The Young Pope

- Where is he now? - He's angry.

But not with you, or for that matter with me.

His anger keeps Him from viewing matters objectively.

And so, in protest, he's moved to a new place,

he's gone to the outskirts of town,

a filthy studio apartment upstairs from a tire repair shop.

At night, God suffers from the heat.

He can't seem to sleep, because He's come to the conclusion

that there's nothing He can do about human beings.

He's decided that He's lost the u.

Now it's up to you.

The attentions that Your Holiness has been paying to the wife

of the commandant of the Swiss Guard have not gone unnoticed.

According to vox populi,

it is believed that the Holy Father

is conducting an unseemly relationship with that woman.

Monsignor Gutierrez was right:

in the Vatican, gossip is called calumny.

Your Holiness, what do you intend to do?

Revolution, Tommaso!

I intend to start a revolution.

People say you're a saint.

People say you're a saint who performs miracles.

Hail Mary, full of grace.

Our Lord is with Thee.

Blessed art Thou among women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death.

Amen.

Bingo!

Now, Holy Father,

I no longer really know what miracle to wish for.

I no longer really know what miracle to wish for.

Esther,

I love God because it is so painful to love human beings.

I love a God that never leaves or that always leaves me.

God or the absence of God,

but always reassuring and definitive.

I am a priest,

I have renounced my fellow man,

my fellow women,

because I don't want to suffer,

because I'm incapable

of withstanding the heartbreak of love,

because I'm unhappy,

like all priests.

It would be wonderful to love you the way you want to be loved,

but it's not possible.

Because I am not a man.

I am a coward.

I am a coward.

Like all priests.

That's enough photos for now.

Watch out for the custodian.

- Are you up for going on? - I am. What about you?

- Sister Mary will be upset. - I don't care.

I wanna find my mom and dad.

- I'm going back. I'm sorry, Lenny. - Ok.

You couldn't get to sleep!

The evening doesn't console me.

Nothing's changed, as you can see.

Well, something's changed.

You were just a jerk, now you've become the Pope.

Let's smoke a cigarette together, secretly.

- Like when we were kids. - Like when we were kids.

I'm glad that you find a moment to say hello to me.

How could you doubt that I'd come?

I always doubt.

When are you gonna make this blessed speech to the cardinals?

When I have something to say.

Well, I'm all out of cigarettes.

The Holy Father isn't in the Apostolic Palace.

Nor is the Cardinal Secretary of State.

What time is it?

Three in the morning.

I'll take care of it. You go to sleep.

And don't say a word to anyone.

- Will you let me in? - Of course. - Thank you.

You are very beautiful at night, Sister Mary.

Please...

Let me introduce you to my best friend, Girolamo.

- Is he a good friend? - Yes, the only one who never criticizes me.

- Why did you come here? - Because of the Pope.

How disappointing! I thought you came because of me.

Nobody knows where the Pope is.

Oh don't worry.

Sooner or later all popes need to remind themselves

what freedom is.

Then they come back.

We had to go to retrieve Pius XIII's predecessor

from a bingo parlor.

He was arguing with the caller, saying he was cheating.

When you want, you know how to be quite comforting.

How beautiful you are, Sister Mary, at night.

You already told me that.

We love God because it is so painful

to love other men and women.

You and I have renounced our fellow men, and women,

because we don't want to suffer,

because we're incapable

of withstanding the heartbreak of love.

Because we're unhappy.

Because we're cowards.

Like all priests and all nuns.

Your words are beautiful.

But that's not all.

They're true.

They are not my words, they're the words of your Pope.

Yes, yes, Girolamo, now I'll tell Sister Mary.

What are you going to tell me?

That I had found a way of destroying the Holy Father.

I'd collected all the evidence for a good old-fashioned scandal.

But I'm not going to do it!

The evidence is in here.

Here, you take it.

Your hands are safer than mine.

Because, you know something, Sister Mary?

You were right, your Pope really is a saint.

Yes.

He is!

- Good evening, Sir. - Hi.

Would you sell us some cigarettes?

I don't know if we have any.

Make yourselves comfortable and I'll go check.

Thank you.

Andrew!

Please, take a sit.

English?

Americans.

You look like a couple of priests.

We are not priests.

Have you ever seen two priests wearing track suits?

I've seen everything.

By the way, did you know I have clients who insist I am proof

of the existence of God?

Interesting theory!

But they are wrong.

They see me because they can't see far.

Can you see far?

Yes.

And I have proof of the existence of God.

Show me, ma'am.

Show me, I implore you.

Your eyes...

Your eyes, sir.

They are proof of the existence of God.

We should go.

Goodnight, ma'am.

Do you remember the time...

Sister Mary took us to the custodian's house?

Billy's mother, on her deathbed?

Yeah, I remember. I don't wanna talk about it.

It's pointless for you to go on pretending nothing happened, Lenny.

Something extraordinary happened in that room.

I don't feel like talking about it.

You're my best friend and I don't understand you.

Why don't you wanna talk about it?

I only want to talk about things that I understand.

Don't you get that?

So, what if I asked you to become Prefect

for the Congregation for the Clergy?

Select the candidates for priesthood from all over the world:

would you do it?

And what if I were to refuse?

Then I'd be forced to make recourse to my sovereign power.

I am the Pope, now.

I wanna tell you something.

It's something I've never told you before.

So tell me now.

When you first came to the orphanage,

I was watching...

from a window,

and I don't remember your father,

but I remember your mother.

What did she look like?

Her hair was parted in the middle long and on the sides...

and her eyes...

were bright...

and... impassive,

which made me think she was sad.

That's exactly how I dream of her.

Always.

Why didn't you ever tell me?

When we were boys, I thought,

I thought it would cause you too much pain.

It causes me too much pain even now.

Did you want to run away?

Come on, let's go back inside.

I haven't said anything to the Cardinal Secretary of State.

Thank you so much, Sister Mary.

Monsignor, I forgive you for having betrayed our confidences

to the Cardinal Secretary of State.

Your Holiness, how did you find out?