Mother of Tears Page #4

Michael, you're sick.

Where's Paul?

I thought-

did you-

I think-

I think he's -

I think he's dead.

- Oh, my God.

- They killed him.

- Oh, my God.

- And I can't -

I don't want to talk about that now.

Let's go.

My apartment is not safe.

- Everywhere I go, they-

- We'll go to my place.

They won't look for you there.

No, no. No lights.

Why?

We don't want them to see us.

I'm so happy

we found each other.

Are you okay?

- Why don't you just rest, take off your coat-

- No, no, no.

I'm freezing. Sorry.

I'm freezing.

I just haven't spent a-

a single night inside.

- I looked everywhere for him.

- Yeah, what happened?

- Because I went to Monteleone to find you.

- I couldn't get there.

They were following me.

Everything you were trying to tell me

I understand now.

I'm sorry I didn't believe you.

I'm really sorry.

Okay.

Maybe you shouldn't smoke.

Why don't you-

do you want me to fix something?

Tea, maybe?

No.

No, I'm f- I'm fine.

I'm just-

I'm just pleased

I found you again.

I'm fine.

don't worry. Fine.

Michael, you're bleeding!

- It's nothing.

- Michael, you're hurt!

No, it's - it's okay.

It's nothing.

What do you mean, it's nothing?

You're hurt!

I told you it's nothing!

Get off me!

I told you to get the f*** off me!

Do you think they would

spare me and my child?

You're so naive.

You can't escape her.

But they killed your son!

Your mother can't

help you anymore.

We all have one mother now.

The Mother of Tears.

You b*tch!

Oh, you crazy-

you crazy b*tch!

Guglielmo.

The name Marta gave you.

Find him.

Mommy!

Sarah!

Welcome back to the morning news.

And now for today's top story.

They're calling it

the second fall of Rome.

Over the past few days the city

has witnessed hundreds of acts of violence.

Detective Marchi,

you say that they are all connected?

Uh, yes...

everything started with events

at the Art Museum of Rome.

The brutal murder of the assistant curator,

Giselle Mares.

But how does that all tie together?

It was the trigger for everything

that's happening now.

We ask everybody to be on the lookout

for this girl, Sarah Mandy...

the only witness

to events at the museum.

- If you see her-

- Is she a suspect?

If you see her,

do not approach her.

Call the police

and ask to speak to Homicide.

Sh*t!

- F*** you!

- Oh, no, f*** you!

- Give me my money!

- What are you talking about?

Give me your car. Give me your car!

Sunglasses!

No! No! No!

Hello?

Yes, can I please have the address

for Mr. Guglielmo De-Witt?

D, e, w, i, double t.

- Yes?

- I need to see Guglielmo De-Witt.

And you are?

My name won't mean

anything to him.

All right. Come in.

So, you wanted to see me?

Please sit down.

As you can see, I-

I'm not very mobile.

I'm here because I-

I have to ask you about-

We alchemists may practice

an ancient art...

but we do watch the news.

do you think I wouldn't know

who you are, Sarah Mandy?

And that the police is looking for you

because you're wanted for murder?

Another thing

about us alchemists-

we're not all one

thing or another.

After all, good magic is good,

and black magic is-

Well, it's good too.

Some of what we do

is magic, science...

esoterism, theosophy, natural law.

A little of this and a little of that.

This will let me know

who you really are...

and what you've really seen.

Hmm. Interesting.

I see you have latent powers.

Instinct more than anything else.

Marta Colussi sent you, I see.

So did your mother,

Elisa Mandy.

What did you do to me? Huh?

did you expect me to just let you waltz

in here without making sure who you are?

Now, why exactly

did you come here?

I need to find

the Mother of Tears.

- Why?

- Look what's happening to the city.

Rome is falling apart.

She has to be stopped.

Mmm. What do you think

you can do? Kill her?

Well, my mother was very powerful...

and I think I might

have the same gifts.

Which you found out about

when? Yesterday?

I don't know.

There's got to be some people that can help,

people like my mother.

Father Johannes said that-

that Mater Lacrimarum is bringing

on the Second Age of Witches.

Mmm.

Father Johannes was right.

Somewhere in the city the celebration

has already begun.

But I'm afraid there is no

army of good witches

out there to come to the rescue.

If you want to stop her,

you have to do it yourself.

So I'm on my own now?

I didn't say I wouldn't help.

I can't give you answers,

but I can share information.

Follow me.

Centuries ago, a great Roman alchemist

named Varelli...

lived for a time in this villa.

He was also a gifted architect.

And near the end of his life, he built

the residences for the Three Mothers.

This may tell you

something you need to know.

The Three Mothers.

I don't know

how much it will cost me...

to break what we alchemists

have always called SILENTIUM.

I met the three Mothers...

and built three houses

for them:

one in Freiburg,

one in New York...

and one in Rome.

I discovered too late that these houses

hide obscene secrets.

It is from here

that the sisters spread pain...

tears and darkness

throughout the world.

This building should be

the one Varelli built in Rome.

"What you see...

"does not exist...

and what you cannot

see is truth. "

It's a riddle.

Find where Mater Lacrimarum resides...

and you'll find the answer.

Are you sure

you want to do this?

do I have a choice?

Mater.

Mater.

Mater.

Mater.

Stop. Stop right here!

Hey! Who are you?

I, uh- I just saw

some women come in.

- did you see them?

- No.

- You here to interview me?

- Yeah.

Here.

How long you've been living here?

Shh-A long time.

Thirty, forty years.

Since the Nazis escaped

at the end of the war.

And who used to live here

before you?

Oh, I don't know.

A kind of association.

Philosophers. Artists maybe.

I don't remember.

Why did they leave?

Maybe because when the Nazis

occupied the villa...

they tortured and killed

a lot of people down here.

Hey! You won't

report me, will ya?

Shh, shh.

Easy.

- Where did she go?

- I think she's gone.

I'll check upstairs.

- Stay here.

- Yeah.

- She's not there!

- Then she's gone. Everything's okay.

You forgot what we were supposed to do,

didn't you?

- No.

- No?

Inform them every time somebody

comes to look around!

- Understand?

- Yes!

- Yes.

- Move!

- Where did they go? They just-

- Shh.

They're in here. I can feel it.

"What you see does not exist...

and what you cannot see

is truth. "

The secret of the house.

Those are the same symbols

I saw on the urn.

Catacombs.

These are unexplored catacombs.

Oh, my God.

This is the home

of the Mother of Tears...

and her followers.

Dear God.

Witches.

Witches?

What are you talking about?

You'll see.

Stay behind me.

The three Graces.

What are you doing down here?

I'm an art historian.

I just wanted to see-

Come with us.

I'll let you see something.

We'll show you! Yeah! We'll show you!

Come on!

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