The Young Pope (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Episode #1.7 - full transcript
In the wake of a tragedy, Dussolier experiences doubt in his abilities, while the Pope begins to question his own decisions as a fresh plot against him emerges.
Lazio is going deep once again...
Watch out for Lulic!
How could we let this happen?
How could we let this happen?
How could we let this happen?
Such a key game...
wasted like this!
What the hell?!
What kind of Naples' team is this?
How can you possibly play
such a crucial game this way?
We let them overtake us like this!
We let them overtake us like this!
For the second time!
How could we let this happen?
What a disappointment!
What a disappointment!
Lulic's 2-0...
Just as the first half
was about to end.
What a disappointment!
What a disappointment!
Leave us!
They'll destroy us.
This losing retrograde battle
against homosexuals,
especially in the glare
of that young man's suicide,
will put an end to everything.
It's possible to tolerate
a great many things
but not a threat
to one's own survival.
But you told me that you gave
those photos to Sister Mary
and that she had destroyed them.
That's true.
But first I made a copy...
just in case.
What do you have in mind?
Let's give them to the press.
In fifteen days
we'll have a new Pope.
An adult Pope.
- Who?
- Spencer.
Or else me.
No.
Me.
All right.
I'll pull strings in the Conclave
like always,
and you'll be the new Pope.
And you'll be an all-powerful
Cardinal Secretary of State again.
But none of that will happen.
We won't use those photographs.
There won't be any scandal.
- Why not?
- Because we can't show the world
the image of a Pope with his hands
on a young woman's breasts.
It would be the lowest point ever
for the Church,
that no subsequent Pope would
ever be able to recover from it.
You're forgetting something.
I speak frequently with the Pope.
What I'm about to tell you he said
to me in conversation,
not in the confessional.
Which means I'm not breaking
the seal of confession.
What are you about to tell me?
The Pope is going through
a profound crisis of faith.
What are you insinuating,
Don Tommaso?
That the Pope
doesn't believe in God.
They've manifested themselves.
Who?
My Mom and Dad.
But how?
It came in a box.
No postmark, no nothing.
Not a clue,
no way to track them down.
Why don't they wanna be
tracked down?
Because they're afraid of you,
Your Holiness.
Everyone is afraid of you.
You've gotta cut it out
with the fear, Your Holiness.
The important thing
is that they're alive.
And they haven't forgotten you.
That's the Madonna of the jungle.
I know that.
Was there something you wanted
to tell me, Sister Mary?
The Pope is upset, the Pope is
experiencing a moment of weakness.
The Pope is distracted.
If you need to have him sign a
document or something of the sort
that gets our Church
back on course,
this would be the right time
to do it.
I've done my part.
Now you need to do yours.
What exactly have you done?
You'd better be ready, Voiello.
Someone might see us.
There is a new preface by Joseph.
I'm depressed, Angelo.
I don't give a shit
that you're depressed, Michael.
At night, I take care
of a disabled boy.
Last night I was looking at him,
he was drooling and his eyes were
blank, and I thought to myself:
what is the Church
doing for this boy?
And the answer was simple:
the Church is doing nothing.
Why?
What was it doing before Pius XIII?
Are you depressed or suffering
from amnesia, Michael?
Before Pius XIII the Church
was taking care of the poor.
It was "also" taking care
of the poor.
But there's a bigger question.
What is the Church doing
on a more general basis?
It's not doing anything anymore.
It's killing time.
We have a Church
that's just killing time
and has become infinitely marginal.
That's exactly what the Pope wants:
a marginal Church.
Small and dead.
He said it and now he's done it.
He wants to take the Church
back to its beginnings?
In the beginning, all this was
nothing more than Peter's tomb.
For what purpose?
To close himself off,
to deny himself,
to make himself inaccessible
and mysterious?
Sacrifice and suffering
to get closer to God.
In his convoluted logic this
strategy is supposed to stimulate
the world's curiosity
and dedication,
so that everyone will want to come
back to discover the mystery.
Fine!
But none of this is happening.
The churches are empty.
The mass with the Tridentine rite
would discourage anyone.
It's now harder to become a priest
than it is to become an astronaut.
The Pope is refusing to refinance
the missions.
Our non-relations with other
religions are tense and dangerous.
We've become few in number, alone,
against the rest of the world.
St. Peter's Square is empty,
dreary, and abandoned.
Michael, we have the duty
to take steps.
How?
Michael, come see.
I know how to get him to resign,
Michael.
And who would this new Pope be?
Forgive me, Lord, for
I have deceived, I am deceiving,
and I will continue to deceive
the Holy Father.
Forgive me, Lord,
but I can no longer continue
to look on at the destruction
of the man I love
more than I love myself.
Forgive me, Lord,
for I cannot continue any longer
to look on at the destruction
of the institution I love
more than I love myself:
the holy Roman Church.
- Having fun, Aldo?
- Yeah, I guess...
Don't you agree it's a crime
that the cocktail culture
is in decline, Your Eminence?
Is it really such a bad thing?
I should say so.
My father taught me the art of the
cocktail when I was twenty-five.
My father was one
of the first people in Italy
to devote himself to the art
of the cocktail, you know.
I'm sorry.
Can you excuse me just a moment?
You're a murderer.
Did you come for me?
No, no, I came because
I've never felt so alone
and in despair in all my life.
Angelo Sanchez is dead.
And I wanted to die
when I first saw you.
I was dying of desire.
Ludovico, we'd like to go to bed.
Would you do us a favor?
Get his crucifix
and take him back to the Vatican.
I'll take care of it, mom.
- Who are you?
- Ludovico Meraviglia.
When will they be here?
Soon.
They're clearing immigration
and passport control.
Why don't you help the time pass
by doing a little work?
They're here.
Show them in.
- Did you send me a gift?
- Yes.
What did you send me?
The piece of the pipe
you were missing.
The piece I gave you
before I left you.
How did you know I lost it?
From time to time
I'd call the orphanage
where you were growing up.
And they told me that you always
kept a piece of the pipe with you,
but that you were missing
the other piece.
How did you find that piece?
I had already lost it after you
left me at the orphanage.
Because one day, I was
in a shop in Venice,
and I happened to find
the same pipe so I bought it.
And I sent you the piece
of it that you had lost.
All right.
Now neither of you move.
It's not them.
Valente, expel these impostors
from my home immediately.
Who are you, Lenny?
I'm an orphan.
Just like you.
When you gonna grow up?
Never.
A priest never grows up, because
he can never become a father.
He'll always be a son.
That is why we imposed
a vow of celibacy on ourselves
thirteen centuries ago,
because we must always be
the sons of God,
never dare try to take His place.
Do you know why I wanted
to meet you up here?
No, why?
Because this is where
that young Spaniard,
Angelo Sanchez, jumped from.
He wanted to be a priest
and we thwarted him.
I thwarted him.
And now he's dead.
Lucky him.
He's going to speak with God.
Unlike us, he's finally going
to find out the way things stand.
What has become of your pity?
Have you never experienced pity?
I can't take it anymore, Lenny.
I wanna go home, I wanna
go back to Honduras.
If you give up now, now that
you're faced with the burden
of responsibility and
your own guilty conscience,
when will you ever grow up?
When?
Who is betraying me?
Who is sending actors to my home,
palming them off
as my long-lost parents?
Who?
Voiello, Spencer?
Tell me, Tommaso.
No.
"No", what?
No, I won't tell you anything else.
Why not?
Because I'm stupid, it's true,
but not that stupid.
Do you resent me for not having
made you a cardinal yet?
Yes, at first I thought
that was the reason
I wouldn't confide in you again.
You'll assume the purple
at the next consistory.
It doesn't matter.
Because then I identified
another reason
I won't ever tell you
anything again.
Why?
You don't believe in God,
Holy Father.
You don't believe in God.
He pooped.
You can give him to me,
Your Holiness.
I'm happy to change him.
Peter, get some rest,
I'll take care.
Oh, a lot of poop!
Holy Father, the other day
I was reflecting on the fact
that the one thing on which
we share a single view
is the management
of the Tonino Pettola case.
You can never be too careful.
Are you afraid of being poisoned,
Your Holiness?
Among other things.
These are practices
that have fallen out of use
even in the Vatican, Your Holiness.
So...
who organized that ridiculous
masquerade with the fake parents?
Not me, Your Holiness.
I'd find it offensive if you
thought I was behind that.
My methods
are far more sophisticated.
I have to give you that.
- Who, then?
- I don't know. Believe me.
I wouldn't rule out the possibility
that they were
a couple of the kind of lunatics
who crawl out of the woodwork,
and that our screeners allowed
themselves to be taken in.
Holy Father, I swear to God there
is no conspiracy against you.
Only a great deal
of sincere concern.
What did you have me
sign the other day?
A simplified procedure
for ordaining new priests.
And why did you have me sign it
without talking to me
about it first?
I had the documents delivered
to you the night before.
- I assumed you had read them.
- No. That's not what happened.
You knew my head
would be in the clouds
and you had me hastily
sign those documents
that were completely opposed
in their intent
to the direction I' advocating..
No, that's not right.
I wanted you to sign the decree
simplifying the procedure
for ordaining new priests
because the press is attacking us.
They're calling us murderers.
That with our shortsightedness,
we killed young Angelo Sanchez.
What do you think?
Did we kill him?
Do you want the truth?
Yes, I want the truth.
No, Holy Father.
We didn't kill him.
You killed him.
I couldn't bring myself to do it,
Caltanissetta.
I couldn't have him
sign his resignation.
It's time to speak the truth:
Pius XIII is a total failure.
I'm gonna resign, Michael.
It's the only thing left to do.
He knows.
Do you know who I am?
Yes. You're Carlos Garcia.
And do you know what I do
for a living?
I've heard that you're a narco.
No, I'm not just any narco.
I'm the biggest narco around.
And do you know how I became
the biggest narco around?
By cunning?
No.
By violence.
I understand.
No, you don't understand.
Violence, per se,
ought not to exist.
It does exist
when there is a lack of respect.
But there are many different ways
to disrespect.
And not all require
the use of violence.
If you had preached in your church
against the narcos
and refused to give me communion,
I wouldn't feel disrespected,
you would simply have
been doing your job,
and I wouldn't have felt obliged
to use violence against you.
But that's not what you did.
That's what the current bishop is
doing, and he's right to do so.
In fact, no one would dream
of laying a finger on him.
You however
have chosen another path
for your protests against
drug trafficking.
You've decided to take
my wife to bed.
And that's not right.
That's not right because
now you're putting me
in the odious position
of having to decide
whether to forgive you or not.
My profound religiosity tells me
I should forgive you,
but my professional working ethics
tell me the opposite.
All right, Esteban, let's go.
Hello, Rome!
Greetings.
Thank you so much...
Thank you.
God has been evicted.
I'm going to hand
in my resignation.
My papacy is a failure.
Never say that again, Lenny.
You will be a great Pope.
The most beloved Pope of them all.
You've healed the sick.
You've made a hopelessly sterile
woman pregnant.
You are a saint.
A beautiful saint.
You are the sweet Christ
come back to earth.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Thank you for what you did for me
the other day.
- What did I do for you?
- It was wonderful!
That was the loveliest moment
of my life,
to believe for a fleeting instant
that I had found them again.
For just one moment,
I felt like I'd come home.
Watch out for Lulic!
How could we let this happen?
How could we let this happen?
How could we let this happen?
Such a key game...
wasted like this!
What the hell?!
What kind of Naples' team is this?
How can you possibly play
such a crucial game this way?
We let them overtake us like this!
We let them overtake us like this!
For the second time!
How could we let this happen?
What a disappointment!
What a disappointment!
Lulic's 2-0...
Just as the first half
was about to end.
What a disappointment!
What a disappointment!
Leave us!
They'll destroy us.
This losing retrograde battle
against homosexuals,
especially in the glare
of that young man's suicide,
will put an end to everything.
It's possible to tolerate
a great many things
but not a threat
to one's own survival.
But you told me that you gave
those photos to Sister Mary
and that she had destroyed them.
That's true.
But first I made a copy...
just in case.
What do you have in mind?
Let's give them to the press.
In fifteen days
we'll have a new Pope.
An adult Pope.
- Who?
- Spencer.
Or else me.
No.
Me.
All right.
I'll pull strings in the Conclave
like always,
and you'll be the new Pope.
And you'll be an all-powerful
Cardinal Secretary of State again.
But none of that will happen.
We won't use those photographs.
There won't be any scandal.
- Why not?
- Because we can't show the world
the image of a Pope with his hands
on a young woman's breasts.
It would be the lowest point ever
for the Church,
that no subsequent Pope would
ever be able to recover from it.
You're forgetting something.
I speak frequently with the Pope.
What I'm about to tell you he said
to me in conversation,
not in the confessional.
Which means I'm not breaking
the seal of confession.
What are you about to tell me?
The Pope is going through
a profound crisis of faith.
What are you insinuating,
Don Tommaso?
That the Pope
doesn't believe in God.
They've manifested themselves.
Who?
My Mom and Dad.
But how?
It came in a box.
No postmark, no nothing.
Not a clue,
no way to track them down.
Why don't they wanna be
tracked down?
Because they're afraid of you,
Your Holiness.
Everyone is afraid of you.
You've gotta cut it out
with the fear, Your Holiness.
The important thing
is that they're alive.
And they haven't forgotten you.
That's the Madonna of the jungle.
I know that.
Was there something you wanted
to tell me, Sister Mary?
The Pope is upset, the Pope is
experiencing a moment of weakness.
The Pope is distracted.
If you need to have him sign a
document or something of the sort
that gets our Church
back on course,
this would be the right time
to do it.
I've done my part.
Now you need to do yours.
What exactly have you done?
You'd better be ready, Voiello.
Someone might see us.
There is a new preface by Joseph.
I'm depressed, Angelo.
I don't give a shit
that you're depressed, Michael.
At night, I take care
of a disabled boy.
Last night I was looking at him,
he was drooling and his eyes were
blank, and I thought to myself:
what is the Church
doing for this boy?
And the answer was simple:
the Church is doing nothing.
Why?
What was it doing before Pius XIII?
Are you depressed or suffering
from amnesia, Michael?
Before Pius XIII the Church
was taking care of the poor.
It was "also" taking care
of the poor.
But there's a bigger question.
What is the Church doing
on a more general basis?
It's not doing anything anymore.
It's killing time.
We have a Church
that's just killing time
and has become infinitely marginal.
That's exactly what the Pope wants:
a marginal Church.
Small and dead.
He said it and now he's done it.
He wants to take the Church
back to its beginnings?
In the beginning, all this was
nothing more than Peter's tomb.
For what purpose?
To close himself off,
to deny himself,
to make himself inaccessible
and mysterious?
Sacrifice and suffering
to get closer to God.
In his convoluted logic this
strategy is supposed to stimulate
the world's curiosity
and dedication,
so that everyone will want to come
back to discover the mystery.
Fine!
But none of this is happening.
The churches are empty.
The mass with the Tridentine rite
would discourage anyone.
It's now harder to become a priest
than it is to become an astronaut.
The Pope is refusing to refinance
the missions.
Our non-relations with other
religions are tense and dangerous.
We've become few in number, alone,
against the rest of the world.
St. Peter's Square is empty,
dreary, and abandoned.
Michael, we have the duty
to take steps.
How?
Michael, come see.
I know how to get him to resign,
Michael.
And who would this new Pope be?
Forgive me, Lord, for
I have deceived, I am deceiving,
and I will continue to deceive
the Holy Father.
Forgive me, Lord,
but I can no longer continue
to look on at the destruction
of the man I love
more than I love myself.
Forgive me, Lord,
for I cannot continue any longer
to look on at the destruction
of the institution I love
more than I love myself:
the holy Roman Church.
- Having fun, Aldo?
- Yeah, I guess...
Don't you agree it's a crime
that the cocktail culture
is in decline, Your Eminence?
Is it really such a bad thing?
I should say so.
My father taught me the art of the
cocktail when I was twenty-five.
My father was one
of the first people in Italy
to devote himself to the art
of the cocktail, you know.
I'm sorry.
Can you excuse me just a moment?
You're a murderer.
Did you come for me?
No, no, I came because
I've never felt so alone
and in despair in all my life.
Angelo Sanchez is dead.
And I wanted to die
when I first saw you.
I was dying of desire.
Ludovico, we'd like to go to bed.
Would you do us a favor?
Get his crucifix
and take him back to the Vatican.
I'll take care of it, mom.
- Who are you?
- Ludovico Meraviglia.
When will they be here?
Soon.
They're clearing immigration
and passport control.
Why don't you help the time pass
by doing a little work?
They're here.
Show them in.
- Did you send me a gift?
- Yes.
What did you send me?
The piece of the pipe
you were missing.
The piece I gave you
before I left you.
How did you know I lost it?
From time to time
I'd call the orphanage
where you were growing up.
And they told me that you always
kept a piece of the pipe with you,
but that you were missing
the other piece.
How did you find that piece?
I had already lost it after you
left me at the orphanage.
Because one day, I was
in a shop in Venice,
and I happened to find
the same pipe so I bought it.
And I sent you the piece
of it that you had lost.
All right.
Now neither of you move.
It's not them.
Valente, expel these impostors
from my home immediately.
Who are you, Lenny?
I'm an orphan.
Just like you.
When you gonna grow up?
Never.
A priest never grows up, because
he can never become a father.
He'll always be a son.
That is why we imposed
a vow of celibacy on ourselves
thirteen centuries ago,
because we must always be
the sons of God,
never dare try to take His place.
Do you know why I wanted
to meet you up here?
No, why?
Because this is where
that young Spaniard,
Angelo Sanchez, jumped from.
He wanted to be a priest
and we thwarted him.
I thwarted him.
And now he's dead.
Lucky him.
He's going to speak with God.
Unlike us, he's finally going
to find out the way things stand.
What has become of your pity?
Have you never experienced pity?
I can't take it anymore, Lenny.
I wanna go home, I wanna
go back to Honduras.
If you give up now, now that
you're faced with the burden
of responsibility and
your own guilty conscience,
when will you ever grow up?
When?
Who is betraying me?
Who is sending actors to my home,
palming them off
as my long-lost parents?
Who?
Voiello, Spencer?
Tell me, Tommaso.
No.
"No", what?
No, I won't tell you anything else.
Why not?
Because I'm stupid, it's true,
but not that stupid.
Do you resent me for not having
made you a cardinal yet?
Yes, at first I thought
that was the reason
I wouldn't confide in you again.
You'll assume the purple
at the next consistory.
It doesn't matter.
Because then I identified
another reason
I won't ever tell you
anything again.
Why?
You don't believe in God,
Holy Father.
You don't believe in God.
He pooped.
You can give him to me,
Your Holiness.
I'm happy to change him.
Peter, get some rest,
I'll take care.
Oh, a lot of poop!
Holy Father, the other day
I was reflecting on the fact
that the one thing on which
we share a single view
is the management
of the Tonino Pettola case.
You can never be too careful.
Are you afraid of being poisoned,
Your Holiness?
Among other things.
These are practices
that have fallen out of use
even in the Vatican, Your Holiness.
So...
who organized that ridiculous
masquerade with the fake parents?
Not me, Your Holiness.
I'd find it offensive if you
thought I was behind that.
My methods
are far more sophisticated.
I have to give you that.
- Who, then?
- I don't know. Believe me.
I wouldn't rule out the possibility
that they were
a couple of the kind of lunatics
who crawl out of the woodwork,
and that our screeners allowed
themselves to be taken in.
Holy Father, I swear to God there
is no conspiracy against you.
Only a great deal
of sincere concern.
What did you have me
sign the other day?
A simplified procedure
for ordaining new priests.
And why did you have me sign it
without talking to me
about it first?
I had the documents delivered
to you the night before.
- I assumed you had read them.
- No. That's not what happened.
You knew my head
would be in the clouds
and you had me hastily
sign those documents
that were completely opposed
in their intent
to the direction I' advocating..
No, that's not right.
I wanted you to sign the decree
simplifying the procedure
for ordaining new priests
because the press is attacking us.
They're calling us murderers.
That with our shortsightedness,
we killed young Angelo Sanchez.
What do you think?
Did we kill him?
Do you want the truth?
Yes, I want the truth.
No, Holy Father.
We didn't kill him.
You killed him.
I couldn't bring myself to do it,
Caltanissetta.
I couldn't have him
sign his resignation.
It's time to speak the truth:
Pius XIII is a total failure.
I'm gonna resign, Michael.
It's the only thing left to do.
He knows.
Do you know who I am?
Yes. You're Carlos Garcia.
And do you know what I do
for a living?
I've heard that you're a narco.
No, I'm not just any narco.
I'm the biggest narco around.
And do you know how I became
the biggest narco around?
By cunning?
No.
By violence.
I understand.
No, you don't understand.
Violence, per se,
ought not to exist.
It does exist
when there is a lack of respect.
But there are many different ways
to disrespect.
And not all require
the use of violence.
If you had preached in your church
against the narcos
and refused to give me communion,
I wouldn't feel disrespected,
you would simply have
been doing your job,
and I wouldn't have felt obliged
to use violence against you.
But that's not what you did.
That's what the current bishop is
doing, and he's right to do so.
In fact, no one would dream
of laying a finger on him.
You however
have chosen another path
for your protests against
drug trafficking.
You've decided to take
my wife to bed.
And that's not right.
That's not right because
now you're putting me
in the odious position
of having to decide
whether to forgive you or not.
My profound religiosity tells me
I should forgive you,
but my professional working ethics
tell me the opposite.
All right, Esteban, let's go.
Hello, Rome!
Greetings.
Thank you so much...
Thank you.
God has been evicted.
I'm going to hand
in my resignation.
My papacy is a failure.
Never say that again, Lenny.
You will be a great Pope.
The most beloved Pope of them all.
You've healed the sick.
You've made a hopelessly sterile
woman pregnant.
You are a saint.
A beautiful saint.
You are the sweet Christ
come back to earth.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Thank you for what you did for me
the other day.
- What did I do for you?
- It was wonderful!
That was the loveliest moment
of my life,
to believe for a fleeting instant
that I had found them again.
For just one moment,
I felt like I'd come home.