All language subtitles for NERO VENEZIANO

...and when the thousand years are

and he will go out of the darkness

that are in the four corners

- Revelations 20:7

- What is it?
- I hear footsteps. They're behind us.

- There's nobody there.
- Someone with a cane is following us.

There, it stopped.

First you have visions, now you hear
noises. It's your naughty conscience.

Why don't you want a guide dog? If
you had one, you could go out with him.

- I didn't know you knew Mrs. Garrett.
- Yes, but only by sight.

Then what are you doing here?

A funeral always brings together
the Anglo-Saxon riffraff in Venice.

Speak for yourself. I don't
consider myself riffraff.

- Giorgio, are you coming, too?
- No, Mark. I have a group of tourists -

- to take to Torcello.
- Come on, keep me company.

Georgio said he can't. As well
as blind, are you deaf now, too?

(FUNERAL CEREMONY IN LATIN)

Christine! Christine!

I'm here!
Why do you always wander off?

- You know that you just get lost.
- I didn't do it on purpose.

Yes, you did. You enjoy making
me crazy looking for you.

Why are you trembling?

- I'm cold.
- Liar.

- Did you have another vision?
- No.

C'mon, I won't get mad this time.
Did you see him again?

- The same man with the cane?
- Yes, but this time he wasn't alone.

There was a woman and a
dog, and they were kissing.

And two people kissing scares you?

No. The dog had the hand
of a dead man in its mouth -

- and the man threatened
me with his cane.

- Where were they?
- There's a crypt over there, right?

Yes.

Steps...

- The crypt of the Winters family...
- Our relatives!

Only in the imagination of a madman do
two people kiss each other in a cemetery -

- and dogs eat the hands of the dead.

- I'm cold. Take me inside.
- I'm fine here!

There's a file over there,
Christine. Will you bring it to me?

We should have decided
by now. I'm ready.

Me, too.

- Well then, when are we getting married?
- When grandmother accepts you in her house.

- Which means never. She hates me.
- And you despise her.

- Can't you be nice to her?
- I don't caress snakes.

But we need a house.
Where would we live?

We could live here for a while.

Then what? You'll continue
to be a tourist guide?

- It's a profitable job.
- Barely enough for just you.

- You should focus on your sculpting.
- You'll buy my work?

- Sure, when I earn the money.
- And when will that be?

I don't know yet, but I'll make a
lot and be able to support you.

Giorgio.

Giorgio! Giorgio!

What is it?

A gondola went by with
the woman from the cemetery.

Again with your visions? Watch that I
don't send you to a school for the blind!

I didn't see it this time, I
felt it. And I knew who it was.

It's true, go look.
Out on the water!

You're right, there is a gondola
with a strange figure on board.

- With a long coat?
- Yes.

Are you trying to annoy me, too? It's
enough to have a brother with visions.

Let's go.

Nobody wants to take them away from you,
least of all the Winters.

At Giudecca there's a
large American community...

Other young ones, like them.

Mark and Christine were born in Venice,
living among the Venetians.

Yes, but with their aunt and uncle
they would have more security.

Grandmothers are not immortal.

As long as I'm alive, I have no intention
of sending them to stay in that house.

Never once on time!

I'd like to see you, if you were
always dragging this along behind you!

The Winters would like for you
to go and cheer their loneliness.

How nice! They've suddenly
remembered that we exist.

My son, their father, would still be alive
if he hadn't married a Winters.

Don't be unjust. In that tragic
incident, Ann also lost her life.

They died together.
But that's water under the bridge now.

The Winters sink slowly -

- like all of us who remain
to die in this city we love.

Even their boarding house
is falling to pieces.

In order to fix it they need someone
young and active like Christine.

If I'm to be a servant,
I'll work at the Danieli.

But you would be the landlady.

The children are under my legal
guardianship until my death.

And I do not want to hasten that
moment to please the Winters.

You go with Christine.
I'm not your guide dog.

I would be very pleased if you came
to the Mass of Thanksgiving.

I will celebrate it in a private chapel
at Ca' Rezzonico for your community.

Where are we?

At Giudecca, in front of
the Winters' boarding house.

(MASS IN LATIN)

What are you doing? Can't you keep
still even in church? Go to the back.

- But it's too far from the altar.
- What does it matter? You can't see anyway!

What is it?
What's happening, Christine?

It's terrible. It's like she's been
incinerated by a thunderbolt from heaven.

Poor woman: All her life she
attended the funerals of others -

- and no one came to hers,
not even the Winters.

Grandmother was right. Those people
are full of pride and arrogance.

You're wrong. I spoke with
them just this morning.

They expect you as soon
as possible, you and Mark.

What do they want from us?

- Only to offer their hospitality to you.
- Then they'll have a long wait.

- Christine, you cannot dismiss Providence!
- I have no need for Providence.

The annuity that your grandmother received
now rests in the grave with her.

Do not refuse the Winters' offer.
At least try.

- Alright.
- I won't live there, not even for one day!

What are you afraid of?

- Why have you left the house by yourself?
- I don't want to go to the Winters'.

You've always heard people speak badly
of them. That's why you're suspicious.

But if you knew them better...

I want to tell you a secret.

In an old storeroom in the Winters' house,
there is a well with miraculous water.

Once people came from all over.
The crippled, if they touched it, walked.

The deaf would hear,
and the blind regained their sight.

The well is still there, perhaps
still full of that miraculous water.

You could wet your eyes with it,
if you were to live with the Winters.

- Stupid! Watch where you're walking!
- You watch, you little snot!

Hey, how pompous!
Who do you think you are?

- Who are you?
- I tried calling, but your phone was busy.

We're Christine and he's Mark.
Father Stefani sent us.

Father Stefani?

The boarding house is
closed at this time.

- Father Stefani, you said?
- Yes, to spend the weekend with you.

Come in, then.

Leave your luggage here for now.
Then we'll see.

That's curious.
Father Stefani...

Neither I nor my sister were
expecting you. Not today, anyway.

- Who are these two?
- Our niece and nephew, Ann's children.

- Christine and Mark.
- What do they want?

If we're disturbing you,
we can leave right now.

You are welcome here, now.

Let them see the house,
Madelene, and their rooms.

Come with me.

- Does Aunt use a cane?
- No.

Mark, you will sleep here. Christine
will settle herself in the next room.

There is always someone spying on us.

But it doesn't matter now.
I'm tired of fighting.

- Do you want to see the house?
- No.

I do! I heard that there's
a storeroom with a well.

Yes, there is. I must also show
you the storerooms then, as well.

There's dust and cobwebs everywhere.
You see that spot of mold?

It becomes darker when
misfortunes are about to happen.

But it's already very dark,
like black velvet.

This is the well. It's only been
opened twice in my lifetime.

However, there's no water anymore.

But Father Stefani told me...

It's a lot of nonsense!
Many things unfortunately are not true.

Let's go. It's very damp here.

- Fruit rots quickly in this house.
- So buy a refrigerator.

But in order to renovate the boarding
house, it'll take more serious work.

We tried, but no good came of it.
There was an epidemic in Spain.

- There's no point wasting time and money.
- I don't agree.

If Christine wants to take on the
renovations, she should start at once.

This is the last bottle left.
A good dessert wine...

It's horrible! It taste like blood!

For God's sake, haven't
you ever have wine?

It's a coat rack.

I have to go to the
bathroom. Will you take me?

What a pain! Find it on your own, so
you'll learn the way and stop bothering me.

What is it? It's disgusting!
It's disgusting!

Please, let them go, Signore.

It was chosen centuries

- Other attempts have already failed.

Finally, all will be completed

Christine!

Christine!

Christine!

- Answer me!
- Why are you yelling?

The man with the cane... The man
with the cane killed Aunt Madelene!

- You're talking nonsense!
- It's true. He's the man in room 12.

The boarding house is closed, Mark.
We're the only ones in the house.

No! There is someone, and he spoke to me.
He killed her with his cane.

Now you're seeing crimes, too?
I'll knock some sense into you!

A good slap to convince
you that you're a visionary!

No, Christine. It's better to convince
him with the truth. Come with me.

- Where did it happen?
- In room 12.

It's been closed for many years.

Smell that? It stinks from disuse. It's
full of dust and spider webs.

There should be a sofa here.

This is a cursed house.

That's why I didn't want to come here.
Where is Aunt Madelene?

- Where? He killed her on the sofa!
- Calm down. There's nothing wrong.

She'll be in her room.
After lunch she always rests for a while.

I don't believe it. I want to touch her.
He bloodied her chest!

Madelene!

- What happened?
- Aunt Madeline...

I'll get you to bed.

She has a heart condition. Her medicine...
Ah, yes, it's in the bathroom.

I'm here, Aunt.
Don't worry, stay calm.

He hit her with his cane.
She was bleeding.

You stop it!

There's no blood here! Go on, touch her.
Touch her, imbecile!

Watch out for Pentecost, Mark.
Watch out for Pentecost.

A black god will invade this house,
and sweep you away with your sister.

Take care, Mark...

- Her heart stopped beating.
- Did she speak? Did she say anything?

Yes, I was told to watch out for
Pentecost and a black god. Who is that?

Pay no attention. She said it to everyone.
It was a fixation of hers.

- I came up to see. She was your aunt?
- My name is Vicky.

- What's yours?
- Mark.

I help my mother in the tavern near
your house. I saw you arrive today.

- You're blind!
- Yes, for three years now.

- Hi, Mark.
- Hi, Vicky.

Do you like living on Giudecca?

- I'm only here because there's a well.
- You know about that?

Yes, but I can't get there
alone, and my sister teases me.

I'll take you.

- What?
- Nothing, nothing.

- Bring it in.
- Wait here.

I'm making this the greenhouse.

You're doing great things here. It'll
turn out a boarding house for the rich.

Your uncle's giving you carte
blanche with the work, hm?

Now that you're an heiress -

- do you want to get married?
- Do you?

- You'd really marry a girl like me?
- What do you mean, "a girl like you"?

Haven't you noticed? I always do
the opposite of what's right.

Like I'm cursed. Grandmother said
that's my share of Winters' blood.

What idiocy. We're all like that:
A little good and a little bad.

But I have more bad than good.

I feel like something's pushing me
in the wrong direction.

And it gives me a shiver of pleasure.

If I told you what I had in
mind for this boarding house...

Better not...

- Do you really want to get married?
- Right away.

No, not until the
boarding house is ready.

No, I don't want to!

Here's some advice: Save your
sexual phobias for a psychoanalyst.

So I'm neurotic, in your opinion?

I have carried out your orders, signore.

Yes, your job is finished, Martin.

But the child has yet to be conceived.

At that moment no one has

Mark! Wait for me!

What is it? Why did you scream?

I found this letter. Uncle could
not bear the death of his sister.

- Strange, it seemed like he hated her.
- He was ordered to kill himself.

- By whom?
- Nobody.

Well, bravo. I'll spare you all the
other tall stories I was told yesterday.

(FUNERAL PRAYER IN LATIN)

Giorgio! Giorgio!

Giorgio! Giorgio!

What's the matter, Mark?
How did you hurt yourself?

It was the man with the cane.
He was hiding up here to hit me.

- And you saw him, of course?
- Calm down, it's nothing.

But you didn't see this prong...
Touch it, it's still covered with blood.

You ran into this. That's your cane!

What do you think? It's going
to be first-class, right?

Did you choose the serving staff
from the "Playboy" bunnies?

- Is that a compliment?
- Not according to his tone, no.

These girls come from abroad
to study at the Academy.

They give me a hand and I give them a
hand in order to earn a living in Venice.

How much are they paying
you for this cruise?

Double, because it's the last
job I'm doing for the agency.

Do you still believe that I should
write the letter of resignation?

Yes. You have to quit
this buffoonish job.

I have to go. The tourists
are expecting their buffoon...

I'll bring you a gift from
Constantinople. What would you like?

- Anything. But come back soon. Promise?
- Sure.

- Bye.
- Bye, bon voyage.

Christine, will George
be back by Pentecost?

Enough already with Pentecost!

What do you think's going to happen to you?
Lock yourself in your room that day!

How's it going Christine?

Have you decided on
anything for the house?

I'm thinking about it, but I need
advice on the type of customer...

Don't move from here, Mark.
Nowhere to go, so don't worry.

Christine! What's happening?

Where are you, Mark?

Christine! Where are you?

- Come on. Calm down. I've got you.
- Let go of me!

Mark! Where are you?

Mark! Let me go.
My brother is in there!

Mark!

- Is this your brother?
- Yes, thanks. I couldn't reach him.

- Calm down, I have him.
- Let go. I don't want you touching me!

Mark! Where are you going? Don't
be rude, this man saved you.

There was no serious danger.

You see? Looking for a good
boarding house, comfortable, quiet...

Soon I'll have the license.
You're our first guest.

Then I can choose the room?
Number 12.

This is the largest room. It was in
terrible shape. Now it's unrecognizable.

You've really never been to Venice?

I thought I saw you once on the
Bridge dell'Accademia, with a dog.

The lamp is too bright.
It hurts my eyes.

I'd like something to cover it with.

My name is Dan.

Go on, now.
I don't need anything else.

I recognized the voice.
I know who he is.

I thought I'd seen him before, too.

He's the man with the cane, who killed
Aunt Madelene, and tried to kill me.

And I'm listening to your nonsense!

There are shelters for neurotics.
You're raving, and I'll prove it.

Today is Pentecost, and no
evil spirits came to kill us.

- It's today?
- Yes? And all your fears?

I understand why Aunt Madelene
warned me about Pentecost.

The man I saw in the
cemetery is the black god.

Cast him out, Christine!
Send him away!

It could have been worse.

- What are you doing in my room?
- Nothing.

What do you mean, nothing?

Is it true that two people
were killed in this house?

No, it's not true.

It's not enough to say no,
you must also believe it.

Stop! The canal's there!
You almost fell in the water.

- Go away! Leave me alone!
- Want to wake the whole neighborhood?

- Be quiet!
- Go away!

What are you doing out here?

What's wrong, Mark?
What's going on?

I don't want to go home. Take me
away. Don't leave me alone with him.

I don't know, but he doesn't
seem to want to harm you.

I'm a guest at the boarding house.
I'll take him back.

Don't touch me!
Go away!

- Calm down. Return with him.
- Go away!

- Trust me.
- Go away!

- What happened?
- I found him down by the gondolas.

If not for me, he would've
ended up in the canal.

Put him in my room.

Why do you wander around at night,
instead of staying in bed?

I don't want to stay in the
same house as this man!

Why are you so afraid of me? I'm
your friend. I mean you no harm.

Now, have a drink of water,
and calm down.

Here.

Stop provoking people with
your neurotic accusations!

Dan has saved you twice today.
He hardly wants to kill you!

You can stay in my room.
Calm down and try to sleep.

Good night, Mark.

- Christine!
- What is it?

Georgio should be back today.
I counted the days.

Bravo, well done.
He's already arrived.

- Already arrived? How do you know?
- I was at the port this morning.

Why didn't you tell me?
He was supposed to come here.

He didn't come here and won't
be coming. Not now or ever.

Let me see.

It's just a scratch. All women are
afraid of being pricked.

It's called a "phobia of needles."

It stopped bleeding.
Thanks, Dan.

I respect your fear of being hurt.
That's how it should be.

Where are you going? You shouldn't
go out alone. You'll get lost.

The man who is staying with us mustn't
find me. Help me, I have to hide.

If you take me back inside,
he'll find me.

He won't look for you
right under his nose.

Behind this closet
there's a safe hiding place.

It looks like a closet, but
it's a storeroom for old stuff.

- How did you know?
- I know all about this boarding house.

Why are you hiding from that man?
What have you done?

Nothing, but I...

- Mark! Mark!
- There he is.

I'm really tired of chasing
after you, now enough!

- Let's go home and sort this out.
- No.

What do you mean, no?

At home, Vicky is dead.
She was killed by Dan.

- My daughter killed? Are you crazy?
- In the storeroom, behind the closet.

- Don't mind him!
- Now I would also be a murderer?

- Who is this Vicky?
- My daughter.

She and Mark are often together.

And you claim that I killed her.
When? How?

You're her mother. Come with me.
She's behind the closet on the first floor.

Come on, let's see.

Mark, you want to know who's
on the bridge? Vicky's ghost.

Come closer. Tell him something.
Mark believes that you've been killed.

Mark, what are you thinking?

You hid me in the closet,
and then Dan came.

Me? But we haven't seen
each other since yesterday!

Are you trying to scare my mother?

You're all trying to trick me!

Is this where your
ferocious enemy killed Vicky?

Here's what was there.

She's dead, too.
Come on, dinner is ready.

What's this?

- Paint. Red paint.
- It's blood, dripping down the stairs.

Go and wash your hands.

Believe me. He killed her,
and this is her blood.

Vicky is alive, you touched her.
Isn't that enough evidence?

- And where are you going?
- Away, forever. I'm leaving tonight.

- I'm going away.
- What do you mean, going away?

I'm leaving Venice. Far away from
this house, from your brother.

He says he's afraid of me, but in truth
he hates me, he feels persecuted -

- and for revenge he's inventing
outrageous accusations.

Pay no attention to that nonsense.
You shouldn't take it personally.

I'm not, let alone from him,
but it's better for me to disappear.

Remaining here will only aggravate
his delusions of persecution.

Instead, Mark has an
absolute need for calm.

What about me?
Don't I mean anything to you?

Yes, but destinies are already drawn,
and ours is not to meet anymore.

Goodbye, Christine.

Christine!

- What? Are you ill?
- No, it's nothing.

I'm glad to have run into you.
I was about to pay you a visit.

Especially now that
you're expecting a child.

- I'm not expecting a child.
- Yes, you are.

And how do you know?

Your pastor knows things
you cannot even imagine.

Then you'll know what I'm about to do.

As a matter of fact,
I'm here to stop you.

I should keep the child when I
don't even know who the father is?

It's not that young man who
was at the boarding house?

You know about that, too?

- It's not him, though.
- Are you sure?

It can't be Dan! It's impossible.

- He was the only guest there.
- I never made love with him...

...if you know what I mean.
I have never made love with anyone.

Come, let's go.

Let's talk about it calmly.
You desired that young man?

Very much. I'm in love with him.

Don't you want to continue
to love him through his child?

Be frank with me. What happened
between you? Was it physical?

Very little, just a
few caresses, a kiss...

And what else?

I said, just a kiss.

- But you don't believe me.
- I believe you.

- No, you think that I...
- I said that I believe you.

- You can't get pregnant that way!
- And why not? Everything is possible.

Remember that a life is a life,
no matter how it has been conceived.

Keep it, hold it, and raise
it with love, this child.

Now we need to find a
father and choose a name.

- And tell him of my condition?
- Yes, it would only be fair.

He'll marry me, if he loves me.

Here we are, on our honeymoon
in Venice, in a beautiful house.

I wonder how many people dream of this!

No. No!

- I'm still scared.
- But we're married.

A ceremony doesn't exorcise the grief.
Who knows, perhaps after the birth...

...it will be different for me.

Please, just wait for these months.

Meanwhile, if you feel like
it... I won't be jealous.

If all the voices you heard
were as true as your visions...!

Mark, you're blind, and a well
cannot perform a miracle.

But it's true: That man organized it so
that nobody should remain in the house -

- so Uncle Martin was killed,
and Christine dumped you.

But afterwards she married me.

Don't deceive yourself that she'll
ever leave the boarding house -

- just because there are ghosts.

You shouldn't leave either, not even
if the devil himself lived there.

That man is worse than the devil!

But he hasn't been seen again,
either as a ghost or a guest.

And you haven't seen any
more crimes or suicides.

I'm not crazy.

It's alright. Sometimes I also think
that it's the house of Satan.

Oh, it's you, Mr. Brooks!

Yes. Pat and Sally have stopped here
by chance. Which one do you want?

Ah, I'll see to it.
Goodbye.

He wants both of you together.
A courageous request.

Okay, but this little whim
will cost him a stereo system.

Ask for whatever you want, just so
it doesn’t touch my percentage.

In your opinion, who is this black god?

A cursed creature that haunts me.
Cursed like his companion.

- And your aunt and uncle?
- Damned souls, too, like this house.

- Have you finished playing nanny?
- Go away, whore.

You're right, Mark. You're
all the same. Good night.

You're leaving?

Yes. The things you told me
will make my head explode.

Maybe it's the coming Apocalypse.

But can I believe you?
Leave me alone!

- You sure you're telling me the truth?
- Of course!

I waited to give you this
before you left for vacation.

It's your Christmas present.

I found it in the basement of the
church. It's a very ancient cradle.

It's beautiful. I'll fetch
something to dust it off with.

- But it's black.
- How do you know?

You can't recognize a
color with your hands.

The wood has simply darkened over time.

Father Stefani, I have tried many times
with the water from the well.

Why does nothing happen?

You must have faith. Make another
attempt, then close it again.

If one day you find it open, then that
will be the moment you're waiting for.

We're leaving tomorrow to spend
Christmas in Burano.

- Are you excited?
- Of course!

- Why so many nails?
- I hope someone will run into them.

- But can you sell them?
- No, they're ugly.

I'm not a sculptor,
I'm a gigolo.

Why do you say that?

It's the truth. I married your sister
to have an easy and comfortable life.

- But you love her!
- Sure.

As much as you can love...
a pimp.

So, what did you see that time
in the storeroom with the well?

- I already told you.
- I'd like to hear it again.

They were both naked?

Come on, everyone says
that I have hallucinations.

You can't take it back now.
This is a crazy story.

And I'm beginning to see what
role I was reserved to play.

So you believe me? You're convinced that
something serious is about to happen?

Yes, something will happen,
and it's all connected.

The voices, the dead reappearing,
Father Stefani, the Winters, Christine...

They're all accomplices in an event
that will bring other calamities.

Your sister! To want to
leave today in her condition!

For what purpose but to give
birth during the journey?

- What are you talking about?
- About other coincidences.

- Are we in front of the cemetery?
- Yes.

You can feel death even from a distance...

I'm scared of that place. The
Winters crypt is full of ghosts.

Not just ghosts. In the
crypt is the door to hell...

...and your black god has the key.

- Let's go below. It's too windy.
- Come on, lean against me.

Christine!

Help me, quickly!

- Signora, are you hurt?
- She's pregnant.

Gently, she's pregnant.

- Easy, don't move.
- Oh, Christine! What happened?

- Gently.
- Quick, call a doctor.

Allow me.
I'm a midwife from Torcello.

- Please, help me. I'm scared, help me.
- That's why I'm here.

I'm not the father. The father
is Dan, the man with the cane.

A supernatural being that
only you have really seen.

It shouldn't be born. It'll be a monster
like its father, it will harm everyone!

You're exaggerating.
What evil can a baby do?

It'll grow up, and then
it'll be too late to stop it!

Now I understand why
Dan made you hate him.

You're meant to pass
your hate on to his child.

- Come on, Christine.
- Yes, good.

- Easy...
- Push...

Again...

Again...

You're a father.
Congratulations, it's a boy.

- Darling...
- How wonderful, Christine.

The midwife is no longer on board.

But that's impossible.
The boat didn't stop.

She's disappeared.
Perhaps she fell overboard.

Or she flew away from us.

"Today begins the narration of the

- "that has always been feared:

"But why would Satan want to

Do you want to know what I'm writing?

The black gospel.

- I'm going to prepare his bottle.
- Good morning.

What good news! Who would
ever have imagined, so soon?

How wonderful. How beautiful.

I waited until returning to
Venice for you to baptize him.

- I wanted it to be our pastor.
- Of course. It will be necessary.

- It's the first contact with the divinity.
- Is Sunday alright?

Yes, but be patient a little.
We'll do things carefully.

Don't be in a hurry.
The baby is healthy.

But I was hoping that we would
do the ceremony immediately.

I must go now. I've
only come for a greeting.

I have many things to do. We'll
talk again about the baptism.

See you soon, Christine.
I'll keep in touch.

How very beautiful.
Goodbye.

"And they, the disciples,
adored the child."

Stop it! At least have the decency to
be quiet, if you hate the child so much.

No! I won't be quiet. I want
to speak! I know who he is!

You're all his slaves, not me!
I rebel!

Tomorrow I'll get a real priest to come
and exorcise everything!

Go away. You're frightening the baby.

A real priest! Father Stefani is a fake.
That's why he's afraid to baptize him.

He knows what will happen to him if he does.

If you don't believe me, I'll
prove to you who's in the cradle!

Let's go, Mark. You come with me.

- Happy being a mother?
- Very much, Father.

You're an excellent organizer. There's
even the sun. Did you hire it?

Of course. I could never invite you
to breakfast in Torcello without the sun.

- Couldn't you baptize him today?
- I have a surprise for you.

Next week the deacon of the
Madonna della Salute will do it.

Christine! The baby's suffocating!

He's not breathing! Father Stefani,
he could die. Baptize him, quick.

- Without holy water?
- You can use any water, you know that.

Please, Father, baptize him with the name
of Alex. Hurry, what are you waiting for?

Baptize him!

Alex, I baptize you
in the name of the Father...

...the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

That boat, it's going to run into us!

Father Stefani!

What happened?

Giorgio!

"He who baptizes him,
shall be beheaded."

Father Stefani knew that.
That's why he kept postponing.

"That is why Dan wanted to
give man's nature to his son."

"For him to retrace the same
path of his rival and imitate him."

- Are you talking about Alex?
- Yes, about him.

The real problem was not the
devil giving birth to a son...

...but what to do with him afterwards.

Now everything is clear. Listen.

For centuries evil has
sought to become incarnate -

- in the belly of a woman, or to
invade the body through possession.

So why so much obstinacy for a birth?

Looking like us, it's easier
to hide among people, among us.

No, it's in order to
appear to us like a brother.

- Brother? But I hate him!
- And he is happy to be hated.

He'll try to make you hate him even
more. You must love him instead!

I hate him! Write that in
your Gospel! I hate him!

Giorgio, are you still writing the history
of Alex? Who would be interested?

It concerns everyone.

At least explain what
this has to do with me.

I'll explain what your role is
when I have other proof.

- What do you want proof of?
- Of a crazy truth. Now, I need you.

- What do you want?
- Would you like to make love?

How did you know?
That's why I came down.

- Take him for me.
- No!

- Come on, take him!
- No!

Hold him!

But Mark is there. You're not
afraid to do it in front of him?

It's written that, "he who will
scandalize in front of children..."

"...it is better that you tie a
millstone around your neck."

I would never kill
myself for a sin like that.

Perhaps you would, if you found the
courage. And this will be the test.

Mark, I'm here!

Mark!

Vicky.

I'm confused.
Help me to understand.

Upstairs I touched
Vicky's corpse. It was her.

But Christine found
nothing in the closet.

- Why would she lie to me?
- To protect Alex. He killed Vicky.

Him? But it was Dan.
I saw him.

You... You don't understand, Mark.
Dan and Alex are the same person.

Dan and Alex... Father and son...

They made you find
Vicky's corpse just now,

because now they had
to unleash your hatred.

Evil is the negative of Good,
like a picture not yet developed.

Just as black is the color of envy,
and is jealous of the light.

Satan is jealous. He wants the
same things that the other has had.

- The other who?
- He wants to imitate...

...the destiny of the other.

But he's smart and cynical.
He wants to realize it... in negative.

- Giorgio!
- Wait for five minutes!

As I expected, he's drunk.
Take the carriage.

Giorgio, I'm tired of having
to take you home drunk!

Giorgio! Giorgio! Alex's carriage!

Alex's carriage! It
fell in the canal! Look!

Hurry! Hurry!

Giorgio, hurry!
Quickly, I beg you!

Alex! My treasure!

Give him to me.
My love, you're safe.

Who are you?

- Vicky's mother.
- Where's Vicky?

She's waiting for me outside.

Why are you worried about Vicky?
Ask me about George, instead.

Hurry, before it's too late.
Your friend is in danger.

Giorgio!

Giorgio!

Giorgio!

- How many seats are there?
- Where's Giorgio?

- He's gone!
- How many will there be?

- Everyone is coming for Alex's birthday.
- Help me here.

No, it's not true. You killed
him tonight. I saw you.

You killed him because he
hated that monster in the cradle.

You're the monster, and don't
believe what you pretend to see!

Giorgio is gone. He's run out on us!

This is the letter that he thought
to leave, the great sculptor!

"What words can I find in order to
take leave of you, beloved souls?"

"Goodbye, wife. Goodbye, child. Goodbye,
old friends. You have broken me..."

- The rest are swearwords and insults.
- I don't believe you.

He would never have
gone away like that...

Without even saying goodbye to me.

Maybe he didn't want
to disturb your sleep.

You slept for hours down in that hole.

If you don't believe me,
have someone else read it to you.

- Stay away from him!
- Christine, can I hold him?

- I love him.
- That's what I like...

You have to be affectionate with him.

And be careful. Don't go too far.

Alex...

- I hate him. He mustn’t be born.

Alex!

Where were you? For days
they've been looking for you.

Were you hiding for what you've done?

Anyway, if you're looking
for Alex, he's no longer here.

And Christine is at the cemetery.
Why don't you hurry to her?

Today is Easter,
the day of forgiveness.

Hurry to her. Explain why
you did it. She'll understand.

Giorgio? You didn't leave?
You didn't disappear?

Is that what they told you?

You can see now. Happy?

The water in the well worked.
But first you had to deserve it.

Your friend Dan has been very
generous. He has rewarded you.

It's the prize for having killed his son.

It wasn't easy to find a Judas for
a tender little monster like Alex.

Why are you talking about him like that?
I really killed him, you know?

If only it had been a hallucination
like Vicky's death, like yours.

- You know, I saw them kill you.
- Do you believe that I'm still alive?

- And that Alex is still dead?
- Yes. He'll be in the Winters' crypt.

- This is his grave.
- But it's empty and without a name.

He was buried here,
and unfortunately has already risen.

But the dead do not rise again!

That only applies to other people,
not to him.

Remember? I told you that Satan wanted
to travel the same path as Jesus.

Dan wanted his son to be born
and die for this resurrection.

You're crazy. No, Alex is dead.

- Now I would be a visionary?
- Yes. I've come to my senses.

Sure. You no longer
believe in demons, ghosts...

Where are you going?

- We'll look together for Alex's grave.
- That was it. You already found it.

- Giorgio, stay here. I'm afraid.
- Of what?

- Of what you said. What if it's true?
- It is, Mark.

Alex has risen again.

Not to stand at his father's side,
but to remain on this earth forever.

If this was his plan...
Yes, you should be afraid of him.