The New Monsters

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The New Monsters

Even though it's contaminated by the

effluvium of the neighboring city...

the air here is still pure

It's still rosy, your Emminence

Oh, lavender!

A sprig among the white clothes

I still see my mother,

preparing the armoires...

while my brothers and I

were under the giant fig tree

eating the last of its fruit

This fig tree seems to be cursed by our lord

Maybe the pollution from

the city is too nearby

Very much so. Gaetano?

Are things that grave?

I fear so. It's Sunday

too, everything is closed

I could call an ambulance

Arriving at the inaugartion in an

ambulance doesn't strike me as dignified

So what can we do?

- Clean it again

- Yes, go

With any luck it'll be a disgrace.

The parish is nearby

Let's go

They'll be happy to recieve it

It's closed,

let's try over there

THE MONKS:

MORE HOMES:

LESS CHURCHES:

- We've been waiting for months!

- And the light?

- I have no water in my home!

- I have no gas in mine!

Enough! Will you let me speak?

Perhaps it would be better, your Emminence...

I've complained a thousand

times, I want a solution!

Order, order!

Order

One at a time, democratically

Who has asked to speak?

Let's all go to city hall

and speak to Marcus Aurelius!

The municipality isn't responsible

Then who is?

- They've deliberated

- Who?

- To be more precise, I propose to name...

- Go on!

Shut up for a bit, let me finish!

I propose to name a

commission that will recieve...

- Where, in the city?

- Where else?

- It's always the same thing!

- I want to speak!

- I want to speak!

- Mother, there's one on a red dress

Who is it?

Hello Father.

Forgive me sir.

I don't know what to call you.

Excellence? Emminence?

I don't know

This is the community of the

parish of St. Mathew

To what do we owe the honor of this visit?

What is your name, my son?

I am Don Paolo Arnoldi.

Oh, of course

I've heard of you, friend Paolo

May I sit among you?

Franco! Take a seat

Make yourself comfortable, please

Please

Who has asked to speak?

We hear you.

Who wants to speak?

You won't speak? Did he scare you?

Me, scared? No one does anything

because everything is in ruins

What do you mean, ruins?

It's all cement

- We want a solution!

- Very well

- We'll took it by force!

- Yes, and the police will throw you out

- We could lose everything.

- We'll lose more if we don't try

- You never do anything!

- Shut up fascist!

It's been a year!

A year I've been trying to get

you to understand, to reason!

Seeing as how you can't

agree on anything, we'll vote

- The priest has gotten angry

- What are we voting on?

You won't vote, your Emminence?

No, I don't think it's appropriate

What does his Emminence care?

He washes his hands of it

Did you see, your Emminence? These

unfortunates have been abandoned by all

This is no man's land, and

that's not the only problem

You don't want to give your opinion?

Of course. With true shame and profound agony,

I take the stand to speak to you all

Shame, because I came to your community...

due to a coincidental and everyday

mechanical accident and not forced,

as I should have been,

by any religious feeling

And the pain is real at seeing

the total lack of well-being...

in which you live out your everyday lives

A lack in well-being that

can turn in to violence..

The dumb, the useless,

the stupid violence

I've heard some of you,

you in particular, I believe, say:

"Let's go..."

"Let's take over..."

"Let's attack..."

Look who's talking about violence!

Yes, yes. I... No, no

I exercised violence

Did I changed your mind?

Did I convince you? No!

I only increased your

anger. Isn't that so friend?

So now?

Go on. Go on children

Let's return you to your community

...which at the moment stands accused...

- Son of a b*tch

...of neglecting spiritual virtue in favor of,

perhaps in an execissve

manner, social matters,

the betterment of your material conditions

I don't accuse you, no. I don't

accuse you. Although it's true...

that the saints could elevate

themselves even among misery

I recall St. Francis,

the beggar of Assisi,

St. Benito and in thousands

of heroes of the faith...

who managed to get rid of

everything, to be happy in poverty

But they were saints

We aren't

We're imperfect

But how could you not be imperfect?

You who follow a different sort of happiness,

worldly happiness

For us happiness is justice!

Yes, justice

What are you doing? Get out!

- Get out of here

- Begone

Justice, yes brothers,

but, what justice?

What sort of justice?

The justice of a priest who

doesn't feel the responsiblity...

of wearing with dignity the holy vestements?

No, the justice of god

- It isn't the vestements, your Emminence!

- Shut up, let him speak

Very well, Jesus said:

"Blessed are those who hunger for justice

for they shall be satisfied."

But he also said:

"Blessed are the meek, because meekness...

shall be turned into riches"

- When did he say that?

- He said it

- Didn't you see Zefirelli's Jesus?

- Yes, yes

Let us read the Gospel, beloved children,

and remeber Christ's words

"Do not forge a treasure on earth...

where thieves loot and pillage.

Instead forge a treasure in heaven"

What a tongue he has!

- They should make him pope.

- They should.

Today is a day of celebration.

Perhaps not for you,

but surely for me, because I am among you..

my beloved congregation

And I want that this house of the Lord,

which isn't a house of intrigues, or of frolic...

be illuminated with light, like is done...

in palaces on holidays

Light, then, all your lights!

Illuminate your souls!

- Let the light penetrate...

- How beautiful!

- It looks like Christmas

- Yes, Christmas

And all together, children, let us

listen to the old and much loved...

ringing of the bells for the glory of the Lord

Yes, very good, go on little one

And let us express through

the sound of this old organ...

our feelings of faith, of charity, of hope...

of meekness.

Yes, and of obedience

And let us sing together, my

flock, to the glory of the Lord

He will be proud!

Your Emminece, Gaetano is there, we can leave

Raise up your voices!

Let them reach the heavens!

Yes, your grandmother.

Yeah, go to hell.

Yes, of course

Wait a moment

Hello, very kind of you

- Where are you going?

- To Bondano.

What a pity, I'm taking

a detour to Ponzelle first

It's quite a ways away

- You couldn't?

- To Bondano? No, they're waiting for me

Get on anyway. You'll gain

some ground and then...

we'll see. Go on, get in

Very well, get comfortable

I like this, you know? Picking

people up on the road

Women, of course

Because the presence of a woman in the car...

always gives things a touch

of joy. That's how it is

It makes travelling easier too

Oh, these boys...

How can they get in with

the first one that comes by?

They should have some caution.

Don't they read the newspaper?

I mean, sexual violence, rapes

I could see you are a good person

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