All language subtitles for Eng Apostle Peter And The Last Supper.DVDRiP.XViD

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.

Martini an, 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 fine 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 murder,

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.

Ls 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.

No, I was afraid for myself}
for I knew at that moment

that my life would now
become about him.

But what was I,
a simple fisherman,

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?

Martini-an.

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 slave to sin,

and a slave 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, Martini-an,

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
first 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.

Humph, 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?

Humph, figures.

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.

Martini-an,
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.

Martini-an...

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 died,

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.

I'll 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 matzoh.

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.

Peter

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 slave?

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 violence,

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 first 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 slave.

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.

Peter

John,

James,

come.

Remain here and keep
watch while I pray.

What is the purpose
of this night?

The Lord fills 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 weapon.

Remember what I taught you.

He who lives by the sword
will die by the sword.

Put down your weapon.

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?

At 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 glorified 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 died for a sin
that was not his own.

Go on.

Since we've sinned,

he must have died for our sins.

So when he died,

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 died.

I saw the empty tomb.

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.

How?

How did this happen?

There was a slave
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 first

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, fisherman.

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 killed?

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,

Martinan,

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 find,

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.