Jesus

In the name of Jesus Christ!

In the name of Jesus Christ!

Jesus!

Jesus! Jesus!

A dream?

Yes.

I was dreaming

of your mother's bread...

still warm from the oven.

Keep dreaming

if you want to eat today.

Nothing to eat

and sleeping on stones.

I'm getting too old forthis.

We must find work.

Let me be the first

to welcome you, Governor Pilate.

You appear to be

the only one to welcome me.

Please make note of that,

Governor.

I am the only one

to welcome you.

A conqueror doesn't expect

a warm welcome.

These people don't accept that

they've been conquered.

Well, they will.

Judea is the most troublesome

province in the empire.

So I've been told.

And who are you?

I am Livio, Roman citizen.

And why are you here?

Well, a kind man would say

I am Caesar's historian.

An unkind man would say

that I am Caesar's...

spy.

( laughs )

- Good morning, Mary.

- It's a beautiful morning.

Have Joseph

and your son returned?

No.

I'm sure they must have

found carpentry work in Jerusalem.

God willing.

God willing.

Pontius Pilate!

Most honored citizen of Rome!

I, Herod Antipas,

Tetrarch of Galilee, welcome you.

( applauding )

I accept your welcome,

Herod Antipas.

And Caesar sends

his blessings on your land,

and his kingdom.

May I present my wife,

Herodias,

my stepdaughter, Salome,

and your fellow

Roman citizen, Livio.

We've met.

Please, come sit beside me.

I must say,

this city surprises me.

In what way, Governor?

The structures,

they are most impressive.

Built by my father,

Herod the Great,

beloved of his people.

They hated him.

A vicious man, I'm told.

How distasteful of you

to speak of my father this way.

As his son,

I am a hero to the people.

The butt of all of their jokes.

You misunderstand.

In Rome, we call yourfather's

way of ruling, "statesmanship."

Perhaps Pontius Pilate

would like to see

the grandest of all structures

in lsrael, the Temple,

built by my father,

a personal friend of Augustus,

as I am a personal

friend of Tiberius.

How strange.

I've never

heard him mention you.

I thank you

for your welcome.

And I will visit the Temple,

as you suggest.

Make sure you take your troops!

And show their insignia proudly!

Livio,

whatdoes he mean,

"show their insignia"?

Well, I could tell you,

but it would spoil all the fun.

The High Priest of the Temple

is Caiaphas, appointed by Rome,

which puts him in

a very interesting position

on the one hand he has to appear

to be on the side of his own people,

but on the other hand

he owes his position to Rome...

a very narrow path to tread.

Welcome, Pontius Pilate.

I am Caiaphas,

High Priest of this Temple.

We come to wish you well,

as you undertake the post

of Governor of Judea.

I thank you, priest.

Allow me

to get right to the point.

Rome is displeased

with the number of legions

it has to keep in this barren land

in orderto maintain peace.

Your taxes don't begin

to pay back the costs.

You speak of the past.

This disorder erupts directly

from your corrupt religion,

which erupts directly

from this Temple.

That ends today.

My soldiers will be posted here

every minute of every day

from now on.

This order defiles the Temple!

Our religion forbids graven images

in the Temple!

Your soldiers are an abomination

to the Temple.

Even their flags break our laws.

We allow no graven images,

and your banners carrying

the carvings of Caesar,

these shields are symbols

of Roman dominion!

No building in Judea,

not even the Temple,

is exempt from the display

of these symbols.

What your religion forbids,

Rome demands!

We submit to yours words.

Here is my bare neck!

Let Rome cut it!

We will die before we allow

the Temple to be defiled.

Governor...

an awful lot of blood

for your first day.

Are you sure

Rome would be happy...

if you were to murder

every priest in the Temple?

Mary, stop staring

at Jesus like that.

He will never finish that door.

We do love when the carpenters

arrive, don't we, Mary?

Because there is nothing worse

than a door that squeaks.

Is there anything else that squeaks?

There is one thing that's broken,

but it's beyond repair.

I can repair most things.

A broken heart?

Martha,

you've embarrassed Mary.

And you've enchanted her.

She's a beautiful girl.

Woman. She's a woman, Jesus.

And she needs a husband.

Poverty, debt, hunger.

The Romans say

they bring us their world.

All they bring us is misery.

It's misery, Lazarus.

At leastthey let us worship.

The Temple still stands.

For now.

But the day may come when they

decide to destroy it too...

destroy us all.

But enough gloom.

Let's see if my son

has done any work

with your sisters

distracting him.

So, are we finished?

Yes, "we" are almost finished,

not that you had much to do with it.

I'm the aging supervisor.

It's my job

to sit back and watch.

Yes, well,

you do it very well.

Lazarus tells me that we will be

paid highly for these repairs.

Lazarus has never paid anyone

"highly" for anything.

I heard that snide remark

from my sister.

Joseph and Jesus

are our blood relatives.

Do you really think that I would

let them work without pay?

The truth, Lazarus?

You will pay them nothing!

Mary and l

have worked all day

to pay them

in food and wine at dinner.

And so,

they shall be paid-- highly.

No, no...

It is enough.

Don't be proud. You worked,

I pay my debts.

Thank you,

thank you so much.

Thank you again, Lazarus.

-Jesus?

- Yes?

Mary's had an offer of marriage

from a boy here in Bethany.

I thought you'd like to know.

She loves you.

Surely you must know this.

Why do you treat her as if

her feelings mean nothing to you?

- Lazarus, of course they do.

- Then tell her!

Mary!

Lazarus just told me.

It's not my idea.

You know that--

Mary...

please.

I wish that...

I wish you could understand.

I feel that-- I feel that l...

Have a safe journey, Jesus.

( knocking )

Open the door!

Get out of the way!

Where is your husband?

He's working in Judea.

He's in the hills hiding,

Like the other men,

to escape paying their taxes.

Right, you owe one third

of your income for two years.

You were deferred last year...

but no longer.

Take the goat.

Oh, please no!

We won't have milk!

The rest is due

when I come back

through this stinking village

next month.

If I had been here,

I would have thrown

that traitor out into the street.

Joseph,

no one could have done better.

A Jew,

working for the Romans!

He should be ashamed.

Ashamed!

Come and eat.

Please, come and eat.

To think I've lived all this time,

and itonly gets worse.

When?

When will there be an end

to the suffering of our people?

Are you asking me?

Are you telling me that I can

end the suffering?

When will he act?

He will know when it is time.

How will he know?

Joseph, stop talking like this.

Two days ago, we saw

a farmer leaving his house,

losing everything he's worked for.

We're not going to lose everything.

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