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the confession of this sin

isn't valid.

Sins can be forgiven...

only if what was stolen

is given back.

There is no salvation

without restitution.

Money, credit, trust,

appointments...

power itself. That which is ill-gotten

must be returned.

The Neapolitans are going.

They have a guilty conscience.

Professor Bastanti too.

Strange.

Retire now. Meditate on this theme

alone in your rooms,

with your own consciences.

One will be chosen, another will be left out.

Where a corpse lies...

therein the eagles will meet.

Friends, feel free to speak.

The priest called us thieves.

By "ill-gotten" he meant "stolen."

That seems clear, no?

We won't be absolved until we

return what was stolen.

After dedicating 30 years

to the country,

I feel sad, humiliated.

I feel like a leper!

We should have carried on

doing our professions.

No-one checks a manufacturer,

a doctor, an engineer or a trader.

Friends, everyone is asking

us to change.

We'll have to return something.

Never! How many posts have we lost

through our weakness?

ALERAC and many other

corporations are theirs.

We might as well be in opposition.

I ask myself if behind the priest

there isn't the will of someone higher?

Maybe the Church is trying to distance

itself from us?

That would be the height of ingratitude.

They can't. They can't

abandon us. And for whom?

- For them?

- It's unthinkable. - Absurd!

The Church is always one step ahead.

It can smell the crisis

in manufacturing.

Yes to capitalism,

as long as it's state-run.

- So everyone's happy.

- Why the f*** is he here?

- "He" also means "her".

- Who?

America.

What if everyone, I mean everyone,

industrialists, priests

the CIA and so on, are all

agreed to liquidate us?

- Why? What for?

- We must act, not pray.

Get out!

You pray in the dark... and alone.

Until you dull your senses.

Imagine being before your judge.

The real judge.

...otherwise you won't gain

any credit from our Father in Heaven.

When you give alms,

don't sound the trumpet before you...

Thank you for coming.

We're ready.

It's a difficult time.

It needs all our concentration.

Just like the spiritual exercises.

Excuse me a minute.

Make the hearts of these

people insensitive.

Block their ears,

close their eyes.

so they cannot see with their own eyes,

or hear with their own ears.

What brings one closer to the faith?

Development or stagnation?

God is not convertible currency.

Is parasitical income a

venial or a mortal sin?

Who said it was a sin?

Who's more help to the faith?

An employed worker...

or an unemployed one?

God's dismissal is forever.

For a capitalist society,

a fall in the interest rate

is tantamount to a vocational

crisis for the Church.

Neither priests, nor entrepreneurs.

One mustn't give up hope.

I know they're after you.

I'm not afraid to go to jail.

I am.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

"I can do anything,

but not everything is useful.

"I'm allowed everything,

but nothing will enslave me."

Good evening.

- Here.

- No. Please...

Excellent talk... topical.

- Enjoy your work.

- Thank you.

Let's begin.

- Let's begin.

Indeed. Friends, time is running out.

National income has fallen.

Investments have collapsed.

The budget deficit has

more than doubled,

Only the worker's selfishness

has survived.

This is the socio-economic problem.

Leave!

You weren't invited.

Leave!

I too am a child of God.

- Leave.

- I too am a child of God.

- Get out, I said.

- Why start the clean-up with me?

It's a difficult time.

- We are many... why start with me?

- It's a difficult time.

I've always done my duty

for the Party and the Church.

- Church and Party.

- What are you doing?

I've always lived in abstinence

and penitence...

I've always lived like a martyr.

In self-flagellation...

Look here! And here!

Yes, I've stolen.

I've stolen... I'm a thief.

I stole for the Party!

- The punishment is excessive...

My life has been hell.

Please, Voltrano,

don't do this...

- I must be saved.

- Cover yourself.

Please, Voltrano...

About those children...

there were four.

We must be understanding.

Calm now, calm.

I won't go down alone.

- Please.

- Thank you.

To work. It's late.

It's a transitional period.

I'll have to carry the cross

of mediation to Calvary...

for the new order. These thousands

of restless corporations...

must be made fruitful.

Isn't that so? - Yes.

My cross has become heavy.

- But so has theirs.

- Why? What have you done?

They had to admit their inferiority.

They're incapable of analysis.

Mediation, mediation...

New faces, start from zero,

centralism,

They're immobilised.

Now we're at mediation...

and a new strategy

aimed at stability.

Great parallel lines which run

towards infinity in a design,

which only purports to be the

realisation, right?

- Yes.

- Of a bigger design,

eternal and motionless...

- Immutable.

- Yes, immutable.

We must never forget

that the poor...

form the absolute majority of

the electorate.

- This is the problem.

- So be it.

The Holy Rosary

Now we'll contemplate the five

sorrowful mysteries.

In the first, we see Jesus on the

Mount of Olives.

Our Father, who art in Heaven,

hallowed be Thy name...

- What are you doing? - Why?

- Who are you? - The cook.

- I see!

- Then I can stay? Thanks.

He's dead!

I absolve you of your sins,

in the name of the Father...

The Hon. Michelozzi is dead.

He's been shot.

Block all the exits!

No-one is to leave the hotel.

Monitor the phones.

What is it? What are you doing?

Why are you searching me?

Hands off!

I'm the cook!

Gentlemen, let us pray.

In the chapel in one hour.

Meditation on hell.

Second day

Meditation on hell

The priest is intelligent, very intelligent.

Extraordinary, terrible...

If only I had him in my hands to interrogate properly.

I'd make him spit out his soul, if he has one.

Because it's clear, the murderer...

The murderer...

Is it him?

It's one of them.

- Where are they now?

- They're all in church, meditating.

- Can we go in?

- Sure. This way.

I want to talk to you, quite

unashamedly, about hell.

We mustn't be ashamed to

believe in hell.

Hell and punishment are the

basis of Christianity.

And I as a shepherd,

today more than ever,

in this grave moment, here below...

I feel the need to remind my flock

of the danger it faces:

That of having forgotten hell.

You must try to visualise...

in your own minds

the length... the breadth...

the depth of hell.

See the immensity of the flames.

The souls of the damned!

They're like incandescent bodies.

The dark flames, black smoke,

the endless darkness...

the burning sulphur.

The massed bodies one on top of the other,

without a breath of air.

The fire of hell... doesn't give out light.

The sins of men in power deserve hell

more than any others.

I see representatives of earthly justice.

I ask all here present to be

at their disposal.

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