ALEX: Every life is a riddle.
The answer to mine is a knowledge born of darkness.
It wasn't always so.
In the beginning, I still had questions.
In the beginning, my mystery still remained.
(VOICES CHATTERING)
Brother Dominic, scholar of the Catholic arcane,
believer in the unsanitized Church,
a Church that no longer believes in itself,
the Church of stigmata and exorcism,
saints and demons and me.
I believe in many things.
So do |I.
And right now, I believe it's time.
Are you ready to make your confession?
Forgive me, Alex.
I have sinned against you.
(SCREAMING)
MAN: There he is. That's Alex.
He's young.
But an old soul, Clive.
He's an old soul.
(CHOIR HARMONIZING)
(SPEAKING LATIN)
Corpus Christi? Amen.
I need to speak with you.
Do you always say the mass in Latin?
It's how I was taught.
It belies your age.
And with your back to your audience, no less.
(DRISCOLL CHUCKLES)
You know, six or 700 years ago, they wouldn't have seen you at all.
You'd have sung the mass in Latin behind a huge choir screen
out of the sight of a congregation who was only allowed to listen.
I think you would have liked the choir screen, Alex.
You're a contradiction.
What I am is stuck here
because the Church doesn't know what to do with me, that's what I am.
Well, the Church doesn't know what the hell to do with itself.
Look, I won't pretend I don't know you have certain qualifications,
certain skills that set you apart from other priests.
However, the diocese has certain questions about your faith, Alex.
So, what do you want from me?
Well, I have sad news for you.
Dominic, the head of your order...
I know who he is.
He's dead. Today. In Rome.
MAN: Is this your mother?
Say goodbye, Alex.
It's time to say goodbye.
Goodbye.
Leave your tears here and then forget them.
DRISCOLL: Alex?
Alex? Alex?
How is it that a cardinal has enough time to come and tell me this?
Because I loved him.
Because he was my mentor.
Because the circumstances of his death are curious.
I need to go to Rome.
The diocese will arrange a flight.
(VOICES CHATTERING)
In the name of God, in the name of Jesus Christ,
I order you back to hell.
In the name of God, in the name of Jesus Christ,
I order you back to hell.
(MAN LAUGHING)
In the name of God, in the name of Jesus Christ,
I order you back to hell.
Fuck your God!
All mouth, no trousers.
(HORN HONKING)
Your Church will be lost, priest.
The dark pope rises.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hello?
ALEX: Ah, Thomas.
I've been trying to reach you, mate. Alex.
(ALEX SIGHING)
How are you, Spaghetti-O?
Yeah, listen to me. Dominic died.
Dominic? Yeah.
Oh, no.
When did it happen?
Last night.
Where are you? In New York? At St. Anthony's?
Yeah. Listen, I'm going to Rome, Thomas.
When? Tomorrow.
And guess what? So are you.
I'll try.
(DIAL TONE BEEPING)
Just be there.
Hi.
When did they release you?
I was released today.
Years ago, it was a dorm for the priests.
Now it's empty.
You're here. True.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Oh, I'll wait.
We're looking for Alex Bernier.
That's me. Is there something wrong?
Just a heads-up, Father. You know a Mara Williams?
Yes.
Well, she escaped today from the mental health facility
where she was remanded by the court.
Remanded, huh? And what does this have to do with me?
Well, she was locked up for trying to kill you, wasn't she?
That was the main reason, yes.
I just thought you'd like to know she's unaccounted for.
Look, I could have a car drive by here once in a while.
No, I'm fine. Thank you.
Well, like I said, heads-up.
You know, it says here, I couldn't make it out in this copy,
that she shot you at an exercise class?
No, at an exorcism.
Oh.
Have a good night.
You, too, Father.
You lied. You said they released you.
No, I didn't. I didn't lie.
I said I was released. I didn't say who did it.
Mara?
Alex...
You didn't say goodbye.
Well, they said it would be better that I didn't see you for a while, so...
For a year?
I don't know.
I started painting again.
Did you?
Yeah. Flowers mostly.
I wanna paint sunflowers, but I don't have the guts.
Do you think I'm crazy?
I know you're not.
Why'd you come here?
I heard you call me.
Mara, don't say that.
Okay, I got a feeling that I should be with you
in case one of us has to say goodbye.
I've never been to Rome before.
Is it amazing? I bet it is.
It scares me
ever since I was a boy.
And you're staying here.
No, I'm not staying here. I can't stay here.
And you need me whether you know it or not.
And... The nightingales are gone.
Are they? Yeah.
They've been gone for about a year. Same as you.
Alex, look at me.
It's you and me.
You and me till the wheels fall off.
Promise you won't try to kill me.
(SIGHS)
Cross my heart, hope to die.
It's over here.
(VOICES CHATTERING)
Hey.
(VOICES STOP)
Mara?
What are they?
Orphans.
But of what I have no idea.
(VOICES CONTINUE CHATTERING)
(DOOR CLOSES)
I've been in worse places.
It just needs light, that's all.
What are those?
Aramaic. It's the language of Christ.
What does it say?
Barath-mae. "Blood in."
Down there, barath-sec. "Blood out."
This must have been where they found Dominic's body.
Alex, what are you thinking?
It was a ceremony.
ALEX: The message I got said suicide.
MAN: Sleeping pills, signore.
Is that him?
Yes, it's him.
(SNIFFS)
(EXHALES)
Thank you.
No, no. I didn't pay to look at his face.
If you don't mind.
(MUTTERING)
What are these? Okay, let's go, please. Hurry up.
No, no, no. What are these? Do you know what these are?
Maybe a birthmark. I don't know. I'm not a doctor.
That's not a birthmark.
When's the body due to be released to the Church?
It isn't.
When we are done with it, it goes to the state
for burial in the state cemetery.
Okay. Please, let's go.
Please. Come with me.
It's always nice to see a priest.
And a Carolingian, no less.
You've seen others?
A Dominic Sousa, perhaps?
Carolingians, you surpass even the Jesuits in your heretical search for knowledge.
It's important to stay inside the lines.
What lines?
(BARKING)
This way.
Those were the marks.
Dominic, what were you doing?
"Bread and salt eaten off the body,"
"the sins of one man consumed by the other,"
"the sin eater."
If Hitler had had one in the bunker, he'd be sitting on a cloud right now.
(SCOFFS)
Of course, sin eaters haven't existed for two centuries, have they?
What did Dominic buy from you?
Many things over the years.
Last time, a vellum parchment written in Aramaic.
What did it say?
I'm not as clever as Dominic, scholar of mysteries.
He delved deep and dark.
Always after knowledge.
I think he'd have sold his soul for knowledge.
Do you?
His heretic soul or something precious to him.
Is there a price tag on your head?
What's that supposed to mean?
Sometimes it's better for a priest not to know.
Knowledge is the enemy of faith.
And sometimes when you look into the abyss,
the abyss looks back into you.
Look, his order meant everything to him.
Now, Dominic should be buried with his order
in the Concezione Cemetery.
Your order. His former order.
The Carolingians, not many of you left in the world.
Yeah, a dying breed.
Look, and when they die, it's the Concezione Cemetery.
Suicide is a cardinal sin.
Dominic didn't commit suicide.
It makes no difference.
He had been excommunicated, excluded from our society and sacraments.
(SPEAKING LATIN)
There is no salvation... No salvation outside the Church.
Yes, I know my Latin.
Unlike your manners. Respect what you are.
Well, what I am is my concern. Thank you.
Listen, I'm sorry. am. I...
(EXHALES)
I need the theosophic council to convene as soon as possible.
The council? It hasn't convened in years.
For what purpose?
Tell them I found a sin eater.
A sin eater? Here?
At the start of the new millennium?
How many other impossible things do you believe in?
It's not impossible. I've seen the marks on Dominic's body myself.
Your mentor was excommunicated for rejection of articles of faith.
Heresy. Accept it.
He took his own life because he couldn't bear that.
(HUFFS)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(GRUNTING)
Grazie, Franca.
Father Alex.
Ciao, Marie. Ciao.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(SPEAKING LATIN)
Amen.
(VOICES CHATTERING)
In the name of God,
I command you to return from whence you came.
(GRUNTING)
In the name of God...
In the name of Jesus, God and the Holy Virgin,
I order you back to hell!
(DEMONIC ROARING)
Well, off to hell yourself. What kind of a greeting's that?
You're late. It's never too late, Alex.
Witness the repentant thief crucified alongside our Lord Savior.
Quick thinker, eh?
How you doing?
Ah, I'm grand.
So, did you bury him?
Yeah.
Rogue priest reading rites over an excommunicado.
Damn dirty job, but someone's gotta do it.
Well, cheers.
To the last of the Carolingians.
You and me.
Cheers.
What just passed through here, Alex?
Demon spawn in the guise of children.
Nothing I couldn't handle.
Who summoned those nasties up?
Dominic, I think.
They were camped outside his apartment.
Oh, speaking of the apartment, I met your girlfriend.
She's not my girlfriend.
Well, she should be.
She said you'd be at the Concezione. You told her it was a restaurant?
Well, she would have come with me otherwise.
Oh, women.
(EXHALES)
Can't live with them.
Come on.
Sin eater.
"In absolution, the burden of guilt would be transmuted to the sin eater"
"as would the knowledge of the transgressions."
Wait. You mean he'd know what your sins were? Even the details?
He'd know them and feel the burden of them.
He'd spend sleepless nights over things others had done.
He'd have the ascendancy to free a man's soul.
And damn his own.
We're Carolingians, Alex and |I.
Now, in a way, that makes us responsible.
They say the practice of sin eating began with banished members of our order.
Oh, come on. That's like saying that sheep are responsible
for the sweaters that get made from their wool.
(CHUCKLES) Maybe they are, Mara, girl.
I found the vellum Dominic bought. I'll translate it for you.
Okay...
"Place the instrument of delivery over the heart."
It must be some kind of weapon. And then look.
"“Barath-mae, barath-sec.” "Barath-sec.”
Blood in, blood out.
"And drive into the heart." Now, the rest is missing.
Still, you get the idea.
I'm not sure I do.
Well, they're instructions on how to kill a sin eater.
Dominic trained us to deal with ghosts and demons and all manner of undead,
but this sin eater, he's a living man.
Whatever he is, he killed Dominic.
Maybe, maybe not.
I've seen another copy of this somewhere.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
So, we meet again.
Jesu, the fucking cavalry.
So, how are you finding our city of emperors, our city of martyrs?
Would you care for a beer, Your Eminence? Or something a little stronger?
And you are?
He's Thomas.
She's Mara.
We're the Catholic Pete, Linc and Julie.
(CHUCKLES)
Well, I am Michael Cardinal Driscoll,
and among other things, I'm head of the theosophic council.
A bit like the dead letter department of the post office, I'm afraid.
I believe Michelangelo went blind from candlelight.
Dominic didn't believe in electricity.
Yes, but a sin eater?
You couldn't have shocked the bishop more if you'd said
you'd been possessed by some Phoenician demon
and then demanded an exorcism.
The exorcism was on Friday.
DRISCOLL: Well, today is Monday.
And yet, I think there may be credence to what you say.
Matter of fact, I know there is.
A sin eater, a renegade who provides a path to heaven
outside of the Church, outside of our savior.
If you believe such things, he has the power
to grant redemption to the unrepentant.
Sort of a heretical wrench in the cogs of our Catholic machinery.
Now, you two were Dominic's chosen.
What do you know about his excommunication?
Nothing. He wouldn't speak of it.
Well, Dominic believed this other, this man was based right here in Rome.
Now, that's all I know because that's all he told me,
and I assume that the two of you plan to seek him out.
Otherwise, I am just spinning my wheels here.
Sadly, the Church no longer has the will to dispatch.
Thank God, we still have the tools.
The instrument of delivery, if you will.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
there are even more pressing matters weighing on the Vatican tonight.
(DRISCOLL SPEAKING ITALIAN)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
What could be more important than this?
They say the Pope is ill. In fact, they say that he's dying.
And that man, Mara, girl, that American is front-runner for the job.
That man that just asked you to kill somebody?
Left it to our discretion, I'd say.
ALEX: Where'd you get that?
Last year. Got drunk, woke up with it.
That's very strange.
Sailors get anchors, so I'm a priest.
It's still strange, Tommy.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
I'm glad Dominic believed in bathrooms.
I usually just open the window and lean out.
(CHUCKLES)
What's strange is that you're a priest sleeping on the couch
instead of a man sleeping in bed with her.
Thomas, two days ago, she was in a mental institution.
So, she's crazy about you.
Can you look me in the eye and tell me you still wanna be a priest?
Can you?
There are other ways to serve.
To serve.
It's knowledge I'm after.
Knowledge.
When I look under a rock, my gut reacts to what I see.
I don't wonder how it got under the rock to begin with.
You guys tired? ALEX: Mmm.
Go upstairs and get some sleep.
Night. Night.
Sweet dreams, yeah? You, too.
I know who she is, but who is she? Tell me something about her.
Hmm...
(DOOR CLOSES)
She's a painter.
Really good, too.
I don't know, there's something about her that...
She sees things differently.
She feels things differently.
I wish I never saw her face.
Alex, you're a fool.
Same as you were once.
Alex, your head rules your heart.
Oh, and what rules yours?
Laughter, of course.
Hey, hey, you laugh to keep from going mad.
You laugh to keep the wolves at bay.
It's still laughter.
As for you, Spaghetti-O, choose life.
Right.
Let your heart wear the crown, not your head.
Here we are.
It's time to see Chirac.
Who is he anyways?
A rising darkness.
A rising darkness?
(TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
We're looking for Rosalinda.
Sure. She's over there.
(MAN ON MICROPHONE SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
THOMAS: Girl with the faraway eyes.
We need you to take us to Chirac.
(VOICES WHISPERING)
(CHIRAC SPEAKING ITALIAN)
Don't start your posturing, you pagan-worshipping pig.
You owe me a debt.
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
My friend and I are looking for the other.
Just what does he mean by "the dying"?
(CHIRAC CHANTING IN ITALIAN)
(CHOKING)
(ALEX GROANS)
Ask him.
Oh, shit.
(EXHALES)
Where can I find the sin eater?
The other will find you.
Upon the stone where all is built,
(MAN GASPING)
He brings you claves regni caelorum.
(EXHALES)
Claves regni caelorum? The keys to the kingdom of heaven.
(COUGHS)
Upon the stone where all is built.
Ah, I hate riddles.
Petrus. Stone. Petram.
Peter is the stone upon which all, right, the Church, is built.
St. Peter's.
Well, the other will find me then.
St. Peter's. Doesn't anyone just meet for coffee anymore?
And he will bring you claves regni...
(GASPS)
Alex!
(GRUNTING)
(GASPING)
(COUGHING)
Come on. Let's get out of here.
WOMAN: (WHISPERING) Thomas.
Thomas.
No point in hanging around.
Thomas!
Tommy, love.
(IN DISTORTED VOICE) How long have you been a priest, Thomas?
Certain pleasures are forever out of reach.
Denied.
ALEX: Thomas.
Leave it for a sunny day. Come on.
All mouth and no trousers.
(IN DISTORTED VOICE) Remember that girl in Dublin?
Megan was her name.
Did you feel foolish, Tommy? In love with a whore.
(MAN LAUGHING)
Thomas?
(WOMAN LAUGHING)
It's personal. Ignore it. The first and only lesson, remember?
Tommy, love. Oh, Tommy. I love you, Tommy.
Come on, mate. Never give them an inch.
Tommy Not one fucking inch
Thomas? Thomas! Thomas!
In the name of God and Jesus Christ, to hell with you!
(RUMBLING)
I love you, Tommy.
I'll pray for you, Tommy.
(YELLS)
Thomas!
(THOMAS GROANING)
Shit.
I said there was no point in hanging around.
You never laugh, Alex. It's not good for the soul.
(YELLS)
I thought you might be the nurse.
Thomas, what happened? Where's Alex?
He's off in search of coffee.
As for me, I was hoisted up by me own petard.
Mara, if I can ask,
what happened between you and Alex?
It's okay.
If I was embarrassed, I'd wear bracelets.
My little brother was murdered, and they brought Alex in to consult.
The Filmore murders. Dominic sent Alex.
That was his first time on his own.
(SIGHS)
Mara, I hear confession all the time.
Nightingales.
(MARA SIGHS)
What about them?
Those are the birds that I'd hear singing right before the headaches started.
These headaches, they'd go on for weeks.
They were blinding.
So, I did this, and even that didn't help.
Alex performed an exorcism.
Yeah.
Alex took away my pain,
and I fell in love with a priest who couldn't love me back.
Love. You traded one pain for another.
Something terrible is gonna happen to Alex, Thomas.
I don't know what it is, but I know that it's worse than death.
EDEN: Am I the answer to your prayer?
My friends call me William, William Eden.
I'm not your friend.
(CHUCKLES)
That remains to be seen.
I know what you're feeling, Alex, and you're right.
God exists.
He just doesn't give a damn.
Magnificence.
Flesh rots. St. Peter's remains.
This impossible dome, Alex,
it was raised by my brother when I was still a boy.
Blood and sweat built this, not faith.
It was Michelangelo who drew the dome on a piece of paper,
but it was left to my brother to figure out a way
to raise it halfway to heaven,
and it was my honor, each day, to bring him something to eat
and ask him of the world outside of my own.
Papa? Hey, William. You brought some food.
Thank you.
Tell me a story, Phillip, a story of Jerusalem.
Jerusalem?
(SCREAMS)
(SCREAMING)
(YOUNG EDEN SCREAMS)
(PEOPLE SHOUTING)
(GRUNTING)
(EXCLAIMS)
Phillip!
(SCREAMING)
Phillip!
He's dying.
I can give no absolution.
He was excommunicated last year in Jerusalem.
Good enough to build God's house, but not to let him enter his kingdom.
Is that it?
William, go. Fetch the sin eater.
In Jerusalem, my brother gave a dying Arab a drink of water.
There was no well, so he gave him holy water.
My brother gave the Church his youth in Jerusalem,
his blood at St. Peter's, but when he lay dying,
they deserted him.
When his soul stretched out, caught between heaven and hell,
it was the other who delivered him.
It was the other who gave him peace.
I always loved my brother, Alex,
but the Church I grew to hate.
This is the other way.
I can teach you if you are willing.
I was willing. And so, I was taught.
Did you Kill Dominic Sousa?
The Church killed him. He died when he was excommunicated.
His body continued on a while, but his spirit was dead.
That's a lie.
He was, Alex. He was ruined, broken, not playacting.
Don't talk to me of lies.
I lost it in 1602.
I had dinner with Caravaggio and drank too much wine.
It's a means,
an instrument for ridding the world of the other.
Answer my question. Did you kill Dominic?
He killed himself, Alex, after the Church abandoned him,
after they took away his reason to live.
They did to him as they did to my brother, Alex.
And you know what I did?
You know what I did for Dominic?
I gave him absolution.
I took on the burden of his sins, and I gave him peace.
Not the Church, I.
So don't talk to me of lies, Alex.
Dominic was like a father to me.
I'm just trying to understand.
(THUNDERCLAP)
Come with me.
Every fear hides a wish. Don't you think?
So what is it to be a sin eater?
(SCOFFS) What is it not to be one? I know of no other way to be.
It seems beyond a man's judgment. Forgiveness is God's domain.
I'm just an instrument.
Like any great power, it depends on how it's used.
And how do you use it?
As I see fit.
I'm not a threat to the Church. I'm an insult, an embarrassment.
But you're a Carolingian. You know how it feels to be outside.
I serve the Church.
Serve yourself.
Get Alex some fresh clothes and a hot bath if he would like.
And then take him some place quiet where he can sit.
If you would like anything, anything can be arranged.
(EDEN EXHALES)
How long have I been asleep for?
A few hours.
What is it you want, Alex?
I want to learn the truth.
Truth?
The terrible thing about searching for the truth is that sometimes you find it.
Not to mention it makes you very unwelcome at parties.
(CHUCKLES)
It makes you unwelcome anywhere, even in church.
(CHUCKLES)
Who are you?
I'm all that remains when everything else turns to dust.
But to put it simply, Alex, I'm very, very tired.
Are you a man?
I shit. I fuck.
I shave. Does that make me a man?
Can you die?
You tell me.
I laugh. I cry.
Once, I loved.
Does that make me a man? I don't know. What about you, Alex?
Are you a man?
I'm a priest.
You understand the difference,
the truth of it. Good.
Do you remember what Keats said about the truth?
(CLEARING THROAT)
"Beauty is truth. Truth is beauty."
Keeping that in mind, my original question, what is it you want?
The truth or something beautiful?
Something beautiful.
Beauty is truth, Alex.
Does your oasis have a name?
Mara.
Her name is Mara.
So say it.
Say what you want, Alex. If it's the truth, then why be afraid? Say it.
I want Mara.
Then you're a man
and not a priest.
And if Mara's what you want, then you should go and get her.
(GASPS)
Shh. You'll wake her.
She might be dreaming.
(SILVERWARE CLINKING)
How we run from the things we need.
He's dying.
That's why I'm here.
Rembrandt did some remarkable things.
This isn't one of them. It's a de Gelder.
But only I'll know that. Put it in the car.
Your services don't come cheap.
No, they don't.
What did Dominic give you?
I mean, he had nothing.
That's not true.
He gave me friendship once, and I returned it.
(MACHINE BEEPING)
(LABORED BREATHING)
What do you think you can do for him that I haven't?
I am the conductor of the night train.
The answer to your question is infinite.
Science, medicine.
(CLICKS OFF MACHINE)
You give people nothing to hold except words they can't pronounce,
cancers that act capriciously.
You measure life with a ruler and a bathroom scale.
You take away,
you Kill the mystery that makes life mean something.
And you pretend to understand it all
when you understand nothing, when you are nothing,
when your dust has more value than you do.
Christ on the cross,
he gave forgiveness to a thief being crucified alongside him.
The Church would not have allowed it.
But Christ did.
I know this man.
That's Marcus Burnham. I read about him.
A lost sheep. A man full of regret and fear.
Such fear.
They say he got away with murder.
That remains to be seen.
"Blood in."
"Blood out."
From Jerusalem. My brother said it held a splinter from the true cross.
But the world is rotten with lies.
Bread for the host.
And salt for the blood.
(BURNHAM WHIMPERING)
Are you ready to make your confession?
Forgiveness for the unforgivable.
Breathtaking.
(MOANING)
(SPEAKING ARAMAIC)
(MOANING)
I forgive you.
(MOANING)
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
(MAN SPEAKING GERMAN)
(GROANS)
(BURNHAM CHUCKLES)
I'm free.
(EXHALES)
My cross. Alex, give me my cross, please.
(EDEN GROANING)
(EDEN EXHALES DEEPLY)
So, what do you think of what I do?
It's not immortality, Alex. You will grow weary.
But 500 years? A thousand?
Imagine what you could accomplish given that time.
Imagine the knowledge that waits.
What are you saying?
I'm used up. My time is done.
But I believe in the legacy of it all. I should not be the last of my kind.
There should be another other.
But why me?
In the end, Alex, like recognizes like.
I'm not like you.
(CHUCKLES)
Alex, you buried an excommunicated priest in consecrated ground
after the Church had forbidden it.
You went around their authority, Alex, the same as I do.
You're exactly like me.
(DRAPES OPENING)
I hope you like sunflowers.
(SNIFFS)
I love sunflowers. You know that.
Why?
Why do you love sunflowers?
Because I always thought that when God was making beautiful things,
he messed up with sunflowers.
How?
Well, 'cause they look like... I don't know.
They look like crooked teeth around a mouth that's too big, kind of.
Yeah.
But just when he was about to start over,
he realized that's what made them beautiful.
That they were a brilliant mistake.
Like you and me.
Where did you go?
William Eden offered me the world last night.
When I saw these, I knew.
Knew what?
That all I want is you.
Tell me what it is.
It's you and me.
It's you and me till the wheels fall off.
Yeah. That's right.
EDEN: I hadn't expected you so soon.
How are you feeling?
Formal. The pain has passed.
All that remains is the knowledge gained.
I brought you this because I believe it's yours.
And I have an answer for you.
Haste. That doesn't bode well.
My answer to your offer is no.
I don't want to be your successor.
(CLEARS THROAT) Was I that wrong about you?
ALEX: We have a lot in common. I'll give you that.
Can I ask you a question?
Of course. Go ahead.
Yesterday, you said you once loved.
Were you ever married?
I've had many wives over the years.
But my love, that was centuries ago.
They grow old, and they die, and I remain.
Maybe you'll understand, then.
Mara, I love her.
Well, that's fine. Have it all. Mara, too.
There's no need to choose. You're not a priest anymore.
Don't you see? I...
I don't want Mara to grow old without me.
(SIGHS)
Alex, the greatest truth of all is that love cannot last.
You'll grow tired of it. Bored.
I'll still be here. And so will my offer.
Yeah.
Goodbye, William Eden.
If I've learned one thing, Alex,
it's that only in death do we ever really say goodbye.
THOMAS: You want to know what I think?
Do I have a choice?
I think he's evil.
I don't think you should have given him the dagger.
And mostly, Spaghetti-O, I don't think he's gonna take no for an answer.
It's the only answer I've got.
Dominic trained us for what?
I'm not a priest anymore, Thomas...
For what?
To dispatch ghosts, demons and all manner of undead.
That's right. But you said so yourself,
Eden's a living man.
Well, I was wrong.
And as soon as I can move, I go back underground,
see if Chirac knows where we can find the rest of this.
Listen to me. It's time to walk away, Thomas. Let it go.
No walking away, Alex. Take Mara and run.
Get as far away from here as you can.
Lose yourselves somewhere.
Thomas. Thomas, please.
(GROANS)
Please, get some sleep. Eat some Jell-O. Do something.
I'm gonna go visit Mara.
I'll be back here later.
Alex, I'm serious.
Yeah, and I'm starting to laugh.
Just like you told me to.
Get some sleep.
(FLUTTERING)
EDEN: Is it dark where you go, Mara?
Is your pain shapeless or does it take form?
What are you doing here?
I came to see you. I thought we should finally meet.
I've heard many confessions. I've never made one.
(SNIFFS)
Did you know Alex's mother killed herself?
Has he ever told you that?
How do you know about his mom?
I was there.
His father died in a car accident. I was there then, too.
Like me, Alex was defined by specific events in his youth.
In his case, they were too important to be left to fate.
You killed them?
(GASPS)
Dominic helped me mold him. Dominic gave me Alex. That was his sin.
(GRUNTS)
You still haven't answered my question, Mara.
Is it dark where you go, Mara?
When the nightingales sing?
Hmm?
I brought them to you.
I placed you in Alex's path.
Your love is my creation,
manufactured like an automobile.
You don't need to worry.
Alex will be fine. I'll see to it.
I'm sorry, girl, but this world is too much with me.
I'll take you to a place where it isn't dark anymore,
where the sun shines all the time.
I'm sorry.
(SHATTERING)
(DOORKNOB RATTLES)
Mara?
(GASPS)
(EXCLAIMING)
Mara. Mara. Mara, baby. Baby.
Baby, I... Baby.
(SOBBING)
(SPEAKING LATIN)
Oh, God.
I'm sorry. I can't.
I can't.
I'm not a priest anymore.
I can take you there if I...
(ALEX SOBBING)
Baby, hang on, okay?
Hold on, okay, please?
No. I...
Baby. Now...
(MUMBLES)
(SPEAKING ARAMAIC)
(MOANS)
(GROANING)
(EXHALES)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Buongiorno, Mr. Alex.
Eden!
He's not here.
(YELLING) Where is he?
We thought you would know, Mr. Alex. Eden!
He said to say goodbye.
He told me to tell you that everything's in order.
Everything that once was his is now yours.
What's going on here?
(YELLING) What's going on here?
(CHIRAC SPEAKING ITALIAN)
"“Barath-mae, barath-sec."
Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
And watch your language.
It's a set-up.
DRISCOLL: Now...
Kiss the ring, and I'll spare your life.
Blasphemer.
(SPITS)
(PEOPLE MURMURING)
(GRUNTS)
Blasphemer.
So, has the world gone mad?
No. It still makes deals.
Mine was with William Eden.
I opened the Vatican vaults and retrieved the dagger
William Eden had lost 400 years ago.
In return, he compromised certain votes of certain cardinals.
For my deal with William Eden,
I will become Pope.
A warrior pope.
A pope of a Church that will reclaim its property
and its sanctity and its power.
Blasphemer!
(GROANING)
Pagan-worshipping blasphemer!
(SIGHS)
(BLOW LANDS)
(PEOPLE SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
I need to speak with Eden.
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
You know what I mean. The other.
No. I'm asking you.
(GRUNTING)
(CHIRAC CHANTING IN ITALIAN)
(ALL CHANTING)
(GRUNTING)
I seek the other.
THOMAS: (HOARSELY) He ends where he began, in St. Peter's.
We hang priests here! The weak ones!
(PEOPLE SHOUTING)
(THOMAS BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GASPS)
(PEOPLE GROANING)
(POUNDING ON DOOR)
Mara died.
Slit her wrists.
I've got to go.
(GRUNTING)
I've got to go.
(GRUNTING)
(GASPS)
(GRUNTING) Alex.
Am I the answer to your prayer?
You just might be.
I performed the ceremony.
I found Mara dying.
I did it to set her free.
How did it feel?
Like I was God.
What about her sins? Do you have knowledge of them, too?
Yes. There weren't many.
She was a good girl.
One thing about it troubles me, though.
Don't intellectualize something so visceral.
It's just, in the Church, suicide is a mortal sin,
and I didn't feel it at all.
Maybe the Church is wrong.
No.
She was murdered.
One day, you will realize, Alex, that because of what I did,
in your heart, Mara, your love, will live forever.
No!
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
Barath-mae.
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
Barath-sec.
Now you'll know what I know, Alex.
Time to look into the abyss.
There are wonders there.
(GROANING)
(SCREAMING)
(RUMBLING)
(MURMURING)
(SCREAMING)
(BYSTANDERS SCREAMING)
(GROANING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
I feel like I'm 10 years old again.
I'm home.
(SHUDDERING) I understand.
God save me, I understand.
The parchment, it's not how you Kill the other.
It's how you become the other.
I'm sorry I found out too late.
I won't leave you like this, Alex.
There has to be another way.
When I learn what it is, I'll find you,
even if it's to kill you.
ALEX: Morning.
I sent for the sin eater.
I am the sin eater.
(CHUCKLES)
Huh.
So Eden gets what he asks for, and you and I are left behind.
What you told the Vatican has ruined me. Did you know that?
Deposed and degraded.
It was you, wasn't it?
I learned a lot in a very short time.
And in the end, the only secret people keep is immortality.
You ready?
It's the confession, not the priest that gives you absolution.
Do you understand?
Yes.
Are you ready to make your confession?
Yes.
(SPEAKING ARAMAIC)
(INHALES DEEPLY)
She was like a sunflower.
God's beautiful mistake.
(EXHALES)
(GAGGING)
Choke on your own filth.
(MUFFLED SHOUTING)
(SCREAMING)
ALEX: And now it is I.
I have been blessed and cursed,
for now, I possess the keys to the kingdom of heaven.
I will forgive those who deserve freedom.
I will damn those who have damned themselves.
I will learn to live after love has died.
I am the sin eater.
(MAN SPEAKING DISTORTED ITALIAN)
(TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING)
(MAN SPEAKING DISTORTED ITALIAN)
(MAN SPEAKING ITALIAN)
(SINGING) Kingdom of heaven The keys to the kingdom of heaven
The keys to the kingdom of heaven
Amen
(MAN SPEAKING ITALIAN)
Amen
The keys to the kingdom of heaven