The Young Pope (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Episode #1.4 - full transcript
As Voiello continues his secret campaign against the Pope, he manipulates another into joining his plot, while the Pope himself reveals radical new plans for the Church.
Brothers and sisters!
Here among us is Tonino Pettola,
the Great!
- The stigmata!
- The stigmata!
You... it's you...
It's really you!
You all see a sheep,
but it's not a sheep!
This is the Madonna!
I see Mary!
Wicked! Sick! Sinners! Pray!
Pray to the Virgin Mary!
Mother, Mother!
The wicked long to be freed
of their wickedness!
The sick of their sickness!
The sinners of their sinfulness!
I'm speaking to You.
I'm speaking to You, Mother.
Hear the prayers of your faithful
ones and get to work.
I'm asking You...
I, the Messiah!
The poor Tonino!
Give us strength!
Enough!
Corpus Domini nostri Jesu Christi
custodiat animam tuam
in vitam aeternam, amen.
Why were you crying?
My sister is dying.
- Where is your sister?
- At home, in Sri Lanka.
What's wrong with her?
She's dying.
- Have you gone to see her?
- I don't have the courage.
- Why did you become a nun?
- I met the Lord.
- Where?
- In a bar.
I was poor.
A drunk German came up to me
and said, "God helps the poor".
- Are you strong?
- I do my best. But I'm little.
You must be strong, for your sister.
- I shall be.
- And pray till you can't pray any more.
- I always do.
- And if your sister were to die,
would you go to Sri Lanka
for the funeral?
- No.
- Why not?
Because when I go home,
I'm overcome
with such terrible memories
that I end up
doubting whether God exists.
And I don't want
to doubt whether God exists.
You're not the only one who doubts.
- Excuse me?
- I said I understand.
All right, that's enough.
Why does sin bring more sin?
When will you halt my treacherous
and vindictive hand, Lord Jesus?
Or is it You...
who is gently moving my hand
for the sake of the church?
I beg you, don't let me
die with this anguish, Lord.
Eminence.
She's here.
Would Young Esther like an espresso?
Are you sure?
I even arranged
to buy some cane sugar.
I know that you young people
go crazy over cane sugar.
Let's come to the point, Estherina.
First of all, you should stay calm
and rest assured that we only
want what's best for you.
We are your friends.
Now, I've come upon this report,
of which only the people
in this room are aware,
I'm pleased to tell you,
that you had an extramarital
relationship with Valente,
the Pope's assistant.
You understand without being told
that this is an awkward matter.
Because of the rank
of the people involved.
Because of the fear of gossip.
Because of how badly this
might disappoint the Pope.
Because of the terrible
repercussions that might ensue
if news of this matter
were to get out.
Shouting, dramatic scenes,
transfers, firings.
And of course it's especially
embarrassing in moral terms:
Catholics united in holy matrimony
swear to be faithful
to their spouses.
You have sinned, Esther.
We know and we understand that
this was a moment of weakness.
It happens.
As a boy, whenever Napoli,
my favourite soccer team,
was in serious trouble,
don't you think I found myself
being a little sympathetic
toward Avellino?
Yes, I did.
In your sin we don't detect
the marks of unbridled lust,
but the fact remains
that the act you committed
was gravely wrong.
Very gravely wrong.
Fine. Now I'm ready to guarantee
that not a word
of that disagreeable episode
will ever leave this room.
And what do you guarantee me
in return?
Don't worry.
It's me...
Voiello.
Why does sin bring sorrow?
Why does sin bring starvation?
Why does sin bring arrogance?
Why does sin bring coercion?
You remind me of my first
and only girlfriend, Esther.
Only you're much prettier.
One should never be ashamed
nor proud of one's beauty.
Because God asks us
to rejoice in it.
Do you rejoice in your beauty?
I'll bet that you don't let
your husband do it either.
I think that's a mistake.
The punishment of God
is never over beauty. Never.
Now tell me what your problem is.
Then I'll do it for you.
Esther is a fervent
Roman Catholic woman,
who is happily married
to Peter and childless.
She enjoys spending
her mornings roller skating
with the children
of the other Swiss Guards.
But it's not roller skating
that Esther loves.
She loves what she cannot have.
You ask me what my problem is,
but you already know
because you are so profound.
I'm not profound, I'm presumptuous.
What matters is that
you talk about your problem.
Yes, Holy Father, I'm sterile.
And Peter is sterile, too.
I'd like to listen
to a child's voice.
Pray to Mary, our Mother of
miracles, who intercedes for us.
She knows what to do.
Pray to Mary,
our Mother of miracles,
who intercedes for us.
She knows what to do.
You're a phenomenal lip-reader,
Amatucci. Just phenomenal.
My sister is dead, Holy Father.
Let us pray for her.
I'd like to go to Sri Lanka
for her funeral.
Don't go chasing the dead, Suree,
or else the dead
will chase after you.
Elena.
She takes after you.
- Vis baptizare...
- Elena.
Elena, ego te baptizo
in nomine Patris,
et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.
Allegra.
She takes after you.
Ego te baptizo in nomine Patris,
et Filii,
et Spiritus Sancti.
Aida.
She takes after you.
Yes, it's perfectly clear
she is been adopted,
but this doesn't change the things.
She still takes after you.
Carolus.
Holy Father, I beg your pardon,
I really had no idea
I was in the men's bathroom.
Actually, this is neither
the men's bathroom nor the women's.
- This is the Pope's bathroom.
- I'm so sorry.
Do you mind if I finish
applying my lipstick?
Even if I did mind,
a woman like yourself would find
a way to go on applying it anyway.
So please, go right ahead.
You know women, Holy Father!
That's a reckless statement,
signora.
Come take a look.
- He's Lorenzo Insigne.
- Insigne.
Who is that man who has caught
the interest of half the Curia?
The personal assistant to
the Prime Minister of Greenland.
- Is he gay?
- Openly so.
And that woman
is the Prime Minister?
- Hamsik, with the mohawk.
- That's right.
And she has an audience with you,
Holy Father.
Doesn't that strike you as odd?
What, Your Holiness?
After all, wouldn't etiquette
require that we entertain
the Prime Minister,
not her assistant?
The Cardinal Secretary of State
is entertaining her.
What about the fact that
such a sizable group of men
have eyes only for a handsome man,
and pay no attention to such
stunning feminine beauty?
Holy Father, I know exactly
how to answer that question.
How?
With the silence.
Why?
Because you should never stick your
nose into other people's business.
Especially not in the Vatican.
The Prime Minister of Greenland
is waiting for you.
I know.
I'm incredibly handsome,
but please, let's try
to forget about that.
What have you brought for me?
The best our Country has to offer,
Holy Father.
This is the largest halibut caught
in all of Greenland last week.
This is very good poached in
a light broth, just like pezzogna.
- Pezzogna?
- Sea bass.
And this is a beautiful song
by an Italian singer
who is pretty popular
in our country.
She is called Nada and the song
is entitled "Senza un perch?".
Thank you.
This is from me, for you.
Thank you, Holy Father.
It's wonderful.
Holy Father, first of all,
I bring you the greetings
of the Catholic community of Nuuk,
in Greenland.
Yes, I know all about Nuuk.
It's a small Catholic community
that you have, in Greenland.
- Am I right?
- Yes, you are.
The predominant Faith in Greenland
is Evangelical Lutheran.
And you have a female bishop,
if I'm not wrong.
Exactly. Sofia Petersen,
an estimable woman.
All bishops are estimable.
Did you know that Pope Pasquale II
appointed the first bishop
to Greenland?
A place that, as you know very well,
is technically part
of North America,
four full centuries
before Christopher Columbus?
I do know that, Holy Father.
The Catholic Church was the first
to arrive in Greenland.
But it's not always the case that
the first to arrive remains first.
I agree, Holy Father.
In Greenland, we Catholics
are like the native Americans.
We got there first and then
we were confined to reservations.
I agree, Holy Father.
You are a woman who tends to agree.
Oh, don't worry,
Madame Prime Minister.
I'm not asking you for anything for
our small community in Greenland.
I just wanted to remind you
that we Catholics were there first.
Everyone else is a guest.
I don't want you to forget that.
- I won't, Holy Father.
- Very good!
Now, I ask you, please satisfy
my morbid curiosity:
since your country never thaws,
I have to wonder,
what's under all that ice?
The experts believe
that Greenland is not an island,
but an archipelago of islands.
But that's strictly
a matter of supposition.
As you say: the country never thaws
and no one can see
what's under there.
I think the experts are wrong.
- Really, Holy Father?
- Yes.
Under all that ice could be God.
...gratia plena, Dominus tecum,
benedicta Tu in mulieribus,
et benedictus
fructus ventris Tui, Jesus.
Sancta Maria, Mater Dei,
ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
nunc et in hora mortis nostrae.
Amen.
Ave Maria, gratia plena,
Dominus tecum,
benedicta Tu in mulieribus,
et benedictus fructus ventris Tui,
Jesus.
Sancta Maria, Mater Dei,
ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
nunc et in hora mortis nostrae.
Amen.
Holy Father...
Would you teach me to pray?
Start praying aloud.
Let me see how you do it.
Blessed Virgin Mary,
give me the grace
of becoming pregnant.
Prayer shouldn't be
a list of requests, Esther.
It should be an occasion
for understanding.
While we pray, we reflect...
in the most elevated way we can,
so that someone can whisper
thoughts into our ears.
We call that someone God.
Or, in the present case,
the Madonna of Lourdes.
All right. Then let me try again.
Blessed Virgin Mary,
God does not punish beauty,
as a person who is very dear
to You once told me.
That phrase opened my eyes.
And it made me understand
that perhaps,
by making a gift of beauty,
I might perhaps receive
some in return.
And what if making a gift
of my beauty meant
receiving the beauty
that I so desire?
The beauty of a new life,
of a little child?
Yes, now you're praying.
What if it was
an intolerable burden to me
to donate my beauty to the person
I promised to love
in sickness and in health?
What if I wanted to donate
my beauty somewhere else?
If you were to give
your beauty elsewhere,
you would not receive
the beauty of a new life,
but only sorrow...
and the unbearable burden of guilt.
You know, Esther,
Spinoza set us the most daunting
challenge of them all.
He said:
"He that loves God does not demand
that God should love us in return".
I don't understand.
I know.
But in time you will.
Holy Father,
the truth is I know to whom
I'd like to donate my beauty.
- I'd like...
- Now, Esther,
continue to pray in your head.
There are certain secrets
you must share only with God.
Stop crying, Suree!
That's enough!
Believers don't cry!
That's not right!
It's time we stop crying
at funerals.
You don't believe.
Suree, you don't believe.
Holy Father, I brought you a gift
to improve
our relationship a little.
Thanks.
These are supposed to be worse
than real cigarettes.
I was told that
they're good for you.
It doesn't matter.
It's a substitute
for the real thing.
What I want, always,
is the whole truth.
Then you've come to the wrong place.
Holy Father,
don't call me repetitive,
but when is your speech to
the cardinals going to take place?
- In due time.
- Yes, but when?
You really don't understand, do you?
What am I supposed to understand?
- That I'm creating.
- What are you creating?
Anticipation.
Holy Father, shall we look
into the Kurtwell case a little?
Your Eminence, the answer is yes.
I want to look
into the Kurtwell case,
but from a broader point of view.
The individual case is always
an indicator of a larger issue.
I agree. Let's pursue
all the cases of pedophilia
that are infesting our Church.
Let's widen the circle.
Let's prosecute all the cases
of homosexuality
that are infesting our Church.
Let's root out all the homosexuals
and expel them,
and prevent any new gay priests
from entering our Church.
Let's do it for real, without
exceptions and without hypocrisy.
Holy Father, pedophilia
and homosexuality
are two very different things.
Two very different things
that are both equally unacceptable
to the Catholic Church.
It would be a war that would leave
the ground littered with corpses.
Do you want to know how many
corpses would litter the ground?
Two thirds of the Clergy.
Then what becomes of Mother
Church's capacity for forgiveness?
Our abuse of forgiveness
we've become a laughingstock.
As unreliable as some miserable
little third-world country.
With your methods,
on the other hand,
we're likely to become
as reliable as, say, North Korea.
No.
And do you wanna know
what the difference is?
We don't imprison ours,
we set them free.
We pardon every one of them,
but one second later
we kick them out the door.
All right, Holy Father,
as you command.
I have a question for you.
Holy Father, I have a great
many shortcomings,
but there can be no doubt
about my heterosexuality.
Even if I can't bring you
any direct testimony on the matter.
- That wasn't the question.
- Oh, sorry.
What was the question?
Would you tell me
about your calling?
Holy Father,
I'll tell you the truth.
If you expect me to tell you
a tale of blinding illuminations
or dazzling conversions,
you're going to be disappointed.
Quite simply,
I had a predisposition.
A predisposition to become a priest,
the way others have one to become
a painter or a cricket player.
What about you, Your Holiness?
It's for you.
Holy Christ!
If only I were!
- How did you get in here?
- With a duplicate of your keys.
Now what do you want?
Everything you were supposed to do
but haven't done yet.
I've tried.
But it's impossible.
That gentleman is the Pope,
he's the man of the greatest virtue
and rectitude on the planet,
and I've never been much
of a seductress myself.
Neither was the Virgin Mary.
But that didn't keep her
from becoming...
the most attractive
and desired woman on earth.
But I'm just a good Catholic girl.
Good Catholic girls,
especially the married ones,
don't cheat on their husbands.
But I didn't come here
to threaten you,
nor to remind you of your sins.
You are an intelligent woman
and you should know.
What should I know?
That you're beautiful,
you're attractive,
and the Pope has
a particular interest in you.
He only cares about my sorrow.
Peter and I can't have children.
That's not the way it is.
What I'm about to tell you
is confidential, eternally so:
Esther, the Holy Father's faith
isn't as solid as we like to think.
What are you saying?
I insist. Moreover,
he's had dozens of girlfriends.
He's a loose man.
Your job is
to seduce the Holy Father.
We will take care
of everything else.
I wouldn't know how to go about it.
And I don't want
to wind up tangled...
in a public scandal
that would ruin my life.
Silly girl... There won't be
any public scandal.
All that's needed is the threat
of scandal to turn things around.
What things?
The Holy Father intends
to issue new measures
that could lead irreversibly
to the extinction of the Church.
Do you understand what significant
stakes we're talking about?
Me, you, all of us
have the sacrosanct duty
to stop him, in God's name.
But I could try to talk to him.
He respects me.
Sorry, I was about to laugh,
but I stopped myself,
because I have a certain class.
We seriously doubt that Pius XIII
even respects God.
You don't know him at all.
He's an extraordinary person.
That's why you are so seductive,
Esther.
Because you don't know a thing.
Now, go and seduce him.
I don't want to sin anymore.
If only that were possible, Esther.
If only!
Friends, good evening!
Today we are here with a very
very special guest.
Let's start from the beginning.
What's your name?
- Tonino Pettola.
- Tonino, what kind of work do you do?
I'm a shepherd. I herd sheep.
So, a flock.
You need to know that Tonino
Pettola has a flock of sheep,
and a few years ago
he started to see the Madonna.
- Right, Tonino?
- Yes.
When did you have your first vision?
The day I got... the stigmata!
The stigmata!
Unbelievable!
Tonino, show us your stigmata.
No... ok, ok, thanks!
Ladies and gentlemen,
it's incredible.
This is truly amazing!
I'm close to him, and I assure you,
these are genuine stigmata!
Tonino, please tell us
about this vision.
In the middle of my flock, a young
woman appeared, full of light.
- Yes.
- It was Mary.
It was the Madonna.
And the Madonna spoke
to you, Tonino, right?
- What did She say? Yes.
- She said: "Tonino"...
"You are a descendant of Mine
and also of Padre Pio.
You have the Light.
You have the power to see Me,
and to heal the sick.
You have..."
In any case, my friends,
let me say that...
Tonino Pettola lives
here in Montecruccoli,
and for the past two years,
since he began having visions,
thousands of faithful have come
from all over Europe, right?
Just to see him,
to meet him, to touch him,
to ask him for a miracle.
Tonino, you've already done
some healings, right?
- Yes.
- After six months the healings began.
- The Madonna...
- Yes...
listens to Tonino...
particularly in regard
to cardiovascular diseases
- and meniscus problems.
- Useful!
In fact, a lot of athletes have
come here to Montecruccoli.
- Pallotta, the soccer star...
- Yes, we say hello to him!
expected to be benched for 6 months
with torn ligaments, but
after Tonino touched him,
he recovered.
The following Sunday
he was back on the field.
He even scored a double.
With his right foot,
which is not his good one.
Incredible.
This story is incredible!
You should know that Tonino
receives only 100 people at a time.
Otherwise, he says,
the miracles won't happen.
- Isn't that right, Tonino?
- Yes, that's right.
And I'd like to say that
we don't ask for money.
- No, no, no.
- And there's nothing illegal here.
I have a gift,
and I want to put it to use
to serve the needy.
And that's really beautiful...
We know that something
is bothering you.
Tonino is heartbroken.
Tonino is heartbroken
because unfortunately the Church
refuses to recognize his abilities.
And this pains you.
But today we'd like to put
our show at your disposal,
which, as you know, is very popular,
to speak directly to the cardinals
who are listening.
And why not? Maybe even to the Pope!
Because maybe
the Pope is watching us too!
Tonino, what do you want to say
to the Pope?
- There?
- Yes there!
Holy Father...
why won't you believe me?
We sent you... all the documents,
but you returned them unopened.
I am real.
I'm not lying.
I am so devoted,
so in love with God, that
the Madonna answered my prayers.
And she appeared to me.
I don't want money.
I just want you to say
that I am one of you.
I don't want to found
a Church of my own.
But if you in Rome
continue to call me a fraud,
then I'll be forced to found
a church of my own.
They all want it... all the
faithful flocking here to see me.
What should I do, Holy Father?
Please tell me.
Please tell me.
If he perhaps wants to tell me.
Jump.
Jump.
Something odd has been happening
in the last few hours.
Let's hear it.
During confession,
for reasons that escape me,
people have suddenly started
recounting their exploits
with women,
offering up the most intimate,
embarrassing details.
Strange, isn't it?
Someone must be spreading
a rumor that the Pope
is out to punish the homosexuals.
Oh, yes, the famous calumnies
of our little State.
What if they weren't calumnies?
"I don't want to sin anymore",
Ester said through her tears.
I've heard more people say that
than anything else in my life.
And they all believe what they say.
She also believed what she said.
Poor girl.
She doesn't know that
up to the very last day
that we are able to think,
we are condemned to go on sinning.
That's why I need you, Girolamo.
You are my oasis.
You are my salvation.
You, Girolamo, are the only soul
in the world without sin.
Only you, Girolamo, can truly
touch the hem of holiness.
You, who do not know...
and will never know
what it means to live inside
a wrong life every single day.
Forgive me.
Forgive me if you can, Girolamo.
Goodnight, Don Tommaso.
Goodnight, Holy Father.
Let's go in the bedroom.
No.
Where?
Here.
All right.
Virgin Mary, Mother of God,
Peter's successor has
a specific grace to ask of You.
Now, right now, those two young
people in their home,
Peter and Esther,
have only one wish.
You must grant it to them.
You must.
You must.
You must. You must.
You must.
You must. You must!
You must.
You must, must.
You must. You must.
You must.
You must, please.
You must.
Amen.
They're taking their afternoon nap.
The fat one is snoring.
Yes, she is Mother Letizia.
She's the metronome of sleep.
I've made an important decision.
What?
You will go to New York
to investigate the Kurtwell case.
Why do you want to punish me,
Holy Father?
This is no punishment,
this is a promotion.
I trust you.
Holy Father, spare me.
I'm a modest, limited man,
believe me.
The Kurtwell case is something far
too big for me, beyond my scope.
Quit selling yourself short.
You're going to New York.
You'll investigate.
You'll gather
the necessary evidence,
and you'll put Kurtwell
into my hands.
My Papacy won't let the harm done
to even a single child
slip away into indifference.
And you will help me,
because I trust you.
Blindly!
Holy Father, I am a recluse.
I only know how to live
inside these walls.
In all these years,
I've left here only twice,
both times to go to the hospital.
I don't know
how to cross the street,
I don't know
how to get a hotel room,
I don't know how to order
a meal in a restaurant.
I'm like those canaries in cages.
If you free them, they die.
You're afraid.
I was afraid too before I accepted
my destiny as head of the Church.
How do you overcome fear?
By giving in to the complex
and unfathomable architecture
that God has designed for us.
Be calm, Bernardo. Be calm.
The boy has become a man.
But I will continue
to protect the boy.
Where do afternoons land?
Where do May afternoons land?
The boy has become a man.
I land here.
Yes. That's true.
But I will continue
to protect the boy.
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Here among us is Tonino Pettola,
the Great!
- The stigmata!
- The stigmata!
You... it's you...
It's really you!
You all see a sheep,
but it's not a sheep!
This is the Madonna!
I see Mary!
Wicked! Sick! Sinners! Pray!
Pray to the Virgin Mary!
Mother, Mother!
The wicked long to be freed
of their wickedness!
The sick of their sickness!
The sinners of their sinfulness!
I'm speaking to You.
I'm speaking to You, Mother.
Hear the prayers of your faithful
ones and get to work.
I'm asking You...
I, the Messiah!
The poor Tonino!
Give us strength!
Enough!
Corpus Domini nostri Jesu Christi
custodiat animam tuam
in vitam aeternam, amen.
Why were you crying?
My sister is dying.
- Where is your sister?
- At home, in Sri Lanka.
What's wrong with her?
She's dying.
- Have you gone to see her?
- I don't have the courage.
- Why did you become a nun?
- I met the Lord.
- Where?
- In a bar.
I was poor.
A drunk German came up to me
and said, "God helps the poor".
- Are you strong?
- I do my best. But I'm little.
You must be strong, for your sister.
- I shall be.
- And pray till you can't pray any more.
- I always do.
- And if your sister were to die,
would you go to Sri Lanka
for the funeral?
- No.
- Why not?
Because when I go home,
I'm overcome
with such terrible memories
that I end up
doubting whether God exists.
And I don't want
to doubt whether God exists.
You're not the only one who doubts.
- Excuse me?
- I said I understand.
All right, that's enough.
Why does sin bring more sin?
When will you halt my treacherous
and vindictive hand, Lord Jesus?
Or is it You...
who is gently moving my hand
for the sake of the church?
I beg you, don't let me
die with this anguish, Lord.
Eminence.
She's here.
Would Young Esther like an espresso?
Are you sure?
I even arranged
to buy some cane sugar.
I know that you young people
go crazy over cane sugar.
Let's come to the point, Estherina.
First of all, you should stay calm
and rest assured that we only
want what's best for you.
We are your friends.
Now, I've come upon this report,
of which only the people
in this room are aware,
I'm pleased to tell you,
that you had an extramarital
relationship with Valente,
the Pope's assistant.
You understand without being told
that this is an awkward matter.
Because of the rank
of the people involved.
Because of the fear of gossip.
Because of how badly this
might disappoint the Pope.
Because of the terrible
repercussions that might ensue
if news of this matter
were to get out.
Shouting, dramatic scenes,
transfers, firings.
And of course it's especially
embarrassing in moral terms:
Catholics united in holy matrimony
swear to be faithful
to their spouses.
You have sinned, Esther.
We know and we understand that
this was a moment of weakness.
It happens.
As a boy, whenever Napoli,
my favourite soccer team,
was in serious trouble,
don't you think I found myself
being a little sympathetic
toward Avellino?
Yes, I did.
In your sin we don't detect
the marks of unbridled lust,
but the fact remains
that the act you committed
was gravely wrong.
Very gravely wrong.
Fine. Now I'm ready to guarantee
that not a word
of that disagreeable episode
will ever leave this room.
And what do you guarantee me
in return?
Don't worry.
It's me...
Voiello.
Why does sin bring sorrow?
Why does sin bring starvation?
Why does sin bring arrogance?
Why does sin bring coercion?
You remind me of my first
and only girlfriend, Esther.
Only you're much prettier.
One should never be ashamed
nor proud of one's beauty.
Because God asks us
to rejoice in it.
Do you rejoice in your beauty?
I'll bet that you don't let
your husband do it either.
I think that's a mistake.
The punishment of God
is never over beauty. Never.
Now tell me what your problem is.
Then I'll do it for you.
Esther is a fervent
Roman Catholic woman,
who is happily married
to Peter and childless.
She enjoys spending
her mornings roller skating
with the children
of the other Swiss Guards.
But it's not roller skating
that Esther loves.
She loves what she cannot have.
You ask me what my problem is,
but you already know
because you are so profound.
I'm not profound, I'm presumptuous.
What matters is that
you talk about your problem.
Yes, Holy Father, I'm sterile.
And Peter is sterile, too.
I'd like to listen
to a child's voice.
Pray to Mary, our Mother of
miracles, who intercedes for us.
She knows what to do.
Pray to Mary,
our Mother of miracles,
who intercedes for us.
She knows what to do.
You're a phenomenal lip-reader,
Amatucci. Just phenomenal.
My sister is dead, Holy Father.
Let us pray for her.
I'd like to go to Sri Lanka
for her funeral.
Don't go chasing the dead, Suree,
or else the dead
will chase after you.
Elena.
She takes after you.
- Vis baptizare...
- Elena.
Elena, ego te baptizo
in nomine Patris,
et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.
Allegra.
She takes after you.
Ego te baptizo in nomine Patris,
et Filii,
et Spiritus Sancti.
Aida.
She takes after you.
Yes, it's perfectly clear
she is been adopted,
but this doesn't change the things.
She still takes after you.
Carolus.
Holy Father, I beg your pardon,
I really had no idea
I was in the men's bathroom.
Actually, this is neither
the men's bathroom nor the women's.
- This is the Pope's bathroom.
- I'm so sorry.
Do you mind if I finish
applying my lipstick?
Even if I did mind,
a woman like yourself would find
a way to go on applying it anyway.
So please, go right ahead.
You know women, Holy Father!
That's a reckless statement,
signora.
Come take a look.
- He's Lorenzo Insigne.
- Insigne.
Who is that man who has caught
the interest of half the Curia?
The personal assistant to
the Prime Minister of Greenland.
- Is he gay?
- Openly so.
And that woman
is the Prime Minister?
- Hamsik, with the mohawk.
- That's right.
And she has an audience with you,
Holy Father.
Doesn't that strike you as odd?
What, Your Holiness?
After all, wouldn't etiquette
require that we entertain
the Prime Minister,
not her assistant?
The Cardinal Secretary of State
is entertaining her.
What about the fact that
such a sizable group of men
have eyes only for a handsome man,
and pay no attention to such
stunning feminine beauty?
Holy Father, I know exactly
how to answer that question.
How?
With the silence.
Why?
Because you should never stick your
nose into other people's business.
Especially not in the Vatican.
The Prime Minister of Greenland
is waiting for you.
I know.
I'm incredibly handsome,
but please, let's try
to forget about that.
What have you brought for me?
The best our Country has to offer,
Holy Father.
This is the largest halibut caught
in all of Greenland last week.
This is very good poached in
a light broth, just like pezzogna.
- Pezzogna?
- Sea bass.
And this is a beautiful song
by an Italian singer
who is pretty popular
in our country.
She is called Nada and the song
is entitled "Senza un perch?".
Thank you.
This is from me, for you.
Thank you, Holy Father.
It's wonderful.
Holy Father, first of all,
I bring you the greetings
of the Catholic community of Nuuk,
in Greenland.
Yes, I know all about Nuuk.
It's a small Catholic community
that you have, in Greenland.
- Am I right?
- Yes, you are.
The predominant Faith in Greenland
is Evangelical Lutheran.
And you have a female bishop,
if I'm not wrong.
Exactly. Sofia Petersen,
an estimable woman.
All bishops are estimable.
Did you know that Pope Pasquale II
appointed the first bishop
to Greenland?
A place that, as you know very well,
is technically part
of North America,
four full centuries
before Christopher Columbus?
I do know that, Holy Father.
The Catholic Church was the first
to arrive in Greenland.
But it's not always the case that
the first to arrive remains first.
I agree, Holy Father.
In Greenland, we Catholics
are like the native Americans.
We got there first and then
we were confined to reservations.
I agree, Holy Father.
You are a woman who tends to agree.
Oh, don't worry,
Madame Prime Minister.
I'm not asking you for anything for
our small community in Greenland.
I just wanted to remind you
that we Catholics were there first.
Everyone else is a guest.
I don't want you to forget that.
- I won't, Holy Father.
- Very good!
Now, I ask you, please satisfy
my morbid curiosity:
since your country never thaws,
I have to wonder,
what's under all that ice?
The experts believe
that Greenland is not an island,
but an archipelago of islands.
But that's strictly
a matter of supposition.
As you say: the country never thaws
and no one can see
what's under there.
I think the experts are wrong.
- Really, Holy Father?
- Yes.
Under all that ice could be God.
...gratia plena, Dominus tecum,
benedicta Tu in mulieribus,
et benedictus
fructus ventris Tui, Jesus.
Sancta Maria, Mater Dei,
ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
nunc et in hora mortis nostrae.
Amen.
Ave Maria, gratia plena,
Dominus tecum,
benedicta Tu in mulieribus,
et benedictus fructus ventris Tui,
Jesus.
Sancta Maria, Mater Dei,
ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
nunc et in hora mortis nostrae.
Amen.
Holy Father...
Would you teach me to pray?
Start praying aloud.
Let me see how you do it.
Blessed Virgin Mary,
give me the grace
of becoming pregnant.
Prayer shouldn't be
a list of requests, Esther.
It should be an occasion
for understanding.
While we pray, we reflect...
in the most elevated way we can,
so that someone can whisper
thoughts into our ears.
We call that someone God.
Or, in the present case,
the Madonna of Lourdes.
All right. Then let me try again.
Blessed Virgin Mary,
God does not punish beauty,
as a person who is very dear
to You once told me.
That phrase opened my eyes.
And it made me understand
that perhaps,
by making a gift of beauty,
I might perhaps receive
some in return.
And what if making a gift
of my beauty meant
receiving the beauty
that I so desire?
The beauty of a new life,
of a little child?
Yes, now you're praying.
What if it was
an intolerable burden to me
to donate my beauty to the person
I promised to love
in sickness and in health?
What if I wanted to donate
my beauty somewhere else?
If you were to give
your beauty elsewhere,
you would not receive
the beauty of a new life,
but only sorrow...
and the unbearable burden of guilt.
You know, Esther,
Spinoza set us the most daunting
challenge of them all.
He said:
"He that loves God does not demand
that God should love us in return".
I don't understand.
I know.
But in time you will.
Holy Father,
the truth is I know to whom
I'd like to donate my beauty.
- I'd like...
- Now, Esther,
continue to pray in your head.
There are certain secrets
you must share only with God.
Stop crying, Suree!
That's enough!
Believers don't cry!
That's not right!
It's time we stop crying
at funerals.
You don't believe.
Suree, you don't believe.
Holy Father, I brought you a gift
to improve
our relationship a little.
Thanks.
These are supposed to be worse
than real cigarettes.
I was told that
they're good for you.
It doesn't matter.
It's a substitute
for the real thing.
What I want, always,
is the whole truth.
Then you've come to the wrong place.
Holy Father,
don't call me repetitive,
but when is your speech to
the cardinals going to take place?
- In due time.
- Yes, but when?
You really don't understand, do you?
What am I supposed to understand?
- That I'm creating.
- What are you creating?
Anticipation.
Holy Father, shall we look
into the Kurtwell case a little?
Your Eminence, the answer is yes.
I want to look
into the Kurtwell case,
but from a broader point of view.
The individual case is always
an indicator of a larger issue.
I agree. Let's pursue
all the cases of pedophilia
that are infesting our Church.
Let's widen the circle.
Let's prosecute all the cases
of homosexuality
that are infesting our Church.
Let's root out all the homosexuals
and expel them,
and prevent any new gay priests
from entering our Church.
Let's do it for real, without
exceptions and without hypocrisy.
Holy Father, pedophilia
and homosexuality
are two very different things.
Two very different things
that are both equally unacceptable
to the Catholic Church.
It would be a war that would leave
the ground littered with corpses.
Do you want to know how many
corpses would litter the ground?
Two thirds of the Clergy.
Then what becomes of Mother
Church's capacity for forgiveness?
Our abuse of forgiveness
we've become a laughingstock.
As unreliable as some miserable
little third-world country.
With your methods,
on the other hand,
we're likely to become
as reliable as, say, North Korea.
No.
And do you wanna know
what the difference is?
We don't imprison ours,
we set them free.
We pardon every one of them,
but one second later
we kick them out the door.
All right, Holy Father,
as you command.
I have a question for you.
Holy Father, I have a great
many shortcomings,
but there can be no doubt
about my heterosexuality.
Even if I can't bring you
any direct testimony on the matter.
- That wasn't the question.
- Oh, sorry.
What was the question?
Would you tell me
about your calling?
Holy Father,
I'll tell you the truth.
If you expect me to tell you
a tale of blinding illuminations
or dazzling conversions,
you're going to be disappointed.
Quite simply,
I had a predisposition.
A predisposition to become a priest,
the way others have one to become
a painter or a cricket player.
What about you, Your Holiness?
It's for you.
Holy Christ!
If only I were!
- How did you get in here?
- With a duplicate of your keys.
Now what do you want?
Everything you were supposed to do
but haven't done yet.
I've tried.
But it's impossible.
That gentleman is the Pope,
he's the man of the greatest virtue
and rectitude on the planet,
and I've never been much
of a seductress myself.
Neither was the Virgin Mary.
But that didn't keep her
from becoming...
the most attractive
and desired woman on earth.
But I'm just a good Catholic girl.
Good Catholic girls,
especially the married ones,
don't cheat on their husbands.
But I didn't come here
to threaten you,
nor to remind you of your sins.
You are an intelligent woman
and you should know.
What should I know?
That you're beautiful,
you're attractive,
and the Pope has
a particular interest in you.
He only cares about my sorrow.
Peter and I can't have children.
That's not the way it is.
What I'm about to tell you
is confidential, eternally so:
Esther, the Holy Father's faith
isn't as solid as we like to think.
What are you saying?
I insist. Moreover,
he's had dozens of girlfriends.
He's a loose man.
Your job is
to seduce the Holy Father.
We will take care
of everything else.
I wouldn't know how to go about it.
And I don't want
to wind up tangled...
in a public scandal
that would ruin my life.
Silly girl... There won't be
any public scandal.
All that's needed is the threat
of scandal to turn things around.
What things?
The Holy Father intends
to issue new measures
that could lead irreversibly
to the extinction of the Church.
Do you understand what significant
stakes we're talking about?
Me, you, all of us
have the sacrosanct duty
to stop him, in God's name.
But I could try to talk to him.
He respects me.
Sorry, I was about to laugh,
but I stopped myself,
because I have a certain class.
We seriously doubt that Pius XIII
even respects God.
You don't know him at all.
He's an extraordinary person.
That's why you are so seductive,
Esther.
Because you don't know a thing.
Now, go and seduce him.
I don't want to sin anymore.
If only that were possible, Esther.
If only!
Friends, good evening!
Today we are here with a very
very special guest.
Let's start from the beginning.
What's your name?
- Tonino Pettola.
- Tonino, what kind of work do you do?
I'm a shepherd. I herd sheep.
So, a flock.
You need to know that Tonino
Pettola has a flock of sheep,
and a few years ago
he started to see the Madonna.
- Right, Tonino?
- Yes.
When did you have your first vision?
The day I got... the stigmata!
The stigmata!
Unbelievable!
Tonino, show us your stigmata.
No... ok, ok, thanks!
Ladies and gentlemen,
it's incredible.
This is truly amazing!
I'm close to him, and I assure you,
these are genuine stigmata!
Tonino, please tell us
about this vision.
In the middle of my flock, a young
woman appeared, full of light.
- Yes.
- It was Mary.
It was the Madonna.
And the Madonna spoke
to you, Tonino, right?
- What did She say? Yes.
- She said: "Tonino"...
"You are a descendant of Mine
and also of Padre Pio.
You have the Light.
You have the power to see Me,
and to heal the sick.
You have..."
In any case, my friends,
let me say that...
Tonino Pettola lives
here in Montecruccoli,
and for the past two years,
since he began having visions,
thousands of faithful have come
from all over Europe, right?
Just to see him,
to meet him, to touch him,
to ask him for a miracle.
Tonino, you've already done
some healings, right?
- Yes.
- After six months the healings began.
- The Madonna...
- Yes...
listens to Tonino...
particularly in regard
to cardiovascular diseases
- and meniscus problems.
- Useful!
In fact, a lot of athletes have
come here to Montecruccoli.
- Pallotta, the soccer star...
- Yes, we say hello to him!
expected to be benched for 6 months
with torn ligaments, but
after Tonino touched him,
he recovered.
The following Sunday
he was back on the field.
He even scored a double.
With his right foot,
which is not his good one.
Incredible.
This story is incredible!
You should know that Tonino
receives only 100 people at a time.
Otherwise, he says,
the miracles won't happen.
- Isn't that right, Tonino?
- Yes, that's right.
And I'd like to say that
we don't ask for money.
- No, no, no.
- And there's nothing illegal here.
I have a gift,
and I want to put it to use
to serve the needy.
And that's really beautiful...
We know that something
is bothering you.
Tonino is heartbroken.
Tonino is heartbroken
because unfortunately the Church
refuses to recognize his abilities.
And this pains you.
But today we'd like to put
our show at your disposal,
which, as you know, is very popular,
to speak directly to the cardinals
who are listening.
And why not? Maybe even to the Pope!
Because maybe
the Pope is watching us too!
Tonino, what do you want to say
to the Pope?
- There?
- Yes there!
Holy Father...
why won't you believe me?
We sent you... all the documents,
but you returned them unopened.
I am real.
I'm not lying.
I am so devoted,
so in love with God, that
the Madonna answered my prayers.
And she appeared to me.
I don't want money.
I just want you to say
that I am one of you.
I don't want to found
a Church of my own.
But if you in Rome
continue to call me a fraud,
then I'll be forced to found
a church of my own.
They all want it... all the
faithful flocking here to see me.
What should I do, Holy Father?
Please tell me.
Please tell me.
If he perhaps wants to tell me.
Jump.
Jump.
Something odd has been happening
in the last few hours.
Let's hear it.
During confession,
for reasons that escape me,
people have suddenly started
recounting their exploits
with women,
offering up the most intimate,
embarrassing details.
Strange, isn't it?
Someone must be spreading
a rumor that the Pope
is out to punish the homosexuals.
Oh, yes, the famous calumnies
of our little State.
What if they weren't calumnies?
"I don't want to sin anymore",
Ester said through her tears.
I've heard more people say that
than anything else in my life.
And they all believe what they say.
She also believed what she said.
Poor girl.
She doesn't know that
up to the very last day
that we are able to think,
we are condemned to go on sinning.
That's why I need you, Girolamo.
You are my oasis.
You are my salvation.
You, Girolamo, are the only soul
in the world without sin.
Only you, Girolamo, can truly
touch the hem of holiness.
You, who do not know...
and will never know
what it means to live inside
a wrong life every single day.
Forgive me.
Forgive me if you can, Girolamo.
Goodnight, Don Tommaso.
Goodnight, Holy Father.
Let's go in the bedroom.
No.
Where?
Here.
All right.
Virgin Mary, Mother of God,
Peter's successor has
a specific grace to ask of You.
Now, right now, those two young
people in their home,
Peter and Esther,
have only one wish.
You must grant it to them.
You must.
You must.
You must. You must.
You must.
You must. You must!
You must.
You must, must.
You must. You must.
You must.
You must, please.
You must.
Amen.
They're taking their afternoon nap.
The fat one is snoring.
Yes, she is Mother Letizia.
She's the metronome of sleep.
I've made an important decision.
What?
You will go to New York
to investigate the Kurtwell case.
Why do you want to punish me,
Holy Father?
This is no punishment,
this is a promotion.
I trust you.
Holy Father, spare me.
I'm a modest, limited man,
believe me.
The Kurtwell case is something far
too big for me, beyond my scope.
Quit selling yourself short.
You're going to New York.
You'll investigate.
You'll gather
the necessary evidence,
and you'll put Kurtwell
into my hands.
My Papacy won't let the harm done
to even a single child
slip away into indifference.
And you will help me,
because I trust you.
Blindly!
Holy Father, I am a recluse.
I only know how to live
inside these walls.
In all these years,
I've left here only twice,
both times to go to the hospital.
I don't know
how to cross the street,
I don't know
how to get a hotel room,
I don't know how to order
a meal in a restaurant.
I'm like those canaries in cages.
If you free them, they die.
You're afraid.
I was afraid too before I accepted
my destiny as head of the Church.
How do you overcome fear?
By giving in to the complex
and unfathomable architecture
that God has designed for us.
Be calm, Bernardo. Be calm.
The boy has become a man.
But I will continue
to protect the boy.
Where do afternoons land?
Where do May afternoons land?
The boy has become a man.
I land here.
Yes. That's true.
But I will continue
to protect the boy.
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subtitles by sookie
sync and corrections by othelo