[TV static drones]
[bright tone]
- [straining softly]
[whimpers]
[eerie whispers]
- [gasps]
[children laughing faintly]
[laughter echoing]
[thunder rumbling]
[children laughing]
[cell phone ringtone playing]
[choral music playing over radio]
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[static crackles]
[music resumes]
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[static crackling, channels changing]
[pop music playing]
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[low drone]
[somber electronic music]
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[door creaking]
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[thunder rumbling]
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[woman vocalizing]
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[birds chirping]
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[exhales deeply]
[woman vocalizing]
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[faint cheering]
[cheering loudens]
[crowd roaring]
[crowd chanting "Pio"]
- Pio! Pio!
[chanting continues]
[crowd falls silent]
[crowd roaring]
[cheers and applause]
[camera shutters clicking]
- Ciao, Rome!
Ciao, world!
[crowd roars]
- Ciao!
- What have we forgotten?
[crowd falls silent]
What have we forgotten?
We have forgotten you!
[cheers and applause]
Let me be very clear.
I am here for one very simple reason:
to not forget anyone.
God does not leave anyone behind.
That is what He told me when I decided to serve Him.
And it is what I say to you now.
I serve God.
I serve you.
[crowd roaring]
We have forgotten
the women and children,
who will change this world
with their love and their kindness
and with their marvelous, divine disposition
to play.
- Whoo! [crowd cheering]
- Play is the only authentic means we have
to make us feel in harmony with life.
And to be in harmony with God,
we have to be in harmony with life.
We don't have a choice.
We must be in harmony with God.
[cheers and applause]
And what else have we forgotten?
[low drone]
We have forgotten to masturbate.
[crowd gasps]
To use contraceptives,
to get abortions,
to celebrate gay marriages,
to allow priests to love each other
and even to get married.
[bell tolling]
We have forgotten that we can decide to die
if you detest living.
We have forgotten to have sexual relations
for purposes other than procreation
without feeling guilty!
[man yelling in Italian]
- To divorce,
to let nuns say Mass,
to make babies in all the ways science has discovered
and will continue to discover.
In short, my dear, dear children,
not only have we forgotten to play.
We have forgotten to be happy.
And there is only one road
that leads to happiness.
And that road is called freedom.
Sancti Apóstoli Petrus et Paulus,
de quorum potestáte et auctoritáte confídimus--
- What are you saying, Lenny?
What's all this nonsense?
You are not the Pope, Lenny!
I am the Pope.
I'm the Pope, and you, Lenny,
are no longer a member of the Church.
You are done with God, Lenny.
[inhaler hisses]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- What you mean done?
I just barely got started with God.
- Who are you, Lenny?
- I am a contradiction.
Like God.
One in three and three in one.
Like Mary, virgin and mother.
Like man, good and evil.
[man speaking Italian over radio]
- I am the Pope.
[bells tolling]
I am the Pope.
- Not knowing your tastes, Your Holiness,
we took a liberty of preparing
a little of everything.
- Didn't anyone tell you I don't eat much?
Hardly anything, in fact.
All I have in the morning is a Cherry Coke Zero.
- We will get some right away.
- What's your name? - Domen, Your Holiness.
I am Your Holiness' majordomo.
- Do you know what "Domen" means?
- "One who belongs to God." - Precisely.
So, by transitive property,
you belong to me.
- How did you sleep, Your Holiness?
- I had an amusing dream.
Cardinal Ozolins and Cardinal Aguirre
were slapping each other,
and I said the most outrageous things
to the crowd in Saint Peter's Square.
Well, then, I'll wait here for my Cherry Coke Zero.
- In the meantime,
would Your Holiness care for a regular Diet Coke?
- Oh, let's not utter heresies, Domen.
It's death to settle for things in life.
- Holy Father, while you wait,
may I present Sister Bice, from Nepi,
in the delightful province of Lazio?
She will be your personal cook.
Sister Bice also served the three pontiffs
who came before you.
When she was young, she was a missionary in India,
and fortunately for us, she speaks a good English.
- Well, my sweet and Holy Father,
now, what is it you would like to have for your lunch?
You just tell your Bice what you want,
and I'll prepare it for you.
Matriciana, pasta e fagioli,
carbonara, lasagna...
- Am I mistaken? Did she say "my sweet"?
- Your Holiness, Sister Bice is rather...quaint.
- No, Domen, she's not quaint.
She's friendly.
Mother, let me explain something to you
that you, in your long life,
have not yet had occasion to understand.
Friendly relationships are dangerous.
They lend themselves to ambiguities,
misunderstandings, and conflicts,
and they always end badly.
Formal relationships, on the other hand,
are as clear as spring water.
Their rules are carved in stone.
There's no risk of being misunderstood,
and they last forever.
Now, you need to know:
I do not appreciate friendly relationships.
But I'm a great admirer of formal ones.
Where there are formal relationships,
there are rites, and where there are rites,
the earth order reigns.
- Your Holiness,
His Eminence the Cardinal Secretary of State
and the prefects of the various congregations
can't wait to make your acquaintance
and to welcome you.
- Well, they're gonna have to.
Because first I have to drink my Cherry Coke Zero.
[man speaking Italian]
- [speaking Italian]
[cell phone keyboard tapping]
[bright instrumental music]
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- Look, guys. The Holy Spirit is blowing away.
- Speaking of the Holy Spirit, what do you think?
Did He illumine the cardinals?
- The naiveté of you Africans is really touching.
Do you really believe that the Holy Spirit elects the Pope?
- We Africans, no.
But we Catholics, yes. That is what we believe.
Don't you, Ozolins?
- Well, the Holy Spirit is not stupid,
but he's ironic and cunning.
- I don't understand.
- What he's trying to tell you
is that here in Vatican,
the Holy Spirit is just another name for Voiello.
- Belardo is 47 years old.
That's young.
Which means we won't live to see another Pope.
How sad! - Caltanissetta.
It's already a miracle
that you have lived long enough to see this one.
[laughter] - I'm not so sure
that Voiello has shown good leadership this time.
- I have never really trusted Voiello, myself.
He's the devil incarnate.
- Spencer would have been the right choice.
- Far too independent,
and that wouldn't have been good news for us cardinals.
[inhaler hisses]
- True.
But all we have in exchange
is a telegenic puppet.
- And that means that he can be manipulated.
This is a masterpiece of Voiello's diplomatic cunning,
the way he shepherded the cardinals' votes to Belardo.
Now Belardo holds office,
but Voiello is pulling the strings.
And he'll run things the way we tell him,
because once again,
we saved his life.
- I may be African, and I may be naive,
but if you ask me, you are simplifying the future
to an unhealthy degree.
- I am in agreement with our African colleague.
- What do you mean by that?
- That you have forgotten
to ask one fundamental question.
What's Spencer going to do now
that his beloved, detested protégé
has become Pope?
[somber music]
- What I really want to know is...
do you feel that you have more freedom?
Are you treated more like a human being?
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- "My God, my God,
why have You forsaken me?"
said Jesus before He was about to die.
Which is what I say to You now, before I begin to live.
God's infinite silence...
[static crackling]
[helicopter rotors whirring]
[bells tolling]
- Your Holiness...
your sins.
- I don't have any sins to confess.
- Are you serious?
- My only sin--
and it's an enormous one--
is that my conscience does not accuse me of anything.
- Oh.
Ego te absolvo peccatis tuis
in nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.
Amen.
If I always heard confessions like yours, Your Holiness,
I'd be out of a job.
- How many confessions do you hear
in the Vatican, Don Tommaso?
- Me?
The entire Curia,
a good number of nuns and priests,
as well as several lay employees who work in Vatican City.
- How old are you?
- 61.
- How's your eyesight?
- I don't even wear glasses.
- And your hearing?
- My only problem is my hair, Your Holiness.
- You mean it's falling out?
- Not only that.
Sometimes it hurts.
- Your hair hurts?
Good, very good.
[exhales]
I'll be frank, Don Tommaso. I need you.
You must do something very important
for the eminency of your Pontiff.
- Whatever you wish, Holy Father; tell me.
- Come then, I'll tell you in the confessional.
Confessional booths are so beautiful.
They look like little mountain huts.
Do you like the mountains?
- I-I don't like the snow.
- Here's what I want you to do.
[didgeridoo droning]
[dramatic percussive music]
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[music stops]
- [laughing]
- [stifled giggle]
- [chuckles]
[indistinct chatter]
[helicopter rotors whirring]
[gentle piano music]
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- [exhales deeply]
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- Ma?
- Don't ever call me Ma.
Call me Sister Mary.
What's that?
- My father gave it to me.
- You can give it to me if you like.
I'll hold on to it for you.
- No, my father said that I should always keep it with me.
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- Lenny.
- Sister Mary.
- Here you are, my saint.
- No, I'm not a saint.
- Yes.
Do you still have it on you?
Oh. [gasps]
- Always.
- What's this?
- A replica of the grotto of Our Lady of Lourdes.
It's being restored.
From now on, you're gonna be living
at the exact center of the Church.
- Ah.
But I don't understand. What does that mean?
- That means that just now,
the center of the Church took a few steps back.
Do you like the apartment?
- I'll be just fine here.
- You're only a few feet away from me.
- On the plane, I read this amusing description of Rome:
"a suburb of Vatican City."
- Well, that's not exactly true,
but it will be.
[exhales deeply]
- What's wrong, Lenny?
- What's not wrong, Sister Mary?
North is that way.
Where Venice is.
[somber music]
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- Listen to me, Lenny.
Starting today, you have to lead the Church.
1 billion people.
1/5 of the world's population.
Do you understand what I'm saying, Lenny?
1 billion people will depend on what you say and do.
They will make important decisions--
happy or sad, of life or death--
in order to obey you in the name of God.
All of this creates a new perspective.
An immense perspective.
Now, your personal aches,
your enormous sufferings,
your terrible memories...
It's a harsh thing to say, Lenny, but I have to say it.
They must take a backseat.
They are things of this Earth.
Do you understand what I'm saying, Lenny?
I know all your sorrows.
I've lived with them together with you.
I've wept over them with you.
But now the time has come
for you to let your sorrows fade,
to become irrelevant, distant memories,
insignificant, vanquished,
destroyed, and overpowered
by the terrible responsibility that God has given you.
From now on, you are no longer Lenny Belardo,
the fatherless, motherless boy.
From now on,
you are Pope Pius XIII,
father and mother
of the entire Catholic Church.
♪ ♪
[bells tolling]
- Allow me to say, Your Holiness,
what joy, what joy.
The Holy Spirit could not have illumined us in a better manner.
In the name of the entire Church, welcome.
May your pontificate be long, radiant, and fruitful.
- Let's settle for long.
- [chuckles]
What a telling joke.
- Jokes are never telling.
They're jokes.
- Well, Holy Father, first of all,
a small piece of information
of a practical and picturesque nature.
Under your desk, on the right, you will find a button.
If you feel that an encounter is becoming disagreeable
or a waste of time,
all you have to do is to press it discreetly,
and an assistant will swiftly appear with some excuse,
liberating you from your engagement.
- He'll lie, in other words.
- Yes, but he'll have plenty
of time and opportunity to repent.
[light laughter]
Well, Holy Father, if you agree,
I would like to start with our top priorities.
The most urgent of them all
is your first homily in Saint Peter's Square.
There is a great deal of agitation about it,
something which I, in my long career,
have never quite seen before.
The entire office of the Secretary of State
is working on it.
[echoing] I myself worked
all night long on a rough draft,
which I would like to submit you.
The press and the faithful who are coming here
from every corner of the globe were all convinced
that you were going to deliver your homily today.
[echoing stops] We did an excellent job
at calming their spirits,
but at the same time, Your Holiness,
I am sorry to say that we can only delay for so long.
Tomorrow would be ideal.
There, this is the most pressing issue.
- The most pressing issue is my need
for a cup of American coffee.
Would you make me one, Your Eminence?
- Certainly.
Amatucci.
- I didn't ask him.
I asked you.
- It will be a pleasure and an honor
for me to bring you coffee, Your Holiness.
- Thank you, Your Eminence.
- It's my duty, Blessed Father.
[xylophone tinkling]
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[smooth rock music]
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Holy Father, now, about your homily,
how would we like to proceed, then?
- Later.
- And has the Holy Father
already thought of some candidates
for the delicate role of a special assistant?
- I have an idea. - I do too.
Monsignor Gemelli comes to mind.
- My idea is Sister Mary.
[music stops]
- An admirable idea,
Your Holiness,
and completely understandable.
Allow me to add, however, that unfortunately,
the Curia has complex mechanisms
which might seem like astrophysics.
Therefore, the Holy Father's inevitable lack of experience,
together with Sister Mary's inevitable lack of experience,
would lead me to suggest an internal contribution.
Of course, I realize how central Sister Mary seems to you.
We could invent a sort of ad hoc role for her.
We don't lack for imagination around here.
- Yeah.
You're exactly right, Voiello.
She's central.
Sister Mary took me in at her orphanage
when I was seven years old.
She raised me and she loved me. She made me a good Christian.
- A great Christian!
Monsignor Gemelli is experienced.
I would rely on him.
- Perhaps you didn't hear me correctly.
- Perhaps, Holy Father.
My English does have its limits.
- You'd better improve it, then.
Sister Mary will be my special assistant.
- As you wish, Holy Father.
Then, of course, there is the matter
of drafting and delivering your address
to the College of Cardinals.
They are all still here.
They will not leave the Vatican until you address them.
- Later.
- In the office of the Secretary,
we have been wondering if the Holy Father would care
to provide us with some indications
regarding the draft of an encyclical.
- Later.
- The prefects of the various congregations
are, of course, eager to see you with their own eyes.
But I imagine that you would like
to deal with this matter... later.
- No, now.
First off, I want to meet the Prefect
for the Congregation of the Clergy.
- At any rate, Holy Father,
I understand your reluctance about the encyclical.
Your predecessor always made me laugh
when he said that an encyclical is like
Proust's "In Search of Lost Time."
Everyone quotes it, but no one reads it.
[chuckles]
Are you sleeping, Holy Father?
- No, Your Eminence, I'm praying.
For you.
[beeping]
Stop looking at the "Venus of Willendorf"
in that way.
- [clears throat]
Holy Father, Holy Father!
Smoking is not allowed in the papal palace.
- Is that so?
Who decided that?
- John Paul II.
- The Pope? - Yes, the Pope.
- There's a new Pope now.
- True.
- Your Eminence... - Yes, Holy Father?
- You're too tied to the past.
- They say the same thing about you, Your Holiness.
- The past is an enormous place,
with all sorts of things inside.
Not so with the present.
The present is merely a narrow opening,
with room for only one pair of eyes.
Mine.
[buzzer sounding faintly]
Your Eminence.
- Yes?
- Our top priorities.
- Here I am. As I was saying---
- You will be in charge of politics, finance,
theology, appointments, and promotions.
I will take care of worldly matters, travel,
adulation of the masses, celebrations.
- A most effective division of roles, Holy Father.
- Your Eminence?
- Yes, Blessed Father?
- I was just kidding.
[chuckles] That wasn't obvious?
- Hardly.
- So, as I was saying,
our top priorities are...
one: the Radio Vatican signal needs boosting.
It's unacceptable the reception is so poor.
Two: the Pope wants to see all the gifts the Pope receives.
Have a storage facility fitted out
for storing all the gifts I receive.
Three: the Vatican must immediately buy back
the papal tiara from the basilica in Washington, D.C.,
which my predecessors, who favored sobriety
over tradition, imprudently let go.
And four:
Sister Mary will also look after you.
She will oversee all your activities
and report directly back to me.
She'll be your guardian angel.
- I am 60 years old, Holy Father.
I don't need a guardian angel.
- Oh, we all need a guardian angel, Voiello.
Especially unscrupulous, ambiguous men.
- Then please allow me to choose mine myself.
- In another life.
In this life, the Pope chooses your guardian angel for you.
- And he is the Pope.
- Did you call for me, Holy Father?
- [speaks Italian]
- It all comes back to this in the end, doesn't it?
To the mother.
- Mm.
- What was your mother like, Monsignor Gutierrez?
- She was a woman who did not scorn wickedness.
- It had the effect of creating a son full of goodness.
I inquired about you.
Everyone tells me you are a shining example of goodness.
- I thank you for believing them, Holy Father.
- It is I who should thank you
for allowing me to be here without hordes of tourists.
- It's my duty, Holy Father.
- Was it hard, close off the Basilica to tourists?
- No, no, all we had to do was hang up a sign
saying "Closed."
[clears throat]
- I will never shed my aversion to tourists.
- Why is that, Holy Father?
- Because they are just passing through.
I was late because I couldn't find your office.
- I know.
You opened the wrong door
and found yourself face-to-face
with some visitors to our museum.
- So you've been inquiring about me too.
- It's very difficult to keep anything secret
here in the Vatican.
Rumors fly so quickly that sometimes they arrive
even before the event has taken place.
- That's quite a useful piece of information for my future.
- Which is exactly what it was intended to be, Holy Father.
- Ah, what is one to do, Monsignor?
It's the times.
In America, we call it gossip.
- Here in the Vatican, we call it calumny.
This way.
- How many years have you been at the Vatican?
- So many that I've stopped counting.
- Do you like it here?
- Yes, I feel safe here.
It's as if time were dead.
- Speaking of that time, the other day,
during the conclave, I read an Italian newspaper.
It was an article about this politician.
He had hidden some compromising files
in the gaps between the walls of his house.
- Yes, I read about that as well.
- I thought... - Hmm?
- I wouldn't need to hide anything
in the gaps in my house.
Because my mind is a gap.
And everything that is hidden from me
sooner or later
is revealed.
[dramatic percussive tones]
As if it were being entrusted to me.
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- A precious skill for leading the Church.
♪ ♪
- It's not a skill, Gutierrez.
It's my destiny.
♪ ♪
[crickets chirping]
[doorbell rings]
- [clears throat]
[sighs]
- See how beautiful it is?
- Fabulous.
Go on, Tommaso. Don't be afraid.
- But...violating the secret of the confessional--
- No, no, it's not,
not if the information is intended for me,
the Pontiff, and is for the survival of our Church.
Don't disappoint me, Tommaso.
- Your Holiness, I'm just a poor, simple priest,
and the secret of the confessional
is the only respectable thing I have.
- Today. But think of tomorrow.
Scarlet robes and the ring are in your future.
The cardinalship, my dear.
Which is much more respectable.
- What if someone hears us?
- Only He can hear us up here.
- Who knows where He is?
- There. By the Big Dipper.
That's where God's house is.
- God's house.
What's it like?
- Half of a duplex,
with a private swimming pool.
Come on, now, tell me people's sins.
- Well... have I already told you
about Voiello's impure thoughts about the "Venus of Willendorf"?
- Yes, yes, you told me already.
What else? - Yes.
[chuckles]
No, nothing.
- Hmm?
- Cardinal Aguirre did an imitation of you today,
Your Holiness.
Everyone laughed.
- Did you laugh?
- [stammering]
Yes, but to myself. So no one noticed.
- Good.
What else?
- Everybody is wondering who Sister Mary is to you,
what she's doing here.
- What else?
- Everybody is also wondering:
is the Pope thinking about his first homily?
I ask myself the same thing all the time.
- Of course I'm thinking about it.
It's all I think about.
I even dreamed about it.
I'm gonna let you in on a secret.
Ever since I was little, I've learned
to confound people's ideas of what's going on in my head.
- You're so wise, Holy Father.
- Mm.
Not only that.
I'm also intransigent,
irritable,
vindictive,
and I have a prodigious memory.
And now I want to make my confession.
- Oh, fine. Let's go back downstairs--
- No. Here.
Before the house of God.
- Oh. Okay.
In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.
- God, my conscience does not accuse me,
because You do not believe I am capable of repenting.
And therefore, I do not believe in You.
I don't believe You're capable of saving me from myself.
- Holy Father, what are you saying?
- I'm saying that I don't believe in God, Tommaso.
- What are you saying, Blessed Father?
- Tommaso, Tommaso.
I was joking.
- [relieved chuckle]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[bright tone]
LENNY BELARDO: I love myself more than my neighbor,
more than God.
I believe only in myself.
CARDINAL VOIELLO: I'm worried about the pope.
SISTER MARY: The pope is a saint.
Let him be the one to worry about you.
CARDINAL MICHAEL SPENCER: I was supposed to be pope.
The conclave is merely a place where games get played.
I'm the one who invented all the games.
Then why aren't you pope?
I shall soon find out.
BELARDO: No one loves me, which is why I'm prepared
for every kind of vileness... from everyone.
VOIELLO: He's a difficult, unpredictable man.
I'm a difficult, unpredictable woman.
SISTER MARY: I see everything.
Lobbies, internal tension, scandals...
vendettas.
And this is only the beginning.