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You are 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 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 the Holy See never responds
to provocations. Thank you !

THE NEW POPE
Episode 9

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.

BRANNOX ONE OF US !

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.

POPE BRANNOX THANK YOU

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 lost,

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.

Yes, that is how we felt.

And just like you,
I remember it all.

But it no longer matters,
that the world took issue whit us.

For now, it is us who shall
take issue with the world.

We will no longer tolerate
being named as 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 implore them with our silence.

We never received that replied.
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 astonishing and 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 being forgotten,

I assure you.

They will remember us,
because we are the Church.

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 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.

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.

VENTOTENE, LAZIO, ITALY

ALTIERO SPINELLI
SCHOOLHOUSE

In the Christian Martyrology
there are 9 900 saints and beati.

I won't pray to any of them,
I'll only pray to you.

You are the only saint I have met,
who cares about the others !

Let's stick to facts.

The Caliph,

presumably using the refugee
community on the island of Ventotene,

has taken six elementary
school children hostage

as well as their teacher,
Don Antonio.

A good priest, Girolamo.
A good priest, I swear.

But you know that, I've spent
my life gathering information,

but now you are surely
better informed than me.

Let's get to the point.

I ask you with all my strength:
free them.

Free them all and all unharmed,
they're children.

They are innocent.

They're saints,
they're beautiful like you.

Please, do with me what you will,
but let the children go.

I would have much preferred
our first encounter

to have been
under more pleasant circumstances.

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've fallen 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 have usurped
his territory and so he attacks us.

He's afraid that I have woken up,
so he ups his game

and strikes at the thing
I love most: children.

But he is not afraid
that you have woken up.

He is 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 is 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
that I am 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.

The 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 will 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 a 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 that you wept over
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.

John, you're gonna have to resign
yourself to believing in me.

Now that you realized
what I am !

Free them now !

Free them now !

Free them now !

Brother cardinals...

I've come back.

This meeting here today
is to be our secret.

If you reveal to anyone
that I have returned,

I will know
how to punish you.

Do you remember,
brother cardinals,

when I told you that the faithful have
to come to us through a narrow door,

that we would not go to them ?

You were all rather skeptical.

And that is exactly
what 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."

We're 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 had 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 threatening 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, 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.

I speak to the kidnappers.

Yes, you are despicable
and yes, you're 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 ?

- No. What ?
- You are going to have to fight it !

Calm down, Bauer.
Pius XIII is just a little wound up.

Okay, so why don't you try
to wind him down a little ?

Cause otherwise I will be force
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 kid to the park,

and the next you're taking cover
in a bomb shelter.

One day you're pope,
he's a little on wound,

next day world war III breaks out
before you even know it.

Now, can you see
that living legend behind me ?

- 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,

would the United States,
the most powerful nation on earth,

be willing
to save the Vatican's ass ?

- Got it ?
- Yes, I got it.

But you're 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.

Am I wrong, General Parker ?

See ? We might be a little rusty, but
we still know a thing or two about war.

I 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 ?

When ?

Everyone remembers my miracles
but they forget about my murders.

They don't know that it was me
who killed that poor priest,

that hero, in Ventotene.

And I left those 6 bewildered children
alone with those madmen.

Tomorrow they will blame
John Paul III but it was me.

I am a danger to others.
I am worthless.

A rash, unreasonable child.

Your Holiness,
John Paul III would like to see you.

- Your Eminence.
- Bauer, what are you doing here ?

I brought someone to see you.

- Who is he ?
- The man closest to the Caliph.

- Did you track him down ?
- Nope.

And that's why it gets interesting.
He tracked me down.

It wasn't us.

Why should I trust you ?

I do not expect in the least
that you would trust me.

I don't trust you,
and you do not trust me.

I merely wanted to tell you,
in person, that it wasn't us.

Not in Lourdes, not in Saint Peter's,
not in Ventotene.

Give me one valid reason
why I should believe you, and I will.

Europe has become irrelevant.

An old, abandoned shop window
that doesn't interest us any more.

Simply for that reason,
it wasn't us.

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're exactly right.

I'm wrong.

If you continue to listen to me
I will continue to make mistakes.

I will 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're the pope.

No.

I am a fragile
piece of porcelain.

But I have 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 ?

Let's keep it for now, shall we ?

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

Stand up !

Jesus !

That's Amber,
an escort from Hannover.

She follows me everywhere,

actually have we recently decided
to gonna get married.

- I'm gonna miss you, Voiello.
- You're leaving ?

- Yeah, I'm done here.
- Where will you go ?

Korea. Things are really
heating up over there.

I'm gonna try calm them down.
Don't tell 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 now ?

Ever since Girolamo died,
you've been my only friend.

Relax Voiello.
This is not the fifteen 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 are 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 any more.

I know.
I know, but it doesn't merely 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.

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 you 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 aberrant.

All this, John Paul III,
with great humility,

calls "the middle way."

In the past few days
I have understood.

It's not the middle way.

It is the way.

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.

You know
what is so beautiful about questions ?

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

In the end,
only God has the answers.

They are his secret.

God's secret,
which only He knows.

That is the mystery
in which we believe.

And that is the mystery
which guide our conscience.

And now I would like
to come down among you,

and do what I have wanted to do
since the first moment:

embrace you, one by one.

THE NEW POPE

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, hard working, sensitive,

and receptive
to the countless request

of his beloved colleagues
in the college of cardinals.

I didn't sleep a wink last night.

I read and re-read the pontifical
yearbook a thousand times,

and in the end, I didn't find

a single name
that responds to the call.

I did. 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 ?

Pius, you're a pain in the ass.