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He deserves to die!

This man walks with
this "Son of God"!

I do not!
I don't know him!

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.

Roman seal
has been broken.

The tomb is now open,
and the Nazarene is gone.

What do you mean, "gone"?

Alms?

Have some more?

That's enough? Enough?

I need some more.

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 are 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 a 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.

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.

Enough of this nonsense.
That's 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... 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?

Step aside
for the governor!
Step aside!

Romans!

We need to leave.

Wait.

We need to calm down.

We can't 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 own eyes?

Do you think you're
looking at a ghost?

What ghost carries
flesh and bones?

Is there any food?

Yes.
Yes.

Yes.

Teacher.

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?

Yes.

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
and 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!

Coward!

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 him
a good distance
from the ground,

the resemblance
would be striking.

And in the event
that the Nazarene's
body is not found,

isn't this an alternative?

I can't 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!
Door! Stairs! Go!

Stop them!

Stop that man!

Get out of the way!

Hey!

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 Judaea.

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 lightly?

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.

You shouldn't
go in there! Please,
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!

Hold the line!

Hold them back!
Shields together!

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!

Hold the line!

Hold it!

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 'til 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.

But do you not think...
Another word,
you're going over the side.

I'll help.

And me.

I don't understand it.

The sea is usually
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 have been found murdered,
and the others are missing.

Murdered?

Pilate wishes to
see you straightaway.

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,

because 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.