The Man Who Was Thursday (2016) Script

[door unlatches, creaks open]

[projector whirring]

[light ominous music]

[fire crackling]

[groans]


[alarm clock rings]

[police siren wails]

[silences alarm clock]

Come quickly and hear me, oh Lord, for my spirit is weakening.

Do not hide your face from me.

Do not let me be like the dead who go down to the underworld.

Amen.

[sizzles]


It is the group that defines us, that gives us meaning, belonging, a sense of a common goal.

We are born alone and die alone.

But in this journey, we are given the chance to walk the path together instead of wandering in the mist like lost sheep.

Body of Christ.

Amen.

- Now, if we are to become a flock, if that is our true destiny, who then is our true shepherd?

I believe it is the one who will deliver us to the green meadows instead of the slaughterhouse.

Through the ministry of the Church, may God give you pardon and peace.

I absolve you from your sins.

In the name of the Father and of the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

You are now freed from your sins.

Go in peace.

Peace be to God.

[door closes]

[footsteps]

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

It has been six years since my last confession.

These are my sins.

I've lost my faith.

I've broken the vow of marriage.

I've worked on Sunday. I've neglected prayer.

I've shown great disrespect to my parents and family members.

I've abused... alcohol and drugs a great deal, and I've enjoyed it.

I've been impatient, angry, envious, proud, jealous, revengeful, and lazy.

I have had sex outside of marriage countless times.

I've not accepted God's will for me.

Instead, I've placed my trust in substitutes for God and I have despaired of God's mercy.

Can my soul really be saved?

Could you really absolve me from all of those sins, Father?

What... brought you here today, child?

I saw God yesterday, and he challenged me to come here.

You saw God.

He came to me through a needle.

God always likes to come inside of me through large and pointy objects.

[sighs]

Are you a tool of God, Father?

A-as the Father sent me, so I send you.

Y-you are freed from your sins. Go in peace.

[curtains slide]

[footsteps]

[door opens and closes]

[ominous piano music]

[sighs]

Did you hire a new housekeeper yet?

No.

Oh, boy.

So, what is it, eggs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner?

Something like that.

Sometimes I'll make a salad.

The place is probably a pigsty by now.

It's okay.

I enjoy the solitude.

Well, if you stopped drinking so much, you'd find it less appealing.

Maybe.

I've seen them come and go, Father.

Nobody's perfect.

It's okay to have doubts.

The best ones always do.

[alarm clock rings]

My Lord, please watch over our friend in need and hold a special place in your infinite wisdom and grace for my friend, your devoted Julie.

[grunting]

[pants]

[sizzling]

[dishes rattle]

Satan has asked to sift all of you as wheat.

But I have prayed for you, Peter, that your faith may not fail.

And when you have turned back, you strengthen your brothers.

Peter, in answer, said to him, "Even if all men doubt you, I will never doubt you."

And Jesus said Peter, "On this night, before the rooster crows, you will deny me three times."

[sighs]

Did you miss me, Father?

I've sinned again.

It has been one week since my last confession, and last week I have pleasured myself with a cold cucumber.

Oh, Father, the orgasm I experienced was truly celestial.

I had images of Christ in my head as I was climaxing.

Then I thought of you.

Those eyes.

What are they? Green? Hazel?

I'm sorry for this and all my past sins.

For your penance I want you to go to Mass every morning, say a prayer every night before going to bed, and help a soul in need.

All right.

Now repeat after me.

My God...

My God....

I am sorry for my sins with all my heart.

I am sorry for my sins with all my heart.

In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good...

In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good...

I have sinned against you, whom I should love above all things.

I have sinned against you whom I should love above all things.

I firmly intend... I firmly intend...

With your help... With your help...

To do penance... To do penance...

To sin no more... To sin no more...

And to avoid... And to avoid...

Whatever leads me to sin. Whatever leads me to sin.

Our savior Jesus Christ suffered and died for us, in his name.


[sighs]

[siren wails distantly]

[grunting and groaning]

[alarm clock rings]

[door lock buzzes]

So how are you holding up?

It's been challenging, but I feel like I'm truly doing God's work.

They ask about you, you know.

You touched many lives here.

They touched mine too.

Sometimes, though, I feel like... like they contaminated my soul, you know?

That in the end I truly understood them.

Their sinful ways, their lust.

You've been here too long Father.

No one can fault you for wanting a change.

Nobody can do this forever.

I kind of miss it now.

Out there we're just collectors.

It's all we seem to do.

Sometimes I wonder, in eight years, did I really save anyone?

Guide someone to the light?

The Lord challenges us every day.

We are constantly tested.

So what is our role then?

Take their money and hold their hand as we all fail miserably to pass?

I want to be tested. Believe me, I want to.

[alarm clock rings]

[church bell tolls]

[sighs]

[thunder rumbles]

[door opens and closes]

[woman sobbing, quick footsteps]

Father, please help me.

Come with me.

[coughs]

Shh.

[coughing]

God. I'm calling an ambulance.

No, don't. No, don't, please.

Just let me stay here for a while.

[coughing]


[door opening]

It's them.

It's them.

Stay here.

[panting]

What brings you here at this hour?

We are looking for someone, Father.

A big sinner.

Might as well be the devil herself.

In the house of the Lord, no one stays invisible.

You mind if we take a look?

Go ahead.

[eerie tones]

Are you a Catholic?

Then show some respect, my son. Bless yourself.

[door slams]

[laughs]

Naughty, naughty.

Father, you really have no idea who you are dealing with.

Boss.


[sighs]

Thank you.

You're welcome.

[tense music building]

Our Father, who art in heaven...

[zipper opens]

[gasps and pants]

[heavy breathing]

[grunting]

[dramatic music]

Are you committed?

[train rumbling distantly]

[church bell tolls faintly]


[sighs]

Arise, oh God.

Judge thy own cause.

Remember thy reproaches...

[alarm ringing] With which the foolish man hath reproached thee all the day.


[sighs]

[sighing]

And then I told her she was stupid, but I didn't mean it.

And then I gave her doll back.

[sobbing]

There now.

You regret what you did. It's okay.

Just say a Hail Mary before you go to bed tonight, and God Almighty will forgive you.

Thank you, Father.

[curtains slide]

[door opens]

[footsteps]

[curtains slide]

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

I know.

I'm pregnant.

I, um...

I have to ask.

How do I know it's yours?

That day I came to you for help, I decided to turn my life around.

I promised myself no more cheap thrills.

Just life.

But I know I'm not fit to keep this child, so I...

I'll leave today.

I-I promise I'll try to pay you back somehow.

No, I...don't.

We'll leave together.

I'm really not fit for this anymore.

No, no, no, it's complicated.

No, what? What's complicated?

They're gonna come after us.

I still owe them money.

How much?

Twenty grand.

Take this.

Get yourself a room at the motel next to the train station.

We'll go first thing in the morning and settle your debt.

I-I can't do this.

Yes, you can, and you will.

[eerie tones]

- Son of a bitch.

Under the sink.

Never saw that coming.

Must have got some action.

I'll give you a bonus, I suppose.

Burn it all down.

[echoing] Save yourself.

[indistinct whispers]

[groans]

[sighs]

[bottle cap clatters]

[glass breaks]

- Burn it all down.

Save yourself.

[loud explosion]

[dramatic music]

- Are you committed?

[gunshot]

[shouts indistinctly]

[airplane flying overhead]

[in Italian, over P.A.]

[dramatic music]


I think you are beyond saving.

You've got friends in high places.

That's the only reason you are here.

But if your friends think this is what you need, I'll show you the time of your life.

[dark music]

Welcome to Monastero Saligia.

[door creaking closed]

[door lock clicks]

[door opens]

[door closes and locks]

[sighs]

[pill rattles]

[distant screaming]

[light eerie music]

[door opens]

Wake up.

[screaming]

What did you do to her?

[dramatic music]

[light, eerie music]

[groans]

I'm not sure what I find more troubling, your current condition, or your reading material.

Holy shit.

Charlie.

From your host's handbook for treating sinners.

But then again, it does have a fairly acceptable success rate.

Untie me, Charlie.

Of course.

But first, can you tell me why do you think you were tied down?

Um... some crazy nun tried to stab me with a crucifix.

Classic.

I'm serious.

Hmm.

What was that all about?

Vatican Intelligence.

[car horns honk]

Prego, senor.

Grazie.

Best gelato in Rome.

You like the view?

It's all a bit overkill, don't you think?

Say what you will about good old Benito, but he truly understood the essence of religion.

Who?

Mussolini.

Il Duce.

If it wasn't for him, the Vatican wouldn't have its own state, and you would be rotting in jail right now.

Aggravated arson, hate crime.

Ten years, I would say.

It's a nice thought, owing your freedom to a dictator.

Is that why you tried to kill yourself?

You thought it would set you free.

Because I got to tell you, there are much better reasons on this God's earth, to give one's life away.

Come, I'll buy you a drink instead.

[blues music on stereo]

What is it gonna be, folks?

Uh, Jack.

You got it.

[glasses clinking]

There you go.

Cheers...Jack.

Cheers, Padre.

There's no trick.

I'm as blind as a bat.

You're sitting in the bar that could only be more run-down since last time I saw it, which tells me you're not from a family that would have a crest or a ring.

You're in a deadbeat bar on a Sunday afternoon, so you probably ain't married either.

Now, the ring could be rock and roll.

Didn't sound hollow, though. It sounded sharp, like it had something on top of it, like your skulls or your sword, or a crucifix.

Silence implies consent.

Now, who's driving? The other padre?

Indeed. Orange juice, please.

Oh, sure.

The stories they tell of you, they are no exaggeration.

Sure they are.

And if Jesus was alive today, he'd be doing magic tricks at birthday parties and get booed off the stage.

Don't buy into myths.

I guess Father O.J. here is a local.

How about you, son?

What brings you to the Eternal City?

Okay, I think it's best if we move to a table.

Yeah.

Okay.

I'm just screwing with you boys.

I mean, if you're old enough to fuck, you're old enough to be fucked with.

Bye, Padre.

I had to pull all the strings I ever held to get you in Saligia.

Thank you.

You'd better.

If I hadn't, you would have been excommunicated.

It's starting to feel inevitable, Charlie.

Hmm. [lighter scratches]

You're a good man.

And only good men get their hearts broken.

Even by a whore?

Especially by a whore.

I was just trying to save her.

But God had different plans.

Like what?

What the hell is this?

We're not sure. Something new.

An underground group that champions anarchy by way of terror, and whose focal point is the Catholic Church.

This graffiti, we tried to identify them with the help of the best handwriting experts in the world.

We found some matches in Testaccio.

That's Rome's most depraved neighborhood.

Drugs, prostitution, underground clubs of all kinds.

But if you look at the writings, though, they are pretty interesting.

Pelaguis.

Mr. Freewill himself.

This is not the work of some angry kids.

These are serious scholars. Men of the cloth.

Or at least they once were.

You think they were expelled from Saligia.

You see?

I chose you for a reason.

For what?

This was photographed a couple of years ago.

One of the inmates wrote it with his own shit.

The same handwriting.

Who is he? We don't know.

They never found the culprit, and obviously he is no longer there.

But whoever he is, I'm convinced he's part of a bigger group, backed by someone with infinite resources.

And I'm afraid they could pull off something we can't foresee.

Something of earth-shattering proportions.

Like what?

That's what I need you to find out.

I need a man who can go under.

Attract the ants, find the queen, and see what she's after.

Why me?

Well, you're the perfect choice.

You spent a decade with convicts, and run with your brother before that.

I was just a kid.

As tough a kid as I've ever seen.

Thank God your mom let me place you in the seminary.

Can you imagine where you would be if she hadn't?

The point is, I'm the only one alive who knows how far you've come.

God was truly by your side when you needed him.

You want to throw your life away?

Fine.

But you have a chance to rediscover your faith and to save yourself.

Listen, you do this and I'll get you an audience with the Pope.

Personal pardon.

Then you pick a post anywhere in the world.

[glasses clink]

- Where do I start?

- I've booked you a room in Testaccio.

There's a map in the folder that shows you where the most relevant walls are.

Hi. - Aside from that, all we know is the leader's pseudonym.

Sunday.

Sunday? Mm-hmm.

- Great, that should make it easy to ask around.

[no audible dialog]

[speaking Italian]

"That we are able to do good is of God.

That we actually do good is of ourselves."

[sighs]

"Day by day, hour by hour, we have to choose between good and evil."

"The freedom to choose makes us like God.

"If we choose evil, that freedom becomes a curse.

If we choose good, it becomes our greatest blessing."

[sighs]

- Mussolini.

Il Duce.

[crowd chattering]

[music playing distantly]

Come on.

Ciao, Santo.

[dance music blaring]


[music slows and distorts]

[eerie tones]

[crowd cheers]

[crowd] Duce! Duce! Duce!

Duce! Duce! Duce! Duce! Duce!

[whips crack]


[woman crying distantly]

[spray paint hissing]

[woman crying louder]

[screams]

[speaking Italian]

[sobbing]

[exciting music]

[grunts]

Go! Go! Get help!

- [all] Duce!

If he was following her, then why would he defend her?

You shouldn't have brought him here.

He saved me. Doesn't that mean something?

It proves...

Enough. What happened to her could happen to anybody.

We're getting close. We're all--

So let's ask somebody.

Why won't you tell us the plan?

Maybe he hasn't told you-- He?

You don't know it's a he. I'm just saying.

You don't know what you're saying.

I know the plan, but we're not ready.

Not until he says so.

So, what do we do now?

We test his commitment.

God knows we could use more committed men.

Where am I?

Come, sit with us.

Who were those men?

I went to school with one of them.

I have a Jewish last name.

But my father left us, and besides, my mother--

All that matters is that you're safe.

Thanks to you.

They need to be stopped.

Tonight, we put a plan into action.

One that will eradicate all traces of thugs like that.

One to destroy both the symptoms and their cause.

How?

Excellent question.

You're new here, aren't you?

Been here a few days.

Will you trust us tonight?

[cups clink]

[dramatic music]

To make you see.

[techno music plays]

[exciting music building]

[dramatic music]


Are you committed? Wake up.

[gasps]

[eerie tones]

Hey.


Hi. Hi.

Stay with me.

Wait.

[panting]

[gasping]

[tense music]

You're late.

Tough night again?

I'm sorry. What is going on?

We wanted to formally introduce ourselves.

Monday.

Tuesday.

Wednesday.

Friday.

And I am Saturday.

So, who are you?

I'm...I'm Smith.

That is your name, but who are you?

Is he okay?

[gasping] Oh, he'll be all right.

He's having a crisis of faith. We're trying to save his soul.

Repeat after me.

[all] Life was a fly that faded, and death the drone that stung.

The world was very old indeed when you and I were young.

We have seen the city of Mansoul, even as it rocked relieved.

Blessed are they who did not see, but being blind... [all] Believed.

[gasping]

Believed.

He's gonna die. We need to call an ambulance.

You believe in self-sacrifice?

Why, yes. A perfect way to call attention.

Just ask your Christ Almighty.

We're not insane.

Then what are you? They will call us terrorists, but we are warriors of change.

Where are your weapons?

A man's brain is his weapon. We're heavily armed.

[moaning] He's losing too much blood.

He's gonna die. Friday.

What's it to you if he lives or dies?

What?

Who sent you?

I can smell a priest, and you stink.

I was a priest, but I'm not anymore.

They sent me here for rehab.

But it was too late.

I'd lost my faith already.

I was excommunicated.

You were in Saligia?

Yeah.

Come with me.

I was a nun when I was assigned to a mission in the Congo.

One night we were in this village near Misama, and in the middle of the night one of the priest crawls into my bed and whispers, "Are you wet?"

I was so shocked I couldn't open my mouth.

And then he touched me.

I tried to make him stop, but he kept going.

He kept forcing himself.

I tried to scream.

And then at some point...

I just separated my mind from my body.

And I realized it's the mind that needs to be freed, not the body.

I'm so sorry.

He threatened to kill me if I told anyone.

I pretended to be in shock.

And then when he finally went back to his quarters, I got up, found the biggest knife I could get my hands on, and butchered him in his sleep.

And then I realized, God is a myth.

It wasn't when he was raping me--That's just my body.

It was when I killed a man that I understood, it's just me.

My decisions, my actions.

We're all alone.

And they sent you to Saligia?

I managed to escape, thanks to one special man.

And then, I decided to put an end to it all.

To change everything.

Saturday!

[tense music]

[gasping]

How is he? Oh, relax.

This man is gonna die if we don't take him to a hospital right now.

Friday! Hey!

Psychological anarchy is a state of mind.

There is only you and the consequences of your actions.

Are you willing to accept that?

Are you? Decisions, decisions.

Okay. Okay, yes, I accept.

Oh! I always love difficult cases.

Now fucking do something. Already done.

Come on. [distant sirens wailing]

You will not say anything about what you just saw.

You're one of us now. You'd better not let me down.

What? Friday!

[gagging]

- Hey.

Hey, wake up.

Come on, quickly.

They're waiting for us.

Stay with me.

[door opens and closes]

[eerie string music]

You're late.

Tough night again?

I'm sorry, what's going on?

Wait a second, that's exactly what I said to you before you formally introduced yourselves.

I'm going insane.

Oh, no, you're not insane.

You proved your sanity. That's why you're here.

You're one of the sane ones.

Friday.

Wednesday. Tuesday.

I'm Saturday.

Where's Monday?

What is it to you?

Where's Thursday?

You're Thursday.

I chose you for a reason. For what?

What's wrong with you?

No, I'm just--

Pull yourself together.

You're key to the resistance.

The resistance?

Gruppo d'Azione Patriottica.

We're gonna stop Mussolini from corrupting the Church.

If it wasn't for him, the Vatican wouldn't have its own state.

What day is it today?

March 22nd.

What year?

What year?

1942.

I'm dreaming.

This is a dream. Feels like it, doesn't it?

No, no, no, I mean I'm dreaming now.

I'm actually asleep, and this is a dream.

I'm making this up.

Just fucking say something!

[loud thump] They found us!

There must be another mole.

No, no, it cannot be him.

He's the only one that's ever been here.

[thumping and muffled shouting]

Come on.

[dramatic music]

Friday, torch it.

[explosion]

Are you committed?

Yeah.

Good. I need you to lead them astray. Now, run.

Go!

[dramatic music]


Quick, through here.

[speaking Italian]

[laughs]

[speaking Italian]

[gunshot] Aah!

[gasps]

Jack?

Bull's-eye.

Still got it, Padre.

So, you want to tell me what happened to you last night?

What do you mean?

You busted in all wet, smelling like you rolled in the gutter, murmuring "Death to Il Duce, freedom to the people."

That was the partisan slogan in World War II.

Wait, what? I said that?

Just before you drank yourself into submission.

I think I found them.

Found who?

The group.

I think they were trying to test me, and then police showed up.

And then we all ran.

Everyone but Monday.

You okay, Padre? You seem lost.

Well, I-I am lost.

I-I don't know what to believe anymore.

Good old crisis of faith.

Been there.

I lost both my eyes for God and country, and had to learn the hard way there's only me and the consequences of my actions.

We're all alone.

Where did you hear that?

Hear what?

Just trying to interpret what you said last night.

"Death to Il Duce, freedom to the people."

Il Duce was Mussolini's nickname.

It means, "the leader."

Maybe you think we should be careful who we chose to follow.

Maybe you think there is no leader at all.

Yes. Yes, that's exactly it.

There's no Sunday.

Thanks, Jack.

Thanks. Uh, got to run.

[eerie music]

[dialing]

[phone line beeps]

So, what did you find?

I'm, uh--I'm Thursday.

You can't be.

I am.

The former Thursday quit, and they inducted me the new Thursday.

Who did?

Saturday. She's the leader.

You were right, looks like they're all former Saligia.

Saturday? She can't be the leader.

Listen, I'm pretty certain she is the leader.

Sunday is the leader.

No, there was no Sunday.

And no Thursday either.

That woman ran the whole show.

She is the leader.

And even if there is a Sunday, he's just a...

I don't know, okay?

I was passed out in front of a bar this morning.

I had this weird nightmare.

Are you sure you even met them?

Of course I did...

I think.

So, nothing on Sunday.

There is no Sunday.

You believe there is no Sunday?

[guards speaking Italian]

[tense music]

Carlo, great to see you.

How are you, Ispettore?

[speaking Italian]

Excuse us, Ispettore. Let's go.

I was here last night.

She wrote the poem with his blood.

I thought it was just--

Oh, Lord, did they actually kill them?

Who? Monday.

Thursday was found dead last month floating lifeless in the river.

What?

Why didn't you tell me?

I think they thought he was a mole.

Relax.

It seems someone is feeding her with false information.

Who?

It doesn't matter.

What's important is that your secret is safe with me.

We need to find Sunday.

We need to know what they're after.

Don't turn your back on God.

Why?

He sure as hell turned his back on me.

Because you should have faith in your own righteousness.

And if you believe you can right your wrongdoings, then you can do it for other people.

Do you believe you can right your wrongdoings?

Yes.

Well, then you believe in God.


[dramatic music]


[grunting]

[gunshot]

[sighs]

[gasps]

You were supposed to take me to her.

What? Take you to who?

Saturday.

She told me that you'd know where she is.

No, I don't. Why would I?

Don't fuck with me, boy!

I'm gonna shoot you right here, right now, and I'm gonna tell her you're the mole.

No, no.

[screams]

[gunshot]

[grunting]

[speaks Italian]

[coughing]

[breathing heavily]

Charles.

Hmm.

No bruises. Just painful memories.

Imperative to your ultimate success.

[groans]

Good.

I'm sorry about this, but they are getting paranoid.

They could never suspect you. You're doing a remarkable job.

Where are we?

What is this?

Friday was also our agent, but he lost his nerve.

He was gonna gun Saturday down before she did him.

So we set up the meeting on the bridge, as a test.

He failed.

Saturday can't be compromised.

We're gonna drop you next to her house, and you tell her we surprised you at the bridge.

There was a shootout, and Friday, in his dying breath...

What? ...told you to find her and warn her.

You know where Saturday is?

Of course.

I told you...

the mission is Sunday!

You must convince her to lead you to him.

Why would she believe me?

No, no.

[grunts and groans]

Because you're a hero.

You jumped out of the ambulance and escaped.

Don't worry.

Tuesday will find you and deliver you to her.

Long live Il Duce.

[eerie music]

[drill whirring]

[tense music]

Relax, it's me, it's me.

It's me.

[drops pipe]

[both breathing heavily]

How the fuck did I get here?

I had Tuesday follow you from your motel.

She picked you up on the side of the road after you jumped out of a moving ambulance.

We suspected Friday was an informer.

I told him you were gonna bring him to me.

Tuesday saw the whole thing.

Said Friday walked you into a trap, shot you in the arm, but you managed to escape.

Why did you have me followed?

Why would you use me as bait?

I didn't know if I could trust you or not.

I wanted to make sure you were committed.

Committed to what?

Do you even know what the mission is?

Did Sunday tell you what we're after?

No.

What is it that you want?

What is this insanity really about?

Destroying the system?

Abolishing the Church?

What? Church.

I want to abolish God.

God? Yes.

I thought that you... you didn't think he existed.

I think he's a myth, but myths exist.

Did you ever see God?

Did you ever see Sunday?

I don't believe in creating anarchy to achieve a goal.

If you have your own agenda, all you'll eventually do is create a new system.

People rise up for their rights.

I denounce rights and I denounce wrongs.

When I'm through, there will be no God, there will be no system.

There will be nothing.

Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.

[tense music]

Freedom.

[sighs]

[both breathing heavily]

[gasps]

No.

You keep it.

[sighs]

What's wrong?

Been having these weird dreams ever since I got here.

I just don't know what's real anymore.

Who is Sunday?

There is no Sunday.

I made him up.

[woman shouting in foreign language]

[both grunting]

[praying in Italian]

[screams] Shit.

I tried to protect you.

If there is no Sunday, it's her that needs to be stopped.

You saved me.

Go on, get out of here.

I'll clean it up.

We'll meet in this bar in exactly 48 hours.

You, me, and Wednesday.

We can finish this job, blow Il Duce to pieces once and for all. Come on.

- Are you a tool of God, Father?

- I want to be tested. Believe me, I want to.

- You do this, and I'll get you an audience with the pope.

Personal pardon.

Do you believe you can right your wrongdoings?

- When I'm through, there will be no God.

There will be no system.

There will be nothing!

- There are much better reasons on this God's earth to give one's life away.

- Save yourself. - Save yourself.

[shouts in Italian]

[glass bottle shatters]


[indistinct chatter]

[violin music plays]

There you are.

I've been worried sick about you.

[chuckles]

[laughing]

Sugar?

Scotch.

So, what did you find?

I'm tired of this.

I want to wake up.

Wake up from what? I'm dreaming.

This is not real.

This table is not real.

This horrible tea is not real.

You're not real. This jacket is not...

[gasps] Shh!

Calm down. Have you lost your mind?

Oh, my God.

I thought it was a dream.

I thought it was a nightmare.

But they're actually all dead, aren't they?

Monday was a mole.

You're a mole.

And Tuesday, and Friday, and me.

How many of us were working for you?

Hmm.

Everyone.

Except Saturday and Sunday.

And still, we have no identity on Sunday.

Nothing. Who is he?

[tense music]

There is no Sunday. She made him up.

She's making a bomb.

She wants to blow up Il Duce.

[shouts in Italian]

You too. And if you're right, he is gonna personally decorate you.

I give you my word.

Wait, wait, just let me use the restroom.

[breathing heavily]

Okay.

[spits]

[door opening]

Come on, kid.

I've got the SWAT team waiting.

It's your big moment.

[eerie tones]

[loud pop]

[in Italian, over radio]

[tense music]

[all shouting]

[gasps]

Take her to Saligia tonight.

Saligia? She attacked my men.

You just stopped an assassination attempt against the Pope.

I think it's a matter best left for the Vatican.

The last thing you want is this making the news.

Are we clear?

[police siren wails]

[glasses clink]

So... you get to meet the Pope.

Il Duce, holy dude numero uno.

Thought I was lost when I got here, but...

[inhales and exhales sharply]

...crisis ongoing.

When you're sitting behind the bar for as long as I have, you come to learn one thing: we're all the same.

We are mice on a boat to nowhere.

One day the water's gonna break in, we're all gonna go under when the big flood hits again.

So, not one righteous man, huh?

Not even one.

Here's my advice.

Wear your cloth, do your job, get paid.

You just saved the Pope.

You will be remembered.

You, my friend, have achieved immortality.

Of course, if you killed the Pope, you'd be even harder to forget.

I got to take a leak.

[urinating]

[mysterious music]

Jesus Christ, what are you doing here?

No, what are you doing here?

What do you mean?

You think I like these piercings? Huh?

These stinky clothes?

Look at me. I am a man of God.

I've done this for two years, and when I almost got to him, you just got to...

[speaks Italian]

She was gonna introduce us to the devil himself tonight, and you turned her in. Sunday?

Don't pretend you didn't know.

You're a double agent. You work for him.

No, no, I swear. Where is Sunday?

Charles, VIS.

I work for Charles. Only him.

Carlo?

You work for Carlo too?

[explosion]

[monitors beeping]

I can't believe you survived the explosion.

It's a miracle. [chuckles]

His Holiness will thank you personally and pardon you once you get well.

How's Jack?

Jack isn't gonna make it, kid.

Why?

Well, maybe it's his lack of faith.

No, Jack has faith.

Only his faith isn't blind.

He doesn't buy into concepts, God, the devil, religion.

He simply believes in live and let live.

Mm-hmm.

Some kind of faith may be good...

for mosquitoes.

Men are perpetual sinners in need of constant order.

Yeah, I don't know, Charlie.

Perhaps if God showed himself every once in a while, it'd be easier for the common man to believe.

And maybe we wouldn't sin so much.

And how would that help Jack?

Even if God made himself present, he would not be able to see.

[scoffs]

Get some sleep, son.

[monitors beeping]

You'll become a new hero.

Saint Smith.

[speaks Italian]

[monitors beeping rapidly]

[wheezing breaths]

Jack?

Jack? [labored breathing]

Nurse!

Jack.

Jesus Christ.

[gasps]

You all right? I thought you were dying.

Can I get you anything?

Whiskey, thank you very much.

Jack, I know who you are.

I know you're Sunday.

You are him, and you can see.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

I can't see.

I...

I'm scared.

I'm so fucking scared.

I see God.

[sobbing]

If I fear him so much, what am I gonna feel about the devil, Father?

Please tell me.

What do you think?

[gasping]

No. No. No.

No!

[monitor flatlines] Nurse!

[dramatic music]

[defibrillator charging]

[Charles praying distantly]

Cleanse them of their sins and fulfill their ardent desires, that maybe made worthy to behold, be face-to-face in thy glory.

Stop.

Huh.

The new saint has arrived.

How did she die?

She killed herself, obviously.

Ever the true believer.

Nothing like self-sacrifice to hammer home your cause.

She didn't have a cause.

Chaos is also a cause.

She had some lethal poison prepared for the occasion.

[flesh ripping]

Turns out she really knew her chemicals.

She wanted to make a statement, but no one will ever even know who she was.

The Church will eradicate her from history.

We cover what we must, or what we can.

If she had succeeded, it would have been very different.

But if she didn't exist, then who did I stop?

That's a very good question, but better keep it to yourself.

Or you'll be the one hammered to the cross.

Can you believe?

She had no heart.

Wake up, son.

The Pope wants to bless you.

[bells tolling]

[dramatic music]

[metal detector beeps]

What's wrong, kid?

She would've never made it.

So, have you thought about your next destination?

I'd actually like to stay here for a while.

Bask in the corrupt glory of Rome.

[clicking tongue]

Watch it.

Is this really the city of God?

Or is it the one bought and paid for by a fascist dictator?

Silent consent for the murder of millions to build Holy See.

If we could change the system from within, Charles, but I really want to believe.

I want to with all my heart.

But if not, I'm just not that interested anymore.

Well, you're being tested, kid, but I still like your chances.

Saturday didn't voice her criticism, all right?

She wasn't entirely wrong.

We can and we should evolve! Come on.

Saturday was a lunatic, a psychiatry case that needed to be treated.

Inventing Sunday, how delusionally brilliant.

We just let her operate freely to find a leader that doesn't exist, because there was no Sunday, was there?

If one person is delusional, it's a psychiatric case.

If a lot of people are, it's religion.

Go get your blessing.

[light piano music]

[door opens]

His Holiness will see you now.

Holy Father.

You helped uncover a plot to kill me, for which I'm grateful.

I prayed for your soul.

I hear from Charles you have failed others in your life.

Am I a lost cause?

Faith is being certain of that which can be proven.

A true believer makes his eyes blind to temptation, so that his heart can lead him to the divine.

Do you believe even a blind man can find his way from darkness into light?

Your faith is strong.

May I be so bold as to ask, Your Holiness?

This belonged to someone I--

I cared about.

Would you bless it?

[speaking Latin]

[snap]

[gasps]

Is Your Holiness all right?

[Pope gasping and groaning]

[tense music]

[groaning]

Oh, my God.

Oh, God. Oh, Lord.

Oh!

You keep it.

[eerie tones]

No.

No, no, I had nothing to do with this.

I know.

We need to call an ambulance.

No, Saturday gave me the crucifix.

I just wanted him to bless it, pray for her soul.

You need to go.

Your freedom awaits you.

Oh, God.

It's you?

[shouts in Italian]

[laughing]

You're Sunday.

Why?

Like you said, it's time to evolve.

It will take a little while, but it will happen.

Now, before you go, would you be so kind and give me your best shot?

Go.

I'll give you a head start.

Come on, come on!

[alarm blaring]

[shouting in Italian]

[shouts in Italian]

Get in! Come on!

The Pope is dead. You killed him.

It was Sunday's doing, all of it, I swear. Come on.

[tires screech]

You were dead. I saw your corpse.

He said you swallowed poison.

There was also poison in the crucifix.

Sunday gave it to me on the day I got expelled from Saligia.

I did not kill Monday or the previous Thursday.

He did. He had Friday shot, and he planted the bomb in Jack's bar.

It was all him. You have to believe me.

He was going to frame me for the Pope's death and make you into a martyr.

How the hell do you know all this?

Hold on.

[police siren]

[tires squeal]

[distant thunder]

Who are you?

Given many religions recognize God to be the judge, I guess I'd be prosecutor.

Fuck me, you are crazy.

You just accused me of resurrecting myself from the dead-- I'm crazy?

Revelation 12:9, "This great dragon, the ancient serpent

"called the devil, or Satan.

"The one that deceives the whole world was thrown down to earth with all of his angels."

You wanted proof, remember?

Here I am.

God's own agent.

Hold on. [tires screech]

This can't be true.

Oh, it can and it is.

[steam hissing]

I did what you wanted. We achieved our goal.

You always knew it had to end this way.

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us today our daily bread.

What nerve.

Praying to God now?

What's your angle, I wonder?

Go on, finish it.

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

Charles, what the fuck are you doing?

One of you needs to take the fall for the assassination and die for our mission to be complete.

There is no other way.

This is the lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world.

Happy are those who are called to his supper.

Say it.

Charles, you're fucking insane.

Thursday, don't.

Step aside, kid. I am not...

I am the devil.

Stop it. Stop.

You can't kill her, Charles.

Take me.

I'm ready.

Lord...

I am not worthy to receive you... but only say the word and I shall be healed.

Amen.

Rest in peace, my son.

[gunshot, bullet clatters]

No!

[body thuds]

[sighs]

These pitiful creatures.

A real saint.

Who would have thought it?

Wasn't expecting this, though.

I mean, for you to grace us in the flesh.

Can you believe it?

I tell him to his face I am the devil.

In one ear, out the other.

We never had a draw before.

What was the wager?

Find a soul in desperation, a lost cause, and get him.

One soul lost is humanity lost.

One soul saved is humanity saved.

I win.

No.

No, you don't.

I had him.

He loved me.

He died for me!

Thursday believed you were good.

He loved you for all the lies you told him.

And he died in the name of innocence... saving you.

The man reformed.

He's with me.

He's with me.

He's with me.

He's with me.

[thunder rumbles]

[lighter scratches]

- Life was a fly that faded, and death the drone that stung.

The world was very old... - The world was very old indeed when you and I were young.

We have seen the city of Mansoul even as it rocked relieved... - Even as it rocked relieved.

Blessed are they who did not see, but being blind believed.

[dramatic music]


- ♪ For the hunter, the kill

♪ For the conqueror, the thrill ♪

♪ For you

♪ For you, yeah

♪ For the whole world to see ♪

♪ To show what you mean

♪ To me

♪ To me, yeah

♪ By the law we break

♪ By the law we say

♪ By the blood in me

♪ I can't get you free

♪ I got all your chemicals

♪ In my bloodstream

♪ I got all your chemicals

♪ In my veins

♪ And I hope you can see

♪ That I'm not quite over you just yet ♪

♪ I got all your chemicals

♪ In my veins

♪ There's a moth in the flame ♪

♪ As the hunter, the game

♪ I wrote

♪ To you, yeah

♪ For the whole world to see

♪ You crawl under my skin

♪ By the love in me

♪ I swear I can't get free

♪ I got all your chemicals

♪ In my bloodstream

♪ I got all your chemicals

♪ In my veins

♪ And I hope you can see

♪ That I'm not quite over you just yet ♪

♪ I got all your chemicals

♪ In my veins

♪ All your chemicals in my veins ♪