The Order

Every life is a riddle.

The answer to mine

is a knowledge born of darkness.

It wasn't always so.

In the beginning,

I still had questions.

In the beginning,

my mystery still remained.

Brother Dominic...

scholar of the Catholic arcane.

Believer in

the unsanitized church.

A church that no longer

believes in itself.

The church

of stigmata...

and exorcism, saints...

and demons...

and me.

I believe in many things.

So do I.

And right now,

I believe it's time.

Are you ready to

make your confession?

Forgive me, Alex.

I have sinned against you.

There he is. That's Alex.

- He's young.

- But an old soul, Clive.

He's an old soul.

Mea culpa. Mea culpa.

Mea maxima culpa.

- Corpus Christi?

- Amen.

- Corpus Christi?

- Amen.

- Corpus Christi?

- Amen.

I need to speak with you.

Do you always say

the mass in Latin?

- It's how I was taught.

- It belies your age.

And with your back

to your audience, no less.

You know, six or 700 years ago...

they wouldn't have

seen you at all.

You'd have sung the mass in Latin

behind a huge choir screen...

out of the sight of a congregation

who was only allowed to... listen.

I think you would have liked the choir

screen, Alex. You're a contradiction.

What I am is stuck here because the church

doesn't know what to do with me.

Well, the church doesn't know

what the hell to do with itself.

Look, I won't pretend I don't know

you have certain qualifications...

certain skills, that set you apart

from other priests.

However, the diocese has certain questions

about your faith, Alex.

So, what do you want from me?

Well, I have

sad news for you.

- Dominic, the head of your order-

- I know who he is.

He's dead.

Today. In Rome.

Is this your mother?

Say good-bye, Alex.

It's time to say good-bye.

Good-bye.

Leave your tears here

and then forget them.

Alex?

Alex? Alex?

How is it that a cardinal has enough

time to come and tell me this?

Because I loved him.

Because he was my mentor.

Because the circumstances

of his death are... curious.

I need to go to Rome.

The diocese will arrange a flight.

In the name of God, in the name of

Jesus Christ, I order you back to hell.

Your time is coming.

In the name of God, in the name of

Jesus Christ, I order you back to hell.

In the name of God, in the name of

Jesus Christ, I order you back to hell.

F*ck your god!

All mouth, no trousers.

Your church will be lost,

Priest.

The dark pope... rises.

- Hello?

- Ah, Thomas.

- I've been trying to reach you, mate.

- Alex.

-

- How are you, SpaghettiO?

Yeah, listen to me.

Dominic died.

- Dominic?

- Yeah.

Ah, no.

- When did it happen?

- Last night.

Where are you? In New York?

At St. Anthony's?

Yeah. Listen,

I'm going to Rome, Thomas.

- When?

- Tomorrow.

And guess what.

So are you.

Just be there.

Hi.

Hi.

When did they release you?

I was released today.

Years ago, it was a dorm

for all the priests.

Now it's empty.

You're here.

True.

-

- Oh, I'll wait.

Uh, we're looking

for Alex Bernier.

That's me.

Is there something wrong?

Just a heads-up, Father.

You know a...

Mara Williams?

Yes.

She escaped today from the mental-health

facility where she was remanded by the court.

Remanded, huh? And what does this

have to do with me?

Well, she was locked up

for trying to kill you, wasn't she?

That was the main reason, yes.

I just thought you'd like to know

she's unaccounted for.

Look, I could have a car drive

by here once in a while.

- No, I'm fine. Thank you.

- Well, like I said, a heads- up.

You know, it says here-

I couldn't make it out in this copy-

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