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- We're the Catholic Pete, Linc and Julie.

Well, I am Michael Cardinal Driscoll,

and among other things...

I'm head of

the theosophic council.

A bit like the dead letter department

of the post office, I'm afraid.

I believe Michelangelo

went blind from candlelight.

Dominic didn't believe

in electricity.

Yes, but a sin eater? You couldn't have

shocked the bishop more if you'd said...

you'd been possessed by some Phoenician

demon and then demanded an exorcism.

- The exorcism was on Friday.

- Well, today is Monday.

And yet, I think there may be

credence to what you say.

Matter of fact, I know there is.

A sin eater-

a renegade who provides a path to heaven

outside of the church, outside of our savior.

If you believe such things,

he has the power...

to grant redemption

to the unrepentant.

Sort of a heretical wrench in the cogs

of our Catholic machinery.

You two were Dominic's chosen. What do

you know about his excommunication?

Nothing.

- He wouldn't speak of it.

- Well, Dominic believed this other...

this man was based right here in Rome.

Now, that's all I know because

that's all he told me...

and I assume that the two of you

plan to seek him out.

Otherwise, I am just spinning

my wheels here.

Sadly, the church no longer

has the will to dispatch.

Thank God we still have the tools.

The instrument of delivery,

if you will.

Now, if you'll excuse me...

there are even more pressing matters

weighing on the Vatican tonight.

Signorina.

What could be more

important than this?

They say the pope is ill.

In fact, they say that he's dying.

And that man, Mara, girl,

that American is front-runner for the job.

That man that just asked you

to kill somebody?

Left it to our discretion, I'd say.

Where'd you get that?

Last year. Got drunk,

woke up with it.

That's very strange.

Sailors get anchors, so I'm a priest.

It's still strange, Tommy.

I'm glad Dominic

believed in bathrooms.

I usually just open the window

and lean out.

What's strange is that you're a priest

sleeping on the couch...

instead of a man

sleeping in bed with her.

Thomas, two days ago,

she was in a mental institution.

So, she's crazy about you.

Can you look me in the eye and tell me

you still wanna be a priest?

Can you?

There are other ways to serve.

Hmm, to serve.

- It's knowledge I'm after.

- Knowledge.

When I look under a rock,

my gut reacts to what I see.

I don't wonder how it got under

the rock to begin with.

You guys tired?

Go upstairs and get some sleep.

- Good night.

- Night.

- Sweet dreams, yeah?

- You too.

I know who she is,

but who is she?

Tell me something about her.

- Hmm.

She's a- She's a painter.

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