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What are they doing?

They don't want to let us hear him.

Why?

Because they want to kill Pius XIII.

I know Lenny.

Pius XIII is a living saint.

And in the Vatican,
saints are an inconvenient presence.

Except for the doctor and the nun

no one should know he woke up
until I say so.

You called me.

I came back.

Now tell me why.

How long did I sleep?

Twelve months.

Then I certainly deserve

a Cherry Coke Zero.

You do know it's a miracle
that you woke up?

Please...

Let's not start that again.

What is your name, Sister?

Pamela.

A name right out of a TV series.

And was it you

who watched over me all this time?

Yes. Every night.

And what did you do all night?

I would look at you...

and pray.

And when I fell asleep
I would dream I was praying

for you.

And what did you ask for

in your prayers?

That you would wake up.

Maybe it was you, then.

God listens to those
who are close by.

Thank you, Sister Pamela

for watching over me.

It was a gift from Heaven, Holy Father.

Oh, right...

it's true.

I'm the Pope.

You'll have to fill me in on what's been
happening these past few months.

Ewa, dear, we have a guest.

I gave the servants a few days off.

That way, no one will see you.

Luckily we're the same size.

I can't wait to wear
my papal vestments again.

Doctor, what is wrong with your wife?

Health-wise, nothing.

She is suffering, that's all.

We all suffer.

She more than most.

She cannot bring herself to accept
the inscrutable will of God.

She looks like the Madonna.

One of the reasons
I fell in love with her.

We were both devout Catholics and...

before she was a happy Madonna,
now she's a grieving one.

Do you have children?

I'd like to show you around my home.

This is one of the most beautiful houses
in all of Venice.

Everyone said don't buy it,
it's cursed, they said.

But I don't believe in superstitions
that are antithetical to God.

Even if everything pushes us
to believe they're true.

That didn't stop you, though.

From desiring the house?

No.

From desiring your son.

Even though the tests showed

he was ill.

However, you and your wife

do not go against God,
you go toward life.

And your wife refused
to terminate the pregnancy.

You know everything.

What are you?

A guru? A saint?

Neither of the two.

I'm simply an intuitive man.

Many of us are.

There are so many things
I'd like to ask you.

You'd be disappointed.

I don't have any answers.

I quit when I got pregnant.

Good for you.

Now you can start up again.

It's nice to smoke.

No, it's not nice.

It's right.

You're in perfect health.
Everything is perfect.

And inexplicable.

An absolute...

scientific exception.

Nonsense.

Absolute scientific exceptions
do not exist.

Thank you for the hospitality

and for agreeing to hide me here.

You're welcome to stay
as long as you like.

Sooner or later

I have to go home

to the Vatican.

What are you waiting for?

First...

I want to understand.

The world has not forgotten you.
The world loves you.

That's not the point.

What is it, then?

In what way does the world love me

from now on?

Now that you

when you face questions from the press

won't be able to explain

scientifically

how I woke up from a coma.

Do you know my greatest desire right now?

No. What?

To go for a walk.

With the proper precautions,
we can give it a try.

Venice is quite deserted in January

the tourists aren't around
and the locals have been gone for years.

Are you alright, doctor?

Your Holiness...

you rose from the dead.

I didn't ask for this.

I did not ask for this.

My husband has no courage.

He hasn't asked you
what I begged him to ask

so I want to ask you myself.

You, on the other hand,
are courageous, that's clear.

I have nothing left to lose.

Have you never asked yourself
why your husband has no courage?

No.

Because, unlike you,
he has something to lose.

You.

He is afraid of losing you.

I will always be at his side.

No, that's not how it works.

When one thing changes,
everything changes.

Do you have any evening dresses?
You'd look magnificent in an evening dress.

That bathrobe, on the other hand...

it doesn't suit you.

I have beautiful dresses

but I haven't worn them in 11 years,
not since my son was born.

Why did you ask?

Because if things were to change

if you were to start wearing
those dresses again

and your husband was not
by your side

he may kill himself.

No man can allow himself the luxury
of losing a woman like you.

That's how things change.

And that's why he's afraid.

No.

- It's not the way it is.
- Yes, it is.

I know it is.

While you were in a coma,
a woman named Ester spoke on TV.

- She said...
- I know what she said.

And I know what you want to ask.

I didn't do anything for Ester
and I won't do anything for you

because I am unable to help you.

You are right, things change.

And if my son were to get better, I wouldn't
have a reason to live in a bathrobe

and my husband wouldn't have
any more reason to fear losing me.

We would be exactly what we wanted
to be in the beginning, a happy family.

Then never cease praying.

- You are...
- You see me as a shortcut.

As an impossible dream.

You are a saint!

And you performed a miracle,
Ester got pregnant.

Then on TV, a priest,
he wanted to remain anonymous

said that in the Vatican

you performed a miracle
when you were a boy, too.

You cured your friend's mother
who was terminally ill just like my son

then you rose from the dead,
that's what my husband told me

and he's a scientist and one of the most
famous cardiologists in the world.

You weren't supposed to wake up or rather,
you couldn't wake up, and yet you did.

I am not a saint.

I did not rise from the dead

and I do not perform miracles, ma'am.

- I am just the Pope.
- No.

No, you're not, not anymore.

- My husband was cowardly about that.
- What are you saying?

Nine months after you fell into a coma

they elected Tommaso Viglietti,
Francis II, he didn't last long.

Then they elected John Brannox,
John Paul III.

Try to cure my son.

You are no longer the Pope.

You're beyond that. You're a saint.

If you rose from the dead, you're Christ.

If you have returned, you're the Messiah.

I beg you, try to cure my son.

No.

Try to cure my son!

He is suffering.

He has been bedridden
since the day he was born.

He knows nothing and no one,
not even us, his parents.

I am no longer alive,
my husband is no longer alive

we are dead in a dead house, in a dead city.

I believe in God and I know
I need to be able to read the signs.

You came here, that's a sign!

But you know all this
far better than I do.

You believe in God but you're not
very versed in theology.

You're delirious.

I am not Christ, nor am I the Messiah.

It's more likely that I am Antichrist.

In truth, I have only
woken up from a coma

and medical science
doesn't know how to explain it yet

that's all.

You wanna save your son?
Then continue to pray.

I have run out of prayers.

I don't believe in God anymore.

God can fuck off!

I only believe in you.

And you have a moral obligation
to save my son!

Let's go.

Why?

Because they've killed Pius XIII

so there's no more reason for us to stay.

- How can you be so sure?
- Ester said so.

It's true.

They killed him... I know.

I feel it.

- Let's go.
- Go where?

To purify ourselves.

Whoever believes in me
should follow me.

I was hoping I'd find you here.

You scared me.

I didn't know where you were.
Put this on.

I needed another walk.

Will you ever be able to forgive my wife?

She's the one who'll need to forgive me.

Oh, no. Of course, no, she forgives you.

Please accept my apologies on her behalf.

She is...

She is worn out.

Wasting away like a candle.

And I'm afraid.

At times, I worry that she's
on the verge of insanity and...

I'm terrified.

For centuries past, only bad things
happened in our palazzo.

Murders and suicides and...

At night, every night when I can't sleep,

I'm thinking to myself...

it's going to happen again,
history is going to repeat itself.

No.

It's not going to happen this time.

Venice is beautiful

but Rome is my home.

Even though I am no longer the Pope

I hope there's still
a bed for me there, somewhere.

You want to go back to Rome?

- Shall I call someone?
- No.

Not yet.

Let's go.

Go where?

I want to meet your son.

♪ Keep your head down, don't say no ♪

♪ Don't say
Don't say I told you ♪

♪ Fuck off the old world ♪

♪ The old girl
Fuck off the old world ♪

♪ Come, come, let's see ♪

♪ Come, come, let's see ♪

He has Type-1 congenital
myotonic dystrophy.

A progressive, irreversible
loss of muscle tone.

Impaired development,
endocrine alterations

congenital heart defect...

cognitive deficit.

Even the most minor cardiac arrhythmia
could prove fatal.

I would like to stroke his cheek.

Of course, he'd like that.

Although he won't be able to express it.

I will know.

I will know regardless.

♪ Fuck off the old world ♪

♪ The old girl
Fuck off the old world ♪

♪ Fuck off the old world ♪

♪ The old girl
Fuck off the old world ♪

♪ Come, come, let's see ♪

♪ Come, come, and show me ♪

♪ Come, come, let's see ♪

What is he saying to him?

I don't know.

♪ Come and show me ♪

♪ Fuck off the old world ♪

♪ The old girl
Fuck off the old world ♪

♪ Fuck off the old world ♪

♪ The old girl
Fuck off the old world ♪

♪ Come, come, let's see ♪

♪ Come, come, let's see ♪

Never, never before
have we seen anything like this.

A vile, treacherous attack

against the very heart
of the Catholic Church.

What we know so far is that
the basilica was empty

when the dynamite attack
occurred late last night.

There are no victims, however,
numerous works of art have been damaged

including Michelangelo's Pietà

which reportedly has suffered
serious damage.

There are unconfirmed reports
that two young men

an Egyptian and a Syrian seen earlier
hanging around the Vatican

were taken into custody
immediately following the explosion.

Neither Pope John Paul III nor new
Secretary of State, Cardinal Mario Assente

has released any sort
of statement.

This inexplicable silence
on the part of the Holy See

is already cause
for heavy criticism.

Come in.

What is it?

I would like to apologise.

You two are going out tonight.

Excuse me?

Tonight, you and your husband are gonna
get dressed up and you're going out.

Take the evening off.

It doesn't matter where you go,
but tonight...

you're going out.

Why?

Because you need it.

I'll watch over your son for you.

OK.

What is your son's name?

Arek.

Good.

I'll stay with Arek.

What did you say to him yesterday
when you whispered in his ear?

I described Heaven to him.

Down to the tiniest detail.

You know what Heaven is like?

Yes, I do.

I'd forgotten that in January

not a single restaurant is open
here in Venice.

we're out.

I can't remember the last time
that happened.

When we first met,
we used to go out every night.

I wanted to show you Venice
before we got married.

Yeah, that was a special time.

Do you remember the first time we met?

Of course I remember.

You were wearing a tux then, too.

And you were very charming.

I remember I said:

"My name is Helmer Lindegard,
I'm a doctor"

and you came back
with an extraordinary retort.

You put on a mysterious smile
and you said:

"Know that I will need a lot of care."

Game over.

There was no turning back.

I was head over heels in love
from that point on.

I used to be good
at coming up with witty retorts.

When you are young,
you believe blindly in your own vanity.

That same night, in St. Mark's Square

I snuck a peek at you as you walked.

I'll never see another woman
walk like that as long as I live.

And I said to myself:

"When she stops walking,
I'll ask her to marry me."

You'd never seen a model walk before.

"Yes, I want to marry you too, Doctor."

Just like that.

How crazy was I?

Shall we go home?

I'm worried about Arek.

Yes, let's go home.

Now, Lord...

you and I must talk.

You and I must talk about Arek.

Make him a man, Lord.

Make him a man, Lord.

I will intercede...

but you must act.

Make him a man.

Make him a man.

Make him a man, Lord.

Wait here.

And look.

I do not perform miracles.

I simply find myself
at the centre of coincidences.

Time for your bath, Arek.

Thank you for trying.

I imagine you would
like to go back to Rome now.

No.

It's still not time.

♪ Time keeps on coming ♪

♪ I've been all around ♪

♪ I'll keep on running ♪

♪ Till time catches on ♪

♪ I've been on the run ♪

♪ Now you're back in your hideout ♪

♪ Never gave it all for free ♪

♪ Everyone is talking to ya ♪

♪ To ya ♪

♪ Time keeps on learning ♪

♪ About you and me ♪

♪ I'll keep on loving ♪

♪ Someday she'll love me ♪

♪ I'll love you for free ♪

♪ Now your heart has been broken ♪

♪ And you're miles off away ♪

♪ Now you can't find
the right words to say ♪

♪ Once uphill, you'll be fine ♪

♪ But your love's lost down the line ♪

Sit down, Sofia.

What is happening is bigger than I am.

- I need some advice.
- I know.

Will you help me?

I am retired now, I am out of the game.

- Can't we pretend?
- Pretend what?

That you are still
the Secretary of State.

Just for ten minutes, please.

You are the most intelligent man
the Church has ever known.

I make a brilliant gardener as well.

Girolamo and I tried grafting

a nun's orchid with a rose of Bethlehem
and it worked.

Don Mimmo was sceptical
but he had to eat his words.

Right, Don Mimmo?

So, Sofia,
what seems to be the problem?

Since the attack, the Pope has given up.

He is poorly advised.

The problem is that it has become
impossible to advise him.

He has holed himself up in his apartment
and refuses to speak with anyone.

He has fallen into a deep depression.

All he does is weep
over the death of his dog.

He said it himself,
he is a piece of fragile porcelain.

What can I do?

You can weaken the strong.
I have been doing that my whole life.

But there is one thing you cannot do.

What's that?

Give strength to the fragile.

And so?

And so,
there is only one thing left to do.

Ride John Paul III's weakness.

What do you mean?

Facing you is a man
who is worthless, a man without merits.

I am indolent, I am pompous

I am irresponsible

I am conceited

I am a disappointment

I am an undistinguished thespian

I am a weak man

and I am a drug addict.

- Holy Father...
- Please, let me finish.

You and I must talk now.

Yes, Lord,
you and I must talk about Arek.

Life is life.

I know I'm going where you'd rather
I didn't, I know, but I'm asking you.

Make him a man.

Make him a man.

I will intercede, but you must act.

Make him a man.

I told you, make him a man.

Make him a man.

Make him a man.

Have you read "The Middle Way"?

The summation of my thinking.

Did you like it?

Like it?

Who didn't?

It is what is guiding us all
in these difficult times.

It is a masterpiece.

True. It is a masterpiece.

But I did not write it.

What are you saying, Holy Father?

My brother Adam wrote it

and he died before he could publish it,
so I did

and claimed it as my own.

I'm an imposter, Gutierrez.

Make him a man.

Make him a man.

Make him a man, now.

Make him a man, now, Lord.

Make him a man.

Make him a man.

Make him a man, Lord.

I will not wait another second.
Make him a man.

Make him a man now, Lord!
Make him a man.

Make him a man, Lord!
Make him a man!

Make him a man.
Make him a man, Lord, now!

Make him a man!

Make him a man, Lord!
Make him a man!

Make him a man!

Make him a man, Lord!
Make him a man!

Make him a man, Lord!
Make him a man!

Now!

Have you finished, Holy Father?

- Is that not enough?
- No.

It's not enough to not be forgiven.

God saves us, always.

God does not deny anyone
the grace of salvation.

It is the most beautiful thing there is.

We love vanity and sin

we love deprivation and wickedness.

So we believe
that God has abandoned us

that God does not like us.

But God does not manage our lives.

He does not correct our weaknesses.

God does not stop our hand

when it plunges into sin.

No.

All He does is save us.

In the end, God saves us.

And He saves us with a kiss.

Just like with Moses.

Holy Father...

What is Heaven like?

Exactly like here.

The same life as here on Earth
for each of us.

Except...

it's not the same.

Why?

Because in Heaven

we glimpse God.

And Arek?

Will he go to Heaven?

Yeah.

This is his place.

And now the time has come.

For what?

To return to Rome.

You will call the Holy See
and speak with Gutierrez.

And when you have finished
speaking with Gutierrez

you will get your wife and the two of you
will meet me in the ballroom.

Why?

Because I would like to say goodbye,
but first...

But first...

I would like to show you a miracle.

Holy Father...

I have to tell you something.

Now...

let's hold hands

and close our eyes.

♪ Coming up on noon ♪

♪ The old room
Feels like an ulcer ♪

♪ Packing up the old room ♪

♪ So soon
Wishing to be elsewhere ♪

♪ Keep your head down, don't say no ♪

♪ Don't say
Don't say I told you ♪

♪ Fuck off the old world ♪

♪ The old girl
Fuck off the old world ♪

♪ Come, come, let's see ♪

♪ Come, come and show me ♪