The Man Who Was Thursday (2016) Movie 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.
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]
- 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]
[door opens and closes]
[ominous piano music]
- 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.
[dishes rattle]
Satan has asked to sift
all of you as wheat.
But I have prayed for you,
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."
- 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.
[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
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]
[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.
[door opening]
It's them.
It's them.
- Stay here.
- [panting]
- What brings you here
at this hour?
- We are looking for someone,
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.
- And then I told her
she was stupid,
but I didn't mean it.
And then I gave
her doll back.
- 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]
[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]
[bottle cap clatters]
[glass breaks]
- Burn it all down.
Save yourself.
[loud explosion]
[dramatic music]
- Are you committed?
- [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.
- 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.
- 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.
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,
- 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
Drugs, prostitution,
underground clubs of all kinds.
But if you look at the writings,
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
- 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
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?
But you have a chance
to rediscover your faith
and to save yourself.
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
- 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."
"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."
- 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]
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Stay with me.
- Wait.
- [gasping]
[tense music]
- You're late.
Tough night again?
- I'm sorry.
What is going on?
- We wanted to formally
introduce ourselves.
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.
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
- 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.
Are you committed?
- Yeah.
- Good. I need you
to lead them astray. Now, run.
[dramatic music]
- Quick, through here.
- [speaking Italian]
[speaking Italian]
- Aah!
- 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
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]
[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
- 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,
- [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]
- 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]
- [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]
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,
- 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.
- 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.
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]
[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,
- 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
Of course, if you
killed the Pope,
you'd be even harder to forget.
- I got to take a leak.
[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?
[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,
- 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?
- [labored breathing]
- Nurse!
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'm scared.
I'm so fucking scared.
I see God.
If I fear him so much,
what am I gonna feel
about the devil, Father?
Please tell me.
What do you think?
- No. No. No.
[monitor flatlines]
[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,
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,
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]
- Is Your Holiness all right?
[Pope gasping and groaning]
[tense music]
- Oh, my God.
Oh, God. Oh, Lord.
- 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.
- 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?
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,
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,
Take me.
I'm ready.
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]
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