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There are two nuclei. One is a church with cables.

They're looking for the words.

Mr. Johnson, excuse me.

Reginald Johnson. This guy has to be linked to what we're investigating.

What's wrong? I can't find the link.

-Come on! -Are you Lombardi?

I've wait too long for you.

The danger of such a spell is that it could cause...

The end of everything.

-Now that Lombardi is dead... -You need me.

Those who were once enemies now walk together and are here on Earth!

Returning to Rome to get the book from Elena won't be easy.

-What? -I mean, to protect her.

The cart fell down, gentlemen. Forgive me!

It was my fault. Forgive me.

Gentlemen.

This access could be better.

Yes, it's closer than the other and it's easier.

SEGOVIA, SPAIN

They ran out of gas and just left it.

They'll have gone for a jerry can.

They couldn't park at the side of the damn road? Let's go.

-Excuse me, Sergeant. -Yes?

I see you walking so confidently, like you know where you're going.

-Because I know. -Share it with the rest of the class.

-I'm going home! -He says he's going home.

-I thought we were going somewhere. -Right. To stop the end of the world.

-That's the idea. -Don't involve me in your mess.

If we're going far, count me out.

-Damn it, Dad. -You only think of yourself.

-Dad's getting on in years. -Look, Laguna.

-Laguna. You can't go home now. -No? Why not?

The police and the Department of the Interior will be looking for us.

-They'll go to your home first. -I don't doubt it.

-So what! -He wants to talk to his wife.

-Now is not the time. -You didn't see her crying.

-She thought I was crazy. -You're not crazy. You're fine.

-Thanks. -It's hard to fit our lives in with

-this godless thing ruling the world. -We're actually privileged.

-People don't know what's going on. -They live sleepy lives, like we did.

Exactly. Now we're awake. We know what's going on.

-We know what's behind this farce. -And what's behind it?

-I don't get it. -You don't?

-And all your clippings? -What are you on about?

The stupid windmill wall covered in stickers?

It's all in here. Here, in order. Right, Antonio?

-Explain it to him. -Me?

Yes, you. Go.

-Two places, two nuclei! -Very good. The first.

The black rock marks it out.

The ritual is done there. A fucking amazing ritual.

They're going to open a hole in the sky and God will look through it.

-Is that bad? -No one survives his gaze.

Not even them. If God looks at you, He strikes you down! He crushes you!

-So why are those people there? -They're totally crazy.

Even the devil fears them!

-How can we stop them? -By destroying nucleus two.

-Okay and where is it? -It can't be far. I can see it.

-You see it? -Yes.

-What's it like? -Like a church, but full of cables.

I can't take this shit. I've been at it for months!

No, let's think about it. You forget what we've got.

No, I've scoured it up and down and it's only numbers.

-There's this guy for numbers. -Not numbers. Codes.

Let's not cut people off because they don't exactly fit the bill.

-Max, say something! -Say something.

-Come here. Max! -A bit of respect.

Max, numbers, the computer! Numbers to do!

Max! Max! Come on!

TOGETHER WITH SEGOVIA

This isn't real, is it?

I mean, naturally, I have this moment etched in my mind,

because it was precisely this day that it all came crashing down.

It's all gone to shit.

You can get it back, Paco. There's still time.

Here. Here.

How about a beer? Huh?

Nice and cold, just the way you like it.

BEER

It's cold.

You know, she still loves you.

-She's willing to forgive you. -She's crazy.

Yeah, crazy about you.

I don't know what you give her, but you're the only thing she wants.

Look, I've offered her everything.

You know, and when I say everything, I mean everything. Believe me.

You hungry?

What? What do you have?

Surprise.

-This is life. -And death.

Everything will be like it was before. You'll see.

Somewhere else, but like before.

Paco. Don't take it like that. It's not so bad.

Don't take it like this? You've got me handcuffed, bitch.

Look at me. You know I love you more than anything

and I'd never hurt you, right?

-Let me out of here, please. -No, that can't be.

When you're over that woman, I'll let you go,

but now I must protect you.

She'll end up hurting you.

I'm doing all this for you and for us.

I really love her, Merche.

How can you love her? Don't talk nonsense.

Yours is something else. You're pussy whipped,

but ours is love. True love.

-You don't love me. -What do you mean?

-You only love yourself. -Don't talk nonsense.

Yes, you love your things, your hotel,

your husband, but you don't want anything taken from you.

And is that so strange?

Yes, because I'm none of those things, Merche.

I was your husband, but I'm a person first.

Oh, please.

Where'd you get that from? She told you that, didn't she?

What a cliché.

Listen closely, you bitch.

Sooner or later, I'll get out of here. Got it?

You'll get out of here, yes, but with me.

It can't be done fast. It takes time.

-What did he say? -You suck and shut up.

You just pester people.

-What he said was shorter. -Don't argue because of me.

You're in cahoots.

Let him work in peace here, okay?

No, Max, hold on. That's no use. They're holiday photos.

No. That's him. Barbrow.

A church full of cables, please!

The voices don't lie. They never lie.

BARAJAS AIRPORT, SPAIN

Welcome to Flight 30 to Rome. The flight will take two hours.

Captain Petrucelli and the crew wish you a pleasant journey.

-Do you smell that? -What's wrong?

-What's that stench? -God! It stinks!

-What's that stink? It smells awful. -Honey, it's unbearable!

There's an awful smell. I can't stand it.

Talk to the flight attendant. See if they can change us.

Wait, maybe it'll go away by itself.

Go away? It stinks!

Go on.

Go talk to her.

My Lord!

When the resuscitated translate the black book, it'll all be clearer.

-Look out. Antonio's speaking. -They'll go to the desert

and read between the lines to find the nucleus

where the saucers are hidden.

-What? -Flying saucers.

-Hey, not this! Come on! -I need my medication.

Let's say the first thing that comes to mind

-and see what happens. -It's here! Damn it. Holy shit.

"Fail again, fail better."

-What's that? -Paolo Coelho, for sure.

-It's by Beckett. -The poetry guy?

Gustavo Adolf Beckett! Good old fucking Beckett!

-Download? -Download, guys!

I'm going to the bathroom.

Excuse me. Can you say something to that person? It stinks here.

-I can't throw anyone off. -How do you want me to take my seat?

Do you want to check for yourself?

The smell is unbearable. It's that man there.

-Shit, he opened it. -That's my Max. He's Danish.

-So smart, so good. -I've done what I can.

-Wait. Code BCN. Shit, Barcelona! -The second nucleus!

-The Sagrada Familia. -No way! It says it's here.

-Shall we go? -Of course. We take the bus,

-and find the church with cables. -Right. With this, we're not...

We're going nowhere.

All fucking day, the same thing. Shut up. Don't go along with him.

I'm going to look for my wife.

When you have something definite, we'll go wherever you like.

Sure. Don't worry. I'll sort it out for you.

Because your wife's alive, right? But Jonás is dead.

-Who's Jonás? -Her boyfriend.

-Not her boyfriend. -Partner.

I haven't done this whole thing with people I don't know to go home now.

-Me neither. -Me neither.

Or me.

Or me.

You guys have got a screw loose.

Coming!

Just a moment!

Keep quiet.

Bloody kids!

Don't worry. Nothing bad will happen.

-I've taken care of it. -Why can't I stay?

-No, you're coming. We need you. -What for?

I don't know, but we're going to need you.

ROME, ITALY

Ma'am, are you feeling bad?

Don't worry. It'll all be fine.

You know what my motto is?

"Try again, fail again, fail better."

It's by Beckett.

POLICE

Relax. Salcedo sent me. No one wants anything to happen to you.

-You'd better come with me. -Should we trust this guy?

-What do you want to do, dumbass? -That's true too.

Go on. Everyone to the cars. Inside.

-Hey. Take it easy. -I have to take my medication.

-Don't worry. It's in the cells. -Are you sure?

I'll get in myself, okay?

FIUMICINO AIRPORT, ITALY

-Hello. -Hello.

The next flight to Madrid?

Madrid...

I'm sorry. It's full until tomorrow afternoon.

No, there must be a way.

The best I can do is put you on a waiting list.

There are always last-minute cancellations.

Elena, it's me, I know it's hard to accept.

-No way. -Listen. Where are you?

At Fiumicino Airport.

Me too, listen. Meet me in five minutes at the information desk.

You can't be calling me.

- I can't explain it right now. -Manuel.

- Go ahead. -Are you a ghost?

-See you in five minutes. -Please, put the phone down.

Not bad for a dead guy.

Let's go.

-You really smell bad. -I'm dead.

That's for sure.

-I've missed you. -I've missed you too.

Forgive me for what I did. Paco had nothing to do with it.

-Don't leave me alone again. -I'll never desert you.

-I tried to warn you. -I know.

-It was you. You were with me. -Of course, it was me.

-Is that what I think is in the bag? -What's he doing here?

-Do we know each other? -You chased me in a dream.

-Everything's fine. -Is he on our side now?

No, you're on my side.

Let's say we're strange traveling companions.

I only hope this of some use.

-We need it to stop someone. -The one with the coins.

He has all of them and he's bound to be watching us now.

We don't have much time.

Lombardi told me about him. He's in Nazca, Peru.

They're already here.

They are too many of them and they're everywhere.

What do we do now?

We're surrounded.

I need a locked room with a mirror.

-I can't stop them for long. -I only need two minutes.

Come. Wait for us in five minutes with a car behind that gate.

A car? A car...

Get out. Get out!

Chapter five, God's Gaze.

Please, don't hurt me.

-You see that book? -Yes.

-Turn the pages. -What?

-Turn the pages of the book! -But why?

I said turn the pages!

-It burns! -Go on! Go! Go on!

It burns!

-It burns! -Go on! Go!

7, 5, 77, 6, 5,

4, 66, 7, 8, 6, 88,

7, 9, 5...

7, 5, 77...

Stop!

Get out! Out!

Let go of me, please.

7, 5, 77...

88, 7, 9, 5...

-Got it! -Let's go!

-The Eye of Blood. -Are you serious?

I saw it in the book.

7, 5, 77, 6, 5, 4... I'm going to record it. Give me your phone.

The Pope's staff. He cannot be separated from it.

Shut up.

7, 5, 77, 6, 5, 4...

Is it a numerical system?

It all comes down to a number system...

Shut up, for Christ's sake!

7, 5, 77, 6, 5, 4, 66, 7,

-8, 6, 88, 7, 9, 5. -Where are we going?

-Where do you think? The usual place. -Where's that?

-Sorry, I'm not used to this. -The Vatican.

Straight ahead.

BARCELONA, SPAIN

-We're here. Now what? -The church with cables.

-A church with cables, that's it! -Sure, but do we ask people, or what?

No, let's see. This is the middle.

We'll establish a perimeter and analyze our chances

of finding a church with cables.

Establish the perimeters you like, but do it on Google Maps.

I'm on Google Maps. There are over 500 churches of 15 denominations.

-What about places with cables? -Not now, Max, please. Antonio...

Do we send Antonio to go around sniffing for churches with cables?

-Is that our level of bullshit? -Antonio.

-He just left. -Because of me!

Now it's my fault! Holy shit! Listen, no, come here.

-What is it? -Where are you?

-Not now. I'll call you later. -Don't hang up!

-What's wrong? -You're crazy. That's what's wrong.

Your friends are making statements. They obviously need psychiatric help.

I'm going to need it too when I get out of here.

Put us all in the asylum, but I can't talk to you now. I'm busy.

I don't understand. Shit! Look where he is! Antonio! Quickly, Haruka!

-Why Barcelona? -Who told you?

-I'm calling the cops! You're unwell! -How do you expect me to be?

Look, I'm sick to death of people looking at life from outside,

all day criticizing the world!

-This is good. This is bad. -Perfect.

-What do you mean? -I have your location now.

You bastard!

Let's go.

Don't look at me. Pretend you're not talking to me.

Look the other way. They're filming us.

Is this okay? What's he doing here?

-It's a trap! -No, relax, he's with me.

My dear Francesco, how can you treat me like this?

Traitor.

It's fine, Francesco. We need the Holy Father. Is it possible?

-It looks like makeup. -What?

Your face, it's made up like his.

It's a long story. Will you take us to the Holy Father?

We must speak to His Holiness as soon as possible.

The Holy Father is in Rome?

The news said that he left the city.

The news also said that you were dead.

It's there! It's there!

It's there! It's there!

He's going to die because of me.

-Antonio, get down from there. -It's there! It's there!

He sure loves heights. Get down, man.

But what's he pointing at?

Get down. Get down.

Get down.

-Where is he pointing? -You scared me, buddy.

-I saw it. It's there. I saw it. -Where?

-Where? -Where it's shiny.

Wait a moment. Wait.

It's the Supercomputation Center!

-There you go! There you go! -Yes.

-Let's go. -You're right!

Holy shit.

They've built a fortress that's spell-proof.

The poor old man is terrified.

A bit of respect.

Sorry, Francesco, we speak freely because we know the Holy Father

more intimately than you. Don't get upset.

Fabio, please.

We're entering the panic room.

And here we have the Power 9 block of Mare Nostrum 4,

which started operating in May.

Capable of carrying out 11,865 operations

per watt of energy consumed,

this efficiency places it at number three

in the ranking of supercomputers, above its Chinese counterpart.

Can you confirm that you are developing a quantum systems program?

Not yet. Mare Nostrum 5 will surpass the computation number

by another 200,000 operations...

Are we talking about another computer?

Do you have a quantum computer?

I can't give you that information.

But the reports have been removed from your website.

The variables surpass the capacity of the supercomputer.

We'd need another larger supercomputer to analyze that.

Haruka, that guy, in blue. He's one of them.

Yes, he was at the conference, with Barbrow.

-Watch him. -Shit!

-Come on. Quick. -Let's go.

-Follow the guy in a suit. -Run.

Run. Come on.

Wait for us.

Your car to the airport is waiting.

No, wait. They'll see us.

ESSENTIAL CONFERENCE CHRISTIAN BARBROW IN THE VATICAN

-It's a miracle. -We've come back from the dead.

I don't mean that.

What is a miracle, then, Your Holiness?

That you're together.

A menace greater than our differences makes us join forces.

Christian Barbrow. I'm aware of it.

He's feared by the devil himself and I'm not exaggerating.

When we were alive, we fought to rule the world.

-But he does not aim to rule it... -He wishes to annihilate it.

-How did this happen? -Don't look for scapegoats.

-Let's look for solutions. -Your Holiness, we need this.

The Eye of Blood!

Spilled by Longinus and gathered up by Mary Magdalene.

The blood from Christ's side that watered Calvary!

They seek objects that hurt Christ.

The suffering of God, the most powerful of energies.

The nails of the Cross, the thorns of the crown,

-the lance of Longinus. -Of who?

Longinus, the Roman soldier who pierced Christ's side with his lance.

Only the Eye of Blood can stop God's Gaze from

-striking the face of the Earth. -Impossible.

It cannot be taken out of the Vatican.

Is it necessary for your own safety?

Are you insinuating that I care more about myself than the Church?

Basically, yes.

If I've learned anything these past years,

it's that I'm surrounded by traitors dressed as lambs

who deceive me and lie, stabbing me when my back is turned.

However, it seems that you, Father Vergara,

aware of all this, have learned nothing.

This man mocked us as if we were children.

He pretended to be my greatest ally,

when all he wanted was to supplant me.

He's a damned Cainite who twisted the course of the Church,

playing with the wills of the Cardinals,

who, still today, are seduced by his filthy words.

This man humiliated you, betrayed you.

Fabio Santoro killed you, Father Vergara.

Now, you return from hell itself with him, holding his hand!

What do you want me to do, hand you the staff just like that?

Don't you realize you're falling into his trap again?

How can you be so naive?

You know that Santoro, Satan, you and I are all the children of God

and we want to and must remain part of Creation.

Well, the only way to stop God from being what He is is to join forces,

to forget good and evil and to think only of survival.

-That's not Christian. -But it works.

Arrest them!

No! No!

He's a blowhard who knows absolutely nothing.

-He's God's representative on Earth. -No.

He's the accountant who runs the estates.

Please, Manuel, wake up!

He's the reason that your dear church is the way it is now,

lost, abandoned, in negligent hands. There was a need for an iron fist.

-Someone like you. -Of course, me.

But because of you, damn you, humanity is now in peril.

It wouldn't have happened with me.

Let go of him! Let go, or I swear I'll smash it on the floor!

Vergara, you've sold your soul!

-You're a Judas! -I hope so.

I hope to be able to save humanity, as he did.

-Did you get it? -Yes, he was very understanding.

-What now? -Now we're going to Peru.

It's over. Relax, relax.

Elena, it's over.

It's over.

We're almost there.

When all this is over, what are you going to do?

-Don't make fun of me. -I'm serious.

-Do I answer you seriously? -Of course.

-Ask Satan. -Does he rule us now?

We're his puppets. But in my case, a dead puppet.

I saw him, Elena, on his throne.

-And he's not as bad as he seems. -Neither good nor bad.

-He's the author. -So, God...

He uses a pseudonym to look better, but he's the same.

There are different ways of showing himself to the press.

When things go how he wants, he has a white beard.

When he loses control, the horns appear.

Let's try this way.

-What the hell, man? -Is there an alternative?

Come on.

-God, this is bullshit. I pass. -Got a better idea?

I don't know. With a fake card maybe.

-You're a cop. You'll know. -Lower your Voice.

Give me two days and I'll get you certification,

-but we don't have time -Don't argue.

I'm not damn well arguing, or I am, I don't know.

Never mind. What we will get here is poisoned, for sure.

Maybe we'll find a bathroom connected.

And come up through the bowl.

-We're lost. It doesn't matter. -What did he say?

Wait. Let's see.

WE'RE LOST. IT DOESN'T MATTER

Shit.

It goes the other way, not to the building.

IT GOES THE OTHER WAY, NOT TO THE BUILDING.

-What did he say? -I'd better not tell you.

What?

You're not telling us?

-Where are you going? -Straight ahead.

AREQUIPA, PERU

Now what?

Come on in.

The place we're going to is big.

If the girl say it's like that, it is like that.

-Damn it, you speak English! -Of course.

This way.

Keep moving.

We're stuck.

Three tickets.

-I don't know how to tell you this. -What?

Your ear just fell off.

Come on. Let's go.

Are you the ones from Chile?

-No, we're Spanish. -Where are you going with golf clubs?

-Do you really think you have time? -No, they're not actually golf clubs.

-They're machine guns. -Sorry? Open the bag.

Spaniards, always joking, eh?

I apologize. He doesn't know how to show respect.

-Get in. Let's go, quickly. -Thank you.

-Can I ask you something? -About what?

-What we talked about before. -Go ahead.

What's the sense in it all? If God and the devil are the same thing,

why make the effort?

If what I say is in a script and I'm just an actress...

It's best to go with it, right? But you're forgetting one thing.

-What? -Love. They can't control that.

And I'm not lying when I tell you I love you.

-I love you too. -Not how I'd like you to love me.

-And how do you want me to love you? -As if I were alive.

Too late.

All the harm I did to you, all your suffering...

-Don't apologize. -It tore me up.

But it made me understand how it works.

-What? -Life. I don't want it to be over.

I want another chance. Not everything is written.

This dialogue isn't his. What I feel is real.

It's not in the script. It's mine.

And this Barbrow?

-The man your boss is afraid of... -He's the actor who went off-script!

He says what he wants to. He doesn't wait for cues.

-You seem to admire him. -I admire his lack of scruples. Yes.

But he may finish us off, all of us.

But he also shows us the way. That's the key!

To go off the script. To get out of everything.

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