Written on the Body of Night Page #5

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and with Him the dream of millions of|people who believe He's all they have.

Are you manipulating me, Matt?

Are you trying|to make me feel?

But I wouldn't|call that manipulation. No.

I don't want to feel responsible|for this. It's not my fault.

What about the truth?

Christ said the truth|will set you free.

The truth will set you free.

You asked me|to see your truth...

to think like a scientist.

Now...

I ask you|to experience my truth...

to think with your heart.

Can you do that for me?

No, I can't.

You don't know my truth.

And I am afraid of it.

All we can do is offer it up|to a higher power...

and pray that in time|all will be revealed.

Did you read that|in a fortune cookie?

No. It's a proverb.

In time, all that is hidden|will be revealed.

It's the Bible. It's a big book,|but it's a crackin' read.

Mr. Hamid is waiting for you|on the veranda.

He says it's very important.

Hamid?

Here?

I cannot believe|that you were able to find it.

Jerusalem is small. For every oil lamp|a thief and for every thief a buyer.

Please.

And you expect me to believe you,|a known terrorist?

I do not expect you|to believe me.

But I do expect you|to believe your ears.

When the Vatican recognizes an undivided|Jerusalem as the capital of Israel...

the bones will be released.

That's immaterial.

On the contrary.

If Cohen succeeds|in this blackmail...

there will be a blood bath.

With you at the spigot.

I didn't invite you here|to exchange insults.

In fact,|you didn't invite me here.

You lured me here|under false pretenses.

I brought you here|to provide us both a way out.

Remove the body|from the tomb...

and I will help you get it|to your embassy in Syria.

So you can blackmail the Vatican,|like Moshe Cohen?

Mr. Yusef...

I believe God|has no place in politics.

Mine, yours.

That's what I believe.

Then the blood will be|on your hands, not on mine.

Even you don't believe that.

I believe this is yours.

So you got a special body|that you want me to examine.

-What makes you think it's special?|-That.

-There was a terrorist attack.|-No, what makes the body interesting...

is the fact|that it was crucified.

Did the Babylonians crucify?|I think not, Sharon, no.

Twenty-five hundred years|is a long way down.

Now, I prefer|to examine bodies in a lab.

The darkness of a tomb|breeds fights of imagination.

So, shall we have a look|at your fellow?

What are you|so nervous about?

I told him|the body was 500 BC.

I lied for you.

Now, this is unusual.|Minor indentations...

from the coronal suture...

along the frontal.

Now, the skin was pierced|with something right to the skull...

pointed objects of some kind,|but not--yes, not metal.

There's no oxidation.

All the way along|to the supraorbital notch.

Our fellow|was obviously male, yes, and...

certainly crucified.

But I'm not sure about this date,|500 BC. It appears Roman.

-Why?|-If you see this mark on the ribs...

looks like they finished him off|with a round spear.

Build-up of right forearm.

A mason. A carpenter.|Just like Christ.

Shall we continue|this conversation outside?

Father, we've got to talk.

Yes, fine, good.

I have found something.

Daniel 7 and 8, about the coming|of the Antichrist in the 70th week.

-No, please, Father.|-Which is not a week, but years.

This is serious stuff.

Thousands.|And exactly correlates...

with Nostradamus|and Revelations.

Dr. Sproul said to me|that the body had--

Exactly. The body.

See? Mark 18, verse 21.

And if any man|shall say un to you...

here, lo is Christ|or lo, He is there, believe him not.

-Please, Father.|-Daniel predicted...

that the false prophet would come|as a man like you or I.

But he was wrong.|It is the body.

Dr. Sproul found scratches on the|rib cage from the legionnaire's spear.

-Irrelevant.|-Irrelevant?

He knew his age, that he was|a carpenter. That is not irrelevant.

But you're not listening.|It doesn't matter what he said.

He has no authority|in matters of the faith.

-But I thought you were a scientist.|-I am.

-In the service of God.|-For heaven's sake, put God aside...

and let me talk|to the scientist.

Please tell me!

Give me something we can use,|something we can hold on to.

But I already have.|Mark 13, verse 21.

The body in the tomb|is the false prophet.

You accept him|and you summon the Antichrist.

What about the crown|of thorns, Father?

-What do you mean, crown of thorns?|-Yes.

The one that pierced the forehead|of a carpenter in his mid-'30s.

With unbroken legs, oxidation marks|on the wrist and feet and a heart wound.

What do we do about that?|What do I do, Father?

Yes, yes.|I-I see your point.

Please...

give me a few moments alone.

Of course.

I'm sorry. Of course.

What are you doing here?|What happened?

I've been looking|for you everywhere.

Fr. Lavelle is dead.

He killed himself.

And he did that|after I told him about...

Dr. Sproul's findings.

I'm sorry.

Sh*t.

I can't...

do God's work anymore.

When I was 14 years old...

I had a rife|hanging on my shoulder.

No hopes,|no future, no nothing.

There was this man,|this priest...

called Manuel Arrerra.

He was one|of those liberation priests...

revolutionaries of God.

In some way|he was a father to me.

One day...

I was standing in the middle of the|church, and he came up to me and said...

"You would be|a great soldier of Christ."

And I believed him.|It became my ambition.

My country was|in the middle of a war...

and he was working|for the guerillas, and...

he convinced me that...

the best way|I could help our cause was...

working undercover...

for military intelligence.

On the 14th of June, 1981...

I made a terrible mistake.

My most reliable source...

gave me information|I absolutely believed to be true.

I passed it to...

Fr. Manuel.

And I sent him to his death.

These two deaths|are unrelated.

And neither of them|was your fault.

They were my family.|They are my family. That's...

all I have.

If that-If that is|the body of Jesus Christ...

I sent Fr. Lavelle to oblivion,|to nothingness.

I need to know|if that body there...

is Him.

Can you get that?

Galit, from the lab.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.|Could you repeat that?

Are you sure?

No doubt?

Thank you.

God bless you. Bye.

-What did she say?|-It is not Him.

It's not Christ.

-Something about a perfect glow.|-Great.

I gotta go. I gotta go.

I have to write the report|and fax it right away to Rome.

-Okay, let's go.|-Wait.

I'm sorry.

-I am sorry. I'm such an idiot.|-I don't understand.

This was your big discovery.|I don't know what to say. I'm sorry.

I'm happy, you're happy.

And I'm not gonna burn in hell,|so let's go. Come on.

Jacket, keys. Jacket.

-Your jacket.|-Oh, yes. Yes.

All the cross-checks|and duplications are there.

Though tit was|quite straight for ward.

I just don't follow how you managed|to establish a precise date...

based solely|on the glow curves.

We didn't. We still have|to match it to a known date.

Then how did you get 70 CE...

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