He deserves to die!
This man walks with this "Son of God"!
I do not! I don't know him!
Aah!
I would like to offer my own tomb as your son's final place of rest.
He was killed for the repeated blasphemy
of claiming to be the Messiah.
And if he was?
Once the Romans realize your message remains a threat,
they will root you out.
The Nazarene was only ever flesh and blood.
I want you to post temple guards at Arimathea's tomb.
It must remain sealed.
On the third day, he promises to rise from death.
I will post a small guard outside the tomb.
The Roman seal has been broken.
The tomb is now open, and the Nazarene... Is gone.
What do you mean, "gone"?
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What is this?
The Nazarene's tomb was raided overnight.
What of the Roman guard?
Fled.
Do you take me for a fool?
A massive stone sealed that tomb.
One man alone
could never have moved it.
There must have been many.
So, how many did you see?
One, but it wasn't human.
Impossible!
They're clearly lying.
Nevertheless, we cannot allow their account
to be the basis of a dangerous rumor.
Then think quickly to ensure that it can't.
If asked, you're only to repeat
that you fell asleep on duty.
And while you slept,
the Nazarene's men tore open the tomb
and stole his corpse.
Count yourselves lucky your dereliction of duty
doesn't compel my husband to strip you of the priesthood.
I never want to see you again.
The Nazarene's followers
are attempting to fake his resurrection.
Why won't this business end?
Why couldn't this Jesus
just stay dead?
You need to keep a cool head, now more than ever.
You are celebrated for your shrewd intelligence, Caiaphas.
Draw on every last drop
before Pilate discovers what has happened
and uses it against us all.
Find the Nazarene's body
before the Galileans begin to publicize their hoax.
We shall hang his corpse outside the city wall.
What a relief,
to be finally leaving this damned hole.
I've earned my time
away from this place like never before.
I'll be packed by midday.
Please, no longer.
I can't wait for the Mediterranean winds
to blow away the last traces of your nightmares
and apparitions.
My dream was clear.
The man you crucified was favored by the gods.
We shall all suffer for his execution.
We really need to get you back to civilization.
It's empty.
What?
The tomb.
Good morning, Governor.
It was.
I trust the tremor in the night didn't disturb your sleep?
Not for a moment.
Now...
What brings you here, gentlemen?
I wanted to come in person
to thank you for your guidance with the Nazarene
these past weeks.
Your gratitude is unnecessary.
Governance is my job.
It is the third day, is it not?
It is.
And he remains dead?
He does.
As I and every law of nature predicted.
Indeed.
Wherever I am posted in the empire,
whatever benefits occupation brings,
there are always those
who seek to challenge the authority of Rome,
and the outcome is usually the same.
Your support is a great help.
When faced with the choice of being either firm or fair,
I've learned that firm generally pays the greater dividend.
Good day, gentlemen.
Safe passage.
He knows nothing.
We don't have long before he does.
We need to find that body.
I'm working on it. Well, work harder.
Oh!
Sir.
What is this?
A member of the guard from the Nazarene's tomb to speak to you.
Why does he tremble?
- With fear. - Of what?
Of what may follow when he tells you what he told me.
That is my price.
Long time, no see.
Priest.
What do you want?
For the moment, just your attention.
And then your help to find a corpse.
Lord our God, you are the hope of Israel,
and all who forsake you shall be ashamed,
for they have forsaken the one true God,
the fountain of living water.
Blessed are you, Lord our God.
Protect me from my enemies
and keep me strong in the way ahead.
What have I done
but support you in every way you asked?
I must protest at this gross violation of my sacred...
What have I done to deserve such disrespect?
If you insist on holding a conversation,
at least allow me to dress.
Stay in the water
like the eel you are.
Governor, I can see you're angry.
You led me to believe
the night passed peaceably at the Nazarene's tomb,
which I know now is far from the truth.
Governor...
Did you or did you not lie to me this morning?!
I know how much you've been looking forward
to traveling to Caesarea with your wife,
and I believed I could resolve the situation
without disrupting your plans.
And have you?
Action is under way.
Meanwhile, this Jesus cult
grows stronger by the hour.
Soon, it will draw
every crackpot and revolutionary into Jerusalem
with the sole aim of challenging us all.
The Galileans stole the body. I'm sure of it.
And if we find them, we'll find the corpse.
Send me the information on their whereabouts
immediately...
And I will deal with this matter once and for all.
I shall.
I don't understand.
How is this possible?
We laid him here.
Who would go to such lengths to take his body?
Killing him wasn't enough... They had to wipe out all trace.
But the shroud... It's folded.
I don't know who could have...
Why break the Roman seal? I don't know.
It is the third day.
Do you dare to believe?
What did you find?
Nothing... We found nothing...
And everything.
Why are you crying?
Have you taken him? Who?
If you've taken him, please,
tell me where...
And I will get him.
Mary...
Rabbi.
We found the rock rolled back,
the Roman seal broken!
If Pilate thinks we're responsible... why would he?
Who else would take that kind of risk to get his body back?
John believes Isaiah's prophecy explains what's happened.
The prophet foretold that the Messiah
would be led like a lamb to slaughter,
pierced for our transgressions, die beside the wicked,
and be laid to rest with the rich!
- John! - In the last three days,
I've seen all these things!
But do you believe he has risen from the dead?
It's what he promised would happen.
The emperor's seal is broken.
Do we stay or go?
Romans!
We need to leave. Wait.
We need to calm down.
We cannot rule out that the tomb was opened and emptied
by the authorities to flush us out and round us up.
I saw him.
Who?
Jesus.
He spoke to me,
as clearly as I'm speaking to you now.
Mary...
He's alive.
He stood before me
and spoke my name.
Can it be true?
What do you think, Peter?
I think I feel...
...pain at his absence.
Great guilt...
...because I wasn't with him at the end.
And shame!
I so want to tell him I'm sorry.
Peace be with you.
Rabbi!
Can't you believe your
do you think you're looking at a ghost?
What ghost carries flesh and bones?
Any food? Yes. Yes.
This is what I told you while I was with you.
Everything written about me in the laws of Moses,
the prophets,
and the psalms must be fulfilled.
It's Thomas!
Rabbi...
You won't believe the journey I've made to get back.
I was convinced I was being followed,
and then I became confused and couldn't remember
which was the right street or the right house.
It was only when I saw...
What?
Jesus.
I know. No.
Thomas, he was here.
What?
Jesus was just here in this room.
He broke bread with us.
Are you playing a sick joke on me
because I'm the last to get back?
No.
So, Jesus...
Was here with you all?
What kind of fool do you take me for
that I would believe a story like that without proof?
What kind of opinion must you have of me
to believe I'd be so easily duped?
Thomas, it's the truth. Enough!
I haven't slept for two nights.
I've barely eaten.
It was all I could do to come back at all.
Thomas, we...
Stop this now!
Go to the tomb and see for yourself.
See with your own eyes.
Unless I see the nail marks in his hands,
put my finger in them,
unless I put my hand in the spear wound itself,
I will not believe.
You think he's dead and this is finished?
What else?
The truth.
Mary...
Go to the tomb.
You do well to come to me.
No, no, no, no! No! No, no!
You were told to guard the tomb!
Enough.
One thing I cannot abide above all else...
Disloyalty.
Ugh! Let's do this quickly,
before the stench attracts more questions than rats.
He has the wounds from the crucifixion...
Hands, the feet, and the side,
Thorn marks on the forehead and the welts from the lash
across his back, all fresh.
But this is not the Nazarene.
I told you to bring me the Nazarene's body,
and you produce this... Mutilated, murdered carcass!
People will take him for the Nazarene
if you tell them it's him...
And if you hang it a good distance from the ground,
the resemblance will be striking.
And in the event that the Nazarene's body is not found,
isn't this an alternative?
I cannot risk being accused of
orchestrating a fraud to deceive our nation.
Unfortunately, the people are not as stupid as you think.
Take it away.
I'm made filthy by this.
Temple guards are resealing the tomb.
Why would they do that?
To pretend his body remains inside,
kill any rumors that he's risen.
Now do you believe, Thomas?
We saw him.
Each one of us touched him,
sat with him, ate with him, laughed with him.
But I did not.
How can each of us be mistaken
in exactly the same way
at exactly the same time?
Thomas...
My Lord...
Now that you have seen for yourself,
you believe?
Blessed are they who have not seen me
and still believe.
Stand aside!
Find them.
Tear the place apart!
Runners!
Roof! Go!
Stairs! Go!
Get out of the way!
Romans!
I'll see you at the gate. Go!
- Where will they go?! - Why do you need to know?!
They've done nothing wrong!
You know, some men hesitate
before striking a female under interrogation.
I'm not one of them. Do not play games with me.
Where will they go?
Where is your son's body?
Not here.
Where is it?
If his own mother doesn't know,
why would I?
They had too much of a start.
Lock down the city.
This way.
Where am I?
Safe, for now.
Why are you helping us?
History will determine whether your path or mine
will drive the Romans from Judea.
In the meantime, an enemy of theirs is a friend of ours.
I told my friends to make their way to the city gate
so we can find a way out to Galilee.
There are fewer soldiers there.
We can help.
Not by killing.
Unlike our occupiers, we only take life as our last resort.
There are many who are unsettled
by how close you've been with Pilate over the Nazarene.
They fear it's an alliance you can't control!
The high priest must maintain
a delicate balance between influencing the Governor
and joining forces with him against our people!
If only our people were as benign as we might wish.
Do they think I consulted with Pilate
over the execution of a fellow Jew likely?
Even now, I question whether it was the right course of action.
But I made a decision.
And they will see you standing by it
like a leader of conviction.
Strong resolve
is the bedrock of leadership, father,
not the easy appeasement of the public will.
don't go in there! Sir, please!
First, you instigate the execution of a harmless preacher,
then you desecrate my own tomb
to interfere with a corpse!
By what authority do you behave like this!
No one's interfered with the corpse, Joseph.
And if your tomb's been desecrated,
it wasn't by anyone associated with me.
You've extinguished a small Jewish flame
by smothering it with a Roman oil.
You may yet get burned by this, Caiaphas.
Naive fool.
But an influential one.
Any attempt to breathe life into Isaiah's prophecy
must be quashed
before it ignites public imagination against us!
I am working on precisely that.
Well, may I suggest you work on it harder?
Stand firm! Hold the line!
Be ready.
We'll get you out.
Take one.
The time has come.
Open the gates!
Open the gates! Open the gates! Open the gates!
Open the gates!
Hold the line!
Go now.
Come on!
You've been scouring the city for days.
How can a group of men simply disappear?
They know Jerusalem better than we do.
I may not be able to tell you where they are, Governor,
but I do know they didn't escape with the corpse.
They left it at their hideout?
I tore the place apart with my own hands.
None had it when they ran, and it wasn't left behind.
How I loathe this place,
its heat...
And its overheated people.
Every stone a witness to a miracle,
every dead dog
a portent of supernatural malice,
the slightest inconsistency in the weather
a prelude to the end of the world.
I can see the road I should now be on to the coast,
Claudia by my side,
becoming more her usual self with every mile from the city.
But we're still here,
that damned Nazarene blocking our exit.
Well, we are Rome.
It's time we shut this story down.
How long till we bring in the nets?
Not yet.
Wouldn't any fish likely to have swum into the nets
during the night have done so by now?
They're more active at dawn.
Dawn's over.
Do I tell you how to collect taxes?
No.
Then don't tell me about collecting fish.
Do you not think... another word, you're going over the side.
I'll help. And me.
I don't understand it.
The seas used to be boiling with fish this time of year.
We need to throw back the few that we have caught.
Perhaps if you brought the nets in when I said.
Please shut up!
How's your catch?
Poor!
Cast your nets on the right-hand side.
Left or right, it won't make any difference.
Cast them on the right-hand side.
Ho!
Peter!
It's him.
Peter!
Peter...
When you told me I would deny you three times,
I thought it impossible.
I thought you don't know me at all.
But you knew me better than I know myself.
Peter...
Do you love me?
You know I love you.
Feed my lambs.
Do you truly love me?
You know I do.
Feed my sheep.
Peter,
do you love me?
I love you.
Then follow me.
Pilate's tantrum has vexed you, and I am invisible.
What is it?
Pilate I can handle.
Your father, however. Ah!
He forgets that I'm high priest.
I think perhaps his daughter
forgets sometimes, too.
Oh, you must forgive him.
He loves you like a son.
And I love you like a wife.
You have his support and mine.
What more could you possibly want?
High priest.
What is it?
The priests guarding the Nazarene's tomb.
What of them?
Two of them found murdered,
and the others are missing.
Murdered?
Pilate wishes to see you *** away.
It was prophesized that I would suffer
and rise from the dead after three days.
Believe, Peter,
and the power of the holy spirit
will come to you.
When?
Go back to Jerusalem and wait.
Only then will you be ready
to spread the word.
Do this for me, Peter,
and one day you will die for me.
Are you ready to do that?
I am.
You will be my witnesses in Jerusalem
and in all Judea and Samaria
and to the ends of the earth.
Go into the world and preach the gospel
to all creation.
This will all soon be over.
Governor.
The Roman Empire prospers, Caiaphas,
not because it consumes lesser civilizations,
but because it embraces
and forms partnerships with them.
At the highest level, this can only happen in a spirit
of mutual trust. I understand that.
Do you?
Bring in the guards.
Guards?
Roman guards you insisted I place upon the Nazarene's tomb
and guards who I have discovered
abandoned their post in the middle of the night.
Time and again,
I entrusted you to bring
this sorry business to a close,
Caiaphas.
Time and again, you've failed to do so,
so now I must.
You had my priests killed...
I'm speaking!
You should consider this
a lesson in civic administration.
If you cannot control a story...
...kill it.
Governor, please.
I come to you in good faith and loyalty,
'cause my honor wouldn't allow me
to run and hide with the others.
I understand...
And I am glad of it.
Thank you, Governor.
But you, too, were a witness that night.
And you came to me
not out of good faith and loyalty,
but to save your own skin
at the expense of your comrades...
Good men...
Who really didn't deserve to die,
unlike a cowardly dog who does.
Finally...
The prophecy of the resurrection
lies as dead as these men.
Let the Nazarene's followers
run where they like with his rotting corpse.
They won't surface without being caught and executed.
My wife is waiting for me,
and the coast is waiting for us both.
Clean this up.
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