The Young Pope

Lazio is going deep once again...

Watch out for Lulic!

How could we let this happen?

How could we let this happen? How could we let this happen?

Such a key game... wasted like this!

What the hell?!

What kind of Naples' team is this?

How can you possibly play such a crucial game this way?

We let them overtake us like this!

We let them overtake us like this!

For the second time!

How could we let this happen?

What a disappointment!

What a disappointment!

Lulic's 2-0...

Just as the first half was about to end.

What a disappointment!

What a disappointment!

Leave us!

They'll destroy us.

This losing retrograde battle against homosexuals,

especially in the glare of that young man's suicide,

will put an end to everything.

It's possible to tolerate a great many things

but not a threat to one's own survival.

But you told me that you gave those photos to Sister Mary

and that she had destroyed them.

That's true.

But first I made a copy...

just in case.

What do you have in mind?

Let's give them to the press.

In fifteen days we'll have a new Pope.

An adult Pope.

- Who? - Spencer.

Or else me.

No.

Me.

All right.

I'll pull strings in the Conclave like always,

and you'll be the new Pope.

And you'll be an all-powerful Cardinal Secretary of State again.

But none of that will happen.

We won't use those photographs. There won't be any scandal.

- Why not? - Because we can't show the world

the image of a Pope with his hands on a young woman's breasts.

It would be the lowest point ever for the Church,

that no subsequent Pope would ever be able to recover from it.

You're forgetting something.

I speak frequently with the Pope.

What I'm about to tell you he said to me in conversation,

not in the confessional.

Which means I'm not breaking the seal of confession.

What are you about to tell me?

The Pope is going through a profound crisis of faith.

What are you insinuating, Don Tommaso?

That the Pope doesn't believe in God.

They've manifested themselves.

Who?

My Mom and Dad.

But how?

It came in a box. No postmark, no nothing.

Not a clue, no way to track them down.

Why don't they wanna be tracked down?

Because they're afraid of you, Your Holiness.

Everyone is afraid of you.

You've gotta cut it out with the fear, Your Holiness.

The important thing is that they're alive.

And they haven't forgotten you.

That's the Madonna of the jungle.

I know that.

Was there something you wanted to tell me, Sister Mary?

The Pope is upset, the Pope is experiencing a moment of weakness.

The Pope is distracted.

If you need to have him sign a document or something of the sort

that gets our Church back on course,

this would be the right time to do it.

I've done my part. Now you need to do yours.

What exactly have you done?

You'd better be ready, Voiello.

Someone might see us.

There is a new preface by Joseph.

I'm depressed, Angelo.

I don't give a shit that you're depressed, Michael.

At night, I take care of a disabled boy.

Last night I was looking at him,

he was drooling and his eyes were blank, and I thought to myself:

what is the Church doing for this boy?

And the answer was simple:

the Church is doing nothing.

Why?

What was it doing before Pius XIII?

Are you depressed or suffering from amnesia, Michael?

Before Pius XIII the Church was taking care of the poor.

It was "also" taking care of the poor.

But there's a bigger question.

What is the Church doing on a more general basis?

It's not doing anything anymore.

It's killing time.

We have a Church that's just killing time

and has become infinitely marginal.

That's exactly what the Pope wants: a marginal Church.

Small and dead.

He said it and now he's done it.

He wants to take the Church back to its beginnings?

In the beginning, all this was nothing more than Peter's tomb.

For what purpose?

To close himself off, to deny himself,

to make himself inaccessible and mysterious?

Sacrifice and suffering to get closer to God.

In his convoluted logic this strategy is supposed to stimulate

the world's curiosity and dedication,

so that everyone will want to come back to discover the mystery.

Fine! But none of this is happening.

The churches are empty.

The mass with the Tridentine rite would discourage anyone.

It's now harder to become a priest than it is to become an astronaut.

The Pope is refusing to refinance the missions.

Our non-relations with other religions are tense and dangerous.

We've become few in number, alone, against the rest of the world.

St. Peter's Square is empty, dreary, and abandoned.

Michael, we have the duty to take steps.

How?

Michael, come see.

I know how to get him to resign, Michael.

And who would this new Pope be?

Forgive me, Lord, for I have deceived, I am deceiving,

and I will continue to deceive the Holy Father.

Forgive me, Lord,

but I can no longer continue to look on at the destruction

of the man I love more than I love myself.

Forgive me, Lord,

for I cannot continue any longer to look on at the destruction

of the institution I love more than I love myself:

the holy Roman Church.

- Having fun, Aldo? - Yeah, I guess...

Don't you agree it's a crime

that the cocktail culture is in decline, Your Eminence?

Is it really such a bad thing?

I should say so.

My father taught me the art of the cocktail when I was twenty-five.

My father was one of the first people in Italy

to devote himself to the art of the cocktail, you know.

I'm sorry.

Can you excuse me just a moment?

You're a murderer.

Did you come for me?

No, no, I came because I've never felt so alone

and in despair in all my life.

Angelo Sanchez is dead.

And I wanted to die when I first saw you.

I was dying of desire.

Ludovico, we'd like to go to bed.

Would you do us a favor?

Get his crucifix and take him back to the Vatican.

I'll take care of it, mom.

- Who are you? - Ludovico Meraviglia.

When will they be here?

Soon.

They're clearing immigration and passport control.

Why don't you help the time pass by doing a little work?

They're here.

Show them in.

- Did you send me a gift? - Yes.

What did you send me?

The piece of the pipe you were missing.

The piece I gave you before I left you.

How did you know I lost it?

From time to time I'd call the orphanage