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- Too bad for him!

This is our chance for a new start.

He'll be left out.

Let's give them enough rope

to hang themselves.

We mustn't make mistakes.

Let's stay.

I don't agree. It's dangerous.

- The deacon.

Don Gaetano goes to meet them.

Senator Lombo pays his respects.

Here are some other famous

participants.

Mrs. Capra Porfiri, mother of

the minister Capra Porfiri,

whose work in defence of

religious education is well known.

Let them speak first.

Someone always does.

Don't say "painfully",

or "regretfully", or "sadly",

and above all, talk magmatically,

as you always do.

Anyway, they don't believe you as

you don't believe them.

Speak 'officialese' only if

you have nothing to say.

You are assembled here...

of your own free will, as always.

In isolation, and stripped of

all your privileges and affections,

to create through prayer,

meditation and talks,

a language which will bring

you closer to God.

But will God want to listen to you?

You are all politicians.

You are God's privileged children.

You govern this country in the

name of the faith.

And yet... I read in your eyes

bewilderment and fear.

Your souls are frozen with dismay.

Why?

Are you perhaps afraid at the

prospect of losing your power?

Power which for years you've wielded

over people and things.

But I ask you:

in the past year, have you rendered unto

God that which is God's?

You need have only one fear:

that of having strayed from God,

and from the Church.

The dismay of knowing that sin

invokes death. I repeat:

God will listen to you!

''If only you were cold,

"but as you're neither

warm nor cold,

"but tepid, I shall start to vomit

you from my mouth".

The Apocalypse of St. John.

There... I want these spiritual

exercises

to be... memorable for you!

Lamb of God, who taketh away

the sins of the world...

Give us peace.

The Communion hymn.

This has taught us

the love of God.

He gave His life for us.

And we too must give our

life for our brethren.

Father - where are the hosts?

- Someone has taken them.

- You've forgotten to bless the hosts.

- I did it this morning.

- This is empty too. Someone has stolen them.

Dear brethren, something very strange

and incredible has happened.

Those wishing to receive communion

will have to wait until tomorrow.

- But...

- They've stolen even consecrated hosts.

- It's a sign.

- Yes.

It's a bad start.

Lord... why me?

Saint Ignatius said that the

best way to control overeating

if you're tempted to eat to excess,

is to fast.

Well, my friends: I shall fast.

- Voltrano, what do you mean?

- What I said.

We know you. You're hinting at

other forms of eating

No. In fact, I'm fasting.

I'm following the saint's advice.

Why don't you fast too?

And all of your faction?

Why don't we all fast?

It would also do us good.

Didn't we eat enough yesterday...

the day before yesterday?

With filial devotion...

Shall we continue to eat

as it was in the beginning,

is now and ever shall be,

world without end?

Those wanting to fast,

raise your hands.

Friends, here amongst us,

there are also people...

who've suffered hunger.

The others must fast. The others!

Who is this saint who's suffered hunger?

Tell us his name.

I had prepared a few words to

thank Don Gaetano...

for this opportunity to reflect

and to reconsider.

But...

I'll tear up what I wrote.

I'm tearing up everything,

as you can see.

No prepared speech.

Let's start from zero,

as we should.

I feel the time has come

to think back on the 30 years

during which we've led the country.

Thirty years...

during which we've carried

out a difficult, painful...

maybe agonising... agitation...

I mean reconciliation...

between the past, the future

and the present.

Between religion and political practices.

Reconciliation...

between public and private

enterprises,

between North and South,

between Right and Left,

rich and poor,

wages and prices...

- Good and evil.

- Between us and them.

Now... no-one wants to

admit the need...

for any reconciliation

with our role itself.

They ask for...

clarification.

Then... what should we do?

We can no longer dilly-dally...

New orientations are necessary.

What a nerve!

Or else admit failure...

painfully.

- What failure?

- Speak for yourself!

I think, friends, that the first

reconciliation should be between us.

Now you must fast.

For today... I will fast.

I too.

- I will fast.

- I will too.

- I will not.

- I will fast.

- So will I.

- I won't.

- I won't fast.

- The hosts!

- It's a sacrilege.

- Who put them there?

- My God.

Who did that?

Let him come forward if he dares.

- A doctor, please!

- Let's take him to a cardiologist.

Gentlemen! Our first meditation

begins in one hour.

It'll be on sin.

I suggest you go back to your rooms

and prepare for meditation with all your hearts.

My baggage. I want to leave.

Meditation on sin

The first meditation is on sin,

Giacinta.

I... must prepare myself.

I have to think deeply about sin.

- Will you help me?

- Yes... yes.

Sin comes from "peccus",

a foot defect.

The defect makes one limp...

and stray from the right path.

I must weigh all my sins...

all the filth and perversity

of my sins.

I must face up to all the filth...

and corruption of my sins!

I'm a canker which

festers, festers!

I'm a purulent abscess.

Purulent!

All my sins.

Here we are, Giacinta and I...

sinners at Your feet.

And with our imagination,

we look at our sins.

But my wife is innocent.

I'm the guilty one.

- No, it's not true.

I have sinned.

I want to sin.

I am the source of infection.

- I corrupt you, my husband.

- No, not now. Not now.

I'm sorry.

Giacinta...

what did the radio say about

the epidemic?

- More deaths.

- Where?

One... in Avellino.

The theme I've chosen for

the first meditation...

of our spiritual exercises is sin.

The sin of the rebel angels?

Original sin? No.

Personal sin.

Now, I ask you:

what is your personal sin?

The sin of a man in power?

Look at your hands. Look at them!

The power they wield is

burning them.

Yes, it's burning them.

There would be no sin, if there

were no power.

You wield the power...

and you put no limits on your

powers and sins!

How much time do you

think you have left?

Power kills.

It has already killed.

Have you confessed your

sins to yourselves?

Have you confessed them

before God?

He confessed, and did not deny,

and confessed.

Why, if he confessed, did he add

"and did not deny"?

And why, if he confessed

and did not deny,

did he add "he confessed"?

He's here...

Your Excellency,

your place is here.

Who are you?

A minister, an under-secretary,

a state councillor, a financer?

A party leader?

A famous journalist?

All right, you're a powerful man.

Then I ask you:
what do

you confess? How do you confess?

How do you all confess?

And why do you confess? To be absolved?

If what you stole from others

can be returned and isn't returned

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