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You see, I'm bleeding to death.

Are you listening to me?

Look at this blood.

For you, earth and sea, trouble is coming, because the devil has gone down

you in a rage, knowing that his days are numbered.

As soon as the devil finds himself thrown down to the earth, he springs in

pursuit of the woman, the mother of the male child.

I love all this.

I love you all. I love the way you dress, and I love the way you speak.

His gear isn't bad either, you know.

Quite complete.

Not complete.

Not complete.

Not complete.

Not complete.

There.

That's better.

Much better. That's much better.

A bet's a bet, and winnings are winnings.

So repent and earn it.

And who's making believe?

In my vision, when he broke the sixth seal, there was a violent earthquake,

the sun went as black as corset cloth.

The moon turned red as blood all over, and the stars of the sky fell onto the

earth.

Do you still need me for your game?

Do you really need a priest for your game?

His head and his hair were white as wool.

Or as snow.

No, I don't want to anymore.

I don't want to anymore!

When this happens...

Men will long for death and not find it anywhere.

They will want to die, but death will evade them.

To look at, these locusts were like horses armored for battle.

They had things that looked like gold crowns on their heads, and faces that

seemed human, and hair like women's hair, and teeth like lion's teeth.

They had body armor like iron breastplates, and the noise of their

like a great charge of horses and chariots into battle.

They had as their emperor the angel of the abyss, whose name in Hebrew is

Abaddon, or Apollyon in Greek.

You could have defended yourself, Father.

You could have called for help.

Or even run away.

Why didn't you do something?

Why didn't you do something?

Why didn't you do something?

I'm sorry.

It was all my fault.

Put your shoes on.

You'll catch cold.

I didn't know anyone there.

They invited me for some strange game.

Let's run a bit.

It'll warm you up.

Ah. You feel better now?

Yes.

I'm a little bit tired.

I wanted to tell you again how sorry I am.

Oh, no. It's my fault. I don't really know why I came here tonight.

Well, perhaps you wanted to be alone.

Why did you throw out the window tonight?

Oh, I... I didn't throw anything.

But people still do.

Everybody's sure that next year will be much better.

I'm not superstitious.

I hope it'll be a better year for you.

And what should one wish a priest?

I think you'd better get back.

Why should I?

I don't want to now.

Brothers and sisters, to prepare ourselves to celebrate the sacred

that is called to bind our sins.

I confess to Almighty God and to you, my brothers and sisters, that I have

sinned through my own fault, in my thoughts and in my words, in what I have

and what I have failed to do, and I ask the Blessed Virgin Mary all the angels

and all the saints and you, my brothers and sisters, to pray for me to our Lord

God.

Oh, God.

The Lord be with you.

And with thy spirit.

Let us pray.

I commend, O Lord, the faithful soul of Antony so that he may live with you and

you after this life. May the sins which he has committed through human frailty

be absolved by your fitting mercy through Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen.

Amen.

I asked you not to come here again.

I had to see you.

I left them for good.

Why?

I hate them all.

I want to forget.

What good does it do to run away?

You will never be able to run away.

There's nowhere you can run.

You can never escape.

They've hurt you very much.

They've taken everything away from you.

One day to be saved, it may be necessary to kill.

There you are. What are you doing? What are you doing here? Come on back to the

party. The trouble with her is she's drunk.

Drunk as a mute.

No.

No, let go of me.

Let go.

I have buried your dear ones when they died, christened your children when they

were born, and I have united you in matrimony when you said you loved each

other.

I've listened to your sins, and I was unable to help you.

Today, I wanted to make my own confession to you.

I don't know if I've succeeded. I don't know if it's possible to.

I wanted to tell you everything about myself.

To tell you how unworthy I am to listen to your sins, and how helpless

I am to fulfill my duties.

I have prayed.

I had wished that this my last sermon.

would be different.

Today, I take my leave of you to go to another parish.

This I have chosen to do because I believe it would be better both for you

for me.

In all humility, I ask that you try to understand what I'm saying.

That you will...

try to forgive me.

I hope that I have earned that after my years in this parish.

I cannot seem to find the right words in the Gospel.

I cannot seem to find the right words in myself.

I know what I should say, but I also know that...

that I should not say it.

I've decided to leave you because... Because I'm afraid of the

Because... I know that I'm unable to help you.

Because I... I was unable to give you the same love that you gave me.

I tried to tell you the truth.

And I failed.

I tried to tell you of love, but my words rang false, and I was ashamed of

As you were ashamed of your sins.

It's not easy to be a priest.

It's not easy to be a priest in a world of false values, of truths that have

been forced.

That is why people today, like many among you, are crippled by doubt.

Doubt is part of human nature. It is part of our lives.

That is why you must avoid solitude.

You. You must stay together.

A lonely man doubts everything, even God.

And then no one can help him.

And when a man loses faith in everything, he also loses faith in

And when we feel lost, we give in to the flesh, and everything becomes a

pointless escape.

Escape. towards nothingness and escape from ourselves.

Forgive me this sermon. I was trying to tell you the truth about myself, and I

don't know whether I'm doing this for my salvation or for your good.

Forgive me, please.

Please forgive me.

Hello, Father.

Are you surprised to see me here again?

But so am I.

I don't know why I'm here.

I don't know why I've come here. I don't know why I'm doing this.

But I do know that I'm running away.

And that I've been running for a long time, and I'm tired, and I can't make

But you aren't making it either, are you?

You said so.

You admitted it.

So tired.

And I'm drunk, you see, and I'm so mixed up.

Then I came here, and I heard your sermon, and I listened to it.

But this was not the sermon of a priest.

Know why?

Because you are not a priest.

Not a whole priest, but only half a priest.

Isn't that right, Father?

And don't contradict me, because you must listen to me.

You must listen to me, even if you don't want to.

Because this...

Is your job.

It's all so absurd.

So pointless.

And so stupid.

Never mind.

What am I doing here?

How am I going to do it myself?

I can drink.

Oh, I do lots of that.

Lots of drinking.

I can go to bed with men.

I go to bed with lots of men.

What's the matter, Father? You shocked?

Well, I can't live without love.

Can't live without it.

Even if I know men, and I know them inside out.

I'm not... a wife.

I'm not a prostitute.

I'm not anything.

Yes, yes, you're right.

You're right. And I'm right.

Everybody's right.

And I go round and round and round and round and round.

I don't know what I'm doing anymore.

I can drink.

I can drink.

Maybe I could kill myself.

You don't believe me.

You don't want to believe me.

But how many confessions like this have you heard, Father?

How many confessions from desperate people, from mean, hypocritical people

you heard? And why? Why do you listen to them?

Yes, of course, they must be helped.

You're right, but I'm not like them. I'm worse than they are.

And you know why?

Because I don't give a damn.

And this is not a confession.

These are not my sins.

They're the sins of other people.

It's there, Phil!

Yes, of course.

You're the one.

You're a man like all the others.

You're a little black man... who understands

nothing.

Nothing at all.

And now I suppose you're gonna throw me out, aren't you?

Oh, well, it's easy for you.

All you have to do is stay shut up here in your little room and pray.

And pray, and pray...

And pray.

And pray.

And pray.

Have you ever loved a woman?

Oh, come on, tell me the truth.

Don't be ashamed.

Have you ever loved a real woman?

It's very difficult to love.

Very difficult.

It's almost impossible.

And you, of course, from your high altar, you speak about love.

This is for you.

I stole it from your church.

Because you're going away.

Oh, yes, yes, you go.

He has to go because he wants to. The people are full of gossip and rumors.

What do they know, those poor devils? But I know. I see it all.

It isn't because of his superiors, you know, or the communists.

He's lost his faith. That's his trouble, you know. Ah, priests.

I know them inside out.

But this one is different from the others. This one wears a beard the same

me. Why?

It's not one thing or the other. He doesn't believe any longer.

But I understand him.

For example, take Mao.

Mao's a very interesting man. There's no question about it. All the same, I stay

here. I work as a citizen and I serve the church.

Arrivederci.

Arrivederci.

Good -bye.

They take photographs, fill up their tanks, and away they go.

They're in a hurry.

Everyone's in a hurry. The church as well.

Or to grill, or to church.

Divorce, celibacy, revolutions.

Priests this way, priests that way.

Ideological crisis.

One must be up to date.

Just a minute, Father. I want to show you something.

What do you say to that? A truly modern church.

Electrified, automatic.

I think you'll be worse off than I was.

I've never been able to understand why they're all in such a hurry.

You see down there, at least two accidents a week.

All sorts of warning signs have been put up. I've blessed it a dozen times.

It hasn't meant a thing.

They still smash themselves up.

Run, run, run.

Where are we all running to?

Do not let my soul share the fate of sinners, or my life the doom of men of

blood, men with guilt on their hands, whose right hands are heavy with brides.

But I live my life in innocence.

Redeem me, O Lord, take pity on me.

Do you want to rent this boat?

I'm going fishing.

It's all right.

It won't bother me.

But you may bother me.

I'll do my best not to.

Okay. Let's go.

Do we have far to go?

How long can you row?

Rowing slow, even until sunset.

Of course, I have to rest every once in a while.

I don't think there has ever been a woman on this old boat.

Only fish.

Strange.

Now there are less fish and less fishermen.

It's tough all around.

Would you like to swim?

No.

No, you can talk.

A man who rows and talks at the same time tires out.

Then don't talk.

As you wish.

What are you doing around here?

I ran away.

From who?

From everybody.

Almost everybody.

And who are you?

Right now, I'm pretending to be a fisherman.

Who are you pretending to be?

Who's your...

Are you glad to see me, Father?

No.

I should say you were.

You're quite wrong.

I've told you there's nothing I can do for you.

You should never have come here.

And what if I wanted to make a confession?

People who want confession do so for forgiveness, not for justification or

for an accomplice in their sin.

But you should listen to me, Father.

I've listened to the sins of many women like you.

Women who feel alone, abandoned, exploited, without hope, unable to

cope with life.

Like all of them, you feel that your case is something special.

Pain makes you feel happy because you feel important, unique.

Tell me, why are you afraid of me?

You ran away from me.

You avoid me.

Why are you fooling yourself?

Do you know that everything you do interests me?

That with you I'm relaxed.

I forget my past.

I have enormous admiration for you. Do you believe me?

I've been taught to believe.

As for your admiration, it makes no difference to me.

I had to leave behind many friends, people who I really cared for.

I suffered when I left my parish and I had to leave because I couldn't go on

lying.

I came here to find myself.

I can offer nothing to anybody, nothing.

That's not true.

You didn't come here to find yourself.

You came here to lose yourself.

You came here to hide from yourself because you'd rather not exist.

You'll never understand each other because you're a woman and I'm a priest.

No, that's not the reason.

But we never understand each other because I am a woman and you are a man.

I have nothing else to say.

I don't know anything else.

I no longer remember anything.

So tired.

Very tired.

You must go on like this. As you've done so far.

Again.

too tired.

And you're tired too.

You two are very tired.

Am I disturbing you?

Are you praying?

No, I'm thinking.

On your knees?

For many years I prayed on my knees.

After some time I stopped praying.

I started to meditate.

I became used to it.

And now when I want to think, I kneel.

Do you think of me, Father?

Be careful. Get away from there. You might fall.

Say that again.

The same way.

Be careful.

Get away from there.

You might fall.

You were waiting for me here, weren't you?

Isn't that so?

The Lord be with you.

And with thy spirit.

The Lord be with you. And with thy spirit.

The Lord be with you. And with thy spirit.

Do you believe in fortune -telling?

When I was a little boy, Gypsy told my mother that one day I'd be

rich.

Very rich, with mountains of money.

It's quite wrong.

And since then, I haven't believed in fortune -tellers.

I believe in them.

I believe in everything.

I believe in black cats.

I believe in knocking on wood.

And I'm afraid of vampires.

You won't find much there. The lines are all mixed up.

No, not all of them.

You know, your gypsy was right. I see wealth.

I see great wealth.

This is the line of life.

And this is the line of happiness.

The line of happiness is... Very, very deep.

And this is the line of the heart.

And the line of the heart goes all the way down,

down, then down, down, until it gets here.

You know the proverb,

Make wisdom sister, prudence friend.

Come, I want to show you something.

What?

I wanted to show you where I was born.

In the Roman Forum.

Oh, you idiot.

Just behind that pagan temple.

Ah.

I might have guessed.

Very suitable for you. Thank you.

What will you have to eat?

Today, you will eat what I gave you.

Lovers should always eat the same things.

Otherwise, they separate.

Do you understand that?

Lovers must always eat the same things. Otherwise, they will separate. Do you

understand that?

Why were you so stubborn?

You look very good in that tie.

I like it.

You know, I'm... I'm happy that we came here tonight.

I'm hungry.

And I'm thirsty. And I'm very happy that I don't have to eat at the auto grill.

What's the matter?

Don't.

Who is it?

Hmm.

favor the wine doesn't matter we'll go back again

We'd better do something.

No, it's too late.

She's dead.

Oh, God.

Are you a priest?

No.

I'm not a priest.

Put the car in the garage.

And come upstairs.

Turn around.

Look at me.

You mustn't be afraid.

Turn around.

Look at me.

You mustn't be afraid.

You mustn't be afraid.

You mustn't.

You mustn't.

You know, I think it's too late.

I can't change my life anymore. I'm not that young.

Sometimes at night I feel nothing but fear and anguish.

Everything frightens me.

No, not everything, but... just how long it'll be at the end.

I can foresee every minute and every day.

There's no way out.

No way out.

You still arrive unexpectedly, as always.

You know why I came here?

No, I don't.

Or rather, I can imagine you need money.

That's why you remember your husband.

When I need it, you have to give it to me.

Good for you.

So it's not a question of money?

No.

I wanted to hurry along the divorce proceedings.

You said it was only a question of price.

Right. Only a question of price.

You've cost me a lot, and I don't see why I should lose you, too.

You're very expensive, and you know it.

And you also know how I feel about you, even at this moment. Oh, come on, now.

That's one thing.

That...

One thing.

Another is, when we met, you were nothing.

I made something out of you.

I introduced you to the people who count.

I created you with my love and with my money.

You see my point, don't you?

Do I have to tell you again that's why I hate you so much?

Is that the reason?

For that?

Just for that.

You so deliberately molded me.

You pervaded me from becoming myself.

That's the way I like you.

Well, that's very flattering.

So, what do you propose?

I see we understand each other.

Well, this is what I propose.

I'll agree to the divorce on the condition that you become my mistress.

At the moment, you're my wife and have a lot of love.

Afterwards, you can be someone else's wife.

But you'll come to bed with me.

You agree?

You're an animal.

And I still love you.

Believe me.

For man did not come from woman.

No, woman came from man.

And man was not created for the sake of woman, but woman was created for the

sake of man.

That is the argument for women covering their heads, as a symbol of the

authority over them, out of respect for the angels.

However, though woman cannot do without man,

Neither can man do without woman in the Lord.

Woman may come from man, but man is born of woman, and both come from God.

How long can you row?

I don't know.

I suppose that was from... the Bible.

Oh, well.

Forgot to tell you I'm a very good swimmer.

Got this morning.

There's always fresh fish at the market.

Very nice here.

A very pleasant place.

I had to see you again.

No, I don't want to.

Leave me alone.

You are hurting me.

You are hurting me.

No. No.

No.

No.

No. No.

No.

Is she yours too?

So there are three of us.

The two of us and her.

You... You are an idiot.

You must know I've been with her already.

And she came to me.

You understand?

She wanted me.

I didn't even have to ask her.

I don't need to tell you.

She's good.

Damn good.

You whore lover.

He's right.

You're the guilty one. The evil's in you.

It's not true that you want to change, that you want to become a better woman.

None of you want to change.

You're all the same.

I'm not following you because you're right.

It's not true what you said.

Look at me.

All right.

I'll wait for you here.

Good afternoon, Father.

Hey, listen.

You got a cigarette?

Let me see you naked.

No!

No!

Come over here. Come on.

Come here, will you?

No! No!

No! No!

I thought it was all over.

And now I must tell you that... Don't speak.

Don't say it.

I know you can't say it.

You can speak to a whole congregation.

You can speak from the pulpit.

But you can't speak to one woman.

Wait. Don't move.

I'll show you how to do it.

Listen to me.

So easy.

So simple.

Millions of people say to each other every day.

No.

No, I can't say it for you.

What do you want from him?

Why are you always here?

What have you done to him?

What are you saying?

My son belongs to God and to me. It's for me that he became a priest. Do you

understand? He became a priest for his mother. He loved only me.

He was happy.

Really happy.

Leave him.

Leave him. I beg you.

Remember this.

If you hurt him, I'll kill you.

Do you hear me? I'll kill you.

wanted to kill me.

How did you know?

I know you.

As you see, I'm an obedient husband.

A call from my wife and here I am. You know, I almost missed you.

We're supposed to be lovers. When?

All right now, if you like.

I don't believe you.

And I don't believe you.

Where shall we go?

What do you mean, where?

To your place, of course.

We have a deal, remember?

Are you listening to me?

Look at this place.

I can't confess you.

Don't go.

I killed my husband.

My God.

My God.

I did it for you.

I did it for us. I'm free now.

You're damned. You've committed the worst of sins. I don't regret it.

I have no strength left anymore.

Repeat after me.

Do you hear? Repeat after me.

Why don't you want me? Why don't you want me?

That's all you have to say.

Don't torment me anymore. I can't forgive your sins. I can't give you

absolution. I can't stay with you. God, forgive me. Forgive my blasphemy.

Do you want to test me?

Do you want me to damn myself?

Forgive me, Lord. And you.

You forgive me, too.

of our salvation.

We beg you to have us protected by the holy virgin of the road.

Under whose loving care and protection we always desire to be.

Under whose loving care and protection we always desire to be.

Under whose love and care and protection.

We always desire to be.

Thank you.

Why do you want to love me?

I love you as I love every human being.

You're lying.

You can't love everyone in the same way.

And you can't love me the way I love you.

That's blasphemy.

Never speak of it again.

Never.

Never.

Why are you doing this?

I'm going for a swim.

No, don't.

If you're afraid, you can come with me. No, please, don't.

You're still in time to save me.

Why are you afraid to look at me? You're drunk.

And you're ridiculous.

You're ridiculous!

Thank you.