Apostle Peter and the Last Supper (2012)

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You know, I told him

This shelf smells

like a privy.

I will treat it as such.

Captain, reporting

with a new prisoner.

Signed by

the emperor.

Shut your mouth.

Looks like we've caught

quite a fish today.

Mystical insurrection

against the empire.

You, dirty old beggar?

Sir, he's of The Way.

Martinian, is it?

Yes, sir.

What way? Say what

you mean, guardsman.

He's a follower of the one

they call "Jesus the Christ. "

Jesus the Christ,

a religious fanatic.

Is that all we get

here these days?

Name?

What is his name?

Simon Peter of Galilee.

They call him

"the fisherman. "

He knew Jesus.

Enough!

Take him to the box.

Let him convert, relax.

Father,

thank you for this chance

to suffer for you.

Thy will be done.

When do you think

they will pass his sentence?

Do you really think

he knew this Jesus?

We should question him.

Maninian, you'd rather look

at some old fool than your wife?

Go home.

Calm yourself.

You'll be ne by yourself?

I think I can

handle watching a door.

Right, well,

I'll see you in the morning.

Is it you, Lord?

Ask your God

to save us.

Are you afraid

he'll deny you?

Am I to be judged silently

by an assassin's blade

in the night?

No...

that face has

never seen m*rder,

much less committed it.

I'm not supposed

to give you this.

So were you

a priest or a prophet?

I am a fisherman.

Lord Jesus,

thank you for this food,

bless it to my body

and body to your service.

Thank you

for my captors.

I pray for their hearts

to be open to you.

Amen.

So-

what is your price?

What?

What do you seek in

payment for this forbidden meal?

Just a-just a chat,

something to pass the hours.

Yeah right,

it's my wife, my Novella.

She's heard about these

Christians and their Way.

And your Messiah,

this Jesus,

she's insatiably

curious about him.

I've warned her

repeatedly to be careful,

but you know women,

or perhaps you don't.

Here I am with one of the most

famous Christians in my charge.

There's no harm to

ask him a few questions,

for her sake.

Ask, and it shall

be given to you;

seek,

and ye shall find.

What, did he say that?

Your God, your Jesus?

He said, "Come to me,

"all those who are weary

and heavy laden,

"and I will give you rest,

peace.

Do you want peace?

Don't get any ideas.

The gods are

good enough for me.

And what of

the life after this one?

Are you prepared

for that?

You really

think you could convert me

to living a life

of persecution?

No, to

living a life of hope

with an inheritance that can

never perish,

spoil, nor fade.

Is that so?

Do you care to make

a wager on that?

If you can convert me,

I'M set you free.

That wager would not

be fair for you.

Well, we will talk then,

and you will tell me

of your God,

and you will

meet your match, Simon Peter.

If that is your wish,

but I thought it was your

wife who was interested.

Processus.

Don't think you'll

get away with that easily.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

Fraternizing

with a prisoner.

It was merely

an interrogation.

On whose orders?

My own.

I should report this.

Are we to open

Pandora's Box

and report each

other's transgressions,

dear Processus?

Should I report

the gambling?

The women?

The missing wife?

The lightened coffers?

I was wondering when

you might grow a backbone.

Why is he so important

to you, anyway?

He's a famous man.

I've never met

a famous man.

I'm curious.

Don't get

too attached.

His sentence?

There's no reward

waiting for you in the Kingdom.

My master can free you

from this suffering

and provide great riches.

All you need do

is deny him,

as you did before.

That was long ago!

I have been forgiven.

Do not speak to me about your

temporary earthly riches.

I now have

everlasting riches

beyond anything

that you can provide.

Have you?

Has your Father

told you that.

My master

told me a secret.

Perhaps he will

tell you too,

when you meet him.

That I shall die

in 3 days?

Be gone, demon!

Three days,

Simon Peter,

three days,

and you're mine.

In the name of Jesus,

I cast you out!

Did you hear that?

A shriek in the cells?

What of it?

Well, perhaps

we should check.

Perhaps you

should relax.

Ah, that-

that's disgusting.

You'll get

used to it,

the screams,

the filth.

So what do you

think of the gods?

Ugh!

You are boring!

Is this what happens

when you marry?

What if they're right?

What if their one God

is greater than the Olympians?

So join them.

I have a cell

just your size ready.

No...

No, I will not endanger

my wife like that,

but still I'm troubled

with what we're doing.

They say these Christians

go quietly to their deaths.

Makes my job easier.

I mean, it's amazing

they get any converts at all.

What could this cult

possibly offer a man

for him to risk his

freedom and his life?

Who cares, as long as there's

coin in rounding them up?

Your heart is as

black as this place.

Thank you.

I will find out more.

I didn't see a thing.

Did you really know him?

The one they call

the King of the Jews?

You truly mean to hear

my story, don't you?

I do.

Did he really rise

from the dead?

The story

begins long before that day.

I have time.

Tell me everything.

You may have time;

however, I have but

3 days left to my life.

Who told you that?

How do you know that?

If the forces

that surround me frighten you,

then this is not

a tale for your ears.

I want to know,

I need to know.

Your one God, is he

greater than all the rest?

There

is only one true God.

But how do you know?

Jesus himself said,

"I am the way,

the truth, and the life.

No one comes to the

Father, but through me. "

He had power

over the storms,

made the lame walk

and the blind see.

He healed the lepers

and made the dead rise.

So you were friends

with this Jesus?

A prophet?

A living God?

What of us, if we're

to put you to death?

Peace.

I will tell you

of Jesus, our Lord.

First...

I knew him

as a man.

Brother

Hurry, Simon!

He called to us!

There, there,

I can see him,

I can see him!

Come on, brother!

Hurry up!

He is this way!

We have to get

home and tend to Mother!

There, Simon, hurry!

He is there!

Come on!

Andrew!

Andrew.

As I gazed upon him,

I was afraid-

not of him.

His presence was like

all the light and love

and goodness of the world.

for I knew at that moment

that my life would now

become about him.

But what was I,

a simple sherman,

strong enough

to face such a life?

You are Simon,

son of John.

You will be called Peter.

Tell me, brothers,

who do people say that I am?

There are those that say you

are John the Baptist or Elijah,

but mostly people

say you are a prophet,

but they don't

know for sure.

And what about you?

Who do you say I am?

You are the Christ,

the Son of the living God.

Then Jesus

walked with us to our home by the sea,

where my wife's

mother lay dying.

Her sickness was deep.

It was the kind

no remedy could cure,

but Jesus reached

out his hand.

Before my eyes,

he had banished the sickness.

This was but one of many

miracles he performed,

seen by many witnesses.

That is quite a story,

if any of it's true.

Why would I be false?

What would I gain?

You have nothing

I want.

Not even freedom?

As I said,

you have nothing I want.

Even if I believe you,

I've already

made up my mind.

You are clearly insane.

In what respect?

Well, any man who

wishes good health

upon his

mother-in-law is-

mad.

Your wits are

sharp, soldier.

What is your name?

Martinian.

Would you hear

more of Jesus

and accept what

I say is the truth?

I will listen well.

It's only a rooster.

The sound

offends you?

It reminds me.

Reminds you of what?

I denied my Lord.

I denied him,

not once,

but three times.

You sinned

against your Lord?

I denied him.

You were not cast

out from his fellowship?

Man can be weak

in the heart and mind.

Our Lord knew this.

I say to you,

anyone who

commits any sin

is a sl*ve to sin,

and a sl*ve does not

remain in the house forever.

The Son remains forever.

So if the Son

sets you free,

you will be

free indeed.

The emperor can forgive.

A magistrate can forgive.

Beg for their forgiveness.

Deny your Lord,

and you could go free.

I am already free.

What, even in chains?

You are the one

in chains, Martinian,

not I.

Free yourself.

So you will do nothing?

You will sit here

and wait for death?

With Christ,

death is only

a beginning.

And what

of me, Simon Peter,

and my question?

Let's say you're right.

Who would forgive my sin,

being your jailer,

jailer to the personal

friend of God?

Forgiveness

is only found in Jesus,

our Lord.

So, I should, uh-

Yeah.

Home to your wife.

Leave a real soldier

to do his job.

Forgiven?

You?

You are a fool to die.

Christ has forsaken you.

God has forsaken you.

You are alone!

I am not alone!

Jesus says, "I will neither

leave you nor forsake you. "

Nothing better to do

than rile at the rabble

with talk of gods?

How could you follow

a leader like that?

King of the Jews, right?

We were more like soldiers

following our General.

Can't you imagine the

different kind of leader,

one where the lower

soldier is as important

as the highest general?

You mean I would have the

same stature as the officers?

Why would any general

agree to that?

There is a difference between

leading and love of your people,

versus having

the love of power,

the greed of leadership.

Man was born with

the desire to rule.

What if your

general loved you

and felt that all men

were created equal?

Jesus was that

kind of a general.

My brother Andrew and I

were among the

rst of the disciples,

captains, you might say.

You're mistaken,

Brother.

The Master clearly

called me first.

You are mistaken.

I told you that

we found the Messiah.

I was in the boat

when Jesus called,

"Come, follow me. "

We were in the

boat together.

He called to us

at the same time.

Yes, yes, but I was

closer to the shore.

There was

John and James, the sons of Zebedee,

whom Jesus cherished.

Mother wanted me to sit

on Jesus rig ht hand.

And you on the left.

Why am I to be

on the left?

Mother has

no say in this.

You be on the left.

I will be on the right.

James, Jesus loves me

better than you.

Hmph, we will see

about that.

There was

Philip, Nathaniel, and Thomas,

James, the son of Alpheus;

Thaddeus;

Simon, the Canaanite;

Matthew the tax collector;

and, of course,

there was Judas.

But Jesus knew what

was in our hearts.

The Master spoke of giving

power beyond comprehension.

Heal the sick,

cleanse the lepers,

raise the dead,

drive out demons.

Freely you have received;

therefore, give freely.

Suppose it

doesn't work, Lord?

Suppose I rebuke a demon,

and it refuses to leave?

There are times

when it will be more work.

Some can only be driven out

by prayer and fasting.

Witchcraft and magic.

That is not

what I speak of.

I speak of

the true power,

which can only

come from God.

Not

very nice of you.

Your Lord gives you powers,

yet you deny him three times?

You have much

anger in you.

You have a wish for

true love in your life,

peace, happiness.

Show me these

powers of yours.

Prove it.

You are not ill.

You are not

beset by demons.

What would you

have me do?

Hmph, gures.

I would have you

be crucified

and die

a rebel's death.

Oh, did no one

tell you?

Now, I've gone and

spoiled the surprise.

It cannot be

that way.

Let's see how quickly

your knees turn to water.

You misunderstand

I am not worthy to die

in the same manner

as blessed Jesus.

What?

You think it's some

kind of honor?

You're insane.

Martinian,

you will come with me.

You got me.

You will come

with me now!

What's this all about?

An agent with the seal of the

emperor wants to question you

about your talks with

this Christian rebel.

Martinian-

Martinian,

what's wrong?

What are you

doing here?

This is no

place for you.

Is he

really here?

Is who here?

Simon Peter,

of course.

The one they call

the Prince of the apostles.

He is here.

Why did you not

mention it?

Must I tell you of every

prisoner now, Wife?

Do not attempt that

tone with me, Husband.

You'll only

embarrass yourself.

Yes, he's here.

I've even spoken to him,

asked him questions.

Well, you've asked him

all the wrong questions.

You don't even know

what I've asked.

I know you've asked

the wrong thing.

And what would be

the correct question?

Ask him for a

blessing, of course,

for my womb, so I may

bear you a child.

That is

dangerous talk.

I know your interest

in these Christians,

but better not

go further.

It doesn't,

does it?

No, of course not.

I'm serious.

I will not lose you

to this cult.

I hear you.

You have made

yourself clear.

I'm also curious

about this man,

but I will not ask

for his blessing.

That crosses

the line.

I will ask him

one question.

Will that suffice?

Now; if you need

time to think-

I- I want to know

how Jesus really d*ed,

and the days

leading up to his death,

and-

Well, ask him that,

and you shall be allowed

to sleep in the bed tonight.

All right,

I have a question.

Not so circumspect today.

Are you eager to hear

tales of my Master?

There is one tale

in particular I would hear:

the death of your Lord.

How did it come about?

That is a tale

both sad and glorious.

I'm surprised you do not

know the answer already.

I know some

whispers, rumors.

I would hear the truth of

it from one who lived it.

They say he

was betrayed?

Yes, he was.

Who was it?

Why did he do it?

Please, I must hear.

I have to be sure.

If your Master

is the true Son of God,

and you are his

right hand, I will be-

I fear for my soul.

Ilf I tell you this story,

and you know my words are true,

will you then accept

Jesus as your Lord?

I will listen well.

I promise nothing more.

Where shall I begin?

It was on the night

of the Passover feast.

Jesus summoned us

all to dine with him.

There was an inn.

There was an upper room

away from all eyes.

There was a table

set for 13.

I had walked

with Jesus,

seen many wondrous

and terrible things.

I thought I had become wise

and learned of the world,

burl was not prepared

to hear the secrets

this room would reveal.

Brother, join me.

Who would've thought that

two fishermen from Galilee

would be here

in this room?

My hands have lost

their roughness.

As have mine.

Do you miss it?

We're still

fishermen, Brother.

Now we cast our

nets for the Lord.

Who's supposed

to wash our feet?

Philip, you didn't arrange

for servants to wash our feet?

The Master did not tell me

to provide for servants.

Must you be

told everything?

Should we wash

our own feet?

Well, I'm not.

Well, where do we sit?

We should wait for the Master

to assign places of honor.

Well, why wait then?

The order is

always the same.

Judas, welcome.

Are the others

far behind?

They come.

It's been decided we'd wait

for the Master before we sit.

You can wait.

I've walked all day.

As have I.

And so we

sat, we talked, and we laughed,

even persecuted,

even hunted as we were.

We laughed because

Jesus was still with us.

And then he entered,

and then there

was no more laughter,

not for a long,

long time.

I have greatly desired

to eat this Passover with you

before I suffer;

for I tell you,

I will not eat it again

until it finds its fulfillment

in the kingdom of God.

Blessed are you,

O Lord, our God,

King of the universe,

who chose

and sanctified us

with your commandments

and who gave us appointed times

for happiness: festivals.

And times for joy,

the day of this festival, Lord;

the festival of matzah.

He spoke

the prayer of joy and of thanks,

but there was no

joy in the room.

He was still a beacon

of love and light,

but over the rest of us

a shadow fell.

Take and eat.

This is my body,

which is broken for you.

Do this in

remembrance of me.

Drink from this cup,

all of you,

for this is my blood

of the new covenant,

which is shed for many

for the forgiveness of sins.

Do this in

remembrance of me.

So what did it mean,

the drinking of the wine

and the eating

of the bread?

This is the symbol

of the new covenant

in remembrance

of his death.

You are those who

stood by me in all my trials,

and I confer

on you a kingdom,

even as my Father

conferred his kingdom upon me.

Pete r-

Satan intends to sift

you like wheat,

but I have prayed

for you, Peter,

that your faith

may not fail.

And when you have

turned back, I say to you,

you will encourage

your brothers.

Lord, I am prepared to go

with you to prison and to death!

I tell you Peter,

before the rooster crows today,

you will disown me

three times.

No wonder you hate to

hear the crowing of the rooster.

I was a fool.

But you said

he forgave you.

Yes, later,

not that I deserved it.

So Jesus

became the sacrifice.

Yes, he was ushering

in the new covenant

that his death

would symbolize.

Do you understand?

Not really.

In time, you will.

So what happened next?

What does he do now?

I don't know.

He prepared a

wash basin like a servant?

But why?

it was to be-

one of his

last lessons to us.

If only I had

known it,

I would not

have hesitated

Lord?

You do not understand now,

but later you will understand

why I am doing this.

No Lord, you will

never wash my feet.

If I do not

wash your feet,

then you will have

no place in me.

He washed your feet?

That's madness!

Your Master,

your so-called living God,

why would he lower himself

to the duties of a sl*ve?

No, no leader would lower

himself in his men's eyes.

But Jesus did

lower himself.

I do not understand.

Explain this to me.

Jesus was talking

about spiritual cleansing.

While we were arguing

about who was the greatest,

Jesus showed us

what loving,

humble service

looks like.

But if we are

to love one another,

then how could one

of your own betray Jesus?

What you speak of-

is the devil.

The devil?

What is this?

A dark serpent, Satan.

He works

against God's light,

cloaking the world

in v*olence,

hate, and distrust,

turning men against one another.

Sol am damned

as a soldier.

You have a choice,

Martinian.

The Lord has given

you a choice;

for God wills that

all men should be saved

It's not so easy.

The devil was

in your ranks.

Who was it?

How did it happen?

After the washing of

feet, the darkness was revealed to us.

I have washed your

feet as an example to you.

Now that you know it,

blessed are you if you do it.

A person who has taken a bath

needs only to wash his feet.

His whole body

is clean.

You are clean.

But I am not speaking

about all of you.

I know those

who I have chosen,

but all this is to bring about

what the Scripture said.

Even my close friend,

he who shared my bread,

has lifted up

his heel against me.

What does this

mean, Lord?

I am telling you now,

and I tell you the truth.

One of you

will betray me.

What is he saying?

That is impossible!

It cannot be!

A traitor amongst us?

Find the traitor! Tell me,

tell me who it is, Lord!

One of the twelve,

he who dips his hand

with me in the dish.

Here at this table,

sitting among us as a friend,

is a man

who will betray me.

And

as I looked around the table,

I saw the weakness

that lies in all men,

even us,

the twelve chosen by God.

We were not

above fear.

It was the worst

kind of fear:

not fear from without,

but fear from within.

So one by one,

I looked at them,

and I saw their fear.

No one was

closer to Jesus.

No one stood with cleaner

hands before him;

and yet, even he was

vulnerable to sin and fear,

as any of us.

A traitor?

How can that be?

I know that I have

no such inclination.

Am I not

above reproach?

I have been promised

a throne in your kingdom.

How could I betray the Master

who's dedicated his life

to love and unselfishness?

At times, my temper

has bested me.

James and I would have

called down fire from heaven

to smite the Samaritans,

so enraged were we

at their disrespect.

Will my pride

cause me to stumble?

My intolerance,

my bigotry?

Is it me, Lord?

There was

James, the other son of Zebedee,

so ferociously certain

that he could never fail Jesus;

now so afraid

that he could.

Show me this traitor.

Bring him to me, that I may

lay down mighty judgment

on his head!

You can sometimes

be too kind,

too forgiving.

I'm not encumbered

by such.

Some even see your mercy

as a sign of weakness.

It cannot be me

you speak of.

I'm sure of it.

Am I not one

of the sons of thunder?

Is my father not

an influential man?

I have been promised

a seat at your table,

along with

my brother, too.

How could either

of us betray you?

I was there

on the mountain.

I saw you transfigured.

John and I heard

the very voice of God.

Only three of us

can claim that.

Oh Lord, will my

righteous fury unbalance me?

Will I strike out to hurt,

rather than to heal?

Is it me, Lord?

Thomas,

my friend, must you forever

second-guess

yourself and him?

I knew this

would happen.

I saw it from

the first.

I tried to tell them

this would not end well.

Now they argue over

the identity of the betrayer.

What difference

does it make?

Every act has been

carved in stone

long before

we drew first breath.

All our efforts

and dreams are nothing.

Where has it

brought us?

To the brink of ruin.

What if his end

is somehow,

someway

a new beginning,

and it's my doubts,

my pessimism that will hinder

the coming

of this new world?

What if it's the darkness of my

own mind that signals his end?

It cannot be.

Is it me, Jesus?

Poor Philip.

That was the one time

I couldn't cover him.

The fear was his

to face on his own.

It's probably me.

I'm sure I will make another

mistake along the way

or ask another

foolish question,

and that somehow will

cause all of this to end.

Why did Jesus pick me?

Is the Lord allowing me

to be such a misfit,

knowing that my foolish ways

will bring upon his demise?

But I can think of no other

reason Jesus would invite me

into his kingdom.

I am not worthy of it.

Is it me, Lord?

You knew the hearts

of all these men so intimately.

They were my brothers

together in our love

of Christ.

We lived, suffered

through many trials.

And what of your

actual brother, Andrew?

His heart I knew

best of all.

He loved Jesus,

wanted so badly to please him.

Lord?

The traitor

cannot be me.

I am the first.

You-you saw me, and you

called to me, didn't you?

I saw you, and I knew you

were the Messiah right away.

I brought you

my brother.

Yes, he is talented in

swaying the hearts of men,

but I am a firstborn.

I am the first chosen.

I deserve my place

of honor, don't I?

Or am I only to be known for

being Peters older brother,

destined to live in the

shadow of one greater than I?

Do I have a place in heaven only

because I am Peter's brother?

Will I come to resent it and

thereby fall by the wayside?

Will that be my

downfall and yours?

Is it me, Lord?

And what

of you, Simon Peter?

Was your mind so full of

dark thoughts and suspicions?

More than

I would have imagined.

I felt the same fear

I did on that hilltop

the day I rst saw him.

There can't be a traitor.

It's impossible.

I won't believe it.

But you say there is,

so it must be true.

More than likely,

it's Matthew or Simon.

I should say something.

Yes, I will stand

and accuse them both.

What am I saying?

Matthew and Simon, they love

you with all of their hearts.

Maybe Nathaniel or Philip.

Yes, most certainly Philip,

it has to be.

Why didn't! see it before?

No, poor simple Philip

has the faith of a child.

He would be the

last to betray you.

Who then?

Surely not I.

Am I not the rock?

Did I not walk

on the water?

And did I not sink

like a rock into the sea

when I lost my faith

and became afraid?

What if it is me?

Is it me, Lord?

Thirty pieces of silver.

Did you know that,

Teacher?

The price of a sl*ve.

That's all they

think you're worth.

I'm afraid.

Am I to be the villain only

because I saw through you?

Am I to be punished because

I'm the only one of the twelve

who did not

believe your lies?

You call yourself

a Savior;

then save yourself.

If you will not,

nothing will change.

Your life will be meaningless

and your death will be in vain.

It appears our Messiah

needs a Messiah.

Who will save you,

Jesus?

Who can save you?

It was me, Lord.

I will not sit for this!

The Master accuses

and then says nothing.

I will not sit for it.

Lord?

Hurry and do

what you must do.

Where is he going?

Teacher,

what is happening?

Is Judas

the betrayer, Lord?

Now is the

Son of man glorified.

Why did he do it?

What could he gain?

Satan the deceive!

had entered into him.

He was promised

great rewards.

And did Jesus order

you to go after him?

Jesus

forgave Judas his deed.

I don't understand

this forgiveness.

If a man plots to betray you,

or strikes you,

or steals from you,

I mean, how could you

forgive such a man?

Only the

Son of God can.

Jesus-

he is the way,

the truth,

the life.

I tell you, do not

resist an evil person.

If someone strikes you

on the right cheek,

turn to him the

other cheek, also.

And if someone wants to

sue you and take your shirt,

let him have

your coat, as well.

If someone forces you

to go 1 mile,

go with him 2 mile.

Give to the one

who asks you

and do not turn away

from the one

who wants to

borrow from you.

Again,

I see his wisdom.

Are your eyes

beginning to be opened?

So what happened

to Judas?

Judas fled.

Jesus forgave Judas,

but the betrayer

could not forgive himself

nor accept Jesus

gift of forgiveness,

so he took

his own life.

Easy death

for a traitor.

Some have said so.

So then after the supper,

then Jesus was captured?

Yes, though

the hour was late,

Jesus led us out

into the country

to a garden

called Gethsemane.

This night,

you will all fall away.

My friends,

if the world hates you,

know that it

hated me first.

Remember what

I taught you.

No servant is greater

than his master.

If they persecuted me,

they will persecute you also.

Indeed, the day is coming

when anyone who kills you

will think he

is pleasing God.

Lord, there's

danger here.

Let us depart.

Listen to my words.

The time is coming when

you will weep and lament,

but the world will rejoice;

but I promise you,

your sorrow will

turn into joy.

My Father,

the time has come.

Glorify your Son,

so that I may

glorify you.

As you sent me

into the world,

so I send these

who you have

given to me,

into the world.

Sit here while

I go and pray.

Pete r,

John,

James,

come.

Remain here and keep

watch while I pray.

What is the purpose

of this night?

The Lord lls our minds

with moments of death,

betrayal, sorrow,

and rejoice.

He bring us here to Gethsemane

in the dark of night to pray?

He's going to his Father

to seek his will.

He is sorely troubled

Have we not done enough

to lighten his load?

See how he suffers.

Shall we go to him?

He bid us only

to stay and watch.

Watch for what?

Only us twelve know

about this secret place.

That is

what unsettles me.

We are twelve

no longer.

One of us

is a betrayer.

Why then would he choose

us three to accompany him?

I feel that I cannot

stay awake.

I feel it, too.

A warm night

makes me weary.

We will watch

in shifts.

Peter, you stay awake

and watch our Lord.

Stay awake with me,

brothers.

What if this is how

the betrayal happens,

that we fail our Master's

command and fall asleep?

I'll stay-

I will not

fail you, Lord.

I will stay awake

all night,

keep watch.

What?

Could you not

watch with me for 1 hour?

Forgive me, Lord.

I failed you.

The spirit is willing,

but the flesh is weak.

Watch and pray so that you

will not enter into temptation.

Yes.

The betrayal

is at hand!

Brother.

Put down your w*apon.

Remember what

I taught you.

He who lives by the sword

will die by the sword.

Put down your w*apon.

Who is it

that you seek?

Jesus of Nazareth.

I am he.

Lord!

This is a

tale for the ages.

You swear it all

happened as you say?

Every word.

So they took

Lord Jesus-

your Lord Jesus-

and they crucified him?

Tell me of that.

it was-

witnessed by many.

Jesus our Lord

was crucified

just as it

was prophesied.

He had to die.

I don't understand.

Why did he die?

Why did he not call

his angels to save him,

use his power to come

down from the cross,

anything to avoid the

horror of crucifixion?

A t

last, we come to it.

You are clever,

Martinian.

Your thoughts, we!-

Think back to all that

I have told you of Jesus.

So Jesus said he

would be gloried in death,

so he must have planned

on being betrayed.

So his death was a sacrifice,

but a sacrifice of what?

We were speaking

of sin,

so the sacrifice

was for a sin,

but what sin?

He was pure

and had none.

So he d*ed for a sin

that was not his own.

Go on.

Since we've sinned,

he must have d*ed

for our sins.

So when he d*ed,

he sacrificed himself

for all our sins.

Martinian,

you do understand.

No-

No, I-

I don't know

I think it was better when

I didn't know any of this.

I don't think

I'm ready.

If I become

a follower of Jesus,

I might be persecuted

and die like you.

How are you not

afraid to die?

I do not want to die,

burl am not

afraid of death.

This life is temporary.

Just as Christ was raised

from the dead into life,

I, and all

who believe in him,

will be raised

from the dead.

Don't forget,

I saw the risen Christ.

I know he d*ed.

I saw the empty tom b.

But more than this,

I saw the risen Lord.

I walked with him,

and talked with him,

and ate with him.

I must think on this.

I must speak

to my wife.

My love,

what news?

What?

Have you gone mad?

You haven't left

this spot.

You must go home.

You've been here

the entire night!

I wait to hear

Simon Peter's answer.

Why did you make me

ask that question?

You are a man grown.

You may do

as you wish.

You make threats

I can't ignore.

No, I was

as curious as you.

I've gone too far,

and now I am unsure.

Unsure? Of what?

Everything.

The gods, the world,

the afterlife, myself.

And I will not endanger you

by accepting this faith.

Martinian-

No, you are

my wife.

I am your husband.

Martinian- It is my

duty to protect you!

I am putting

my foot down.

We will hear no more

of these Christians.

My love, I am already

a Christian.

H ow?

How did this happen?

There was a sl*ve

who told me of Jesus,

a girl from the market,

told me

the words of Christ.

I met her in secret,

and we talked many times.

When she took ill,

I tended her death bed.

My love, she-

she had no fear

of dying.

She had a peace

that was indescribable.

She was meek,

gentle, kind.

She was the least,

and she shall stand rst

next to Christ

in heaven.

When death took her,

she smiled,

as if she could

already see his face.

I have that same

peace, Martinian.

If I were to die tomorrow,

I have such rest in my heart.

My beloved Martinian, do you

not desire to have that same-

that same rest

in your heart?

Call to Jesus

in prayer.

Ask him to

forgive your sins.

Ask him to be your Savior

from sin and punishment.

I do not believe

my ears.

I am married

to an outlaw!

Do you love me?

You know I do

with all my heart.

Then you must choose,

for my path is with Christ.

Where does

your path lead?

I don't know.

You have taken counsel

with Simon Peter himself.

You have heard

the truth from his lips.

What more do you

need to hear?

Nothing.

I need nothing more.

Do you still

seek his blessing?

Wait here.

Time's up, sherman.

Third day breaks.

You are mine.

I fear no evil.

Christ has victory

over you.

My fate is

sealed by Christ.

I just have one

last question.

Where did you find the strength

to become the man that you are,

from an ordinary fisherman

to a great apostle?

People line up just so that

your shadow might fall on them.

What caused

this transformation?

It was all God.

Jesus chose me.

He walked with me

and taught me.

He gave me the

Holy Spirit to guide me,

and God has a plan

for you, too.

The wager is yours,

Simon Peter.

You have won.

I have decided.

I will stand with you

and as Christ is my Lord.

Now come, I will

take you out of here

before the shift changes.

Jesus Christ

welcomes you

with honor and love,

Martinian,

but I cannot

go with you.

That would only

endanger you.

I will die.

Oh, cursed on that.

I thought you

would say that.

Hold on.

What have you done?

You would not

come to her.

What else

was I to do?

This is dangerous.

Simon Peter,

apostle of Christ,

I beg you,

give me your blessing.

Novella, is your

life given over to Jesus?

Do you claim him to be

your Lord and salvation?

Yes.

Then you shall

be blessed as you desire.

Accept this blessing in the

glorious name of the Father,

His Son Jesus Christ,

and the Holy-

Processus.

Processus,

what are you doing?

Do you like

persecution so much

that you want

to partake of it?

You heard his words,

as well as I.

Did you not hear

the truth in them?

They were just stories.

What of Christ,

the man himself?

His words, his followers are

spreading across the land,

fulfilling prophecies,

performing miracles,

risen from the dead,

that is no story!

He was a rebel,

and his followers are outlaws!

That is what

the emperor says.

What do you think?

Am I an outlaw?

My wife?

Would you see us

tortured and k*lled?

You're asking

me to disobey my command!

I'm asking you

to think for your soul,

the part of you that

will live forever.

Stop confusing me!

Let go of your anger,

your distrust.

How dare you

talk down to me.

I am arresting you!

Let him into

your heart.

Shut your mouth!

Save yourself!

I said shut up!

Martinian!

Strike me

all you want.

I am your friend

and I love you.

Christ our Lord

loves you.

Come Process us.

Receive Jesus as your Savior

and be free of all your sins.

God the Father,

you have given us salvation.

Touch these hearts,

as today they recognize

their need for you,

and they wish to accept

Jesus as Lord.

Processus,

Martinfan,

pray with me.

"Lord, I accept

Jesus as my Savior,

and I thank you

for the forgiveness of sin. "

Lord,

I accept Jesus as my Savior,

and I thank you

for the forgiveness of sin.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

Novella, you seek

the blessing of Christ.

May I ask?

We are without child.

"I will withhold no good

thing from those who love me,

says the Lord.

Go in peace.

Thank you.

How many times

have I told the guards?

Political prisoners on the left,

religious fanatics on the right.

Do I have to do everything

myself around here?

You two,

where's your prisoner?

It is past dawn,

you great louts.

He is to be crucified.

Bind him and take him.

We need the cell for another.

Who is it?

Sir, another

Christian, Saul of Tarsus.

They're crawling

out of the walls,

these Christians!

This is gonna be the hardest

thing I've ever done.

Is it time?

It's time,

Simon Peter.

The cell is required

for another Christian prisoner,

a certain

Saul of Tars us.

Paul, my old friend.

Teacher,

I cannot do this.

I cannot do this.

For all that you've done for

the sake of Christ our Lord,

let us escort you

to safety.

My dear Maninian,

that is exactly

where I'm going.

What! told you

in the darkness,

speak in the light.

What I whispered

in your ear,

proclaim from

the rooftops.

We must go.

Then take me to Jesus

and be quick about it.

I can't bear to be away

from him a moment longer.

Peace, I leave you.

My peace I give you;

not as the world

gives peace,

for in this world

you will have many troubles.

But take heart,

for! have

overcome this world.

I am the way.

I am the truth.

I am the life.

No one comes to the Father,

except through me.

Everyone who asks

will receive.

He who seeks will nd,

and to him who knocks

the door will be opened.

Do not let your hearts

be troubled.

Do not be afraid.

Remain in my love.

Again I say,

remain in my love;

and surely,

I am with you always

to the very end

of the age.