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Like the 25th of December? It's the pagan celebration of the Unconquered Sun and also makes a handy date for the birth of Christ. Let's check the recesses. Okay. I'll go to the right. I'll meet you at 180 degrees. DOCENT: Follow me, please. Now, the Pantheon, which means "Temple of All Gods," was originally built as a temple to all the gods of ancient Rome in 27 B.C. Although the design of the building is usually credited to Apollodorus of Damascus... VITTORIA: Robert! Robert. It's Raphael's tomb. But it's the wrong one. What are you talking about? He was moved here in 1759, a century after Diagramma was published. Where was he originally buried? LANGDON: Uh... Urbino, I think. "Santi's earthly tomb." What could it possibly be? "Santi's earthly tomb." Damn it. Santi's tomb. It must mean a chapel that he built. He's not buried in it, he designed it. The "demon's hole," it's not that oculus.
It's an undercroft. It's a crypt. DOCENT: Are there any questions? LANGDON: Yes. Yes. Did Raphael Santi ever design a chapel with an ossuary annex and an angel figure commissioned by the Catholic Church? I'm sorry, I can only think of one. One is good. RICHTER: Wrong? What do you mean, wrong? It's the Chigi Chapel in the church of the Santa Maria del Popolo. It was once called the Capella della Terra, the Chapel of the Earth. Earth, the first element. That's it. You were certain about the Pantheon. We have four minutes. [SPEAKS IN GERMAN] VITTORIA: Back to the Vatican? You can't. Comandante, if you care at all about your church, you'll listen to me. My church? My church comforts the sick and dying. My church feeds the hungry. What does your church do, Mr. Langdon? That's right, you don't have one. Take him if you want.
I'm done with him. [♪♪♪] [♪♪♪] All right, this makes sense. Look, look, look, right in front of the church. An obelisk, a lofty pyramid. Egyptian symbol adopted by the Illuminati. If he's going to kill him, he'll do it here. [BELLS TOLLING] Eight o'clock. [OLIVETTI SPEAKS IN ITALIAN] VITTORIA: Robert. [SPEAKING IN ITALIAN] No, no, here. It's an annulus. [POPPING] Which one is the Chigi Chapel? It's in one of these apses. [CLANGING] [BANGS] [GASPING] [WINGS FLAPPING] [MAN SPEAKING IN ITALIAN OVER RADIO] Pyramids in a Catholic church. This is it. This is the Chigi Chapel. [RATTLING] [DOOR CLOSES] [♪♪♪]
The demon's hole. But it's askew. Come here. Hand me your flashlight. OLIVETTI: What's that? [♪♪♪] YORUBA [IN LATIN]: I call as my witness Christ the Lord who will be my judge, that my vote is given to the one before God I think should be elected. [IN LATIN] I elect as the most high pontiff, Dominic Scolamiero. [WHISPERS IN ITALIAN] [STRAUSS SPEAKING IN LATIN] Edoardo Rossi. [IN ENGLISH] They are voting for themselves to prevent a majority. They are waiting for the preferiti to be rescued. Perhaps we should as well, yes? [CROWD CHATTERING] WOMAN: Not until the smoke is white will the College of Cardinals have chosen a new Holy Father. For now, the Vatican seat of ultimate power remains vacant. [♪♪♪] Get the body out of there, and search the rest of the building. Chartrand! CHARTRAND: Sir? RICHTER: Outside, a perimeter. Secure but invisible. No lights, no guns, nobody knows. Understand?
Yes, sir. RICHTER: I'm calling all off-duty. No information. Is it Raphael? The chapel is Raphael. But the sculptures are Bernini. The unknown Illuminati master Bernini? He worked for the Church. Almost exclusively. But the Illuminati were infiltrators. There wasn't a powerful organization on earth they didn't penetrate including the Vatican by hiding in plain sight. Habakkuk and the Angel. He's the prophet that predicted the annihilation of the Earth. LANGDON: "Let angels guide thee on thy lofty quest." This is the first marker. The path is alive. [♪♪♪] Southwest. It was pointing southwest. Earth, air, fire, water. We're looking for a Bernini sculpture having something to do with air. The second church is somewhere southwest of here. You're sure this time? I need a map showing all the churches of Rome. I could use it now. [♪♪♪] [♪♪♪] LANGDON:
All right, the purple areas with these black crosses represent the churches. But nothing intersects the line until it hits-- Until it hits St. Peter's. Michelangelo designed St. Peter's, not Bernini. Michelangelo designed the Basilica. Bernini designed St. Peter's Square. The second marker must be a statue in St. Peter's Square. It's 10 minutes till 9. Can you go any faster? Not unless you want the full attention of the world press. WOMAN 1 [IN ITALIAN]: There was no consensus after the first ballot, but Cardinal Baggia, the Italian, is the odds-on favorite... [IN SPANISH] There is no new Pope, but it is possible that Cardinal Guidera, the Spaniard, is the most probable... [IN POLISH] it is possible that Cardinal Ebner, from Germany, is the favorite... WOMAN 1 [IN ITALIAN]: Stem cell research is murder! [IN ITALIAN] You're condemning sick people to die. Man is not God. LANGDON: There, another obelisk. Check the crowd. It's almost 9. He's gotta be here already. There must be 100 statues up there. LANGDON: None of them are angels. Those are all saints. How in God's name would anyone create a sculpture about air? Bas-relief. Of course.
It's still a sculpture. Check the ground. Look at the carvings. Look for another having something to do with air. "West Ponente." West wind. Vittoria! Here it is. West wind. An angel blowing out five streaks of air. This is it. [YELLING IN ITALIAN] [BELL TOLLING] [WHISTLE BLOWING] [SCREAMING] WOMAN [IN ITALIAN]: Get the police! Call an ambulance! He's still alive. [BLOOD SPLATTERS] His chest. They punctured his lungs. [SPEAKING IN ITALIAN] RICHTER [IN GERMAN]: Clear the square. [OLIVETTI SPEAKING IN ITALIAN] [MAN SPEAKING IN ITALIAN OVER MEGAPHONE] CAMERLENGO: "--from within your walls to squeeze life from the Bishop of Rome." He's actually claiming responsibility for the death of His Holiness. That's ridiculous. He died of a stroke.
It implies the Illuminati murdered him with his own medication. What? Down here. "With man's solution we stilled his heart. With his own needle did we pierce his unholy veil." Did the Holy Father take any kind of medication by injection? Tinzaparin. He had thrombophlebitis. He took an injection every day. But no one knew that. Someone knew. Well, he had health concerns and seizures as well. But he took steps to make sure he was watched, for safety. He didn't want it made public, so we have no reason to discuss it. Tinzaparin is lethal in the wrong dosage. An overdose could cause massive internal bleeding and brain hemorrhages. It might look like a stroke at first, but in a few days his body would show signs. This could easily be examined. RICHTER: Ms. Vetra, in case you're not aware of it, papal autopsy is prohibited by Vatican law. We're not going to defile His Holiness's body just because his enemies claim-- Why would they send this letter now? CAMERLENGO: Well, to cause panic. "The sun will blind at midnight and neither police nor professors can stop it." He knows I'm here. Obviously they were hoping this letter would become public. We might be wise to preempt their next attempt by making an announcement of our own to refute this absurd claim. SIMEON: That's out of the question.
Cardinal Strauss has insisted this entire matter be kept internal. He shouldn't even be aware of it. He's locked in conclave. His final instructions before sealing the doors were very clear. Cardinal Strauss does not dictate Vatican protocols. As you say, yet, technically, now that conclave has begun, it's his privilege and duty to control public announcements. I've drafted a press release about the incident in the piazza, but any other statements are specifically prohibited. For that, Cardinal has asked me to remind you we have a chimney. [♪♪♪] Commander Richter, the search for the device? Well, we've turned the power on and off to about 20 percent of Vatican City. Nothing on the video yet. We're running out of options. How long would you need to evacuate everyone? If I pull all my men from the search for the bomb, 30 minutes. Mr. Langdon. You have been right so far about the path. It's now 9: 15. How quickly can you find the next church? The lines of breath on the carving pointed due east, directly away from Vatican City. But there were five of them, so there's room for error. About 20 churches intersect those lines. [MAN SPEAKS IN ITALIAN] None of them have names that invoke fire. So a Bernini sculpture must be inside one of them that does. We'll need to get back into the archives to find it. Would you escort Mr. Langdon? Yes, Father. [VITTORIA SPEAKS IN ITALIAN] Silvano's journals.
The killer's name could be in here. May I stay? Please. Fine, of course. Professor. Would it surprise you to find those clothes suit you? It would surprise the hell out of me. [♪♪♪] [IN ITALIAN] The Vatican is expressing sympathy for the mugging victim, a Düsseldorf tourist, now confirmed dead... [IN CANTONESE] The Vatican police have a suspect in custody... [IN FRENCH] The Vatican will allow the crowd back into St. Peter's Square where security will be doubled... The Vatican did admit that where there are crowds, so often follows crime. We're trying now to get the name of the tourist who was-- Oh, wait. MAN: Pan to the right. Keep panning. We're getting word now of smoke. Smoke from the Sistine Chapel chimney. Apparently there's been another vote. The smoke is black. Once again, the cardinals have failed to reach consensus and the Catholic Church remains without a leader. CHARTRAND: What are you looking for now? LANGDON: Church assets. I beg your pardon? Artwork. It's valuable. Corporations tend to keep track of their holdings.
The Catholic Church is not a corporation, it's a beacon. A source of inspiration for one billion lost and frightened souls. Sure, I get that. It's also a bank. Commander Olivetti said I was not to leave your side this time. It wasn't me, it was her. [IN SWISS GERMAN] Power is now cut to Zone 73. No light reaction on the monitor. Restore power and move on to 74. What sort of signs? I'm sorry? If the Holy Father was given an overdose of Tinzaparin, what signs would his body bear? Bleeding of the oral mucosa. His tongue. Postmortem, the blood congeals and turns the inside of the mouth black. Even after 14 days? It wouldn't show up until at least a week after his death. He was very important to me. Yeah, I understand. Will you come with me, please? [SPEAKING IN ITALIAN] Signore, would you organize a security team to escort Miss Vetra and myself down to the crypt? GUARD: Yes, sir. CAMERLENGO: We'll be leaving straightaway. [BREATHING HEAVILY] Do you smoke? A little bit. Then you better sit down before you keel over.
And what's all that right there? What does this say in Italian right here, next to the Ecstasy of Saint Teresa? Right there. "Moved at suggestion of the artist." "Moved"? To another church. At the suggestion of Bernini? CHARTRAND: I don't know. Here. Translate all of this for me and I'll buy you a pack of smokes. I'm looking for a reference to fire. Fires. "Seraphim," meaning "the fiery one." Right. CHARTRAND: "His great, golden spear, a point of fire." Then "woman left completely afire." LANGDON: Ecstasy of Saint Teresa. SaintTeresaon fire. So this sculpture was moved to this church? Why did they shut down the system? They know we're down here. CHARTRAND: if there's no power, there's no oxygen. LANGDON: Can we get out? The door is electronic. Oh, God. Well, that's disappointing. VITTORIA: Where are we going?
To see my father. I don't understand. CAMERLENGO: I was orphaned when I was 9 years of age. A bombing in Ulster. The UVF protesting the visit of a Catholic archbishop. The archbishop felt responsible, and he adopted me the following day. I was raised by him and by the Church. He was the wisest man I ever met. Even when I was young and stubborn, I wanted to be ordained. But I was brought up in Italy, so I also wanted to do my military service. I wanted to fight. He told me, "Learn to fly." So I joined the Aeronautica Militare, flew helicopters, bringing the wounded back to hospital. He was a great man. Your father died? Fourteen days ago. CHARTRAND [IN SWISS GERMAN]: Command, do you read me? Power is off. Oxygen is very low. Come in. Can you read me? Can you get anything? [IN ENGLISH] No. The walls are lead-lined. There's no signal. [BEEPING] [BREATHING] CAMERLENGO:
This way. If the Holy Father was murdered, the implications are profound. Vatican security is impenetrable. No one from the outside could have got anywhere near him. It was someone on the inside. And we can trust no one. MAN [IN SWISS GERMAN]: No light reaction on Zone 97. Based on the rate the battery is using power, the device will detonate just before midnight. Holy Father, when I was young, you told me the voice in my heart was God's voice. You said I should follow it, no matter how painful. Forgive me. Please. Give me strength. What I do, I do in the name of everything you believe. God help us. [TIRES SQUEALING] Santa Maria della Vittoria. Do you know it? Yes, I do. It's the next church. [♪♪♪] [SPEAKS IN ITALIAN] [SIREN WAILING] I think someone just tried to kill me. Professor, I promise you we had no idea-- He knows I'm here. Yes. You heard me ask permission. You gave me an escort.
Yes. But we had no idea that portions of our white zones were cross-wired with that building. Commander Richter was extending the search. If he had known the archives were on that grid, he never would have killed the power. Or there is the other possibility. Is it conceivable the Illuminati have infiltrated the Swiss Guard? Perhaps. The journals. Where are they? Who took the journals from this desk? [METAL RATTLING] BECK: Someone is here? What is this? Signore, this is unacceptable. For a camerlengo to enter the chapel once conclave has begun... Forgive me. There's been a development. [PEOPLE CHATTERING] [HORN HONKING] [IN ITALIAN] His Holiness Celestine V was murdered. Is it so hard to believe it could happen again? Signori, please a moment. Please, signori. Our Church is at war. We are under attack from an old enemy. The Illuminati. They have struck us from within. Murdering our Holy Father. And threatening us all with destruction at the hands of their new god, science.
They call it retribution. They think it justified. Because of the Church's attacks on men of science in the distant past. And it's true. Since the days of Galileo, this Church has tried to slow the relentless march of progress, sometimes with misguided means. But science and religion are not enemies. There are simply some things that science is just too young to understand. So the Church pleads, "Stop. Slow down. Think. Wait." And for this they call us backward. But who is more ignorant, the man who cannot define lightning or the man who does not respect its natural awesome power? The battle is well underway, signori. We must defend ourselves. But what if this time we fight their stealth with openness? Combat their wicked scheme with simple truth and end this brutish battle once and for all. If the outside world could see this Church as I do, looking beyond the ritual of these walls, they would see a modern miracle. A brotherhood of imperfect, simple souls, who want nothing more than to be voices of compassion in a world spinning out of control. Signori, I ask, I pray that you break this conclave. Open the doors, evacuate St. Peter's Square, and tell the world the truth. [SIREN WAILING] [BELLS TOLLING] [OLIVETTI YELLING IN ITALIAN] OLIVETTI [IN ITALIAN]: Oh, my God. Get him down! No! [SCREAMING]
There, there, that chain. On that pulley. This bench. Get this pew up here. Make a ladder. [GUNSHOTS] [GUNSHOTS] [DOORS BANG] [MEN YELL IN ITALIAN] Gendarmeria Vaticana. [GRUNTS] My son, God answers all prayers, but sometimes his answer is no. The College will not break conclave. May I suggest you direct your energies to helping the Swiss Guard find this explosive device, if it exists. And leave Church leadership to its leaders. SIMEON: Eminence. There is a growing fear that without the four preferiti, a two-thirds majority for any candidate will not be possible. Unless-- Speak plainly. It is the recommendation of many that you ask to be removed from your post as Great Elector, thereby making yourself eligible to wear the Ring of the Fisherman. Well, if it is God's will, may his will be done. [BANGING] [SPEAKING IN ITALIAN] FIREMAN: Signore, are you okay? [VITTORIA SPEAKING IN ITALIAN] [GUARD SPEAKING IN ITALIAN] Those journals are private property.
I demand that you return them to me. They're material evidence in a Vatican investigation. I am an Italian citizen. My rights do not end just because I crossed to the other-- This is not Italy. It's not even Rome, it's the Vatican. A country of its own with its own laws. And when those journals passed the border, they became my property. And I will give them back to you when I've decided they contain nothing of value to the investigation. Do you have something to hide, Comandante Richter? [CHUCKLES] Do you, Dr. Vetra? [GROANS] [MAN GROANING] Were it up to me, it would not be this way. It's a sin to kill with pain. It's a sin to kill without reason. Father, they make me a sinner. [♪♪♪] LANGDON: Saint Teresa on fire. VALENTI: Professor Langdon? What direction is that? West, I think. "'Cross Rome the mystic elements unfold." Piazza Barberini is here. Saint Teresa is here. Where is the Santa Maria del Popolo, the first alter of science? Santa Maria del Popolo? Yes.
Thank you. St. Peter's is here. We are here. [MAN SPEAKING IN ITALIAN OVER RADIO] A church with water... Wait, wait, wait. "'Cross Rome." The poem must mean it literally, cross Rome. Professor, Commander Richter has ordered me to escort you to the Vatican immediately. Piazza Navona. Earth. Air. Fire. Water. Cross Rome. Bernini's Four Rivers. VALENTI: Professor Langdon, the Vatican insists that I have to take you back immediately. The Vatican is about to see its fourth cardinal murdered tonight. Now, look. You can do as they say and force me back to the Vatican, where we can all mourn his death together. Or you can show how real cops act, and take me to the Piazza Navona, where we still might be able to stop it. Oh, by all means, let's talk it over. In 14 minutes, he's gonna be dead. This way, professor. Yes, Padre? At 11 : 15, if the Church is still in peril, give the order to evacuate the cardinals. But with dignity. Let them walk out into St. Peter's Square with their heads held high. I don't want the last image of this Church to be of frightened old men sneaking out the back door.
"Let angels guide thee..." There it is. There it is. Professor, I know this fountain. There is no angel on it. The dove. The Angel of Peace. And it's looking in what direction? East, I think. [SPEAKING IN ITALIAN] Professor, just wait here. Stay put. [IN ITALIAN] Good evening. Can you help me? I'm waiting for a doctor. [SILENCED GUNSHOTS] Come here. [IN ITALIAN] Stay calm. Don't shoot. [SILENCED GUNSHOT] [BELL TOLLING] [♪♪♪] Hey! Help! Somebody help! Help, somebody! [♪♪♪] [WOMAN YELLS IN ITALIAN] Cardinal Baggia? Cardinal Baggia.
Where was he hiding you? The Church of Illumination, where is it? Castel- - Castel Sant'Angelo. Castle of the Angel. CHARTRAND: Sir, there's news about Cardinal Baggia. The cardinal told Langdon he was being held in Castel Sant'Angelo. If Langdon's right, that's where the bomb is. Send everyone we can spare. And you? I'm staying here. [♪♪♪] Vittoria. You're all right. I'm all right. What about you? I just heard about Olivetti on the radio. I'm all right, I'm okay. [SPEAKING IN ITALIAN] Robert, we can't trust Richter. He took Silvano's journals. There must be something in there he doesn't want us to see. The head of the Swiss Guard. Castel Sant'Angelo, it's close enough so the wireless signal from that camera could still reach the Vatican. The Church of Illumination is somewhere here. Your canister is inside it. [♪♪♪] [MEN SPEAKING IN ITALIAN] Come with me.
LANGDON: For 400 years, the Illuminati met right under the Church's nose. The Vatican used this as a hideout and as a prison for their enemies. If the explosion happens here, would the blast radius take out the Vatican? And part of Rome along with it. Go on. They're pointing to it. The angels. The canister must be down there. Come on. [MEN SPEAKING IN ITALIAN] Where are they going? Back. To search the outer castle. No, no. It has to be here! Robert, it's a dead end. No, it's not. See if you can find a flashlight. All of these stones are rectangular granite. Except right here. What is this? It's a pentagram. An eye that leads to... LANGDON: Nowhere. Robert? These walls overlap and there's a passageway back here. Here, let me have the flashlight. [♪♪♪]
[COUGHING] It's a passageway that leads to the Vatican. An ancient escape route. My God. Here. Look. LANGDON: This would be the perfect place for the Illuminati to blow the whole building up. Here. Here. Get on the radio. Get the word out. Conclave remains sealed. But the camerlengo gave the order for evacuation at-- I'm countermanding it. LANGDON: This is it. This is their church. VITTORIA: The canister should be lit by artificial light. It's not here, Robert. "A shining star at the end of the path." it has to be. VITTORIA: it's not here. What did the poem say? LANGDON: Nothing. Nothing, it's all over. It was just the four lines, each one describing the... There's a fifth brand.
It's not an ambigram, it's just two crossed keys. VITTORIA: The symbol for the Vatican. No. No, the papacy. They intend to kill him. Before they destroy the Vatican, they're gonna kill and brand the pope himself. There is no pope. Tempe sede vacante. ll camerlengo. We have to warn him. Take a step back, please. Take your cell phone from your pocket. Throw it in the fire. Murderer. You know, when they call me, and they all call me, it is so important to them that I know that what they ask is the Lord's will. Or Allah's, or Yahweh's. And I suppose they're right. Because if he was not vengeful, I would not exist, now, would I? I've had several chances to eliminate you tonight. You're still alive because you have no weapon and they didn't ask me to kill you, but if you pursue me, it is another matter. Be careful. These are men of God. The camerlengo. Have you come to make me a martyr? Here. Here. Here. [♪♪♪] [PEOPLE SCREAMING]
I need to see the camerlengo. He is not available. I demand to see the camerlengo! He is not available. We'll see about that. LANGDON: All locked up. Senza chiave, it's a one-way portal. The only entrance is on the other side. No! Hey! [IN SWISS GERMAN] I don't care who he talks to. He doesn't go into that room. [BANGING] [LANGDON VITTORIA YELLING] LANGDON: This is Robert Langdon and Dr. Vetra! Open the door! Open up! Open the door! Hey! The camerlengo is in danger. [CAMERLENGO YELLS] He's the one! He's got a gun! Illuminatus! You bastard. Illuminatus! Sanctimonious bastard! [GUNSHOTS]
[CAMERLENGO GROANING] Order the evacuation. We only have 19 minutes. Here, he's-- Get the helicopter for the older cardinals. Yes, sir. VITTORIA: Robert? The brand, the symbol, could it have another meaning? Crossed keys. But those are upside down. St. Peter. The first pope was crucified upside down. On Vatican Hill. A few hundred feet below us. Necropolis, city of the dead. "Upon this rock I will build my church." LANGDON: Or bring it down upon itself. The bomb is in St. Peter's tomb. [SPEAKING IN ITALIAN] CHARTRAND: The grid is still cycling. The power to this section must be down. [BEEPING] It must be here. It must be. Don't touch it. We have seven minutes. Robert, hold this.
It's cold down here, isn't it? What's wrong? VITTORIA: Cold decreases battery life. We may have less than five minutes. So? If I pull the power with less than five minutes, the residual charge won't hold suspension. We should leave it here and get clear if we can. At least down here, the damage-- No! VITTORIA: No, wait! LANGDON: Father! WOMAN: We are live here at St. Peter's Square, where despite a bomb threat and an order of evacuation, the crowd is actually growing in size as we await an official announcement from the Vatican spokesman as to the exact nature of the threat and whether or not they are treating it as a credible danger. [♪♪♪] This way. [SPEAKS IN ITALIAN] A bomb? CAMERLENGO: Roberto, there's an emergency. I'll take her up alone. MAN: He's got clearance. Oh, my God. [BEEPING] [CROWD MURMURING] [PEOPLE SCREAMING] LANGDON:
Get down! [♪♪♪] [GRUNTING] [CROWD APPLAUDING] Cardinal Strauss? [IN SWISS GERMAN] it was the camerlengo. He saved us all! He saved the church and he is alive. Praise God. Praise God. He is alive. He sacrificed himself for all of us. It's so incredible. He survived. You know, the worst thing we thought would happen was that our work would fall into the hands of the energy companies. We thought we could change the world. So naive. No, no. Not naive. Innocent, maybe. But that's not a crime. I'm not so sure. Go back to work. Change the world. [PEOPLE SINGING IN ITALIAN] [COLBERT SPEAKING IN FRENCH] COLBERT: A gift. Do you understand what I'm saying? For Catholics, for everyone.
BECK: Camerlengo's age shouldn't be an obstacle. Signori, you are no doubt aware that by holy law the man is ineligible for election to the papacy. He is not a cardinal, he is a priest. He is of insufficient age. Well, maybe there's a way we could consider the possibilities. I am sorry. The protocols of conclave are not subject to modification. I will not call a ballot on this matter. But, signore, you would not call the ballot. Surely you remember you gave up your post as Great Elector. BECK: They are singing in St. Peter's Square. And what happened here tonight transcends our laws. Does it? Is it God's will that we give ourselves over to frenzy? Discard the rules of the Church? Perhaps we need not discard them. Signore, I am thinking now of Romano Pontifici Eligendo, Numero Sessanta-- Acclamation by Adoration. [SPEAKS IN ITALIAN] BECK: if the Holy Spirit speaks through us and we call a man's name out loud-- That is election by adoration. He's God's choice. PUGINI: Yes. And the candidate need only be an ordained member of the clergy, present in the Sistine Chapel at the moment of his election. I think we have it settled. [MEN CHATTERING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGES] Signore Camerlengo.
Yes? GUARD: The cardinals ask you to join them in conclave as soon as possible. Me? GUARD: Yes, Padre. What are you doing? Silvano's journals. I want them back. Richter said His Holiness suffered from seizures, but steps were taken for safety. "Made sure he was watched," he said. What if he was trying to give me this key? That's the papal office. If the pope was worried about seizures, he must have had Richter install cameras without telling anyone. To keep an eye on him. For safety. Maybe it records. RICHTER: I read thejournals, Patrick. CAMERLENGO: The scientist keptjournals. So? RICHTER: Well, you figure prominently in them. CAMERLENGO: Really? RICHTER: Bentivoglio wasn't just a physicist he was also a Catholic priest. And as such, he was deeply conflicted about the implications of his work and in need of spiritual guidance.
Like Galileo. About a month ago, he requested an audience with the pope, but you know that. Because you granted the audience, and you were also present during it. The God particle. To actually claim an act of creation. The blasphemy. The arrogance. The Holy Father didn't see it like that. He urged him to go public. His Holiness thought that the discovery could actually scientifically prove the existence of a divine power and begin to bridge the gap between science and religion. His work was not religious, it was sacrilegious. But you... You saw the pope's position as a softening of Church law. As an old man's weakness. Your father's weakness. You murdered the Vicar of Christ. He raised me to protect this Church, even from within. And then you conjured up an old enemy from the past. The Illuminati. You found the ancient brands in the papal vaults, and put them to use. To spread fear. The cardinals are men of belief. Right now, their belief in evil is uniting them. The entire Catholic world will be united by this attack. There is no attack. You're trying to convince the cardinals they're in a war so they will choose a warrior to lead them. We are at war. We're weak when we should be strong. If science is allowed to claim the power of creation, what is left for God? It didn't work, Patrick.
It isn't finished. Oh, yes, it's finished. It's finished. I've shown the journals to Father Simeon. The moment the doors to the conclave open, he will tell the cardinals what you've done. I was planning on doing this alone. Put it down. [♪♪♪] But perhaps it's better that you're here. Put it down. Put it away. [YELLS] [BANGING] Help! He's the one! He's got a gun! Illuminatus! SIMEON: You bastard. Illuminatus! Sanctimonious bastard! [GUNSHOTS] [♪♪♪] CAMERLENGO [ON VIDEO]: And get the helicopter for the older cardinals, right? VITTORIA: Robert? The brand, the symbol could it have another meaning? I've been summoned by the College of Cardinals. [♪♪♪]
Gently, but within our walls. [SPEAKS IN SWISS GERMAN] [DOORS OPEN] Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit. [SCREAMING] [CROWD CHEERING] WOMAN: Church sources now confirm that Camerlengo Father Patrick McKenna has died of internal injuries sustained in his heroic fall. [IN SPANISH] Crowds of the faithful are calling for the camerlengo's immediate canonization and sainthood. The Vatican also announced the death of three of its cardinals in the fire at Santa Maria della Vittoria. MAN: --as we await the appearance of the new Holy Father, Cardinal Baggia of Italy, one of the four original preferiti, who, despite terrorist attempts, at disruption, seems to have been selected in one of the swiftest and smoothest conclaves in modern Church history. Professor Langdon? Please. [♪♪♪] A token of thanks from His Holiness and from his new camerlengo. We are grateful you saved his life. And it's our understanding that you require this text to complete your scholarly work. We ask only that in your last will and testament you ensure it finds its way home. Of course. STRAUSS: And when you write of us, and you will write of us, may I ask one thing? Do so gently. I'll try. Religion is flawed but only because man is flawed. All men, including this one. He chose the name Luke. There's been many Marks and Johns, never a Luke. STRAUSS: it's said he was a doctor.
It's quite a message, science and faith all in one. The world is in need of both. You will counsel him wisely. I am an old man. I will counsel him briefly. Mr. Langdon, thanks be to God for sending someone to protect his Church. I don't believe he sent me, Father. Oh, my son, of course he did. [♪♪♪] [♪♪♪] [CROWD CHEERING] [♪♪♪] [♪♪♪] You've blocked all access, Philippe. You are terrified because you gave it your all. The accelerator should never create antimatter. It's only three cylinders under high security. I only ask you to wait. We can't wait any longer. Antimatter is only the beginning. We will have free access. But listen, even with proper calibration, we might not be prepared. Just call the director. Stop this. This will not blast us to the other side, so, please. Vittoria, what did Phillipe want? He about shitted. We should still wait. What do you think?
It's now or never. Trigger is set. Collision is imminent. Fusion commenced. We are back online. The merger may be any time. We have created antimatter. The unknown has been created. Silvano, we have succeeded. We are now in God's hands, Vittoria. I am on my way. Back to the Vatican. No majority in the first vote, but Cardinal Baggia from Italy is the clear favorite... Still no new Pope, but Cardinal Guidera from Spain has the best chance... The more conceivable candidate could be Cardinal Ebner from Germany... Stem cell research is murder! You condemn sick people to death. Man is not God. The Vatican expressed its sympathy with the families of the victim. A tourist from Düsseldorf, whose death is confirmed. Vatican police have arrested a suspect... The investigation is completed. Vatican will permit access to St. Peter's again, with strict security measures. Power in zone 3 is disabled. No response on the screen. Power on zone 3 again and continue with zone 4. Headquarters, you hear me? The flow is completed. Oxygen level is very low. - Answer, please.
Anybody hear me? On my screen, no response in zone 7. We rechon that the battery will soon be empty and the device will explode shortly before midnight. Get him down. Vatican Police. Here! I hear someone. Remove the lid. Come on. I know he is there. Madam, it is necessary that you remain quiet. Don't tell me that I should remain calm. I want to know what he will do. Commander, here's Ms. Vetra. Good evening. Can you help me? I need a doctor. No. Hey! Help! This is Robert Langdon and Dr. Vetra. Open the door. He's got a bomb with him. A bomb? Cardinal Strauss? It was the Camerlengo. He has saved us all. He has saved the Church and he's still alive. He's on your side. The Catholic church thanks Camerlengo for his selfless act and demands his immediate canonization.
The Vatican has also confirmed the deaths of three Cardinals and the fire in the Santa Maria della Vittoria. [ indistinct voices ] [ bottles clink, indistinct voices continue ] Mel? What the...? - Mel? - Hmm? What happened in the study? I was looking for something. Who's that? It's me. SEAN: That's not you. - MEL: The baby's me. - Who's the girl? Sandra. Aunt Elaine's daughter. Aunt Elaine doesn't have a daughter. Not now. She's dead. Jesus, Mel. What did you take? Is there a reason why you're up at 4:00 in the morning off your face and watching movies of dead people? [ voices echo ] It's OK, Mel. You're gonna be OK. [ news plays on radio ] [ sighs ]
Noosa, hey? It looks great. Let's go. Come on, Dad. We'll pack a bag, strike a match, burn the rest of this shit and go live on the dole in Noosa. - Don't be stupid. - I'm serious! Let's go. - Jesus. - Why not, Dad? You're at uni, Amy. You're really going. Single return fare, 14 nights accommodation. It's just a quote. Yeah, just a quote. No harm in dreaming. - No, it's just a $1,500 dream. - Yeah. So I decide I want to go, I'll work it out. I'll get the money from somewhere. Well, I'm going back to bed, 'cause I worked hard last night. Surprise. Graeme Newland. Accounts. How could I forget? Heard you were working here. Oh, you did, did you? I'm a grower. Prince William, he's a grower. Not a shower.
I'm sure he is. So how are you enjoying your new job. Well, it's a breath of fresh air, actually, after the bullshit of advertising. Fascinating - 'cause I assumed there'd be a certain amount of dishonesty associated with this kind of work. I'm definitely not planning on sharing this with Jennifer. Well, that's you lying to your wife, Graeme. What's happening between you and me, I think we know exactly what's going on. Don't you? So... any special requests, Graeme Newland, Accounts? Well, I was going to... I was... I was hoping you might pretend to be my PA. And you'd dress - I don't know - less like a... Draft a memo to the board. I need a second issue of shares or I'm going to seriously consider the other offers I've had. Read that back to me. "I need a second issue of the shares "or I'm going to seriously consider the other offers I've had." [ gasps ] Yeah. Told you I was a grower, didn't I? Yes, you did, Mr Newland. Can I sit there and you on top? Who's a pencil dick now, hey, Webster? What did you just say? I was just, um... You don't mention Daniel's name in here. No? Why not?
You just don't. And if you don't like that, I'm happy to show you and your Prince William the door. [ resigned ] Alright. [ murmurs ] Portal. Rostral. Rostral? Help me out here. Small animal anatomy. - I'm gonna assume you're joking. - Nope. [ sighs ] Oh, you've got that "I need a shower" look. - What did he do to you? - Oh, nothing like that. I used to work with him. Why does it feel worse? Than with a stranger? Different tape running in your head. One that actually cares what they think of you. Here's a newsflash - it's none of your business what other people think. Yeah, 'cause the truth is, you may as well have been a blow-up doll. [ sighs ] Come on! He wasn't in there screwing you, he was screwing the boss. Amy, for someone so smart, sometimes you can be as dumb as a bag of hammers. What? ! I was just trying to make her feel better. Yeah, well, I'll see you there.
Yep, OK. Well, if anything changes, just let me know. OK, thank you. Bye. - Morning. - You look very chipper. If I was as off my face as you were last night I'd be in bed till Wednesday. Well, that's 'cause you're a lightweight. Do I need to worry? It was a few happy pills and too much red wine. Yeah, see, I've done that before and I haven't ended up obsessing about messages from dead people. What were you looking for, anyway? Oh, deeds to the apartment. You gave them to me last week. You asked me to put them in a safe place. We were in the kitchen. Oh, crap. - Is this yours? - It's a present. For...? Oh. Nat. - [ clears throat ] - What, don't you like it? I've made some coffee. Do you want some? Is it tacky? - Mel! - I don't know, Sean.
Erotic homewares aren't exactly my thing. I'm sure Nat will love it. It's not cheap, you know. It is handpainted. Now, my stuff will be out of here at the end of the week. Deeds. Oh, thank you. Now, do you need me to take a picture of me giving them to you? You are the only person in my will at the moment, Sean. Don't ruin it. - Is that right? - Mmm. [ laughs ] Don't get too excited. By the end of the day you'll inherit - oh, what? - next to nothing. What time's the auction? I need to go now. What are you doing? I'm coming to cheer. Ah, no. I don't need a cheer squad. I know. Hey! You know you can stay here as long as you need, alright? Thank you. But I don't want to cramp your style. I can't here you and Nat hiding the penis salt and pepper shakers 'cause boring old Mel's hanging around like a bad smell, can I? - Deeds! - Oh! Thank you!
- Raa! - Ooh! [ laughs ] [ mobile phone rings ] Omar. We're not going to be able to hold this off much longer. Did you actually do any advertising? [ laughs ] It's a purchasers' market. They can afford to be choosy. [ clears throat ] - Hey, Kegan. - Hello. Doesn't one of your wives live in a village near here? Lona. No, she moved down to the river. How many wives does he have? About seven or eight, at the last count. He's a travelling man, you see. He covers a lot of ground. Merith. She lives in a village at the edge of the giant trees. Can she cook? It's not her strongest point, but hear, I tell you. Just have her bring provisions. Magnificence there reckons he can cook. We'll soon see. Plenty more if you're still hungry. Out of my way. Let me get at it. - Well?
- Well, what? Who's the girl then? Her village was burned. She'd nowhere to go, so I took her in. Look at her one more time, and I'll throw her out! Merith! Oh, my sweet. She doesn't hold a candle to you. - She's not even pretty. - Yeah? Now, look, petal, "faithful" is my middle name. You must eat something. I'm not hungry. Please, for me. Thank you. What troubles you? You have chosen a paltry kingdom on an insignificant planet. And love. Love is fleeting. Power is eternal. Such is my power. It can be yours. I don't want your power. Do not let my form frighten you. Lyssa. I can assume any form I wish. Any form you wish. There's no love in that form. And you think there's love in your boy king? I've not held a man in my arms since my lover left.
This is a lie! I know how painful it is to be far from your lover. He will betray you. Comfort me for one night. He will not. I can't betray my bride. Then he will die. Let me comfort you. I can't accept comfort when she has none. You will not then? I cannot. My master said: "Make him betray her. If not, kill him." Yes, he is my master. These talons were a heartbeat away from your throat. I could have killed you in an instant. But, in the hour I knew you, I loved you. It is you who are betrayed. Power is fleeting. Love is eternal. Remember me. Consider this power. If you consent to be my queen... I will halt the attacks of the Slayers. It is in your power to stop the killing and burning. Each hour you delay, more innocent people will be killed. Think on it. Hurry, Colwyn. I seek the Widow!
Enter here and die. Lyssa! Lyssa! Who speaks that name? It is I, Ynyr! I give you this time. Lyssa. I was young when I last heard that name. I was young when I last spoke it to you. And my face was as beautiful as my name. And I loved you, Lyssa, with all my heart. But you would not stay with me. - There were responsibilities, duty... - Ambition. You had a son. We had a son. But you said nothing. Where is he? I killed him when he was born. And this is my punishment. My son? Since I could not kill you, my rage needed a victim. I know you can never forgive me. I cannot forgive myself. I have already forgiven you. You can never forgive a woman who has killed your son. If I had not... could I see you now as I saw you then? And allow me to see through your eyes. How could I have left you? Your vision is your gift to me.
And your vision could be your gift to me. - What can I see for you? - The Black Fortress, where does it rise? Tomorrow... in the Iron Desert. But the knowledge is useless, for you can't leave here. No man has ever escaped the Web. There is a young girl being held in the Fortress. A young girl with your name. A young man seeks her. The age I was when... you and I met. When you and I loved. What you ask is beyond my power. It can be turned only once. That is the Law of the Web. Then the second Lyssa will share your fate. She will die, grow old and lonely. She will die in a place of darkness. This world will be a place of darkness. These are the sands of my life. Accept them and the spider will have no power to harm you. But your own life runs out with the sand. What about your life? I give it to the girl who bears my name. I cannot stop the sand. You cannot stop time. Go now. Save the other Lyssa. At sunrise... At sunrise... the Black Fortress will appear... in the Iron Desert. It will remain there until sunrise of the following day.
You must... You must reach it. We'll reach it. You'll be with us. No. No, my... race is run. Use your power wisely. Do not squander it. I learned the power from you. I won't forget. We'll bury him here. The Iron Desert's 1,000 leagues from here. Fire mares. Fire mares can travel 1,000 leagues in a day. There's time if we move quickly. That's it. Drive them back! The grey is the leader! Hold him! Come on! Come on! I've got you. Gentle as a baby! - Saddle the others, quickly! - Right! Come on. Hold still! Stand still, you beast! Take good care of him. - Why doesn't he come?
- It's his time to die. If he's going to die anyway, why doesn't he come with us? No. He must stay here and accept his fate. If he opposes it, he'll bring great pain on himself. Steady! I must remain here. Is it time? You've done enough, Rell. Stay here. Each to his fate. Each to his fate. Rell, I'll ride with you. I have to stay here, my friend. We had no time. Hold on! There it is! Yes, and only madmen would want to get this close to it. We're going to get a lot closer. And quickly. It's almost dawn. We must get inside before the twin suns rise. Rhun, get back! I was wrong. The journey was worthwhile. Finish it... - We'll have to rush them. - No, wait! We'll be picked off as soon as we move. Colwyn, look.
Follow him! Come on! Kegan! Mind the boy! Get your axe in the opening! It's no use. This is my time. Keep moving! Which way? Look out! - My travelling days are over, my friend. - We'll get you out of here. Here's where I stay. Lead on. I can't hold him! Throw us a rope! Slayers! I'm going down. Go! Get back! - Come out! - No, wait! There is nothing we can do. Get out! From here, I must go on alone. Go where? There's no way in. There is one way. We must find the others, Ergo. They've stopped.
Bardolph, let it go! Look out! 'Lyssa! .Colwyn! Not here, Colwyn. He's too powerful. You must fight him away from the centre. The Glaive is gone. I have no way to fight him. Colwyn, it's not the Glaive, it's you. No, Lyssa, it's us. It's us he can't defeat. It won't return to me except from the hand of the woman I choose as my wife. I give it only to the man whom I choose as my husband. Take the fire from my hand. We have to find the others. Come on! I won't leave you, Ergo. - Bardolph? - Look, over here! That's Ergo. He may still be alive. Let's get out of here. He risked his life to save us. We can't leave him here if there's even a chance he's alive. Come on, let's get you out of here. Stand back! Help them down! He'll be all right. - You are his queen?
- Yes. - Then we've won. - Yes. Oh, boy! I should have stuck to puppies! I think... it's time we unlocked those manacles. I thought I'd keep them as a memento of our journey. The key's yours. Only the king and his lord marshal carry this key. That's right. A girl of ancient name shall become queen. She shall choose a king, and together they shall rule our world... and their son shall rule the galaxy. This, it was given me to know: that many worlds have been enslaved by the Beast and his army, the Slayers. And this, too, was given me to know: that the Beast would come to our world, the world of Krull and his Black Fortress would be seen in the land that the smoke of burning villages would darken the sky and the cries of the dying echo through deserted valleys. But one thing I cannot know: whether the prophecy be true that a girl of ancient name shall become queen that she shall choose a king, and that together they shall rule our world and that their son shall rule the galaxy. Father! Colwyn should have been here by now. He may be forced to travel through the forests and the stone country. All the passes and the roads are held by the Slayers. Colwyn may not get through. That would please you? I sent men to help. But I see no reason for an alliance with our ancient enemies. Father, the invaders are destroying our world. We must have the alliance. Only if we're united, do we stand a chance against them.
Then, I'll make a treaty with King Turold. It's not necessary for you to marry his son. It's the only way to guarantee the alliance. The marriage is my choice. If it were anyone but Turold's son. Colwyn is a great fighter. Good fighters make bad husbands. Perhaps. Horsemen approaching! Open the gate! We sent to you for help. None came. Twenty men were despatched to you. We've lost 300 getting here. I didn't choose this marriage, Turold. Nor did I, Eirig. I chose it! Your daughter chose it. It'll be done. And you'll lead this army with mine against the Slayers? Whatever army I have, I'll lead against them until I've won or I'm dead. I have chosen well. So have I. Your journey was hard? But necessary. -lt may already be too late. -lt's not too late. is this where the ceremony will be? Tonight at moonrise. My father says that good fighters make bad husbands.
-That depends. -On what? On whether you expect a husband to follow you around jump every time you clap your hands. Wouldn't you jump for me? No, of course not. You're a warrior. From this day, my kingdom is no more. Nor mine. A single kingdom under our children. Agreed. I give fire to water. It will not return, except from the hand of the woman I choose as my wife. I take fire from water. I give it only to the man whom I choose as my husband. Take the fire from my hand. Call the roll, guards! -Slayers! -Arm yourselves! -We'll fight together. -No. ls there a safe way out? -An underground passage. -Come on! My place is with you. -Do you love me? -Of course I love you. Then go. Colwyn, hurry back to me. Everyone in the centre of the room, get back! Take it! Here!
Colwyn! Lyssa! Colwyn! Colwyn! Father! Lyssa! She's alive. Where? Stay still! Where? For now, beyond your reach. Who are you? I am Ynyr. The old one. Well, not as old as all that. You've come down from the Granite Mountains. Yes. I am needed now. Father! There's no time now for grief. You haven't lost a father and a bride on the same day. Nor have I become king on that day. I have no kingdom. Your kingdom may be greater than you know. I give it to you, old man, and welcome to it. I came to find a king and I find a boy instead. Lyssa? They will hold her in the Black Fortress. Can you lead me to it? You must have help. I'll find men on the way.
In the Fortress, you will face more than the Slayers. You will face the Beast, who is their leader. He can be killed. Perhaps. But no man has ever seen him and lived. You will need more than men and swords. You will need the power of the Glaive. The Glaive is nothing but an ancient symbol. It doesn't really exist. It exists, up there. In a cave on the highest peak. Without the Glaive, you will never be able to reach Lyssa. I need weapons, not symbols. Once, the Glaive was a very powerful weapon. It can be so again. But only in the hands of the right man. For only the right man can retrieve the Glaive. Am I that man? I wish I knew. I cannot go with you. Don't worry. lf it's there, I'll come back with it. If you do not come back with it you'll not come back at all. You have been brought here for a marriage. I am the king you will choose. Do not use it until you need it. -How will I know when? -You'll know. If you lead me to the Black Fortress, I'll use it soon enough. That will not be so easy. At each sunrise, the Black Fortress moves.
Sometimes it is in the mountains, sometimes in the desert sometimes in the sea. Never the same place twice. But you told me you knew where to find it! There are kingly virtues other than bravery. Courtesy is one of them. I'm sorry. It's the thought of Lyssa there. I, too, was young once. I, too, loved as you do. But your love will be luckier than mine. What I told you is that I knew how to find the Fortress and that is by seeking the vision of the blind Emerald Seer. But his place isn't known either. It is known to me. It is a day's journey from here. Come. Help! Help! I'm drowning! This might have been quicksand! I might have been sucked to my death while you stood there gawking! Where is this place? The forest near the Granite Mountains. Blast! 1,000 miles off course. I was rushed. There was a difference of opinion concerning a gooseberry pie. The man left it sitting on his windowsill. -What did he expect? -Perhaps he expected to eat it. For that rudeness, lout, I think I'll turn you into a bat.
Might teach you some manners to hang upside down for an hour or two. The Hill People lack the power to do harm. We shall see about that, old man. We'll see about that! No, that's a recipe for hot fudge sauce. It'll have to be a goose. Fat and ugly. Very fat. Very ugly. From that, you see what I could've done to you if I were a vengeful man. You may leave me now. Dear, dear. Let me see now.... The forest is not safe. You'd best travel with us! Me, travel with you? Do you know who I am? No. I am Ergo the Magnificent. Short in stature, tall in power narrow of purpose and wide of vision. And I do not travel with peasants and beggars. Goodbye. Wait! Wait for me! I've just remembered I have urgent business in this direction. What business? Staying alive. I will allow you to go wherever you please within these walls. For this is the palace from which you will rule this world and countless others. You cannot escape me.
You will be my queen. You're no great chooser of roads, old man. This way will save us half a day's travel. Robbers. They're men, we don't know yet whether they're robbers. Faces that ugly could only belong to robbers. Don't worry. I'll turn them all into pigs. You're surrounded by 100 men! 100 is not enough! What have we here? A fighter! Besides, you're short about 90 men. Let's just kill them and be done with it. Soft, Rhun! I don't kill men without good reason. Nor do I. And be thankful for it. You're escaped prisoners. Every one. Slaves, bandits, fighters and brawlers. Desperate men. -As desperate as you'll ever see. -Good. Those are the kind of men I need. You need? Well, see, these men follow no man but me and I follow no man at all. -Would you follow a king? -A king? There are many lunatics wandering through the country claiming to be kings. Would you follow a king to the Black Fortress?
Now I know you're a lunatic. I wouldn't follow my own father to the Black Fortress. -lf he could find it! -He wouldn't be so foolish. is it foolish to defend your world? To fight for your homes and families? If the invaders conquer, you'll be slaves with the rest of us. Noble sentiments, but we fight for profit. -You know what I mean? -The profit's freedom. And fame. Freedom? But we have it. And fame, it's an empty purse. Count it, go broke eat it, go hungry seek it and go mad. That is true. But this fame and this freedom you could leave to your sons. How did you know I had sons? If the Slayers conquer Krull, your sons will be enslaved forever. I have no sons, but I will go with you. The boy shames you all. Only the king and the lord marshal have the keys to these manacles. -You don't look like a lord marshal. -No. You look about the right age to be Turold's son. The exact age. Torquil, you're growing old. Your brain's softening. Nine men like you are worth an army. If we succeed, unlock them.
Otherwise, I'll die with them. Well, you heard him! We're now an army! An unpaid army. You got a problem, Rhun? Can't a man even talk to himself without being interrupted? Let's go! -Come along! -Nennog! Move! Gooseberries! Ergo! Ynyr, help! Horrible! There was a terrible creature over there. And over there, a creature with only one eye. -One eye? -A Cyclops. He was aiming a spear straight at me. Had it been so, you would now be dead. He was aiming at a Slayer for they have ancient hatred between them. Long ago, his ancestors lived in a world far from Krull. And had two eyes like other men. Then they made a bargain with the Beast who is the leader of the Slayers. They gave up one of their eyes in exchange for the power to see into the future. But they were cheated. For the only future they are permitted to see is the time of their own death. They're sad, solitary creatures, born to know the day they will die. Today would have been my day, if it hadn't been for him. Up you go.
We three will go on. The rest will remain here. We four will go on. I'm not staying behind with these criminals! We four will go. He marches us towards a solid face of rock. The man has raisins in his braincase. I recognise an old friend. Mad. They're all mad! We seek the Black Fortress. Such a vision will be opposed. Who seeks it? The new king. With an old voice? You know the voice? Yes, my friend. We're trying to find the-- I will seek the Fortress for you. -Got any sugarballs? -No. -Gumdrops? -No. What kind of boy are you? Boys always have candy. I have a cinnamon bar. Share and share alike. I am Ergo the Magnificent. Short in stature, tall in power, narrow of purpose and wide of vision. That is very impressive. I should hope so.
I'm Titch. That's not impressive, but adequate. The Black Fortress. Where is it? Are you all right? Yes. The Beast does not like curious Seers poking into his affairs. His power is too great for you to overcome? Yes. Here. But there is one place where his power cannot reach. The Emerald Temple. Yes. ln that place, he cannot oppose my vision. Will you travel there with us? It is in the Great Swamp: a treacherous place. Our need is great. The Temple is at the centre of the Swamp, where three trees grow as one. How can anything grow in that place? It smells of death. Death and power are close cousins. Don't think I like your relatives, old man. Have a look. The profit of this journey. They're worth a fortune. Maybe. To someone who's very nearsighted. What? But they were emeralds. Hey, Rhun, emeralds.
I swear it! They were emeralds! Rocks in our pockets and gravestones above our heads is all we'll get from this. Slayers! -From the lake! -Take cover! -Over here! -Get down. Get down there! Quick, over there! Colwyn! Over here! That's the second time you've saved my life. -l am Ergo. -The Magnificent. Hasn't he got a name? His name is Rell. He visits the Seer sometimes. He doesn't speak much. So I've noticed. Except to be sarcastic to people who wish to be friends. Or jest with those who already are his friends. My name is no jest, beanpole. lt's nice to have a short name if you're 20 feet tall but small people need large names to give them weight. Your actions give you weight, my friend. I saw you save the boy from a spear. That's what friends are supposed to do for each other. Quite so. You've been with us for a long way now. Since the beginning. When I learned that the Old One had come down I knew that the time had come.
Join us, then. All men need company. Yes. All men. That way. If I had my wish, I'd be out of this gloomy place right away. If I really had my wish, I'd be sitting on top of a gooseberry pie as big as a mountain. No, that's a bit greedy. I'll settle for one as big as a house. I'd wish for a puppy. Only one puppy? If you're wishing, why not wish for 100? I only want one. That's a foolish wish. And you, Rell, what would you wish for? Ignorance. No! -Nennog! -Help! Help him! The ground. lt's sinking! It is the power of the Beast. -Link up! Make a chain! -Help! Get me out! Rhun, get hold of him! Hurry! -Hang on! -Pull!
Give me the axe! Here! Pull! Pull! I'm slipping! Pull it! Menno! Help me! Get me out! Help me! Menno! Keep still! Don't struggle! Hold on! Reach! Keep still, Menno! Don't struggle! Pull! Menno! is that you, Titch? -How far to the Temple? -Not far now. Stay here, make sure we're not being followed. -l will stay. -Be careful. Thank you. I'll lead the Seer. Titch, you go ahead. Thank you, brother. I'll lead the Seer.
You go ahead with Titch. -This way? -No. You sure? I recognise this tree. I recognise the place now. We're in sight of the trees, brother. He who seeks the knowledge must lead me. No one else may approach. Here is the knowledge you seek. The Beast has many weapons. This was one of them. The Changeling. How did you know? I found the Seer's body in the quicksand. He gave his life for us. He was my only family. We're your family now. Now we have no way to find the Black Fortress. There is one who might help. Who? The Widow of the Web. That creature helps no one. And none who go there return. -She has great powers. -Yeah, to kill. She may not kill me, for l know her name. Her name is Death. She had another name once. An ancient and powerful name.
We all risk our lives on this journey. My risk is no greater than yours. I must try. Where are my papers? Blast, I really must get organised one of these days. Puppy! Where's Ergo? He'll be back soon. From here, I go on alone. -l'm going with you. -No. If two approach, she would certainly kill both. Alone, I may have a chance. Each to his fate, Colwyn. Yeah. Yes, each to his fate. If I'm not back by morning you'll know mine. We stay here. I still say it was a foolish wish. We have no food, and the men are too tired to hunt. -Hey, Kegan. -Hello. Doesn't one of your wives live in a village near here? Lona. No, she moved down to the river. How many wives does he have? About seven or eight, at the last count. He's a travelling man, you see. He covers a lot of ground. Merith.
She lives in a village at the edge of the giant trees. Can she cook? It's not her strongest point, but hear, I tell you. Just have her bring provisions. Magnificence there reckons he can cook. We'll soon see. Plenty more if you're still hungry. Out of my way. Let me get at it. -Well? -Well, what? Who's the girl then? Her village was burned. She'd nowhere to go, so I took her in. Look at her one more time, and I'll throw her out! Merith! Oh, my sweet. She doesn't hold a candle to you. -She's not even pretty. -Yeah? Now, look, petal, "faithful" is my middle name. You must eat something. I'm not hungry. Please, for me. Thank you. What troubles you? You have chosen a paltry kingdom on an insignificant planet. And love. Love is fleeting. Power is eternal.
Such is my power. It can be yours. I don't want your power. Do not let my form frighten you. Lyssa. I can assume any form I wish. Any form you wish. There's no love in that form. And you think there's love in your boy king? I've not held a man in my arms since my lover left. This is a lie! I know how painful it is to be far from your lover. He will betray you. Comfort me for one night. He will not. I can't betray my bride. Then he will die. Let me comfort you. I can't accept comfort when she has none. You will not then? I cannot. My master said: "Make him betray her. lf not, kill him. " Yes, he is my master. These talons were a heartbeat away from your throat. I could have killed you in an instant. But, in the hour I knew you, I loved you. It is you who are betrayed. Power is fleeting. Love is eternal.
Remember me. Consider this power. If you consent to be my queen I will halt the attacks of the Slayers. It is in your power to stop the killing and burning. Each hour you delay, more innocent people will be killed. Think on it. Hurry, Colwyn. I seek the Widow! Enter here and die. Lyssa! Lyssa! Who speaks that name? It is I, Ynyr! I give you this time. Lyssa. I was young when I last heard that name. I was young when I last spoke it to you. And my face was as beautiful as my name. And I loved you, Lyssa, with all my heart. But you would not stay with me. -There were responsibilities, duty.... -Ambition. You had a son. We had a son. But you said nothing. Where is he? I killed him when he was born. And this is my punishment. My son? Since I could not kill you, my rage needed a victim.
I know you can never forgive me. I cannot forgive myself. I have already forgiven you. You can never forgive a woman who has killed your son. If I had not could I see you now as I saw you then? And allow me to see through your eyes. How could I have left you? Your vision is your gift to me. And your vision could be your gift to me. -What can I see for you? -The Black Fortress, where does it rise? Tomorrow in the iron Desert. But the knowledge is useless, for you can't leave here. No man has ever escaped the Web. There is a young girl being held in the Fortress. A young girl with your name. A young man seeks her. The age I was when you and I met. When you and I loved. What you ask is beyond my power. It can be turned only once. That is the Law of the Web. Then the second Lyssa will share your fate. She will die, grow old and lonely. She will die in a place of darkness. This world will be a place of darkness. These are the sands of my life. Accept them and the spider will have no power to harm you. But your own life runs out with the sand. What about your life?
I give it to the girl who bears my name. I cannot stop the sand. You cannot stop time. Go now. Save the other Lyssa. At sunrise.... At sunrise the Black Fortress will appear in the iron Desert. It will remain there until sunrise of the following day. You must.... You must reach it. We'll reach it. You'll be with us. No. No, my race is run. Use your power wisely. Do not squander it. I learned the power from you. I won't forget. We'll bury him here. The Iron Desert's 1,000 leagues from here. Fire mares. Fire mares can travel 1,000 leagues in a day. There's time if we move quickly. That's it. Drive them back! The grey is the leader! Hold him! Come on! Come on! I've got you.
Gentle as a baby! -Saddle the others, quickly! -Right! Come on. Hold still! Stand still, you beast! Take good care of him. -Why doesn't he come? -lt's his time to die. If he's going to die anyway, why doesn't he come with us? No. He must stay here and accept his fate. If he opposes it, he'll bring great pain on himself. Steady! I must remain here. is it time? You've done enough, Rell. Stay here. Each to his fate. Each to his fate. Rell, I'll ride with you. I have to stay here, my friend. We had no time. Hold on! There it is! Yes, and only madmen would want to get this close to it. We're going to get a lot closer. And quickly. lt's almost dawn. We must get inside before the twin suns rise. Rhun, get back!
I was wrong. The journey was worthwhile. Finish it-- -We'll have to rush them. -No, wait! We'll be picked off as soon as we move. Colwyn, look. Follow him! Come on! Kegan! Mind the boy! Get your axe in the opening! It's no use. This is my time. Keep moving! Which way? Look out! -My travelling days are over, my friend. -We'll get you out of here. Here's where l stay. Lead on. I can't hold him! Throw us a rope! Slayers! I'm going down. Go! Get back! -Come out! -No, wait! There is nothing we can do.
Get out! From here, I must go on alone. Go where? There's no way in. There is one way. We must find the others, Ergo. They've stopped. Bardolph, let it go! Look out! -Lyssa! -Colwyn! Not here, Colwyn. He's too powerful. You must fight him away from the centre. The Glaive is gone. I have no way to fight him. Colwyn, it's not the Glaive, it's you. No, Lyssa, it's us. It's us he can't defeat. It won't return to me except from the hand of the woman I choose as my wife. I give it only to the man whom I choose as my husband. Take the fire from my hand. We have to find the others. Come on! I won't leave you, Ergo. -Bardolph? -Look, over here! That's Ergo. He may still be alive. Let's get out of here.
He risked his life to save us. We can't leave him here if there's even a chance he's alive. Come on, let's get you out of here. Stand back! Help them down! He'll be all right. -You are his queen? -Yes. -Then we've won. -Yes. Oh, boy! I should have stuck to puppies! I think it's time we unlocked those manacles. I thought I'd keep them as a memento of our journey. The key's yours. Only the king and his lord marshal carry this key. That's right. A girl of ancient name shall become queen. She shall choose a king, and together they shall rule our world and their son shall rule the galaxy. Subtitles by SOFTlTLER Skino Ftep From the raw Australia of the 1900s... comes a turbulent saga that spans the decades. Colleen McCullough's best-selling novel: The Thorn Birds. The story of an ambitious priest, a beautiful woman... and a love that lasted a lifetime. You can marry me. You love me. But I love God more. His ambition took him from the woman he loved... to the corridors of power. Her desire brought her to the man she thought could take his place.
Got my own announcement to make. I'm going to marry Luke O'Neill. But her heart was with the man she could never have. What I wouldn't give if she were yours instead of Luke's. God knows how much I've hurt you. But I do love you. –Meghann's my wife, not yours! –Then be a husband to her, man! What kind of God would shut men out of Paradise for loving women? A God I still can't give up for you. And tonight, the story continues. I found a pleasure in her I never dreamed existed. Meghann, what are you doing here? You complacent, conceited... Meghann, shut up! I've come back. –Will you tell Ralph? –What should I tell him? That he has a son. And from generation to generation... their desire and torment live on. From the London stage to the islands of Greece... and back to Australia. What else have I done but pay for the great sin... of loving Ralph de Bricassart? Featuring Christopher Plummer, Piper Laurie... Earl Holliman, Ken Howard... Mare Winningham, Philip Anglim, Jean Simmons... Bryan Brown, Rachel Ward... and Richard Chamberlain. A love unattainable... forbidden forever: The Thorn Birds. Himmelhoch's the same as ever. We missed you, Meggie.
Anne's dying to see you. Go ahead. I'll get your bag. Wait till you see little Justine. Jussie remembers me all right. Ralph did come, didn't he? What was I to do? When he saw you weren't here, I thought the man would die. He already looked like he'd been haunting houses as well. I thought... maybe he might even mean to give it all up for you. And you can still look so happy. I'll never have what you and Luddie have together. But I can live forever on those few days with Ralph if I have to. Far better that, than watching him grow to hate me more each day... for keeping him from what he thinks he needs. You'll be leaving us. Yes. Welcome back to Rome. You have chosen. You said I must if I'm to go on in the Church. But having chosen... how can I go on? I have broken... all my vows. You went to the rose. Yes. I never felt such ecstasy in God's presence as I felt with her. I found a pleasure in her I never dreamed existed. Not just in her body... but because I love to be with her... smile at her... talk with her... share her food, share her thoughts. I wanted never to leave her. But you left her. You found the strength to leave her. But I haven't let go of her.
That's what wounds me, and I don't know how to heal myself! Perhaps you're not meant to. Perhaps that wound has saved you. Do you remember the Greek story of Hippolytus? The play we saw in Athens. –He was killed because he couldn't love. –No. Because he was too proud... to love. Too arrogant to count himself among mortal men. Yes, your vows are broken. But so, too, let us hope, is that proud spirit... that kept you from the thing you wanted most. You see... one cannot truly be a priest... without the humility to understand... that one is first a man. When you think of your rose... think that it was she... that led you to understand that. No. To see her only... as some means of saving me would be the greatest arrogance of all. She loves, Vittorio, despite everything. And with a singleness of mind and heart. If only... I could love like that. How can I ever thank you? You've been more like parents to me than my own were. Rubbish! We'll be down to see you in Drogheda one day. Won't we, Luddie? I wouldn't mind having a look at it. Come on, Jussie. Hold onto him. There are few enough like him. Thank God! The outfit's perfect, Meggie.
Wish I could see the farewell performance! Bye. Take him down! That's a takedown! Hello, Luke. Meghann, what are you doing here? What the hell do you mean coming here with the kid? That's right. You've never seen her, have you? Luke, this is Justine. If you've come with another of your "let's settle down in our nest" speeches... Is that what you think? Wasn't it enough you sending your damned Roman priest after me? –What are you talking about? –When I refused Father Ralph's money... you sent him to beg for you, didn't you? I haven't seen him since the day Justine was born. Sounds like him, though. Like all meddling priests. He'd be only too happy to see me settle down with half a dozen more brats! That's what you want, isn't it? I was stupid enough to think so. Thanks to you, Luke, I've had time to get around... and to find out what I've been missing! And to realize that the last thing I want... is to be stuck out in some dried-up station in western Queensland with you... for the rest of my life! –Meghann, shut up! That would be my big reward, wouldn't it? After wasting God knows how many years waiting... while you try to prove you're a real man... when you're not and you never will be! –So I'm leaving you. –Leaving me? No, you're not. Cheer up, Luke.
You still got your mate Arne. Maybe you'll be more use to him because you're none to me! If I did wanna have more kids... it wouldn't be hard to find a better breeder. 'Cause I found out something else lately... you complacent, conceited... self-centered bastard! You can't make love for toffee. And about the money you stole from me, Luke. Take it! I'm happy to sacrifice it. On one condition: Don't ever make me set eyes on you again. Not as long as I live! Take me to Dungloe station. Mail truck's coming! Good! I hope he's brought my pastry flour. Bob, Jack, it's me! I'm home! Meggie, what are you doing here? Oh, my God! Mrs Cleary! Mrs Cleary, come! Meggie, it's you! You've come back! What a surprise! What have we here? Wouldn't you tell a person you were coming? Look at this little angel. –Where's Luke? –Coming later, no doubt. Mom, I've come back.
To stay. So you've left Luke then? He didn't want me. Or his children. –Children? –Yes. I'm going to have another baby. I knew he'd be beautiful. He's got the Cleary mouth all right. –He's a bonzer little bloke. –But can he sit ahorse? He will. Jussie, there you are. Look at what's here. Come here, darling. Look at your new little brother Dane. It's all right. It's all right, darling. Take care of yourself, Meggie. –Rest well, Meggie. –See you later. Mom, wouldn't you like to hold Dane? Will you tell Ralph? Father de Bricassart? I don't know. What should I tell him? That he has a son. How could you? That's insane. Don't lie to me, Meggie.
Not to me. I knew it the moment you came home. That's why you came home. You had what you wanted. You didn't need Luke anymore. No. I told you. Luke didn't want me. I've been watching you and Ralph de Bricassart for years. All he had to do was crook his little finger and you went running. It was the same for him, from the moment he laid eyes on you. Poor Ralph. When he came here last year and found you married and gone... I knew that sooner or later he would have to go to you. And he did, didn't he? You're very cruel, Mom. One might think that you of all people would understand. Because of Frank. You can give as good as you get. How long have you known? Since I was a little girl. Since Frank went away. I was 16 when I met him. He was everything that Paddy wasn't. Sophisticated, cultured, charming. I thought I couldn't live without him. But he was an important man... a politician... and already married. He wasn't about to sacrifice all that for me. I was nothing to his noble ambition. Just as you're nothing to Ralph's.
I know I can never have Ralph. But at least I've got part of him the Church can never have. Yes. That's what I thought. To take of him what I could. To have his child to love at least. But what have I got now? I lost Frank. I paid in the worst way a mother could. And you're going to pay, too. Believe me, God will see to that. You think I haven't paid already? What else have I ever done but pay for the great sin... of loving Ralph de Bricassart? All my life I trod the straight and narrow for fear of God Almighty... and what did it get me but a broken heart? No, Mom, I'm not afraid of God anymore. And as for Ralph... he'll never know Dane's his... unless you tell him. And if you do, I warn you... I'll be as merciful to you as you have always been to me! Yes, you'll beat God himself as I did. I have beaten God. Dane is mine, and nothing's gonna take him from me. Hello? "He has outsoared the shadow of our night "Envy and calumny and hate and pain "And that unrest which men miscall delight "Can touch him not and torture not again "From the contagion of the world's slow stain "He is secure "and now can never mourn A heart grown cold a head grown gray in vain" No!
You forgot again. It's "He lives, he wakes 'tis Death is dead, not"... Good day. We were just pretending. Can we help you, sir? I've come to see the Clearys. Uncle Jack's taken everyone to Sydney for Christmas shopping. They'll be back soon. –If it's about the stud rams... –You must be Meggie's boy, Dane. Yes, sir. I'm Cardinal de Bricassart. But, Your Eminence... we weren't expecting you until tomorrow. Are you actually the Cardinal? You're disappointed. I did think you'd arrive all decked out, trailing clouds of glory or something. You'll have to come to the Vatican for that. Pity. I'll bet you're smashing in red. I'm Justine, by the way. Could we dispense with the ring business? I'm afraid I think religion is rather a load of codswallop. It's all right, Dane. Justine and I are old friends. The first time we met, you wet on me, as I remember. Mother's going to be so happy to see you. Must be 20 years since I was here last. Hello, my darling. Mom, look who's here. Father Ralph.
Hello, Meggie. Isn't it wonderful? Wonderful. I was ready to administer last rites. There was Dane, evidently past all hope... and you were very convincing, my dear. Our Jussie considers herself quite the actress. Thanks, Mom. Actually, I'm rather good. As you might discover if you'd ever come to a performance. Jussie's wonderful. She's the best one in the theater group. If you ask me, I think it's a lot of nonsense, Jussie. You've just turned 20. Best be thinking of marriage instead of parading on some stage in Sydney. Marriage, Uncle Bob? And spoil the family tradition? I hardly think I'm gonna waste my talent wiping snotty noses... and salaaming to some joker just because he's my husband. Charmingly phrased, Jussie, as always. It looks as though it'll be up to Dane to keep the Cleary clan from dying out. Mom, have a heart. You'll need a house full of sons to take over Drogheda... the way we've been growing. Yes, you've been doing splendidly since the war. I'd say so. Our yield this year could have bought and sold Mary Carson several times over. I think 1955 could be even better. So I don't think we've given the Church much to complain of. Now, Mom. If not for the Church the government would have broken us up. MacQueen's place is down to half its size. Think of that, Ralph.
One day Dane will be the head of the last great station in New South Wales. Hear, hear. I can't imagine a better future for you, Dane. Hear, hear. So, Judy, still here on Drogheda? I was meaning to go, of course. –Was it 30 years? More than 30. –That long. Why, I remember so well when you were Queen of the Gilly fair. I was, wasn't I? Nana Fee, look at that hat. Jussie, that was considered quite smart in my day. Mom, you amaze me. I had no idea you'd kept these photographs all these years. I've only looked at them once since the fire, myself. I thought it was time the children saw them. This is your grandfather, Paddy... Little Hal and Stuie. Dear Stuie. He's the one I remind you of, Mom? Yes, he is, in so many ways. Who's this hero in the gloves? Never a Cleary, surely. –Jus. –That's all right. This is my Frank. It was in his things the prison sent back to me when he died. Mom, is this you? You were beautiful.
Were? The cruelty of youth. What a lovely dress. Blue, wasn't it? No, Mom. Yours was blue. Meggie's dress was rose. "Ashes of Roses," it was called. In it, she was the most beautiful thing any of us had ever seen. It never really changes, does it? Not even after all these years of silence between us. Only that you're lovelier than ever. Much lovelier than that girl in her Ashes of Roses gown. It's because I'm so happy. When you left me on Matlock Island, I thought it was forever. And here you are again, so soon. Why now... when you have everything you said you wanted? Everything... except what I had with you on Matlock Island. In all the years since then I've fought against my need for you. But I couldn't bear to leave this life without being with you again. –You're not ill? –No. Just getting old. Feeling my mortality, like any man. And God help me, after all these years... it still hurts... that after Matlock Island you could go back to Luke... give him a son. You must never think of Dane as Luke's son. Or as anyone's but mine. You love Dane very much, don't you? Almost too much, I sometimes think... as I've always loved you too much. Father, it's gonna be a scorcher of a day.
Perhaps we'd best take the jeep instead. It might be wiser, Ralph. It must be years since you've ridden. And we're none of us any younger, are we? I'll just try to struggle along if you're sure she's nice and gentle. Shall we? Come on! Be careful! Dane's very taken with him, Meggie. He's never known a father. Let him enjoy Ralph while he can. I thought you might tell Ralph, after all. Who would it serve? Who does it serve not to? I honestly think you're disappointed... I haven't been struck by some retributive bolt of lightning. I'm happy for once in my life. Can't you let me enjoy it? Where's Dane? Damn! I wanted to tell him. Jussie, what on earth are you doing? I'm off to tread the boards, Mom. They just phoned me from the theater. Seems our Mrs Cratchit's got the pip. God bless us every one. You're going back to Sydney? Uncle Jack's flying me down. –Jussie, it's Christmas! –Yes, Mother.
That's often when one stages Dickens' Christmas Carol. You know how much this Christmas means to me, with Ralph here. I am understudy. I really shouldn't have come home as it was. That's just wonderful, isn't it? Yes, I think it is. Really, Mom, you might be happy for me. I may get to do as many as a dozen performances. –God, you are exactly like... –My father? So you've said. I should look him up one day. We'd have lots to talk about. Ta, Nana Fee. It means a great deal to me to have you here. I realize you know very little about me... but I've wanted for so long to know you... to talk with you. Father... did you ever have any regrets about entering the priesthood? Yes. Inevitably, I suppose. I've missed things. A woman to share my life. Perhaps even a son, like you. I would've liked that, Dane, very much. What caused you to make your decision to become a priest? Curiously... it wasn't really like a conscious decision. More like something you've always known from the first. My fate, you might say. Father... I also want to be a priest. Why?
When you can do anything with your life... be anything. How can you say that... when you are everything I want to be? Dane, no. You know nothing of the man I am. You look at me and see the Cardinal, the Prince of the Church. I see the priest... the perfect priest. Then you're wrong. To say it was my fate to be a priest... isn't to say it was given to me like a gift. An entire lifetime of trying to offer myself up totally to God... has brought me no more... than moments of oneness with him. And I have broken every vow. Do you understand? Every vow. I have not been equal to the sacrifice God asks. But you have spent your life trying. Father, when I said the perfect priest... I didn't mean some infallible being. I mean someone who strives to do God's will. Maybe I won't be equal to the sacrifice either. But if I don't try... my life will have no meaning. It's the only way I know to show God how much I love him. Do you know what this will mean to your mother? It's why I've tried for so long to put it out of my mind. I know how important it is to her to have me stay on here in Drogheda. And I love her so much. But I must do this. Then you must let me help you, son. I'll tell her, because I love her, too. Don't touch me! Please believe me. Dane's mind was made up long before I arrived.
I believe you! Don't you think I don't know you're just here to collect for what I stole! –I don't understand. –No, you wouldn't. But understanding's beside the point for you men of God, isn't it? Faith! That's the great thing! Let me tell you, Ralph... I've got more faith than you and Dane and all the heavenly host combined... because God has never failed me! He's always there to take away whatever happiness I've got! Dane isn't being taken from you. He is simply doing what he must. Can't you see what this is costing him? He loves you so much. But, Ralph... he loves God more! –Meggie, stop it! When I became a priest... my mother swore she'd never forgive me... and she never did. Don't do that to Dane, Meggie. Then take him. If I must give him up, let it be to you. Take him? Yes. When he finishes his schooling this spring... I'll send him to you in Rome where you can look after him. Keep him safe... and promise me... that if he should ever wish it, you'll send him back... because he belonged to me first. You don't have to do this. He can be settled in a seminary in Sydney, where you can be near him. You know it takes years to prepare for the priesthood. No, Ralph. Your God wants reparation.
Very well. Let Dane go to you... and then I'll have nothing more to repay. I will have given everything... that I have ever had or loved in my whole life. Surely even God can't ask for more than that. I'm so sorry. –Please forgive me. –I didn't want to hurt you. "In loving wrongly and beyond all reason, I have sinned against the gods. "I tremble that the burden of my crime will fall upon my children... fell them both." You're gonna be a wonderful Phaedra. I mean, if I had talent like that... Believe me, Martha, talent you don't need. The virgin goddess Artemis bids you enter. Darling! Was my performance that good? Jus, I'm so sorry. I missed the whole matinee. Let me guess. You were having a little talk with Jesus and forgot all about the time. Dane, honestly! Let me finish dressing. I won't be a minute. Hello. I haven't seen you in a long time. Hello, Martha. How are you? Stunned, as always, by your resemblance to Adonis. –Maybe I'll wait in the park. –Never mind. I'm going.
Another time. Ta-ta. Poor Martha. She'll never forgive you for saving it all for God. Which reminds me. Guess what I did last night. You finally murdered your leading man. Close. I went to bed with him. I needed the experience. I play the lead in Phaedra next, so I have to know about passion, right? All this pretending you don't care... as if you're too smart to need anyone... or love anyone. Maybe I am too smart. So far, loving and needing people hasn't bought me a lot, has it? Are you ever going to forgive me? For becoming Father Rhubarb? Probably not. –When do you leave for Rome? –Thursday. I want to go spend some time with Mom first. I wish you'd visit Mom sometimes. I know things have never been very good between you two. Yes, I used to weep salt tears about it, but I've done with tears forever, okay? I can't hold Mom's hand for you because I won't be here either. What do you mean? I've decided I've far too much talent to stay buried here in Aussie land. So I'm taking myself off to London... after Phaedra is finished, of course. –London? That means I'll get to see you. Dane, I've always taken care of you.
You surely can't expect to get along without me now, can you? I love you. I couldn't sleep either. What time does your plane leave from Sydney? Not till late tomorrow. Do you want to fly down with Uncle Jack and see me off? It's freezing in here. You'll catch your death. –Mom. –Come on. I've always loved your bed... the way it smells of you. Remember when I used to come in on the cold mornings? Jussie would sort of lurk about in the doorway... half in and half out. I wonder if you realize how much she needed you. You've always been so different from one another. I guess I thought she never really needed me. She did and does. She loves you every bit as much as I do. I'm glad she's going to be near you. We've got it all planned out. Every year when I get time off from the seminary... we're gonna tour and visit a different country together... then fly home for Christmas. It's not as if I'm going away forever, is it? There's so much I wanted to say to you. To tell you that you've brought my life joy... and meaning in ways you can never know. It hurts to leave you. –I wish you could understand. –But I do. And it's that that I most wanted to say to you. I can't share your love of God. But I do understand your need to give your life to him.
Because each of us has within us... something that just won't be denied. Something to which we are driven... even though it makes us scream aloud to die. Has it been like that for you, Mom? Dane, goodbye. –Cappuccino for you. –Thanks. How do you do? I'm Rainer Hartheim. Welcome to Rome. You've a terrific approach, Mr Hartman, but I won't be needing a tour guide. You are Miss O'Neill, Dane's sister? Yes. Is Dane all right? He was supposed to meet me at the station. He was also to leave a message here, saying that I would bring you along. –Along? –To tea with Cardinal de Bricassart. Shall we? Why not? You look safe enough. Do I? How very disappointing. I must say you don't look at all like Dane. So they tell me. Herr Hartman... Hartheim. Rainer Moerling Hartheim. All that? –Impressive. –Isn't it?
I chose it myself. Who are you, exactly? An old friend of Cardinal de Bricassart. I see. Do all his friends have those little flags on their fenders? I'm a member of the West German parliament. I make a point of visiting the Cardinal whenever I'm in Rome. Remarkable man, the Cardinal. A matter of taste, I suppose. You're not like your brother, are you? No, I'm the comic relief. Sorry. It's just it's always been rather difficult measuring up to Dane... his being so Christlike and all. I gather it's a case of sibling rivalry. No. None. Strange, isn't it? By rights, I should resent him terribly... but, in fact, I've always adored him. Good Lord! Do you always do this? What? Go about worming intimate facts from perfect strangers. Whenever possible. And I doubt that you're perfect. Here we are. Crikey! I always wanted to play the Vatican. The latest reports from our UN observer are not encouraging. Your Eminence. My dear Justine, you disappoint me.
Just rendering unto Caesar, Your Eminence. Besides, I'm determined not to embarrass Dane. I won't hold you to it. Come, I want you to meet Cardinal Contini-Verchese. Really, darling, must I meet the entire team? Miss O'Neill... Dane tells me you are an actress. In London, yes. How exciting. What play are you doing now? I'll start Joan of Arc in January. I see. No doubt you will be quite splendid. After this, I'll be better. I get the feeling that our little world antagonizes you, my dear. No, I suppose it shouldn't, really. One doesn't often get such good theater. It's very male, though. Isn't it? I mean, with the exception of the Virgin Mary... women are relegated to the cheap seats, in the upper balcony. Yeah, but you are forgetting... that we call that upper balcony... Il Paradiso. Paradise. Your Eminence. –I'll see you when I return. –Thank you, Your Eminence. –You are looking forward to your holiday? –Cardinal, it's been a fascinating afternoon. You Cleary women. Forever pitting yourselves against God and the Church.
Our fate, perhaps. Or maybe it's hereditary... a sort of bad seed. There's little question you're descended from Mary Carson. And from your mother. Much as Mom might wish otherwise. Fortunately, we Cleary women have Dane to pray for our redemption. You feel very protective toward Dane, don't you? And, I think, rather fearing for him... here among we red-robed vultures. Even I wouldn't have put it that uncharitably... but it's pretty fast company for a boy whose only ambition... is to give his soul to God. Touché, my dear. You're very young to be so cynical. And so wise. –Rainer will take care of you. –How very disappointing. A bit of fresh pasta, a green salad. Exquisite. Here. When you suggested dinner, I had some mad idea we'd end up in a restaurant. An understandable error. Grazie, Giovanni. I thought you lived in Germany. Yes, but I'm often here in Rome... so I keep this place. I've another in London, as well. I seem to need to make a home for myself wherever I go. Perhaps because I was orphaned as a child. Bit of a posh life for an orphan, wouldn't you say? If you're all that domesticated, why not marry? I did, once. But for the worst of reasons. I'm sure I'll never marry, not for any reason.

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