The Order Page #3
Here we are.
Time to see Chirac.
Who is he anyways?
A rising darkness.
A rising darkness?
We're looking for Rosalinda.
Sure. She's over there.
Girl with the faraway eyes.
We need you to take us to Chirac.
Don't start your posturing,
you pagan worshipping pig.
You owe me a debt.
My friend and I
are looking for the other.
Just what does he mean
by the dying?
-
-
Ask him.
Oh, sh*t. Uh-
Where- Where can I find the sin eater?
The other will find you.
Upon the stone where all is built-
he brings you claves...
regni caelorum.
Claves regni caelorum?
The keys to the kingdom of heaven.
Upon the stone
where all is built.
Upon the stone
where all is built.
Ah, I hate riddles.
Petrus, stone. Petram.
Peter is the stone upon which all,
right, the church is built.
St. Peter's.
Well, the other will find me then.
St. Peter's. Doesn't anyone
just meet for coffee anymore?
- And he will bring you claves regni-
Alex!
Come on.
Let's get out of here.
Thomas.
Thomas.
No point in hangin' around.
Thomas!
Tommy, love.
How long have you
been a priest, Thomas?
Certain pleasures
are forever out of reach.
- Denied.
- Thomas!
Leave it for a sunny day.
Come on.
All mouth and no trousers.
Remember that girl
in Dublin? Megan was her name.
Did you feel foolish, Tommy?
In love with a whore.
Thomas?
It's personal. Ignore it.
The first and only lesson, remember?
Tommy love. Oh, Tommy.
I love you, Tommy.
- Come on, mate.
- Never give them an inch.
- Tommy.
- Not one f***in' inch!
Thomas? Thomas! Thomas!
In the name of God
and Jesus Christ...
to hell with you!
I love you, Tommy.
I'll pray for you, Tommy.
- Thomas!
Sh*t!
I said there was no point
in hanging around.
You never laugh, Alex.
It's not good for the soul.
I thought you might
be the nurse.
- Thomas, what happened? Where's Alex?
- He's off in search of coffee.
As for me, I was hoisted up
by me own petard.
Mara, if I can ask...
what happened
between you and Alex?
It's okay.
If I was embarrassed,
I'd wear bracelets.
My little brother was murdered,
and they brought Alex in to consult.
The Filmore murders.
Dominic sent Alex.
That was his first time on his own.
Mara, I hear confession all the time.
Nightingales.
- What about them?
Those are the birds
that I'd hear singing...
right before
the headaches started.
These headaches,
they'd go on for weeks.
They were... blinding.
So, I did this,
and even that didn't help.
Alex performed an exorcism.
Yeah.
Alex took away my pain...
and I fell in love with a priest
who couldn't love me back.
Love.
You traded one pain for another.
Something terrible is gonna
happen to Alex, Thomas.
I don't know what it is...
but I know that
it's worse than death.
Am I the answer to your prayer?
My friends call me William.
William Eden.
- I'm not your friend.
-
That remains to be seen.
I know what you're feeling, Alex,
and you're right.
God exists.
He just doesn't give a damn.
Magnificence.
Flesh rots.
St. Peter's remains.
This impossible dome, Alex...
it was raised by my brother
when I was still a boy.
Blood and sweat built this...
not faith.
It was Michelangelo who drew
the dome on a piece of paper...
but it was left to my brother
to figure out a way...
to raise it halfway to heaven...
and it was my honor, each day
to bring him something to eat...
- and ask him of the world outside of my own.
- Papa?
Hey, William.
You brought some food.
Thank you.
Tell me a story, Phillip,
a story ofJerusalem.
Jerusalem?
- Phillip!
Phillip!
Phillip!
He's dying.
I can give no absolution.
He was excommunicated
last year in Jerusalem.
Good enough to
build God's house...
but not to let him
enter his kingdom.
Is that it?
William, go.
Fetch the sin eater.
In Jerusalem, my brother gave
a dying Arab a drink of water.
There was no well,
so he gave him holy water.
My brother gave the church
his youth in Jerusalem...
his blood at St. Peter's,
but when he lay dying...
they deserted him.
When his soul stretched out,
caught between heaven and hell...
it was the other
who delivered him.
It was the other
who gave him peace.
I always loved
my brother, Alex...
but the church I grew to hate.
This... is the other way.
I can teach you...
if you are willing.
I was willing.
And so, I was taught.
Did you kill Dominic Sousa?
The church killed him.
He died when
he was excommunicated.
His body continued on a while,
but his spirit was dead.
That's a lie.
He was, Alex. He was ruined,
broken, not playacting.
Don't talk to me of lies.
I lost it in 1602.
I had dinner with Caravaggio
and drank too much wine.
It's a means-
an instrument for ridding the world
of the other.
Answer my question.
Did you kill Dominic?
He killed himself, Alex,
after the church abandoned him...
after they took away
his reason to live.
They did to him as they did
to my brother, Alex.
And you know what I did?
You know what
I did for Dominic?
I gave him absolution.
I took on the burden of his sins,
and I gave him peace.
Not the church- I.
So don't talk to me of lies, Alex.
Dominic was like a father to me.
I'm just trying to understand.
Come with me.
Every fear hides a wish.
Don't you think?
So what is it
to be a sin eater?
What is it not to be one?
I know of no other way to be.
It seems beyond a man's judgment.
Forgiveness is God's domain.
I'm just an instrument.
Like any great power,
it depends on how it's used.
- And how do you use it?
- As I see fit.
I'm not a threat to the church.
I'm an insult, an embarrassment.
But you're a Carolingian.
You know how it feels to be outside.
I serve the church.
Serve yourself.
Get Alex some fresh clothes
and a hot bath if he would like.
And then take him someplace quiet
where he can sit.
If you would like anything,
anything can be arranged.
- How long have I been asleep for?
- A few hours.
What is it you want, Alex?
- I want to learn the truth.
- Truth?
The terrible thing about searching for
the truth is that sometimes you find it.
Not to mention it makes you
very unwelcome at parties.
It makes you unwelcome anywhere,
even in church.
Who are you?
I'm all that remains when
everything else turns to dust.
But to put it simply, Alex,
I'm very, very tired.
Are you a man?
I sh*t. I f***.
I shave. Does that
make me a man?
Can you die?
You tell me.
I laugh. I cry.
Once, I loved.
Does that make me a man?
I don't know. What about you, Alex?
Are you a man?
- I'm a priest.
- You understand the difference...
the truth of it.
Good.
Do you remember what Keats said
about the truth?
"Beauty is truth. Truth is beauty."
Keeping that in mind...
my original question,
what is it you want?
The truth...
or something beautiful?
Something beautiful.
Beauty is truth, Alex.
Does your oasis have a name?
Mara.
- Her name is Mara.
- So say it.
Say what you want, Alex.
If it's the truth, then
why be afraid? Say it.
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