay calm

and rest assured that we only want
what's best for you.

We are your friends.

Now, I've come upon this report

of which only the people in this room

are aware.

I'm pleased to tell you

that you had an extramarital
relationship with Valente

the pope's assistant.

You understand without being told

that this is an awkward matter.

Because of the rank
of the people involved.

Because of the fear of gossip.

Because of how badly
this might disappoint the Pope

Because of the terrible repercussions
that might ensue

if news of this matter were to get out.

Shouting, dramatic scenes, transfers...

...firings. And of course it's especially
embarrassing in moral terms:

Catholics united in holy matrimony

swear to be faithful to their spouses.

You have sinned, Esther.

We know and we understand
that this was a moment of weakness.

It happens.

As a boy, whenever Napoli,
my favourite soccer team

was in serious trouble

don't you think I found myself being
a little sympathetic toward Avellino?

Yes I did.

In your sin we don't detect
the marks of unbridled lust

but the fact remains
that the act you committed

was gravely wrong.

Very gravely wrong.

Fine. Now

I'm ready to guarantee that not a word

of that disagreeable episode
will ever leave this room.

And what do you
guarantee me in return?

Don't worry.

It's me.

Voiello.

Why does sin bring sorrow?

Why does sin bring starvation?

Why does sin bring arrogance?

Why does sin bring coercion?

You remind me of my
first and only girlfriend, Esther.

Only you're much prettier.

One should be neither ashamed
nor proud of one's beauty.

Because God asks us to rejoice in it.

Do you rejoice in your beauty?

I'll bet that you don't let your husband
rejoice in your beauty either.

I think that's a mistake.

The punishment of God is
never over beauty. Never!

Now tell me what your problem is?

Then I'll do it for you.

Esther, is a fervent
Roman Catholic woman

who is happily married to Peter
and childless.

She enjoys spending her mornings roller skating
with the children of the other Swiss Guards.

But it's not roller skating
that Esther loves.

She loves what she can't have.

You ask me what my problem is

but you already know
because you are so profound.

I'm not profound, I'm presumptuous.

What matters is that you
talk about your problem.

Yes, Holy Father...

...I'm sterile.

And Peter is sterile, too.

I'd like to listen to a child's voice.

Pray to Mary,
our Mother of miracles, who intercedes for us.

She knows what to do.

Pray to Mary

our Mother of miracles

who intercedes for us.

She knows what to do.

My sister is dead, Holy Father.

Let's pray for her.

I'd like to go to Sri Lanka
for her funeral.

Don't go chasing the dead, Suree

or else the dead
will chase after you.

Elena.

She takes after you.

Vis baptizare

Elena, ego te baptizo

in nomine Patris

et Filii

et Spiritus Sancti.

Allegra.

She takes after you.

Ego te baptizo, in nomine Patris

et Filii

et Spiritus Sancti.

Aida.

She takes after you.

Yes, it's perfectly clear she is been adopted
but this doesn't change a thing

She still takes after you.

Carolus.

Holy Father, I beg your pardon

I really had no idea
I was in the men's bathroom.

Actually, this is neither the men's bathroom
nor the women's.

This is the Pope's bathroom.
- I'm so sorry.

Do you mind if I finish
applying my lipstick?

Even if I did mind,
a woman like yourself

would find a way to go on
applying it anyway.

So please, go right ahead.

You know women, Holy Father!

Mmm... That's a reckless
statement, Signora.

Come take a look.

Who is that man who has
caught the interest of half the curia?

The personal assistant to
the prime minister of Greenland.

Is he gay?

Openly so.

And that woman is the prime minister?

That's right.

And she has an
audience with you, Holy Father.

Doesn't that strike you as odd?

What, Your Holiness?

After all, wouldn't etiquette require
that we entertain

the prime minister, not her assistant?

The Cardinal Secretary of State
is entertaining her.

What about the fact that
such a sizable group of men

have eyes only for a handsome man

and pay no attention to such
stunning feminine beauty?

Holy Father...

I know exactly how to answer that question.

How?

With silence.

Why?

Because you should never stick your nose
into other people's business.

Especially not in the Vatican.

The prime minister of Greenland
is waiting for you.

I know.

I'm incredibly handsome

but please,
let's try to forget about that.

What have you brought for me?

The best our country
has to offer, Holy Father.

This is the largest halibut
caught in all of Greenland last week.

This is very good poached in a light broth,
just like pezzogna.

Pezzogna?

Sea bass.

And this is a beautiful song
by an Italian singer

who is pretty popular in our country.

She is called Nada and the song is
entitled "Senza un perché".

Thank you.

This is from me, for you.

Thank you, Holy Father.
It's... wonderful.

Holy Father...

First of all, I bring you the greetings
of the Catholic community of Nuuk, in Greenland.

Yes, I know all about Nuuk.

It's a small Catholic community
that you have, in Greenland, am I right?

Yes, you are.

The predominant faith in Greenland
is evangelical Lutheran.

And you have a female bishop,
if I'm not wrong.

Exactly.

Sofia Petersen, an estimable woman.

All bishops are estimable.

Did you know that Pope Pasquale II
appointed the first bishop to Greenland;

a place that, as you know very well,
is technically part of North America -

four full centuries before
Christopher Columbus?

I do know that, Holy Father.

The Catholic church was the first
to arrive in Greenland.

But it's not always the case
that the first to arrive remains first.

I agree, Holy Father.

In Greenland, we Catholics
are like the native Americans.

We got there first and then
we were confined to reservations.

I agree, Holy Father.

You are a woman who tends to agree.

Oh, don't worry,
Madame Prime Minister.

I'm not asking you for anything
for our small community in Greenland.

I just wanted to remind you
that we Catholics were there first.

Everyone else is a guest.

I don't want you to forget that.

I won't, Holy Father.

Very good!

Now, I ask you, please satisfy
my morbid curiosity:

since your country never thaws

I have to wonder...

what's under all that ice?

The experts believe that Greenland is not
an island, but an archipelago of islands.

But that's strictly a matter of supposition.

As you say: the country never thaws
and no one can see what's under there.

I think the experts are wrong.

Really, Holy Father?
- Yes.

Under all that ice...

could be God.

Gratia plena.

Dominus tecum

benedicta tu in mulieribus

et benedictus fructus ventris tui, lesus.

Sancta Maria, mater Dei

ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
nunc et in hora mortis nostrae.

Amen.

Ave Maria

gratia plena

Dominus tecum

benedicta tu in mulieribus

et benedictus fructus ventris tui, lesus.

Sancta Maria, mater Dei

ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
nunc et in hora mortis nostrae.

Amen.

Holy Father.

Would you teach me to pray?

Start praying aloud.

Let me see how you do it.

Blessed Virgin Mary...

give me the grace
of becoming pregnant.

Prayer shouldn't be
a list of requests, Esther

it should be an occasion
for understanding.

While we pray, we reflect

in the most elevated way we can

so that someone can whisper
thoughts into our ears.

We call that someone God.

Or, in the present case,
the Madonna of Lourdes.

Alright.

Then let me try again.

Blessed Virgin Mary

God does not punish beauty, as a person
who is very dear to You once told me.

That phrase opened my eyes.

And...

it made me understand that perhaps,
by making a gift of beauty

I might perhaps receive some in return.

And what if making a gift
of my beauty meant

receiving the beauty that I so desire?

The beauty of a new life, of a little child?

Yes, now you're praying.

What if it was

an intolerable burden to me
to donate my beauty to the person I promised

to love in sickness and in health?

What if...

I wanted to donate my beauty
somewhere else?

If you give your beauty elsewhere,
you would not receive the beauty of a new life

but only sorrow

and the unbearable burden of guilt.

You know, Esther, Spinoza set us
the most daunting challenge of them all.

He said:

"He that loves God...

does not demand that God
should love us in return."

I don't understand.

I know.

But in time you will.

Holy Father...

the truth is...

I know to whom I'd like
to donate my beauty.

I'd like...
- Now, Esther, continue to pray in your head.

There are certain secrets
you must share only with God.

Stop crying, Suree!

That's enough!

Believers don't cry!

That's not right!

It's time we stop crying at funerals.

You don't believe!

Suree, you don't believe!

Holy Father

I brought you a gift to improve
our relationship a little.

Thanks.

These are supposed to be worse for you
than real cigarettes.

I was told that they're good for you.

It doesn't matter.

It's a substitute for the real thing.

What I want, always,
is the whole truth.

Then you've come to the wrong place.

Holy Father

don't call me repetitive

but when is your speech to the cardinals
going to take place?

In due time.
- Yes, but when?

You really don't understand, do you?

What am I supposed to understand?

That I'm creating.
- What are you creating?

Anticipation.

Holy Father, shall we look into
the Kurtwell case a little?

Your Eminence, the answer is yes.

I want to look into the Kurtwell case

but from a broader point of view.

The individual case is always
an indicator of a larger issue.

I agree.

Let's pursue all the cases of pedophilia
that are infesting our church.

Let's widen the circle.

Let's prosecute all the cases of homosexuality
that are infesting our church.

Let's root out all the homosexuals

and expel them and prevent any new
gay priests from entering our church.

Let's do it for real

without exceptions and without hypocrisy.

Holy Father

pedophilia and homosexuality
are two very different things.

Two very different things that are both
equally unacceptable to the Catholic church.

It would be a war that would leave the ground
littered with corpses, Holy Father.

Do you want to know how many corpses
would litter the ground?

Two thirds of the clergy.

Then...

what becomes of Mother Church's
capacity for forgiveness?

Our abuse of forgiveness...
We've become a laughing stock, Your Eminence.

As unreliable as some miserable little
third-world country.

With your methods, on the other hand

we're likely to become as reliable as,
say, North Korea.

No.

Do you wanna know
what the difference is?

We don't imprison ours,
we set them free.

We pardon every one of them

but one second later
we kick them out the door.

Alright, Holy Father, as you command.

I have a question for you.

Holy Father

I have a great many shortcomings

but there can be no doubt
about my heterosexuality.

Even if I can't bring you any
direct testimony on the matter.

- That wasn't the question.
- Oh, sorry.

What was the question?

Would you tell me about your calling?

Holy Father

I'll tell you the truth.

If you expect me to tell you
a tale of blinding illuminations

or dazzling conversions

you're going to be disappointed.

Quite simply, I had a predisposition.

A predisposition to become a priest

the way others have one
to become a painter or a cricket player.

What about you, Your Holiness?

It's for you.

Holy Christ!

If only I were!

How did you get in here?

With a duplicate of your keys.

Now what do you want?

Everything you were supposed to do
but haven't done yet.

I've tried.

But it's impossible.

That gentleman is the Pope

he's the man of the greatest virtue
and rectitude on the planet

and I've never been much
of a seductress myself.

Neither was the Virgin Mary.

But that didn't keep her from becoming

the most attractive
and desired woman on earth.

But I'm just a good Catholic girl.

Good Catholic girls,
especially the married ones

don't cheat on their husbands.

But I didn't come here to threaten you

nor to remind you of your sins.

You are an intelligent woman
and you should know.

What should I know?

That you're beautiful, you're attractive,
and the Pope has a particular interest in you.

He only cares about my sorrow.

Peter and I can't have children.

That's not the way it is.

What I'm about to tell you is confidential,
eternally so...

Esther...

the Holy Father's faith isn't as solid
as we like to think.

What are you saying?
- I insist!

Moreover, he's had dozens of girlfriends.

He's a loose man.

Your job is to seduce the Holy Father.

We will take care of everything else.

I wouldn't know how to go about it.

And I don't want to wind up tangled

in a public scandal that would ruin my life.
- Silly girl!

There won't be any public scandal.

All that's needed is the threat
of scandal to turn things around.

What things?

The Holy Father intends
to issue new measures

that could lead irreversibly
to the extinction of the church.

Do you understand what vastly
significant stakes we're talking about?

Me, you, all of us have
the sacrosanct duty to stop him

in God's name.

But I could try to talk to him.
He respects me.

Sorry

I was about to laugh,
but I stopped myself

because I have a certain class.

We seriously doubt that Pius XIII
even respects God.

You don't know him at all.

He's an extraordinary person.

That's why you are so seductive, Esther.

Because you don't know a thing.

Now, go and seduce him.

I don't want to sin anymore.

If only that were possible, Esther. If only.

Jump.

Jump.

Something odd has been happening
in the last few hours.

Let's hear it.

During confession,
for reasons that escape me

people have suddenly started
recounting their exploits with women

offering up the most intimate,
embarrassing details.

Strange, isn't it?

Someone must been spreading a rumor
that the Pope is out to punish the homosexuals.

Oh, yes.

The famous calumnies of our little state.

What if they weren't calumnies?

Goodnight, Holy Father.

Let's go in the bedroom.

No.

Where?

Here.

Alright.

Virgin Mary, Mother of God

Peter's successor has a specific grace
to ask of You.

Now, right now, those two young people
in their home, Peter and Esther

have only one wish.
You must grant it to them.

You must.

You must.

You must.

You must.

You must.

You must.

You must.

You must.

You must.

You must.

You must.

You must.

You must.

You must.

You must.

Please, you must.

Amen.

They're taking their afternoon nap.

The fat one is snoring.

Yes...

...she is Mother Letizia.

She's the metronome of sleep.

I've made an important decision.

What?

You will go to New York
to investigate the Kurtwell case.

Why do you want to punish me,
Holy Father?

This is no punishment,
this is a promotion.

I trust you.

Holy Father, spare me.

I'm a modest,
limited man, believe me.

The Kurtwell case
is something far too big for me

beyond my scope.

Quit selling yourself short.
You're going to New York.

You'll investigate.

You'll gather the necessary evidence,
and you'll put Kurtwell into my hands.

My papacy won't let the harm done
to even a single child

slip away into indifference.

And you will help me,
because I trust you.

Blindly!

Holy Father

I am a recluse.

I only know how to live
inside these walls.

In all these years,
I've left here only twice

both times to go to the hospital.

I don't know how to cross the street.

I don't know how to get a hotel room.

I don't know how to order
a meal in a restaurant.

I'm like those canaries in cages.

If you free them

they die.

You're afraid.

I was afraid too

before I accepted my destiny.

as head of the church.

How do you overcome fear?

By giving in to the complex
and unfathomable architecture that God

has designed for us.