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Apparently its one of the Apocryphal Gospels.

If Judas doesnt betray him, Christ wouldnt rise from the dead.

Christ tells Judas to betray him.

Evil is necessary so that good exists.

Thats precisely what the Cainites defend.

That mirror reflects your fears.

Giacomo...

They look for objects that did harm to Christ.

-I dont have it. -Take it from her.

-Why dont you come with me? -I don't want you to go.

The suffering of God is the most powerful of energies.

Whoever has those 30 coins will have in his possession

a weapon more powerful that the very Arc of the Covenant.

30 COINS

You all know why were here, that's right?

A few days ago Elena's veterinary clinic...

You all know Elena.

The clinic suffered some damage which, regrettably ended...

I think by accident... In a fire.

Apparently, well, some of us... Well...

Many of us were there that night.

We dont want to point the finger at anyone or look for culprits.

Just the opposite. We want to look ahead and find solutions.

So...

If youve come here its because, in some way...

you feel involved. Thats what matters.

I see that people want to help and to get back to normal as soon as possible.

I want to say that Im very sorry about what happened.

I have never harmed anyone in my life.

But what happened that night wasnt normal.

I was at home having supper, and no matter how much I think about it,

I have no idea how I could end up doing something like that.

I want to ask Elena to forgive me,

and to tell her I want to help in any way.

Very good. Thank you, Consuelo, Ill tell her.

Thats precisely what I wanted to propose.

A little collection.

Well... With everyone giving what they can or want to.

Just a little. And as there are a lot of us,

maybe we can manage to pay for the most expensive things:

the furniture, the repainting...

Money isnt going to fix whats going on here.

This is insane and its time someone said so.

The cow that gave birth to a child,

the mad woman who killed her husband and hanged him from the stairs...

-The girl who disappeared... -The man who was run over.

-And the one in the chemists. -And all in less than a year.

I understand what youre saying, Jesús, but right now were talking about Elena.

Well, if she hadnt been hanging around all day with the priest,

what happened to her wouldnt have happened.

The priest is the culprit.

All this has happened since he came to the town.

And what a coincidence, he hasnt come today.

-Why hasnt he come? -I called him, but he didn't answer.

Yeah, sure, and I believe you.

-I called him! -They didnt tell us the truth.

No one told us hed been in prison.

That's true!

Merche...

Weve already talked about that. I cant get rid of that man.

I can't get rid of him, it isnt up to the town council.

-Its up to the... -The Diocese, I know, Paco.

But the people are entitled to have a normal priest. Yes or no?

Of course they are!

-Very good! -Your wife is right!

Please, silence.

If we all join together, if we get signatures

and take them to Segovia, Im sure theyll do something.

They have to listen to us.

Who agrees that we should write a letter to the bishop

asking for a change in the parish?

-I do! -I do!

I'm in!

-Are you angry? -No, why would I be angry?

Youve got me into a fucking mess, but anyway...

Its not a mess, just the opposite. Look at them.

They were going around with their heads low, and now...

-Now theyre furious. -Thats better than feeling guilty.

Yes, its fucking great, no one is guilty of anything

because weve blamed the priest for everything,

and we dont know... We dont know if hes fucking guilty.

Paco, think about this.

Now its the town whos asking, its not you. Do you understand?

Youre free of all responsibility.

-Is the town asking, or is it you? -Whats that supposed to mean?

That when you want something, and you dont get it one way,

you get it another,

because youve been hell bent on going after the priest since he got here.

We explain it to him directly,

and then he can take the decision to leave.

Fuck.

Keep on knocking.

Please kids, sit down and be quiet. Put your seatbelts on.

-Who is on your team? -Italia 90: world champion.

ROME, 1990

Always with the catenaccio.

But what catenaccio are you on about?

One question, guys.

How did we end up here? This right here.

Ten years ago I left my town to come to Rome.

My first idea was to join the Red Brigades.

-Seriously, Sandro? -They threw me out and I asked why.

And they said, "Have you ever seen a fat terrorist?"

So I became a priest.

Come on!

-You're kidding! -The Red Brigades? Come on!

-What about you? -Me?

I want to destroy the devils hosts.

No, no, Im serious.

Rome is full of priests,

but in Spain no one thinks about those things anymore.

I thought that Spain was still the land of inquisitors.

Just the opposite. There are no vocations.

Now the priests come from South America. You know that, you're from Spain, right?

I only lived there until I was seven.

People... Listen to this. People...

dont believe in anything anymore.

Thats the devils great success,

persuading the world that he doesnt exist.

That hes just an old wives tale, something from the past.

Let me confess something. I feel him inside me.

Especially after three glasses of wine.

I want to find God, but it seems impossible.

Hes very far away, up there somewhere.

But the devil, youre right, the devil is here, near us.

And who knows, if we manage to catch him,

perhaps God will pay us some attention.

But thats frightening.

-Im not afraid. -Are you sure?

Thats easy to prove.

Give me your hand.

Slowly.

What about you? Do you dare?

And you two want to face the devil,

when you dont dare even jab yourselves with a fork?

What about you?

Are you afraid?

Ive got...

a problem.

The thing is...

fear encourages me.

We are now approaching Rome Fiumicino Airport.

Good morning.

If you stick to the vaccination schedule, you shouldnt have problems.

But is bluetongue disease serious?

Not so much for cows, but it is for sheep and goats.

But dont worry, if we do it right, nothing will happen.

-Thank you so much, Miss Elena. -Mrs.

Thats right, excuse me. Im sorry. I didnt mean...

Its all right.

Here.

Whats this for?

What do you think? For your trouble.

No, Curro, no, your monthly payment covers this.

It doesnt matter. Take it, please.

Thank you.

Well, Curro... See you.

-Bye. -Bye.

-What do I owe you? -Nothing, forget about it.

-Why? -Just because, its all right.

Were very sorry about what happened to you.

“What happened to me”?

-But it was you! -Us?

I saw you there, putting out a fire that youd started yourself.

-That isnt how it is, Elena. -Then tell me how it is.

-We went there to help. -Look how shes getting.

-And Im giving it to her for nothing! -How can you be so rude to Remedios?

Especially when she doesnt want to charge you! Thats no way to behave.

What I want is that you leave me in peace. Thats enough for me.

There was a misfortune, thats what it was,

and were doing everything possible to fix it. Thats all.

There's no need to play the victim here.

Keep the change.

-Maam. -How's everything?

-How did the operation go? -It all went very well.

Sole is fed up being in the hospital for so long, but shes happy

-and looking forward to getting home. -I'm glad to hear that.

Tell her I was asking for her.

Dont worry, Ill do that. Maam...

-Yes? -Thank you for everything.

If you ever need anything, you just have to call me.

-Wheres Roque? -Roque is with his girlfriend.

He doesnt leave her side for a minute.

Fuck, Elena, its about time! Youve finally appeared.

Ive been trying to talk to you for days,

but youre not answering my calls. Where were you?

-At home. -I was really worried.

I heard all about what happened.

It was insane, wasnt it? Who would do a thing like that?

So this is your girlfriend.

As there was nothing else...

Does that offer still stand?

Are you not going to kiss me?

ROMA, ITALY, 1990

Whatever they say,

you must continue with your prayers with a firm voice.

There's no need to shout, but you should let them feel there is a superior power

that it is speaking through you.

Prayer is like a wall that defends us from their words.

-Excuse me, Father. -Yes?

Wouldnt it be interesting to listen to them?

-Excuse me? -If, in some way,

the devil is communicating with us through this woman,

wouldnt it be better to listen to him, to learn from him,

and accumulate as much information as possible?

The more we know about the enemy, the easier it will be to fight him.

-Whats your name? -Vergara, Fr. Vergara.

What your companion Fr. Vergara is proposing

is exactly what you should never feel tempted to do.

Who do you think you are?

Do you think you can talk to him and emerge unharmed?

Do you think you are more intelligent than the devil himself?

No. Nor do I feel more intelligent than you,

and yet it is undeniable that we are having a conversation.

Apologize immediately to your companions,

because pride is the greatest of sins, and the Evil One knows that.

If you ever have the misfortune to meet with him,

which I doubt because the devil doesnt waste his time,

it wont take him more than a few seconds to do away with you.

Do you understand?

What I dont understand, Father, with all respect,

is that, after centuries of fighting evil,

our only weapon is this text, this book.

An incomprehensible, sterile litany.

The devil has to be very stupid to retreat before that.

Get out of this class, Mr. Vergara. Get out.

What have you done?

That was incredible.

When you left, he completely lost control.

He wouldnt stop talking about you.

And all the time the woman was laughing non-stop.

-Im not going to apologize. -Good. He wants to expel you.

No one can confront their enemy if they dont know him.

Did you do it just to get his attention, or...

Or is there something more?

I came here to learn, not to get good grades.

-In Italian, please. -Sorry.

Tonight at 10:00, come to this address.

There's something I want to show you.

Perfect timing.

Are you curious?

Come on in.

What is this?

Whats this man doing here? Are you insane, or what?

It was him who asked me for help.

How long has he been chained up?

-Two months. -Two months?

And how is he alive?

I look after him.

I clean him and I bring him food every day.

I record all our sessions, like you were saying.

In this storeroom Ive learned more

than in all the years weve been at the seminary.

Do you think its real?

Judge for yourself.

Fr. Vergara.

What an honor to have you with us.

Did you tell him my name?

Whats he doing here? Its isnt good for him.

I dont think he can take it.

Fabio, please, tell your friend not to insult me with his medieval procedures.

Sandro...

What is this?

I thought that we had got past this stage.

I understand the chains, but this is a humiliation I will not allow.

How do I know youre not insane,

and just another sick man who needs psychiatric attention?

Will you give me a cigarette?

When you were twelve, you accidentally killed your dog with a stone,

and you hid him in the back garden.

Your mother thought that your father had lost him.

They argued,

and youve never forgiven yourself.

When you masturbate, you think of a girl from secondary school

who never said a word to you, Sonia.

Poor thing, just imagine her,

covered in semen every day of her life, and never knowing it.

Enough! This is bullshit.

Yes, its best if you go.

Fabio, your friends are boring me.

Vergara, come on, let's go.

Wait. One thing.

If youre so powerful, why dont you destroy these chains?

Sandro...

Maybe you prefer to burn us with the fire that comes out of your mouth?

Fire coming out of my mouth.

A classic.

Do you really want me to do it?

-The prison. - Regina Coeli. Right here?

Manuel. I remember you! The Spanish priest.

I won a lot of money with your fight.

The iron fist.

I'm here to see Sandro.

-Sandro... He's there. -Thank you.

Come on!

Move! Move! There you go!

Don't drop your guard! Move!

Easy! Easy!

Easy now!

Silence! Silence!

Don't drop your guard!

Do you know why you ended up here?

Because you always drop your guard.

Did you hear me?

No way... I can't believe it.

I really can't believe it.

It isnt good to play with fire.

But lets not ruin this conversation with fairground tricks.

There is a much deeper horror.

We live in the midst of a hurricane of lies and deceit.

There are no truths, only a furious instinct of destruction

and madness, provoked by your God.

I dont know for what reason.

Maybe its just for the pleasure of making you suffer.

I work for him.

Is there just one devil,

or are there many?

Where are you?

On this plane of physical reality,

or is there another astral plane outside of the perceptible world?

Do you live, perhaps, in the mind of all men?

Are you insane? Haven't you seen what he's done?

After the Primal Battle, Satan withdrew with his best men

to a safe place, beyond the reach of Gods eye.

In reality they hid inside him,

in an aspect of the same God which afterwards was known as Intelligence,

and, well, your colleagues called it Hell.

We need to take Sandro to the hospital right now!

What was the reason for the Battle?

The official version talked about the angels pride,

but really thats not how it was.

We simply wanted our role in the divine plan to be recognized.

This is like a play, do you understand?

Dramatically, the thing doesnt work if there is just one character.

Thats why roles were distributed, and we got the most thankless one.

We just wanted to appear in the credits. We didnt ask for anything more, really.

God doesnt want to recognize that evil also forms part of Him.

-Is that what you mean? -Bingo.

It would be like giving away the ending.

God is the author of the play, and at the same time, all the characters.

Stop listening to him.

Then... God is Satan.

And you, and me.

-God is everything. -God hasn't done this!

Is that what you think?

Why didn't He stop it from happening then?

Its very easy to play the role of a good man

who sacrifices himself for everyone, but that of a traitor...

That has many more nuances, its much more complex.

Everything is part of the representation.

-So are you. -It isnt by chance that youre here.

The play needs...

conflict.

You choose.

We want to meet your boss.

His sole presence would destroy you.

I dont mind taking the risk. Do you?

Hes on the other side.

You just have to go through that door.

Fabio!

Don't.

Dont listen to him, hes lying to us. It's a trap.

You know he isnt, hes saying what weve all thought.

But hes forgetting one thing:

we choose our role.

We are free. Show him we are.

No!

Do you know who he is?

The iron fist! The Spanish hurricane!

-Show them what you can do. -No...

Im out of shape, Sandro.

All the better, that way they can stay on their feet for at least five minutes.

Are you still wearing that?

This cross has saved both our lives.

Before he takes my head off, Id like you to help me with something.

It's been 20 years since I last saw you,

I knew that this wasnt just a social call.

Theyre after me.

They want to kill me, and theyre a lot more dangerous than your friend.

Lets say that the guy Im up against is a bit special.

Is he?

Ready? Go.

What are you doing? You hit like my mother.

What are you waiting for? Beat him!

Show him who you are!

That friend of yours... Do I know him?

You know him.

-We both know him very well. -Fabio?

No... Santoro? Are you sure?

I saw him on the other side of the mirror.

-How poetic. -Believe me, its not.

I saw him and he looked into my eyes.

Listen, we'll talk again later.

But now, don't make a fool of me and knock him down!

Go.

Come on, hurricane!

Yeah!

You didn't realize, but he always wanted to be above you.

He hated you because you were much better than him.

That isnt true.

He had the necessary courage it took to go through the door.

It isnt a matter of courage. You dont take orders from anybody.

And look at all the good it did me.

It did you a lot of good, stupid. Youre alive, dont forget that.

Hes been elected President of the Pontifical Council

for Interreligious Dialogue.

Can you believe it?

This is my advice: run away,

but not to Spain, go somewhere thats out of his reach.

-Everything is within his reach. -Not everything.

Why do you think Im here?

The suffering that this place breathes protects me from them.

You, my friend,

need something stronger, much stronger.

A war...

The pain is so intense that the souls have very thick skins.

He cant get through them.

Syria, Afghanistan, Lebanon...

I don't know.

-Thank you. -I love you.

Me too.

Vergara.

Run away.

Hey.

Did they ask you to come here, to apologize?

Well, in a way, yes.

There was a collection. Everyone participated.

Oh, great!

What are you doing? Are you leaving?

What do you think?

Have you thought about this? They think very highly of you.

If you give them time, all this will have been forgotten.

Give them time?

My husband disappeared two years ago and they are still talking about that.

-That has nothing to do with that. -They think I'm the one to blame.

-And that I deserve it all. -Nonsense.

Im tired, Paco, Im sick of not being able to tell whats happened to us.

I cant tell the truth.

I have to keep quiet, and they look at me with that pitying expression,

like theyre saying “poor thing”,

when Im the one who should be shouting at them:

“Youre the crazy ones, youre the pathetic ones,

because you have no idea of whats going on.”

And how do you think I feel?

Every night everything comes into my mind as if it happened yesterday.

We lived the things that happened, Elena, theyre not dreams,

because we lived them together.

And the fact that we can talk about it is what keeps me alive.

If you leave now, what do I do?

-Well, this is a different thing. -What thing?

Youve finally decided.

I want to get out of here,

and hes offering me a job somewhere else, is it so strange?

He can certainly offer you a lot more than I can.

A lot more than you can?

What are you saying?

Hey, Paco!

So? Have you come to say goodbye?

I came to give her the collection that was taken in the town.

They dont want her to leave.

I don't want you to leave.

Everyone wants to pay for all the damages that were caused.

What happened? Elena hasnt told me anything.

Skip it, Roque, its a very long story.

Well, now youll have lots of time to tell me, wont you?

We have to go.

Where's Fabio?

He hasnt come to class, he isnt in his house.

No one in his congregation knows anything about him.

Why did we listen to him? Why did we go there?

It isnt just my skin...

My soul is burned.

We need to do something. I need your help.

Is there any place where we can clean our wounds?

JERUSALEM, 1992

Fabio!

Fabio!

Fabio!

Youre here? Youre alive!

Forgive me, youre confusing me with someone else.

Its me, Fr. Vergara, Manuel.

Im sorry, Manuel, I dont know you.

Bye.

What are you doing here? Why are you doing this?

Because if I dont do it, it isnt done properly.

For fuck's sake! They always leave it half done.

If we decided to set up this company, its to do things properly.

To do them badly, we just buy the meat from those guys in Sepúlveda

and save ourselves all this work.

Shes gone too, like the priest.

You must be pleased.

You wanted both of them gone? Well, theyre gone.

I never said I wanted Elena gone. You made that up.

But you didnt lift a finger to prevent it.

Me?

I had to prevent it?

After all Ive had to put up with?

What have you had to put up with?

Nothing. I dont want to go into that.

No, no, but I do. What have you had to put up with?

A lot of things that I didnt tell you.

A lot of things...

Lets just leave it.

You just do your own thing, but Im meeting people all day, in the hotel,

in the supermarket, in the bank, everywhere, and people talk.

But you dont realize.

-Be quiet, please. -Listen to me.

Ill be quiet, but dont come complaining when things happen,

and youre not re-elected as mayor,

because all this business has done you a lot of harm.

And Im tired of being the one who always gets you off the hook.

-Go away. -What do you mean?

Im going to get you dirty, for Christ's sake.

Cant you see Im trying to clean all this?

Merche? Merche!

Fuck!

What are you doing?

Hello?

Hello... Who are you?

Antonio?

Come on, I'm getting you out of here. When did you get out of hospital?

Its very good. Do you want some?

Thats stealing. Do you realize they could put you in prison?

-I borrowed it. The priest isn't there. -Give me that.

-I don't want the old woman to take it. -What are you talking about?

She steals things, and no one says anything.

-What old woman? -The one who eats cockroaches.

Ive seen her, like they were olives, one after another.

She has a devil inside her.

Im taking you to my hotel, but this is the last time.

Tomorrow Im calling social services. But youd better behave yourself,

because if you dont, Ill tell them you were stealing from the church

and then youre in big trouble.

-Do you know what you have to do? -What?

Forget about him.

What did you say?

Hes in love with her, everyone knows that.

But shes married, and listen to what Im saying, her husband is alive.

-How do you know? -Because the voices tell me.

If he came back, problem solved.

-That would be a miracle. -Miracles happen.

Youre good, you do your job and you dont interfere with anybody.

-You deserve it. -Thank you.

Im looking for Fr. Lombardi. Im told he lives here now.

You will find Fr. Lombardi upstairs, in room 103.

Thank you.

Pardon me.

Vergara!

What a surprise. What are you doing here?

Im just visiting, trying to resolve some things that were left unfinished.

You shouldn't have come.

You shouldnt neglect your affairs in Spain.

We sent you there for a reason.

Thats why I wanted to see you.

Precisely now, while you and I are talking,

something is happening there, something that shouldnt happen.

I can feel it.

Sandro told me how much you did for me. Im very grateful.

-Have you come to tell me that? -No. I just want to ask you a question.

Go ahead.

What do you know...

about the 30 coins?

Sorry, Father, but with the heat they come out of the sewers.

They are as fat as cats.

-Who else knows about this? -Just you.

-And Santoro. -Yes.

Look, we have to act quickly.

There is just one person who has the power

to put an end to this once and for all.

-Who? -The Holy Father.

Ive thought about it, but it would take me months to get an audience.

Now I understand why youve come back.

I dont trust anyone else.

I can get him to receive you tomorrow. Listen.

Santoro is listening to this conversation.

His power is enormous. Be careful.

Hell try to do away with you, before you get to the appointment.

Do away with me? Why doesn't he kill me?

If he wanted to, he would have already killed you.

He has other plans.

- It cant be. -Oh, my God...

I can't believe that's all youre taking.

Thank you, Toni. We can go shopping in Paris.

I know this women's fashion shop next to this Japanese restaurant.

They serve you this really fresh fish and they cut it right in front of you.

Dont tell me why you know womens fashion shops.

Touché.

Fr. Vergara?

-Pleased to meet you. -My pleasure.

Follow me, please.

Elena! Elena!

What the fuck is he doing here?

Were very short of time, Elena, please. Elena!

Are you insane? What are you doing here?

I wanted to tell you something before you left.

If you're here to try and convince me...

No, it isnt that. Something has happened.

What now?

Its your husband, Elena.

-What? -Your husband has come back.

Hes well. Hes asked for you.

You will understand that this conversation must remain secret.

We are not talking to you, and you are not here, with us.

I only wish to protect the Church.

-You have been in prison, isnt that so? -Two years.

-Do you have the coin? -No.

It must be destroyed, somehow or other.

We have known for some time that within the Church

there are points of view, lets say, contrary to dogma.

That is why we must be careful.

Fr. Lombardi has spoken to me of you,

and he says you can be trusted completely.

Its essential that you understand what Im going to say:

one slip, one remark in the wrong place could put everything in danger.

-Have you spoken to anyone of this? -No.

From now on, you will report to just one person who has my complete trust.

I want you to meet Cardinal...

Fabio Santoro.

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