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Have you no other duties?
Did you think I intended to die?
Vultures! Jackals!
Out of my sight! Out of my sight!
Out! Out!
Out!
What can I say?
I think there is more love here
than could ever exist...
between man and woman.
That's what you meant.
Buonarroti!
Something must be done about
that ruined wall, above the altar.
Another fresco, I think.
Yes, a Crucifixion,
or a Last Judgment.
Some noble subject
worthy of your hand.
But, your tomb,
Will you always cross me,
Buonarroti?
ceiling I could carve the tomb!
And now I make a condition
do the promise!
You will carve the tomb after
you have finished the fresco!
As you wish, Holy Father.
No, my son.
I will not hold you to that.
You are right. It is time
to begin work on the tomb.
There is need for it.
Very soon now I shall know...
whether your conception
of God is a true one.
Your Holiness recovered before.
I had not finished my work.
As you were so insolent
enough to point out.
Now it is finished,
and I am content.
And you?
Are you content, my son?
I still say painting
is not my trade.
I will give you my opinion:
I fear I shall be known.
As the Pope that drove
the invaders out of Italy.
But one who forced an unwilling
artist to complete his work.
Which is so much greater
than both of us.
You didn't force me, Holiness.
Your memory is short, Buonarroti.
I reached out my hand to you,
like God do Adam...
and forced you to accept life.
Only your hand had a stick in it.
Ah, I grant you that.
But Adam was not so stubborn...
not so unwilling to live as you.
You know, Buonarroti,
I almost let you off twice?
I was sorry for you.
Are you glad not that I did not?
I am grateful.
Save your gratitude for one
who deserves it.
No, no, not I.
I take no credit.
I was moved by another hand...
as easily and skillfully
as you move your brush.
Strange how He works His will.
Let us share pride in having been
made His instruments.
It's only painted plaster,
Holy Father.
No, my son.
It is more than that.
Much more.
What has it taught you,
Michelangelo?
That I am not alone.
And it has taught me
that the world is not alone.
When I stand before the Throne.
I shall throw your ceiling into
Perhaps it will shorten
my time in Purgatory.
To work, my son.
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