Risen Page #3

A Hebrew cemetery?

Do you want to go?

He was Jewish and deceased.

Do you not realize the wrath incurred?

I know in a day or two,

wrath won't matter.

Nature will take its course.

Caesar's spies will hear all of this.

An unfortunate dilemma.

For both of us, Tribune.

I want his body here! By tonight!

Disciples are key.

Find them, we find Him.

For your help.

There is more, if you assist us further.

The Nazarene's disciples.

How many are there and their names?

Their plans, their weapon caches.

Where they gather, who leads them now.

Where they hiding His corpse.

Work quickly.

There are 12.

Well, 11, now.

Yeshua's inner circle.

All hiding now, I know not where.

Do you have their name?

I will give you one.

Who is Bartholomew?

I am, he.

Bring him.

What do you have to win by spreading fantasy?

I saw with my own eyes, Tribune!

I walked with him, he spoke to me!

Of course, it's unbelievable,

but it is, Sir!

Then conjure him up.

Right now.

Or show me the body.

He must have shed the snake skin.

God is not on my beck and call.

God?

Yahweh manifests himself through

a crazy, poor dead Jew?

Well, so it appears!

What does this rebirth mean?

Eternal life!

For everyone.

For everyone who believes.

Now He's recruiting too.

Much better than assault.

How many of you are?

Well, we are few for now.

Our only weapon is love.

But this...well, this changes everything!

What are your intentions?

Why do you fear Him, Sir?

This Empire means nothing to him.

Render onto Caesar what is Caesar's.

That's what we taught us.

And if I ordered your crucifixion?

What? I would happily submit. Strike!

Have you watched a man crucified?

No.

No? Well we won't be seeing Him again.

Probably because you ran.

Did you?

Shall I tell you what you missed.

Feel it!

Imagine having this driven through your arms.

And then the same driven through your fee.

Do you imagine it?

That's what you hang from.

Nails rubbing on bone.

You have to decide what's worse.

The agony here...

or here?

You choose what torture your weight

will inflict constantly...

and then you discover you can't breathe.

They you realize you will never

be able to breathe easily again.

With every breath of your horrific life,

will be like sucking through wet cloth.

Yes, Yeshua was lucky.

He only hung only for a few hours.

Most take days.

Gosh! Know what it means to kill,

still if he even felt anything at the end,

I'm sure it's the tip of the spear pressed against his heart.

Then maybe I didn't look closely,

but they must have had their bone

breaking getting him down.

Sometimes they bury them with...nails.

Enough...

...speak of His body.

It's just hideous to look upon right now.

I ask you one last time...

Where are the others disciples?

I won't ask again.

Tell me and you'll be free.

Give you all that?

You have my word.

Where am they?

They...are everywhere!

How many of this?

None you can still recognize.

What should be do, Tribune?

It's Him?

So the nail holes here, here and here.

The wound on the side.

But the face? I can't tell.

Nor can anyone else.

Let him be some, Prefect.

At this point, any corpse could be the Nazarene.

Still I could find who took him.

That's the threat.

Threat is a creature with many heads.

Right now I need you elsewhere.

Trouble in Hebron.

Something, yet needs unravelling with this.

Just allow me till next week.

Next week, I need you in Hebron.

You are dangerously clever, Tribune.

And what if I turn my back on you?

That's what I fear the most, Prefect.

From the same cloth.

I remember when I was you...

So sure, so...

I forget.

But in the end, what does it all matter? Really?

Pardon?

In a few years...that's us.

Open!

What goes?

Rumor has it, we are heading to Hebron.

So, I took the liberty, Tribune.

Your twin guards have been sighted.

They finally fled the temple.

Where?

It's unclear.

Bartius said they had

come into for some money.

I wish you the triumph, Sir.

And things will happen in time.

Your ambition is noticed.

A! Yes, it's a nice song.

Pricey wine for a legionary.

You have you been hiding!

Where did you get something like this?

Off a dead man.

Of course.

So, I been pardoned by the Prefect.

Pardoned.

Nothing can be done to me now.

I said what they...was proclaimed.

Say it again.

What?

To see how your tail matches your legs.

We were attacked in the night while sleeping,

by the rabid assault...

Sanhedrin paid you to say this.

They stole his body!

And His side we were...!

How did the stone get 10 paces

away from the tomb?

Takes seven people, including myself,

just to roll it down!

The ropes were not cut.

They were torn as if they were thread.

Seal melted like butter.

Should we go there?

No!

What troubles you so?

No more lies!

How did they take him?

What happened to the Nazarene's body?

You had forgotten us!

Forgot! We had no supper.

That's what the mine made us!

Somebody eh, eh...eh, we slept.

We been up, two days since the crucifixion.

What could happen?

God in a body of a dead man, so...

We took us turns until the...

Until what?

Until we were awakened by this terrible...

this terrible...

this terrible flash.

The night was grandly...

The air smell burned and

ropes they just exploded.

And stone flew like a leaf and

all of a sudden, the sun...

rose in the tomb.

That was the sun.

It was...

it was everything.

And then a figure...figure appeared...

I could not gaze upon...

The terrible light and...

it wasn't a man.

It wasn't...

And there was this voice all around,

I could not phantom.

And we were running so far.

Running...so far, until...

until we could think again!

Then we went told the priest because

that's what you made us do.

And Caiaphas paid you for a different story.

Tribune...

I saw much in the service of the Emperor.

Cannibals...

Blue colts in gold, and...

I seen a man taken by a serpent in the sea...

Never I witnessed a moment so...

So...

Explain it to me.

You were drunk.

You saw the sun burst.

The wine in twine was tainted.

Truly?

What do you suppose?

Maybe it was opium, or frankincense.

Maybe the disciples stole the

Nazarene's body with magic,

as the priest said.

Maybe our story is true.

What else could it be?

I don't know.

So...I'm drinking.

Sir! Tribune!

We have them.

It's the Romans!

Hurry! Hurry! Quickly!

That's the house.

That's where I lost him.

Lost?

I believe that's where he went!

Believe?

Yes, so...I was coming to tell you.

I saw other disciples coming this way.

They favor the upstairs.

My give me the paper!

Romans! This way!

Tribune!

You six, on every side of home!

You five, other side.

I want two in line pair-some!

Come on! Move!

Cmon move! Up! Up on the way back!

No.

Tribune! Anything?

Tribune?

Nothing.

Stand down.

Return to camp.

Sir...

Tribune?

Stand down!

Look for me shortly.

Tribune! Sir we're close!

I feel it!

I don't need you for this.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes