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- Airports...

Away from our parishes.

What's happening outside?

Why are they excluding us?

Excluding us? From what?

You must be frank with us.

Excluding us from what?

I don't know.

Gentlemen... the meditation on the

cross is about to begin.

Gentlemen, we're here to pray.

Meditation on the cross

...to obtain life,

you will no longer have vain visions,

and you will no longer practice

divination.

I shall deliver my people

from your hands,

and you will discover that

I am the Eternal One.

These men don't deserve to be

treated with equity,

for they give bad advice in this city.

And, in my anger, I shall make

pelting rain fall down,

What have I done for Christ?

What am I doing for Christ?

What shall I do for Christ?

You have multiplied your

murders in this city.

You have filled its streets with corpses.

Thus speaks the Lord, the Eternal One.

Your victims, lying all over this city,

are the flesh. This city is the pot,

and you shall be eliminated...

He wasn't like that when we left him.

Why undress him?

What's their aim?

Is there a message in all of this?

But I took him to the helicopter!

Don Gaetano, don't leave me alone!

Another one! Who is he?

It's Professor Martellini,

chairman of FIET.

That's where he got to!

He's been dead for 24 hours...

before Michelozzi...!

Don Gaetano, tell me what you know.

I feel left out...

I'm not part of it.

But why?

What's going on?

If the spiritual exercises are done properly,

something always happens.

Didn't you know?

It's like a sance.

I've always served the clergy faithfully.

America and business...

They must defend me.

I don't want to die!

- Where's your husband?

- I don't know.

There were some men...

maybe they took him away.

- Who were they?

- I don't know.

Yes...

No - you stay there.

For liturgy and confession,

women must be kept separate.

The only sins I'm guilty of

are sins of desire.

I covet for him... the leadership.

Power, glory, a 7-year mandate.

I covet for him victory,

because only he can...

raise Italy from the abyss it is in.

Like a mother,

I see him leading the nation.

I can see his monument... there...

I'm like Italy,

and to me... he's Cavour.

He's Garibaldi.

That's it:
to me, he's Cavour.

And I can't... I can't make

love to Cavour...

to Garibaldi, Metternich, Disraeli or De Gaulle!

And to me he is Christ on high.

To me he is... Christ!

Maybe... that is my sin.

I let him suckle me,

so he'll become strong.

But a mother cannot make love

to her own son.

And also... other desires.

I desire... I desire...

all that's forbidden.

All that you know.

Even right now, when I was his secretary,

I enjoyed it when he dictated his speeches.

Today I enjoy it when he recites them.

But it all stops there,

despite our six children.

And I desire... I desire...

Maybe I don't even know what.

Maybe I want him to die.

All my desires are about death.

I want him to become a monument

to a dead man...

and I, a woman...

The murderer is...

No... no...

We adore you and bless you, Christ,

because through your holy cross...

you've redeemed the world.

Notify only the participants that,

in room 801,

we've found Martellini's body as well.

Exult and rejoice,

for great is your reward in heaven!

From now on, all participants must approach

the sacrament of confession!

O God, if You want to, You can save me.

Why didn't you tell me or Arras

first about these deaths?

- Still helping your friends?

- They're not my friends,

but though I despise them,

I love them...

They hasten the fall.

You don't believe in us, in the State?

I hope you won't pain me by telling

me there's still a state.

Won't you co-operate?

And justice... blame... expiation?

You can't forget you're a judge,

just as I can't forget I'm a priest.

We're the dead who bury the dead.

Michelozzi had some very

compromising papers on you.

- Did you know that, Don Gaetano?

- So did Voltrano.

Voltrano even had the evidence.

But you, dear sir,

what can you prove?

I can't prove anything without

your help.

But you're showing your worst side!

There you go, using divisive words.

Worst... best...

white... black.

Whereas everything is but a long fall.

- Like in a dream.

- What?

Like in a dream, understand?

Nothing more to tell me?

Haven't you noticed that...

one of the most important of

them has disappeared?

The one that some of them call

"The President".

Is he dead too?

Who told you?

- Seen the President?

- No.

- Seen the President?

- No.

Why? Has something happened to him?

Go and have a look.

- Seen the President?

- Not since the second meditation.

- Gentlemen...

- The lights!

- Scalambri! - What's happening?

Scalambri has disappeared! Where is he?

What's going on? Call for back-up.

Mr. Scalambri?

Mr. Scalambri?

- Here.

- Come, Mr. Scalambri.

- Where?

- I'm here... in the crypt.

- Come...

- I'm coming.

Some masked men brought me here.

What's happening?

That's Capra Porfiri.

Unfortunately for him,

I arrived too late.

- Is he dead?

- Yes. Irreversibly so...

As was intended.

What are you doing here

with a dead man?

Sir, I must put forward a hypothesis...

A hard, painful, bitter hypothesis,

but credible.

Given the recent troubles in

our political life,

and the links which tenaciously bind it...

to crime, immorality...

and even science-fiction.

- May I?

- Please.

To cover it.

It's better to cover it before breaking our reserve.

Sir, through the dead, someone...

I don't know who...

Understand this:
I don't know who.

Someone wants to send us a message,

a warning, a signal.

- What? - A chair.

- Please explain.

I don't understand.

It's easier than it seems. Look...

Read what's written beside the

name of the first victim, the Hon. Martellini.

- Michelozzi, you mean.

- No, the man with red hair.

Scaglia... Ifim... Rate...

Ortis... Vicipu...

Do you know what all these strange

words mean?

They're acronyms. And I presume each one

stands for a corporation...

or institution the victim had an interest in.

Well done!

The Hon. Martellini...

was chairman of many companies...

all State companies.

- Pay attention:
and so were the others.

- And?

And? I can assure you that all

these strange words...

"ISNAN... REACA... DOBRA... CICA...

ANAU... ANASARDA..."

Together, separate, multiplied, divided,

they form the following sentence:

"Todo modo para buscar la

voluntad divina!"

- What does it mean?

- A saying of Saint Ignatius,

it means:
"the search to find the divine will."

Who suggested this crazy hypothesis?

Forget it. Specialists have deciphered

some basic acronyms.

FITOD... of which the poor

Martellini was chairman,

"Financial Investments Overseas."

400 billion lire a year... FITOD... TOD...

O... TODO...

Now to the second company,

Michelozzi's:
CROMOR.

"Credit and Overseas Marketing Operations."

From CROMOR we can take the

following initials: O, M, O.

OMO?

- So we have TODO...

- TODO...

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