Mother of Tears Page #2

Well, can you tell me

about the story?

In 1814...

workers renovating

the church curia in Aosta...

discovered an urn.

There were several items inside it...

including a dress that may have been

from pagan times.

As the legend has it, packs of wolves

came out of the forest...

the night after the urn

was found.

They dug up freshly-buried

bodies in the graveyard...

and tore them to bits.

The local priest decided

to send the urn to the Vatican.

Oscar de la Vall

volunteered to deliver it.

He was a knight of noble birth.

Only he was allowed to talk with the pope.

He had one bad trip.

Wherever he went,

death and destruction followed.

Children died.

Crops burned.

Whole villages were devastated.

Many towns refused to let

De la Vall enter.

People were in a panic.

By the time he reached Viterbo,

he was both sick and blind.

The church took him in.

He died six days later.

Maybe it was malarial fever.

His body was buried

in a secret place.

The urn was chained to his coffin

and sealed with crucifixes.

After the urn was found,

the monsignor was a different person.

He began talking nonsense.

Wait. Wait, wait.

I- Yes-

- He was writing this when he had the stroke.

- Here.

It's a list of what was in the urn.

- "Mater Lacrimarum. "

- Mater Lacrimarum. Yes.

The monsignor thought the urn...

and its contents were magical...

that they belonged

to an evil witch...

named Mater Lacrimarum-

the Mother of Tears.

It's such a shame.

He was a brilliant man- kind...

and a wonderful teacher.

To end his days believing

in this nonsense-

I'm sure he told you the same thing

he told me many times-

that God's plans for us are a mystery

to everyone but him.

Monsignor Brusca wrote this

for a reason.

One we might not understand,

but a reason nonetheless.

Good-bye, Father.

Hold still. I said hold still!

- No! Help me!

- Open your legs. Open your legs!

No! Help me!

Stop! Freeze!

Freeze!

Michael?

Hello?

Is there anybody home?

Michael?

Paul?

Michael?

Michael! What happened?

They took him.

- Who took him?

- The babysitter...

went out for two minutes, she said.

She came back...

and she found... this-

"If you want to see

your son again...

keep the silentium. "

The silentium.

Michael, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, darling.

Those symbols-

they are the same ones I saw on the urn.

I know! It's the same people.

It's some kind of black magic.

Black magic?

- I don't know about black magic-

- What?

What, you think this is all some

sort of coincidence?

- No, I didn't say-

- don't be so bloody naive! Giselle's dead.

Brusca's in a coma.

Now they've taken Paul.

It's - It's all connected with the urn

and-and those talismans.

And they want me to stop looking.

They want me to keep quiet.

About what?

Keep quiet about what?

The darkness... gathering around Rome.

You haven't seen it?

It's happening.

Here, come with me!

- Look. Let me show you. Look.

- I'm coming.

What do you think all this is?

Where is it?

- An epidemic of suicides, 52 in two days!

- Yes.

Look. A wave of violence

spreads through the city-

murders, fires, kidnappings,

church vandalism-

Yes, Michael, you're scaring me.

I- I know all this.

I'm going to Monteleone.

There's a priest there, Father Johannes.

And what on earth could he do

to help this situation?

He's an exorcist-

one of the last confirmed by the Vatican.

He knows more about the occult

than anyone else I know.

And he'll be able to help me get Paul

back in a way they can't detect.

- Look, Michael, why don't we try the police?

- No! No police!

You saw the way they looked at you at the

museum. They thought you were f***ing crazy!

Michael, look, I-I love Paul,

okay, as much as you do...

but I don't know if

this is the best way-

He is my son!

Not yours!

Michael.

Damn it!

Be careful, damn it!

You rot in hell.

- Are you ready for the celebration?

- Of course!

Excuse me.

Three Furies.

Furies.

Three Fates.

Three Graces.

Diana, the three-headed-

The Triad.

Why are they always three?

Sorry. Hello?

- Sarah, hi. It's me. It's Michael.

- Michael?

- Where are you?

- Wait, no, no. Wait, wait, listen.

- I-I really need your help, okay?

- Yeah, of course I'll help you.

Just tell me what to do.

- No, you've got-

- Michael?

Michael!

Hello, are you there?

Michael!

Help me, Sarah.

Help me.

Michael, are you still there?

Michael? Michael!

Whoo-hoo!

Hey, sister.

Chotomateh!

Simone. Ikeh!

Okay, please, come on.

Let's find her.

And try not to draw too much

attention to yourselves, okay?

- Okay, I know, I know.

- Okay, you two with me. Come on. This way.

Move! Move!

People, we're the police.

No, no, no, you can't go in.

Can't go in.

Lady, you too. Move on, please.

Thank you. Move on.

- Concentrate.

- Huh?

Concentrate!

They won't see you!

Don't worry.

They won't see you!

We lost her.

Okay.

What?

Excuse me.

Where's this train going?

- Orte. Leaves in 30 minutes.

- Thank you.

- Michael?

- This is Michael Pierce's voicemail.

Please leave a message after the tone.

Michael, I've run into problems.

I'm going to Monteleone.

Bye.

Can I help you?

Sorry, I don't understand.

Get out!

The train for Monteleone

now leaving on track nine.

- Where the f*** is she?

- Maybe in there.

Maybe she's in there!

Well, Sarah Mandy killed

this woman because she saw...

Miss Mandy attacking

da Silva over there.

As simple as this.

Mandy weighs 110 pounds,

at the most?

da Silva, God rest his soul,

was a f***ing gorilla.

And he was armed.

No, there's more to this case

than we think.

Can you move them back, please?

Nafech! Nafech! Nafech!

Nafech! Nafech!

Nafech! Nafech!

Nafech! Nafech!

Nafech! Nafech!

Nafech! Nafech!

- Yes?

- Hello?

My name is Sarah Mandy. I'm looking

for a friend of mine, Michael Pierce.

- He came to see Father Johannes.

- No, I'm sorry, he's not here.

What?

Could I see Father Johannes then?

It's very important.

You have to come back tomorrow.

- He can't see you today.

- I'm sorry, but that's not possible.

Please, tell him

I won't take much of his time.

Please.

All right. Come in.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

You look like you had

a hard trip.

You have it, you know.

Your mother's gaze.

You're Elisa Mandy's daughter,

aren't you?

I'm Marta Colussi.

You really look just like her.

I knew your mother

many years ago in Germany.

She was a wonderful teacher.

I learned so much from her.

She was a great spiritualist-

the best I've ever known.

- My mother was a dancer.

- And a healer.

A white witch, if you will.

And it seems to me

you've inherited some of her gifts.

- Listen, lady-

- It's Marta.

Marta. Whoever you are...

I don't know you and I didn't

come here to talk to you.

Please leave me

alone now, okay?

How did you get away

at the train station?

What the-Who are you?

Elisa was helping you.

Coaching you, wasn't she?

I- I don't know.

I heard- I heard a voice.

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