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(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(MUSIC KEEPS PLAYING
IN THE BACKGROUND)

TEEN BOY #1:
Prehistoric chicks
are kind of hot.

- I'd tap that.
- Yeah, I bet you would.

TEEN BOY #2:
Look at this guy.
He's like, half animal...

Uh, he's the same as us.

Homo Sapiens, everyone?

Genetically, biologically
no different than you or I.

We even live
in the same geological epoch
as them.

The Holocene.

Now, it started right
after the last ice age.

The fact is Cro-Magnon
is an out-dated term that...
it merely separates

them as Europeans,
as opposed to Africans.

Any of this ringing a bell?

(SIGHS)

You know,
they had the same...

hopes and fears as us.
The same...

ties to family and group.

Uh, actually, I think they had
stronger ties to group
than us.

And to their
fellow living creatures.

But let's think about it.
If this man
were alive today...

- He would be very old.
- (LAUGHTER)

Especially considering
most never made it
past thirty-two.

He might even appreciate
antibiotics
and running shoes.

But what would he think
of what we've done
with our world today?

This small knit group that
he would have died
to maintain

is now a self-involved
generation of
social media addicts

so far removed
from his perception
of humanity

it has to seem alien.

She's talking
about you, bro'.

(SIGHS)

Sorry.

Let's talk about tools.

TEEN BOY #2:
You're a tool.

CAROLYN:
The most basic tool
would be a simple rock.

with a hammer stone
you can break another rock

and create a sharp edge.

Now, this sharp flake
of stone
can be used to skin...

TARA:
You almost done?

Not really.

Can't you just
take pictures?

ISABEL:
That's not the assignment.

Professor Shulman wants us
to identify the

individual markers that
indicate a skull is, say...

Paranthropus Boisei

versus
Paranthropus Robustus.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

That's Professor Young.

What the hell
is he doing here?

Professor Kittriss
is giving those kids a tour.

Oh, and he tags along.
That's so cute.

(EXHALES)

For God's sake, Tara,
they live together.

And besides,
he's like a thousand.

Um... Forty, tops.

Plus, Kittriss
is a little hottie,

so I gotta step up my game.

(LAUGHS)

You coming?

Yeah, I... I guess.

Professor Young, hi.

(CHUCKLING)
It is just so cool
seeing you here.

Isabel and I were just
doing some research.

I'm taking Shulman's
Early Transitional Humans.

Sketching femurs
and jawbones?

Yep.
(CHUCKLES)

Okay, here we go.

Smaller braincase,
slight crest

on the top of the skull,
wide upper jaw,

- but small teeth?
- Homo Habilis.

- Well done.
- Wait.

You teach
comparative religion.

There's more
to human history
than religion, Tara.

For sure, yeah.

We were just going
to go grab coffee.
Do you want to join?

I'm gonna grab a bite
with Professor Kittriss

when she finishes.
But thank you.

You like these Cro-Magnons?

Well, they're more
of a mash-up
of various early humans,

but I like
the cave paintings.

Me, too.

Hey, let's get a shot
in front of the display.

Uh...
Isabel...

Carolyn told me you wanted
to borrow some books.

Come by any time,
take whatever you want.

If I haven't read them yet,
I probably won't.

Um...
Thank you, Professor Young.

You're welcome.
I'll see you girls in class.

Thanks.

"I like the paintings."

- Dude, he knows more
about this stuff
than the museum people.
- They're called curators.

My point is,
he's a very brilliant man.

With a great ass.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

- Hey, hon.
- Hey.

You should come running
with me some time.

Running from what?

- To stay in shape.
- Nah.

(WATER BOTTLE CLATTERS)

I, uh... need a shower.

You want to come
wash my back?

In truth, yes.
However...

(SIGHS)
How's this batch?

Any geniuses I should
be on the lookout for?

You mean, anyone who can
write a coherent sentence?

You remember when kids
went to college
to expand their minds?

Now, it seems to be just
a perfunctory step on their
way to Silicon Valley.

And those are the good ones.

I don't know.

You really think young people
have changed that much
in twenty years?

I like this gray.

Mnh-mnh.

But if it bugs you,
then color it.

- (SCOFFS)
- I won't tell.

You know Muhammad
dyed his hair?

See? If it's good enough
for the prophet, then...

Nobody notices except you.

Okay.

And he hasn't aged a day
in ten years.

Every woman
on the faculty would

give anything
to have that secret.

Is that what they're after,
Edith?

Oh, stop, Harry.

(LAUGHS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Then switch to spin class
if you're sick of Zumba.

Okay, it doesn't matter
what you do,

the doctor just said
you need to...

I'm not nagging, Mother.
(EXHALES)

You were the one
complaining about...

I gotta go to class.
I'm gonna be late.

I'll tell you what,
Mother...

why don't we all just
take care of ourselves
for once. Sound fair?

Wow.
Again?

(MUTTERS)

She spent so many years

focused on
my father's illness
that now...

God, Isabel.

You put everything on hold
forever while he was...

She's gotta back off.

It's your life, right?
Isn't it, finally?

No, I'm sorry.
I love you, too.

I'll call later.
Bye.

- You are a way better daughter
- (CHUCKLES)

than I will ever be.

Hey, guys.
This is Matt Douglas
from Primal Kickboxing.

(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

Let's go.

Let's go.
You ready?

I'll take it easy on you.
Eh?

So I get into position.

First thing I do is I lead
with a head kick.

Then I follow up
with two punches.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)
Come on, focus, man.

(EXHALES ANGRILY)

- (SIGHS)
- (PILL BOTTLE CLATTERS)

(PILLS RATTLING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hey, man.

Seriously, man,
why do I even bother,
really?

Oh...
My fault, man. I...

I'm literally on my way
downstairs right now.

Five.
Four.

Three.

Two.

Oh.

One.

- Boom! You see how fast...?
- That's...

amazing.
I can't even see you.
You're so fast.

- You're like the Flash.
- Yeah?

Come on, I'm waiting on you.

Have a great class,
Professor.

You too, babe.

We're all burning.

Every one of us.
Burning with desire.

We're burning
with a fire caused

by what the Buddha called

"the three poisons."
Greed, anger, ignorance.

Except he taught us

that we can fix this.
We can turn them around.

And greed
becomes generosity.

Anger becomes compassion.

And ignorance
becomes wisdom.

There are miracles around us
all the time, he said.

The fact that we are here,
together, in this room...

is a miracle.

- JOHN:
Yeah?
- Isn't the Buddha
kind of a hypocrite?

I mean, sure,
he gave up
all worldly goods,

his father's money,

told us all to live
a life of restraint...

and then he ended up,
like, super fat.

- (LAUGHTER)
- Like crazy fat, like,
come on, dude.

You're talking about
those statues you see
in Chinatown, right?

- Yeah.
- The Buddha

depicted in those statues
he's Asian, right?

Right.

So...

It's not the Buddha.

Boom.

- What-what do you mean?
- Well, think about it.

Siddhartha Gautama
was an Indian.
From Nepal.

A Chinese monk
came to India,

became a Buddhist, went home

and started spreading
the religion.

The Chinese mixed in Taoism.

Their monks introduced
the head shaving,
the robes...

the fat, happy Buddha
named Hotei.

The actual Buddha
was a regular man,

with a normal body
and a full head of hair.

But he was a god.

No, never claimed to be.

Just a man

who thought long and hard
about the human condition

and achieved enlightenment.

Like Jesus.

Only without
the long blond hair
and blue eyes.

(LAUGHS)

Uh, but Jesus
wasn't just a man.

No?

He claimed to be
the son of God.

He died,
and was resurrected.

So we know he was divine.

You know, or you have faith?

You can only know
what you can prove.

God is beyond proof,
logic or reason.

You can believe in God
or Jesus through faith...

but that's different
from knowing.

I know that Jesus existed;

there's historical evidence
of that. And, uh...

I have faith
that he was divine.

Aquinas said
faith is a divine act

supernaturally bestowed.

"Ask and ye shall receive."

Kierkegaard, on the other hand,
said that we
must leap to faith.

It's an act
you must choose to perform.

Kierkegaard
was more demanding.

Okay, he was sick of people
sitting around talking

about religion all day and
not doing anything about it.

I hope he didn't mean
this class, though.

- (LAUGHTER)
- JOHN:
But, uh,

weren't we supposed
to be talking about Buddha?

They had a lot in common,
Jesus and Buddha.

How so?

Well...
there's a lot of overlap
in their philosophies.

They both taught

that golden rule
that we should be charitable

and not judge others.

But the Buddha said
you shouldn't believe

in something just 'cause
it's written in scripture.

The whole premise with Jesus
is to accept on faith.

That's
a pretty huge difference.

Also the purpose
of suffering.
Jesus suffered for us.

While the Buddha's
whole thing
was to eliminate suffering.

Eliminate desire.

Which is what
causes suffering.

I know. I listen.
I was listening.

(LAUGHTER)

Okay. Next time,
we will cover
the path to Nirvana...

and we will wrap
this semester up
with Jainism.

It's like Buddhism,
but less fun.

Jain women have to be reborn
as men

to achieve enlightenment.

Ugh.

We all know it should be
the other way around.

- (MILD LAUGHTER)
- Thank you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Great lecture.
- You never use
any notes or anything.

You just, like,
know all this stuff.

I've been at it
a very, very long time.

So, in honor of wrapping up
the unit,

we're having a Buddhist
vegetarian dinner.

- Think you could come?
- Um... Thank you,
but I don't think so.

Busy?

I appreciate the invitation.

Oh, and for what it's worth,
the Buddha ate meat.

He never said
you had to be a vegetarian.

He just didn't like
to see animals killed.

Well, who does?
But you know, bacon.

Bacon donuts.
Best invention ever.

- Mm-hmm.
(CHUCKLES)
- Bye.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- I have not seen it.
- Oh, you haven't seen it?
- No.

- Everybody's seen it.
- I am not... No.

- (CHUCKLES)
All right, so...
- So, is he coming?

Uh, Isabel can work on him.
Right?

I can try.

I can't believe
his class is almost over.

- I know.
- Hm?

You know,
and next semester,
he's teaching

lame Abrahamic and
Zoroastrian religions
again.

There's nothing lame
about Abrahamic religions.

- Well, you know what I mean.
It's just that...
- He needs some new classes.

He should do Hellenistic.

Uh, yeah, Zeus and Herakles
and what-not.
That'd be cool.

Yeah,
the only problem is he...

he only does real religions,
Liko.

Huh! You don't think
the Greeks and Romans
were on to anything?

Christians got half of
their stuff from the Pagans.

Or do you need to take
World of the Early Church
again?

Guys, we need to focus
on what's important.

Getting Professor Young
to come to dinner.

There's just so much in that
guy's head I want to get at.

Me, too.

And... Well,
how do we get him to come?

I think Tara
probably has a few ideas.

- Don't be gross, Liko.
- Leave her alone, man.

You going to
that Delta Psi party?

Ugh.
Those guys are animals.

Yeah.
(LOUDLY) Party animals.

(CHUCKLING)
Liko, what're you, five?

Um, no, I do not need
to get drunk
on a Wednesday night.

Thank you.
With a bunch of boys.

Your loss. I'm going.
Saint Philip?

Uh, well, Saint Philip
has Bible study
on Wednesdays.

You have no short-term
memory, do you?

I don't know.
What was the question?

(LAUGHTER)

John, I'm glad I caught you.

Dr. Parker.
Did we have an appointment?

I got to share this
with somebody,

and you're the only one
I know
that can appreciate it.

I got this at a garage sale
last weekend.

It's a 75 year old bottle
of single-malt scotch.

Wow!

I paid entirely too much
for it,
but the story...

This woman's husband
brings it back

from Scotland
in the sixties,

and they've been saving it
for a special occasion.

And saving it,
and saving it...

And the special occasion
never came.

- And he died a
couple of months ago.
- Ooh.

Now she's selling his stuff
and moving to Costa Rica.

- Naturally.
- But here's the kicker:

we get home and we get a
message from Kitty and Ron.

The baby came.

I'm a grandfather.

- Congratulations, Gill.
Fantastic.
- (CHUCKLES)

- Special occasion?
- Yes. Indeed.

- (GIL SIGHS)
- (BOTTLE CLATTERS)

- To my grandson.
- Hear, hear.

(MUSIC PLAYING
IN THE BACKGROUND)

Oh, my...

- That is...
- Terrible.

I don't know if I've ever

tasted anything
quite like that.

Just goes to show
that nothing lasts forever.

Even the whiskey spoils.

Who knew?

- Ugh.
- (SHOT GLASS CLATTERS)

A grandson, John.

On one hand, it's
incredibly invigorating.

On the other, it means...

- I'm so old.
- No...

Yes.
Each day, as he grows,

learns to walk,
learns to talk...

It means I'm getting
one day closer to death.

Another drink?

- What the hell?
- Yes.

(SIGHS)

- Jesus! That's awful.
- (CHUCKLES)

Ugh.

Now...
I'm not getting maudlin.

It's just life.

And...

Well, this brings it home.

Do you ever regret
not having kids, John?

Look, I'm...

I'm sorry.
I don't mean to pry.

(STUTTERS)
Don't be sorry.
It's difficult to discuss.

Yeah.
What isn't?

Say, you wanna go
have a real drink?

I can't. I have to go home
and cook Carolyn dinner.

But congratulations,
Dr. Parker.

I couldn't be
more happy for you.

(KNIFE CLATTERS)

(KNOCKING)

It's open.

- For Carolyn?
- Mm-hmm.

Coffee table is fine.

Okay.

So, about those books...

They're in the den.

Grab all you want.

Have you given that dinner
any further thought?

You could bring Professor
Kittriss. Obviously.

We'll see.

Well...
Thanks, Professor.
(CHUCKLES)

Oh, and please tell
Ms. Kittriss
I said good night.

I will.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

Mm.

- Smells great.
- Thanks.

It's getting harder
and harder to find

anything that isn't loaded
with mercury,

or farm raised
in filthy water.

(CAROLYN CHUCKLES)

Thank God
we still have Pop Tarts.

Miracles.
All around us.

(CAROLYN CHUCKLES)

CAROLYN:
Mm.

How was your day?

As always.
This is the highlight.

I was thinking of going
hunting this weekend.

I'm starting to forget
what real food tastes like.

(SIGHS)
I thought you could
come with me to the

Hillary and Rob thing.

You know, she's feeling
really down lately, and...

We thought a party
would cheer her up.

Hosting parties
always stresses her out.

But, you know.
People. Laughing.

Carrying on.

I don't know. I think
I need some time alone.

You're the king of "alone",
John.

Why not give
the opposite a chance?

I have.

Doesn't work so well for me.

Okay.
I know.

- I'm gonna go change.
- Good.

(FOOTSTEPS DEPART)

(MUSIC PLAYING ON
THE HEADPHONES)

- (SIGHS DEEPLY)
God, you scared
the crap out of me.
- Sorry.

You didn't miss anything.
Typical Delta Psi party.

Just pack as many people
as you can into a room

and spray them down
with beer.

Figuratively speaking,
I hope?

Uh, for the most part.
What's that?

Book on early man I borrowed
from Professor Young.

Ooh. How did it go?

Well,
I asked again about dinner.

Told him he could bring
Professor Kittriss.

Ugh. What for?
Last thing we need
is another chick.

Anyway,
this guy Jenkins is...

an archeologist
with a lot of field work
under his belt.

The book
is really really good.

But the spine
wasn't even cracked,

although it's
personally signed.

Hm.

He's cute.
Or was.

"To my dear friend
John Oldman."

Wait, what?

I know, right?
Maybe he was kidding.

"Old man"
instead of "young"?

It's dated May 2007.

So that would make
Professor Young, like,

thirty-three maybe.

Exactly.
You're not gonna call
an old man "old man".

You're call
a young guy that.

It's like
calling a big guy "tiny".

Yeah, but it's not "old man".
It's "Oldman".

And maybe it's
Kittriss's book.

Yeah, maybe.

So who's this
Jenkins guy?

Let's go
to the Interwebs.

Let's see.
Arthur M. Jenkins.

Taught at
Santa Clarita University.

Zillion archeology digs.

Oh, academic awards.
Blah, blah, blah...

He wrote some other books.

Ooh.

But this last one...
Jeez.

- What?
- "The Longest Night:

My Conversation
with the Man From Earth"...

about the night he spent
with a university professor

named John Oldman
who claimed to be
14,000 years old.

And the comments are...

Scathing puts it mildly.
Yikes.

"...Longest Night
would merely be

melodramatic
sci-fi nonsense, but

the author presents this
hokum as non-fiction

and thus abandons
any academic authority

he may have once possessed."

Ouch.

Ooh, ooh, ooh,
get this one:

"Offensive to the religious
and non-religious alike...

Jenkins asks us to believe

that the savior himself
is a practicing Buddhist

who walks among us
in the guise of a handsome,

mild-mannered
university professor."

Well, that sounds like
Professor Young.

And he knows everything
about Buddhism.

But, like, the Savior?
Like, Jesus?

He could totally be
my own, personal Jesus.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Well, we are totally
getting this book.

(OBJECT CLATTERS)

Like a thief in the night.

(JOHN EXHALES)

I woke you, I'm sorry.

I must be getting
out of practice.

At being sneaky?

Stealthy.

You really have to go?

We could spend
the whole weekend in bed.

And go to
Hillary and Rob's thing?

- Fair trade, isn't it?
- I'm going stir crazy,
Carolyn.

I hate when you disappear.

I'm know,
it's just something's...

Something's not right.

I'm not bouncing back
the way I'm used to doing.

Well,
it's called "getting older".

But if you insist on

stomping around the woods
like a cave man...

I suppose it's a better

mid-life-crisis thing to do
than...

I dunno,
buying a motorcycle and...

taking off with some student.
Right?

Then I'd better try
and get back

that deposit I put down
on the Ducati.

I'll see you.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)

(ADVENTUROUS
MUSIC KEEPS PLAYING)

(BIRDS SINGING)

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Come in.
- Thanks.

- Hey, Liko.
- Hey.

LIKO'S MOM:
Hey, you kids
want anything to eat?

Oh, no.
Thanks, Mom, we're good.

Yeah, I want something,
Mrs. Nichols.

Yeah, me too.

They're kidding.
Thanks, Mom.

Will you knock it off, man?

Oh, my God.
She's adorable,
by the way.

Alright, so what's
so, uh, earth-shattering?

- Uh... Can we...?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I want with pickles
and mustard. All right, you.

We're fine.

(GRUNTS)
So, what's up?

For ten years, this guy,
Arthur M. Jenkins...

Taught at
Santa Clarita University

alongside
a history professor named
John Oldman.

Then one night,
this Oldman guy
gathers his professor friends

and tells them that he's
really 14,000 years old.

He was born a caveman,
somehow became immortal.
He knew

Columbus, Vincent Van Gogh,
all this crazy stuff.

He would always use
the name John,

often with a pun
for a last name.

Stay in one place
for ten years or so,

until people
started realizing
he didn't age.

Lived under hundreds
of identities,

(CHUCKLING)
including, wait for it...

- Jesus of Nazareth.
- Wait, what?

(MUSIC STARTS PLAYING)

He'd lived
for thousands of years,
you know,

never aging, never dying,
traveling the world...

- Studying with the Buddha...
- ...until one day
he set up shop in Jerusalem

and started preaching.

Yadda-yadda-yadda,
he gets crucified,

his wounds heal, he
sneaks off and...

we have Christianity.
By accident.

What do you mean,
"Yadda-yadda-yadda,

we have Christianity"?
You can't just...

It's science fiction,
all right?

People write
speculative fiction
about Jesus all the time.

You should see what they
write about Kirk and Spock.

Better yet, you shouldn't.

But he said
that it's a true story.

See? Says right there,
"non-fiction".

Oh, well,
then it must be true.

There are plenty
of alien abduction books

in the non-fiction section.

Look, I checked up
on Arthur Jenkins.
Okay?

He was a tenured
archeology professor,

published a pile of books.
The real deal.

And then this one came out...

and he got laughed off
the planet.

No wonder.

Okay,
but he did his research.

Found out that
the John Oldman he knew

didn't exist until 2001.

No mention of him anywhere.

His references,
driver's license, W-2.

Everything turned
out to be fake.

Jenkins even
tracked down two previous

colleges where he'd taught
under different names.

John Magdel
and John Permian.

Magdel?

Magdalenian?

I have no idea
what Permian is.

The first Great Extinction,

250 million years ago.

Mm, yeah.

They both also had
fake references,

and left abruptly
after about ten years.

And their descriptions,

John Oldman, John Magdel,

John Permian,
are virtually identical.

Okay, Oldman's DMV records

somehow vanished
two days after he did.

I mean,
Google him now, the
only reference is this book.

If this Oldman guy is real,

he makes his past disappear

every time
he changes identity.

Makes sense.

Million years old,

staying under the radar,
you gotta keep moving.

Philip, we're not trying
to offend you.

No. I'm not offended.

No, I know. It's just,
you really believe.

Yeah. Okay, look.
I know the Earth isn't flat,

I know it's more
I than 6,000 years old.

But I believe that
a man named Jesus

lived and died for our sins.

Um, Philip.

You know there are
millions and millions

of people who don't believe
in Jesus Christ's divinity.

I mean, Jews, Hindus,
Wiccans, plenty more.

Wiccans...

Um... Yes, but that doesn't
mean they're right.

Some people believe
the Galactic Dictator Xenu

brought his people to earth
and hid them in volcanoes,
so...

The point is, Jenkins' book
is just a story.

Now, if I could allow
my faith to be shaken by the

fantasies of a disgruntled
college professor...

then I'm not much
of a Christian, am I?

So...

Jenkins writes a book about
John Oldman. Fine, whatever.

What's this got to do
with any of us?

Show him.

I found this book
at Professor Young's.

Read the inscription.

"To my dear friend
John Oldman."

Right?

So...

Professor Young
and John Oldman
knew each other?

Yeah.

Okay.

What if Professor Young
actually is John Oldman.

Well,
how do you make that leap?
Are there any pictures?

Okay, well, Jenkins talks
about several times when

Oldman conspicuously avoided
having his picture taken.

Turning around,
stepping behind someone,

answering a phone call
that no one
ever heard ringing.

Whatever, just to avoid
being photographed.

To Jenkins' knowledge,
the only

existing picture
of John Oldman...

was taken in 2006
at a barbecue.

Huh.

Mm.

Wait, so, if...

Professor Young
is Jesus Christ returned,

then that means we're in...

The End Times.

But if Jesus never left,

then he's not "returned."
He's just...

here.

(IMITATES EXPLOSION)

- Cool. I'm hungry.
Tara, wanna go
get something to eat?
- Yeah, sure.

What?

I found an email
for Jenkins.

- (BIRDS CHIRPING)
- What do we got, Betsy?

Well, look at that.
I think we've got lunch.

(GRUNTS)
Nice.

Uhh.

Keep it.

And there's another beauty.
All right, Betsy. Let's go.

Come on.
Come on.

(BETSY OINKS)

(WHISTLING)

Come on.

(GRUNTS)

These are for me.

Mm.
Smell good, too.

Okay.

Let's go make that move.

(SNIFFLES)
Ah.

Okay.

(GRUNTS)
Let's see,
let's move this knight.

There we go.

- (COMPUTER CHIMES)
- Oh.

What's this?

"...The Longest Night
and found it fascinating.

Would you be willing
to speak with me
about John Oldman?"

- (CHAIR CLATTERS)
- (KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Dear Miss Chang...

Why don't you
and John Oldman...

go straight to hell?

(COMPUTER CHIMES)

- God dammit!
- (BETSY OINKS)

Why don't they
leave me alone?

Oh.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Hey, come here,
don't run away. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean
to frighten you.

(ADVENTUROUS MUSIC
PLAYING)

(BIRDS AND CRICKETS CHIRPING)

I'm not so sure
about this anymore.

It was your idea.

I know, but I work
for Professor Kittriss.

And now I'm feeling really
violatey, you know?

So let's go home.

But I feel like I
want to know,
you know?

So, let's keep going.

Ugh, I wish Jenkins
was more responsive.

I wish
he was less a dick.

God, it's just so...
I...

Okay,
do you want proof or not?

- Photos, something?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, then...

TARA:
It's just so...
(CHUCKLES)

exciting.
(CHUCKLES)

- LIKO:
Uhh!
- (TARA LAUGHS)

Pretty bad-ass, Isabel.

- It wasn't locked.
- Yeah, still.

Breaking and entering.
Felony makes you kinda hot.

Ohh. Whoa.
He really does have
a Van Gogh.

Uh, total fake.
That'd be worth,
like, three zillion dollars.

Cool Taser?
What's this for?

What do you think,
perv?

Don't touch that.

(SHUTTER CLICKS)

Hmm.

Gurar.

I want to be objective,
but...

I really want to
believe this,
'cause

it would be so
deeply, deeply cool.

- Let's split up.
- I'll do the bedroom.

Okay.

Oh, there's a basement.

(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

Come on.

Ooh, Miss Kittriss.

Hm.

(SIGHS)

Kittriss is home.

- Liko. Liko!
- Yeah, gimme one sec.

Hey.
We gotta go!

- Now!
- (SHUTTER CLICKS)

Come on.

Yeah, I'm coming,
I'm coming!

- There's a back door.
- Awesome.

Come on. Come on.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

So, my cousin Janet
is an art history major
at Columbia.

She said the painting
could be
an unregistered Van Gogh.

Well,
we looked into
the authors

of those books
from the basement.

Any history they had
prior to publication

is sketchy,
or nonexistent.

Some of the publishers
are out of business,
but I reached three.

None of them had
any contact information
for the author.

Each guy vanished
with no forwarding address

within a couple of years
of publication.

"Jonathan Evermore"?
He wrote the sci-fi novel
"Everlasting Tomorrow,"

about an "immortal's search
for the meaning of
his solitary existence".

I called Bantam, told them
I was his granddaughter,

looking for
his royalty payments.

She said
she was so happy
I called,

since they've been
piling up since 1966.

(GASPS)

No, asshole.
We're not
taking his money.

- Ugh.
- (TARA AND ISABEL CHUCKLE)

- I mean, guys,
- Unbelievable.

we're just gonna leave
all that money?

Isn't it weird?

Every time someone claims
to have been reincarnated,

they were always like
Napoleon, you know?

Alexander the Great.
Cleopatra or something.

Yeah, well, it's never
Cleopatra's slave who
cleaned out her chamber pot.

Or the guy
making chamber pots.

"John Oldman"
said he knew the Buddha.

Sailed with Columbus.

No, he didn't actually
sail with Columbus.

- What?
- I read the book, dude.

Come on, get in there.
There you go.

So, uh...

Did you saw it, though?
The Van Gogh?

Yeah.

You starting
to believe a little bit.

Look,
just because a guy is,
you know,

14,000 years old,
it doesn't mean he's Jesus.

Yeah.

He could be the guy
who made the nails
for the cross.

Aha.
All right, come on.

- I was Malcolm X
in my past life.
- Yeah, for sure.

(MOVIE PLAYS ON COMPUTER)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello, Dr. Jenkins,
if this is you.

And if it's not you,
I apologize for the
wrong number, whoever this is.

So Dr. Jenkins,

my name is Isabel Chang.

I do apologize
for calling so late,

although
I did try emailing.

Anyway, here's the thing.

I believe my professor
is John Oldman.

He's going by the name
John Young, here at Chico.

Please call me back
if you can, okay?

I really, really would love
to talk with you.

I know you took
a lot of crap

for your book, and I just
want you to know...

I believe you.

There is something different
about John Young.

My number's 530-555-0168.

Thank you.

I'll be...

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(ADVENTUROUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(ENGINE REVS)

Oh, okay, thank you.
Um...

We will fax that right over.

Another one?

Yeah. Fax... God, what year
is this, anyway?

(GRUNTS)
Oh, God.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

- Hello?
- Uh, hello.

I'm calling about your email.

Yes.
Who is this?

This is Violet Collsen.

Um...

I'm sorry. Violet...?

Collsen.
From Central Idaho College.

Well, I've been retired
for many years now,

and my daughter works
at the college in admissions
just like I did.

But it was
the funniest thing
the other day.

She was working at home...

And I walked passed
her desk...

just when your email came.

Oh, and...?

So, I saw the photo

and recognized him
immediately.

- You did?
- Yes, John Pleis.

Oh. He was a remarkable man.

You just never forget
that kind of a person.

What do you remember
about him?

Well,
he was the best anthropology
professor we ever had.

He just had a way about him.

You felt you could tell him
your secrets.

And he always had
the best advice.

This was how long ago?

Oh, let's see.
That's about 1957?

And you remember him clearly?

Oh, yeah. He was
a very handsome man, too.

John Pleis?

P-L-E-I-S.

Funny name,
kind of sticks in your head.

I tried to see
what else I could find
before calling you,

and there was nothing.

He just disappeared.

Yes, he does that.

Well, thank you so much,
Ms. Collsen.

This is your number
if I have any more questions?

- Yes, yes.
- Great. Thank you so much.

- Goodbye then.
- Goodbye.

Uhh...
Pleis.

- Pleistocene?
- Yes.

Okay. So we have contacted,
what, sixty small colleges

in fourteen states and this
was our second hit so far.

(CHUCKLES)
Professor Young
is a dead ringer

for teachers
in Idaho and...

Western Wyoming.

- John Mortem,
archaeology, 1979.
- (CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

- Isabel Chang?
- Yeah.

Hi. This is Arthur Jenkins.

You've been trying
to reach me.

I have, yes.

Get me a picture.

A new, clean picture.

Email it
or text it to this number.

- I emailed that one...
- No, no, no.

Brand-new, full face.

Do that and we'll see.

Otherwise, we have nothing
to talk about.

Thank you so much,
Dr. Jenkins.
I'm so grateful...

You've...
(LINE BEEPS)

(EXHALES)

Hey, Professor.
We know we're early, but...

It's the last class,
and we don't have you
next semester.

So we thought we'd have
a little goodbye party.

I'm not going anywhere,
you know.

We know. But...

Here. Cappuccino.

- My weakness. Thank you.
- We know. Yeah.

Quick, picture.

(SHUTTER CLICKS)

- Oh. Wait,
can we go again?
- Just one more.

You know the rules.

- Please.
- Real quick. Real quick.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, class has begun.
Take your seats.

Cellphones off.
Thank you for the coffee.

Cellphones off!

I knew it.

He did it on purpose.
I'm sure of it, man.

He didn't want
his picture taken, so he
messed up both shots.

I guess after
14,000 years,

you learn a thing or two
about hiding.

Yeah, but these days,
there's cameras everywhere.

He won't be able
to hide anymore.

Whatever he's been doing
all these years,

changing his identity,
I mean, it's over.

Time's up.
Don't you see?

What do you suggest?

Maybe we just talk to him.
Tell him the truth.

- What truth?
- That we know who he is.

Based on a
discredited book

by a lonely old crank
and some
circumstantial evidence?

We are not
crazy people.

There is something special
about John.

We all knew it the first time
we heard him speak. Right?

All throughout history,
there have been prophets,

visionaries.
Men and women touched by God.

I mean, who's to say
John Young
isn't one of these people?

Why is that so impossible?

- Well, it sure isn't likely.
- Philip,

I'm not saying that
he's the "son of God".

But if he is
14,000 years old,

then he's the wisest man
in the world.

In history.

He should be listened to.
Followed.

Worshipped?
Is that what you're gonna say?

No.

- There could be
a whole new...
- Religion?

Or something, around him.

A corrective for everything

everyone has gotten wrong
about Jesus

for the past 2000 years.

If that story is true, then

everything I've believed for
half my life is a total lie.

Everything that
millions and millions
of people throughout history

have believed,
and lived and died for

is total bullshit.
So, no.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

Okay, okay. One clear picture
of Professor Young's face,
and that's it.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC
PLAYING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(GRUNTS SOFTLY,
SMACKS LIPS)

(WHISTLES)

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(COMPUTER CHIMES)

Hey, Betsy,

I gotta hit the road
for a few days, honey.

But I'll have Suzanne
come by and check on you.

Be a good girl.

- Looks nasty.
- I got sloppy.

Stupid mistake.

What's up?
You worried
about your grade?

'Cause you shouldn't be,
you did great.

No, it's not that.
But thanks.

Then what's going on?
Was there
something specific, Tara?

I wanted to apologize
for yesterday.

The pictures and everything.
We're just really
going to miss you.

That's okay.
I'm going to miss you guys,
too.

I maybe don't act it,
but...

I've been lonely
most of my life.

(VOICE FALLING)
Boys only cared about...

And the girls hated me
because of it.

My parents' friends were
always being creepy and...

at some point
you either become

the person
everybody thinks you are,
or you just hide.

(CRYING)
I didn't want to hide, so...
I'm sorry, I don't...

It's okay.

- You're okay.
- (SNIFFLES)

You're okay.
What was that?

Woah.

- No. No.
- You know you want me.

No, stop.
Stop.

You've been watching me
for two years.
Don't deny it.

You're my student.

It's okay.
You're safe with me.

I know who you are.
I think it's amazing.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

I don't know what you think
you know about me,

but I need you
out of my office.

Fine.

I'll make it easy for you.

Do not make me
call security.

And tell them what?
That I assaulted you sexually?

Tara, this isn't happening.

- I'm sorry. I just...
- It's okay.

Oh, God.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I...

Well, you can't.

Spring semester
starts in three weeks

and you have two
sections already filled.

I'm sorry.

- Sorry?
- I can recommend
a replacement.

I can't replace you, John,
you know that.

The students love you.

Your class is
filled in an hour.

If you wanted to teach
a third section,
that would sell out, too.

What's going on here?

Something's come
up and I have to go.

- What?
- It's personal.

Look. I'll get Chandra
and we can fix this...

No, Gill, please.

I just have to go.

Please,
don't do this to me.

I regret it, Gill.
Deeply, I do.

Well, obviously, I can't
give you a recommendation
under these circumstances.

Everywhere you go,
I'll have to tell them

about this mess
you're dumping in my lap.

I understand.

Paperwork for the semester
all wrapped up?

Grades logged,
evaluations, all that?

Yes.
The last couple of things,
I'll take care of today.

You're leaving that soon?

I truly hope that eventually
there are no hard feelings.

I'll get over it.
But this stinks.

I was hoping
to give you my chair
in five or six years.

(EXHALES)

I'd have been honored
to take it.

What the hell
were you thinking?

(WORRILY)
I don't know. I just...
You know.

Okay,
what else did he say?

Nothing.

But...

What?
What else?

I think I maybe spilled
the beans a little bit.

What beans?

That we know about him.

Oh, my...

What exactly
did you say?

Um...

Well, I... I mean,
does it matter?
If he knows that we know...

Then he'll disappear
for good!

Oh, crap, Jenkins is
on his way down here.
He's on the road right now.

- Well, can you call him?
- Yeah.

(ISABEL EXHALES)

(GRUNTS)

(NERVOUS SIGH)

Voice mail.

(NERVOUS SIGH)

(WORRILY) Hey, Dr. Jenkins.
It's Isabel Chang.
Listen, um...

Professor Young maybe knows
we know and might be
leaving here really soon.

Please let me know what time
you're gonna get here.
What we should do.

(SIGHS, GRUNTS)

Okay.

Let's find the guys.

- It's gonna be okay.
- All right.

- I knew it. I just knew it.
- Carolyn, please...

What, stay calm?
Don't get worked up?
No, why would I?

I'm only asking
that you...

Let you
slip away quietly, huh?
No muss, no fuss?

I've left you money,
of course.
I don't want you to be...

I don't need
your fucking charity, John!

I have a job.

I need you.

I'm sorry.

I don't understand
why you're leaving.

I mean, the explanation part
got by me somehow.

I told you from the start

that I would eventually
move on.

Yeah, but that's
something people say. Like...

"I hate dogs",
"I'm never getting married",
"I don't want kids".

People say that shit all
the time, and guess what?

Five years later,
they're married, with kids.

And a dog!

Not me.

Well, apparently not.

Oh, Jesus, John...

How can a man
with so much passion
be so cold?

What was this to you?

I've told you how I feel.

Because I'm leaving
does not mean
that I don't care about you.

Oh, wow.

That's all I'm going
to get out of you, isn't it?

- Carolyn...
- No, just save it.
Look.

I'll be back in a few days.
I assume
you'll be gone by then?

Yes.

Well, Merry Christmas, John.

Thanks for everything.

(FOOTSTEPS DEPART)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Well, just keep him there.

How are we
supposed to do that?

I don't know.
But just keep him there.
I'm still about two hours away.

You can't get here
any faster?

No.
I can only go so fast.

But don't tell him I'm coming.
That'll only make him
leave faster.

Alright.
Do your best.

Yes, I will do my best.

(ISABEL EXHALES)

- Just keep him there?
How?
- We know where he lives.

Oh. You wanna go
talk to him again?

You think that's
the best course of action
right now?

What choice do we have?
If we don't go see him now,
we'll never see him again.

Let's go.

(FIRE CRACKLING)

(SNIFFLES)

- Hello.
- Please don't leave yet.

Just stay one more night.

- Have dinner with us.
- We only want to talk.

I think it's best
for everybody
if I hit the road now.

Please, Professor.
I have so many questions
for you.

I'm sure my replacement
will be at least
as knowledgeable as I am.

You know that's not
what we mean.

(EXHALES)
I don't know
what you want from me.

- We don't want
anything from you.
- I want to learn from you.

This looks a lot more
like stalking.

We read the book.

(NERVOUS CHUCKLE)

Don't deny
that you're John Oldman.

I see.

I'm-I'm sorry.
It's fiction.

Yes, I knew Art Jenkins.

And yes,
we gathered at my cabin.
And played a game.

A game. A bunch of eggheads
playing intellectual charades.

Maybe it went too far.

Art got angry and I guess
this was his response.

And it's my understanding that

things have not gone well
for him since its publication.

Early retirement.

Laughed out of academia.

That can happen when you
publish a science fiction novel
as fact.

So you're saying it's all lies.
That Jenkins
just made the whole thing up.

I'm saying that just
because you write a book
and call it 'non-fiction'

doesn't make it true.

You're safe with us.

We respect you
and want to help you
spread the word.

- What word?
- The word...

of God.

You think I'm trying to
spread the word of God?

- Aren't you?
- No.

I am a teacher,
not a preacher.

Jesus was a teacher.

His last words were:
"Go ye into the world
and teach all nations."

- You said that.
- Maybe in class.
I teach the Bible.

You are the living embodiment
of Jesus Christ. You are Him.

Always have been,
and still are.

That is... What's the word
I'm looking for?

Nuts.

I'm not even Christian.

Were you
or were you not Jesus?

Whatever it is you kids
are looking for,

whatever it is you think
I can tell you...

You're going to have
to find it somewhere else.

Alright, Professor.

Have a good life.

A good, long life.

- (TASER CRACKLING)
- (GRUNTS)

(BODY THUMPS)

Oh, shit.

- What happened?
- What did you do?

- I just tried
to keep him here.
- So you killed him?

I didn't kill him.
I tased him.
He hit his head.

Is he breathing?

Well?

- Yeah, he's alive.
- You are
a lunatic.

- We have to call
an ambulance.
- Hang on, hang on. Wait.

What, you wanna make sure
he's dead? You wanna be the guy
who killed the immortal?

- Well...
- Hello?

If Jenkins' story is true...

Then he's been through
a lot worse.

You are insane.
We have to get him
to a doctor.

- ISABEL:
(NERVOUS) Hello?
- What did you take?

- I'm sorry, I can't hear you.
- Art.

Art Jenkins.

Dr. Jenkins. What's up?

My car died.
Piece of crap.

I'm broken down by the side
of the road. You didn't let
John leave, did you?

- Please tell me you didn't.
- He's still here.

- Where are you?
- I don't know.
Red Bluff.

That's about an hour away.

- His car broke down
in Red Bluff.
- Where's that?

- Can you tell me
exactly where you are?
- It's where
the 99 meets the 5.

There's a motel,
and a lot of dirt.

- Can't he just
take an Uber?
- You guys go.
I've got this.

Okay, Dr. Jenkins.
We're gonna come
pick you up.

Just stay there.

We're on our way.
We'll call
when we're close, okay?

Okay.
Thank you.

(GRUNTS LOUDLY)
God dammit!

Okay, so is there anything
else that I should be doing?

How long until you get here?
Okay.

Yeah. Okay, okay,
I'll see you soon.
Thank you.

Okay, just...

You guys go.
Ambulance is on the way, okay?

And take the idiot with you.

Are you sure?

- Yeah, I got it.
- Oh, my God.

What's gonna happen
when he wakes up?
He's gonna be so pissed.

Well, he forgave Judas.

Let's go.

- (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
- (DUCT TAPE RIPPING)

(GRUNTS, COUGHS)

Philip.

You need to release me.

Philip.

What am I doing here?

You've kidnapped me.
Do you realize that?

We just
wanted you to stay.

I wanted to go.

So you knocked me out
and tied me to a chair.

No, um...

Cut me loose.

I'll leave.
You'll never hear
from me again.

I'm sorry.

- I can't.
- Yes, you can.

Just cut the tape
and walk away.

Do you want
something to drink?

No.

Why are you doing this?

Philip!

I want to know the truth.

You want to know the truth.

Where are the others?

They'll be back soon.

So is there a plan,
or are you guys
just winging it?

I mean, am I going
to be tortured
for information? I don't

know where the bomb is hidden,
I don't have any
gold treasure stashing.

They just went
to go get Dr. Jenkins.

Art.
(SCOFFS)

Art is an angry, bitter man.

He does not have
our best interest at heart.

He only wants to talk to you.

(SCOFFS)

I'm tied to a chair

and Art wants
to talk to me.

I'm concerned for your safety.
You need to cut me loose.

Where do you worship,
Philip?

I mean, I'm assuming
that you worship somewhere
because you seem...

Will you please
just stop talking?
Please.

Wouldn't sitting here
in silence be much worse?

I don't know, okay?
I'm just trying to think.

- Okay.
- (SIGHS DEEPLY)

It's the
Jubilee Christian Fellowship,
my church.

I've heard of it.
You live locally
with your mother, right?

She attends as well?

Yeah.

She know
where you are right now?

She's at a retreat.

What kind?

Transformation Conference.
It's about...

preparing for the future.

Protecting the church.

So she's very involved.
Both of you are.

Yeah, it's her mostly,
because I'm busy with school.

You'll be more involved
after you graduate, right?

- These...
- I have questions, okay?

I have some questions.
Will you answer them?

To the best of my ability.

- I want to...
- You want to talk about Jesus.

Okay.

You believe the Bible
as the word of God, right?

Absolutely.

How did you come
to that belief?

Um...
Growing up, my dad drank.

(SNIFFLES)
And he hit my mother,
so we got out of there.

Some people
took us in and they, uh...

They brought us to the church,
and it saved us, really.

We were baptized.
Born again.

And you now have
a personal relationship with
Jesus Christ as your savior?

Yes, sir, I do.

What would he
want you to do now?

I don't know.
Why don't you tell me?

Who exactly
do you think I am?

I don't know.

I don't know. You're certainly
the best professor
that I've ever had.

And you know more
about the Bible
than even Pastor Michaels,

plus
every other religion besides.

Most of my teachers,
they don't...

they won't...

acknowledge
the central truth of scripture.
They...

believe that faith and science
can't co-exist
and that's just not true.

That's not how you teach it.

That just means
I'm a decent teacher.
Right?

I met Isabel freshman year.
It was in your Intro class.

She was the first one of us
to realize
there's just something...

different about you and...

The way you spoke.

I mean, you saved
that janitor's life.

That was just CPR,
you could do it.

You talked that girl
out of suicide.

She just needed someone
to hear her.

Yeah, but there's all the other
weird stuff, too.
You know, like...

how there's no pictures
of you anywhere.

There's no record of you online
before you started teaching
at the school.

I've got my own reasons
for wanting to be
very private these days.

That's all.

I mean, on one hand...

what if God really did send
His Son to Earth
to spread His word.

Maybe you're exactly
how He'd do it, right?

Allow a man to live
for thousands and thousands
of years,

traveling the world,
collecting

all of this knowledge
and wisdom,
and once he's finally got it...

he starts preaching.

What he's saying
is the truth, so people
grasp it right away.

It's like Christianity.
It took over the world in just
a couple of hundred years.

Yes, it did.

It makes a certain
kind of sense.

And you want to believe
that story.

I'm not sure.
Because...

if you are Jesus, then...

that means
that the Bible is just...

fiction.

I need...

I want to know the truth.
I need to know the truth.
Can you...

just tell me the truth,
please?

If I tell you the truth,
Philip, will you let me go?

Yeah, I guess so.

- Okay, I want you to listen
very carefully.
- Okay, just wait a second...

Two thousand years ago,
I stood on a hill in Galilee

and I spoke

some basic spiritual truths
I'd picked up over the years.

And when the gospels
were written,
they called me Christ.

But frankly, the whole thing
got a lot bigger

and went
in a very different direction
than I ever intended.

It got violent
and scary and I took off.

I've kept my head down
ever since.

And I have to move on
far more often
than I would like.

(ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING)

But lately something's changed.

I'm getting lines in my face,
gray hair. I don't heal
as fast as I used to.

And I don't know
if it's something in the air,

or in the water, the food.
Something in my blood,
or DNA...

or a ticking time bomb
in my soul.
I feel different.

Are you dying?

I don't know. Maybe.
Maybe I'm just changing.

Into what?

If your time is limited,
it's more important
now than ever

for you to come forward.

For you to spread
the word as only you can.

I've thought about it a lot
and I want to help.

There is so much pain
and suffering.

The New Testament said that
I would return,
but the truth is I never left.

The Book of Revelation
says that

Jesus will rule over this planet
with his believers
for a thousand years.

Shouldn't there be a better way
to help people than
ruling over them like a king?

But what about the Rapture,
where the Dead
in Christ will rise?

Why not bring them
into the light now?
Why condemn them to darkness?

Because they've condemned
themselves to darkness.

That's harsh.

No, it isn't.
That's the fate of those
who haven't been saved.

As the fate of those who've
abandoned their faith.

Everyone can be saved.

Everyone can find
peace and love.

Why not create
a Heaven on Earth now?
We can help do that.

But right now...

I need your help.

What can I do?

It's time
to cut me loose.

Yeah, okay.

Okay, what's your plan?

One step at a time.

If you're the Son of God,
why can't you
just cut yourself loose?

(SCOFFS)

Son of Man.
No magical powers.

Okay, you want a plan.

There are many paths to
enlightenment,

including
the born-again experience
that you've had.

But there are
equally valid paths.

No, there aren't.

It says in Matthew 18:3...

Um...

Jesus tells his disciples:

"Except ye be converted,
and become as little children,

ye shall not enter into
the kingdom of Heaven."

There are other approaches
to enlightenment
that have been practiced

throughout time
across the globe.

Why wouldn't we draw
on that experience,
and that wisdom?

But do these other paths
involve the cleansing blood
of Christ? Because...

The path is less
important than the goal:

a personal transformation...

that enables us

to empathize with others
and bring

Heaven here on Earth
right now.

Rational humans have existed
on this planet
for 200,000 years.

Right? The New Testament
has only existed for a fraction
of that time, Philip.

No, no. This is liberal
theological nonsense.

What,
so you're a Methodist now?

- I'm not being clear...
- Nah, you know what?

I've had
a personal relationship

with Jesus Christ as my savior
for the past ten years now.

I think I know who Jesus is,

and I can tell you right now
you don't sound anything
like him.

I don't know which translation
of the Bible you've read,

- whose version...
- It's so seductive,
isn't it?

It's so seductive.
The desire to believe you
is so strong.

But if word
of your existence got out

and Isabel had her way and
people started worshipping you,
it could destroy the world.

I have no intention
of starting a religion.

You're a real
smooth talker,
Professor Young.

While you're certainly not
Jesus, you do remind me of
someone else from the Bible.

Someone
with miraculous powers
of persuasion.

Someone obsessed
with transforming
the world,

overturning
the true message
of the Bible.

You're not Jesus Christ.

You're the Anti-Christ.

Cut me loose, Philip,
so we can discuss
this rationally, please.

(LAUGHS MOCKINGLY)

Sure, yeah.
Cut loose the Anti-Christ.

What harm could possibly
come from that?

Why don't you
listen to yourself?

A minute earlier,
you're prepared to believe
that I'm Jesus. Now...

I'm the Anti-Christ.

I'm not sure who you are.

Maybe you're just
a regular guy who's
a really good story teller.

But you're the one who
claimed to be Jesus,

and right now, you sound more
like the Great Deceiver.

Do you even know
what the Anti-Christ is?

The concept
doesn't exist in the Bible.

It's a distortion
that superstitious monks
created by pulling

completely unrelated
passages together.

Now the word "Antichrist"

appears in the
Epistles of John...

but it never refers
to a single person.

You know that I'm talking
about the
really really bad guy

from the Book of Revelation,
whatever
medieval monks named him.

Okay.
What malevolent creature

from the Book of Revelation
do I remotely resemble
to you?

There's the
seven-headed Beast

who is wounded to death.

His wounds miraculously heal.
You can do that.

The Beast blasphemes God
and Heaven,

much like your theology
of many paths.

Ultimately
everyone left on Earth is

worshiping him.
Seems like you're pushing
for a similar plan.

All that's missing
is the 666.

You got any tattoos?

(SCOFFS)

The nonsense
about the Beast

is fantasy literature
and nothing more.

You really don't believe
in the Bible, do you?

It's a book,
written by people.

Whatever you are,
you're a serious enemy
of the Bible,

and your message could have
catastrophic effects
on the Christian faith.

You are a threat.

I just want
to be left alone.

I don't believe you.

I haven't lied to you once.

Hah!

I have an idea.

Let's have a little test
of faith.

For me or for you?

Both of us.

I know what I believe in.

Okay.
So if I am the Beast...

what do you think God
would have you do with me?

Probably kill you.

Then do it.
Let's end this.

I didn't exactly say
you were the Anti-Christ.

I just said
it could be a possibility.

Well, that's good news.

If you're not going to kill me
for being the Beast,

you're going to have
to let me go sometime.

There's still the possibility
that you could be Jesus,
and I can't let you go

until I know
one way or the other.

I already told you I was.

That doesn't
prove anything.

Then plunge your knife into me
and find out for sure.

If I'm Jesus, I'll survive.
Or die and be reborn.

Maybe you're just
a manipulative story teller,
and I'd be a murderer.

That's right.

But it still comes down
to the same choices:
stab me or let me go.

So just, stick this knife
in your eye or something?

Why not place it
on my right side?

- Like the Roman soldier
with the spear.
- Yes.

So you want me to stab you
right now as an act of faith.

I didn't say that.

But what if I want to?

Then you would be...

- (FLESH TEARS)
- (JOHN GRUNTS)

Philip.

P-Professor?

P-Professor Young?

J-Jesus Christ.
What...

- (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
- (KNIFE CLATTERS)

(SNIFFLING, CRYING)

Hi, you've reached Philip.
Sorry I can't get
to the phone right now...

No answer.

- (BEEP)
- Philip, what's up?
Where are you?

We have Dr. Jenkins,
we're really close.
Call me.

So what's your problem
with him, anyway? Hm?

- Me?
- Yeah.
What'd he ever do to you?

Aside from the fact
that he ruined my life?
That problem?

(SCOFFS)

Don't get salty, dude.

What happened,
Dr. Jenkins?

Well, you read my book,
Isabel. Yes?

You were all good friends,
academic peers...

He told you his story
one night, then "just kidding"
and poof, he vanished.

I was angry. I felt betrayed.
We all felt betrayed.

And I left there that evening,
wanting to expose him
for the lunatic

- that I thought he was.
- So you became
a ninja stalker.

I'd given up hope
of finding him
until I saw your email.

But that doesn't explain
how you went from a skeptic
to a believer.

I'm an archaeologist.

I dug deep,
looking for the truth,
but I...

couldn't disprove
his fantastic story.

So I published. And...

Got run out of Dodge
on a rail.

Sucks to be you.

Tara...

No, I would agree.

I guess the ambulance
has already come and gone.

Well, they left
the front door open.
Maybe there's a note.

Start calling hospitals.
There can't be
that many in this town.

- Professor Young's truck
is gone.
- Hello? Anybody home?

Still no answer.
Philip, what's up?
Where are you?

Hello?

(FLOORBOARD CREAKING)

Look, there's blood.

Oh, no.

Oh, shit.

Okay, okay.
What went on here?

I don't know.
Philip said he was
calling an ambulance.

You need to call
the police.

- We don't know what happened.
- That's why you need
to call the police.

Philip might have done
something stupid.

Don't touch that.
You have to dial 911.

There's a broken chair
and some blood.
We don't know what went on.

Two people
and a car are missing.

We have to find Philip.

No, you have to call
the p...

I'll do it.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa,
wait, wait,
just one minute, okay?

I don't want to get in trouble,
okay? No one does.

Let's just think about
what happened.

If the ambulance came,
then Professor Young
is in the hospital.

No. The paramedics
would have stopped
the bleeding down here.

There wouldn't be a blood trail
all the way up
the stairs right there.

- We're not criminals.
- No, no, you have no choice.

If the cops come,
then we all get arrested, okay?

Forget college,
forget everything. Our lives
are totally over, period.

But where are they?

Do you think
Professor Young
killed Philip?

- I...
- No way.

Maybe Philip
killed Professor Young.

Now that is impossible.
Because he would have had
to cut his head off.

And there's not enough blood
in here for that.

Ewgh!

That's a little graphic.

Maybe they both
just drove away together.

After having a knife fight?

Or a ritual sacrifice?

Okay, Professor Young
was leaving...
Maybe he just left.

No, because the Van Gogh
is still upstairs.

It doesn't make sense that he
would leave it behind,
after all these years.

Okay, listen.
Tara, why don't you
and Dr. Jenkins

call all the hospitals,
see if he's there.

Liko and I will stay here,
figure out what to do
with this.

Sound like a plan?

Oh, boy...

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

John?

Harry.

John.

Oh, my God.

Hah.

Well, I got your letter,
obviously.

I was surprised to hear
from you, to say the least.
And a letter.

- (HARRY LAUGHS)
- Well,

technology is not my friend
these days.

(HARRY GRUNTS)

(EXHALES, BREATHING DEEPLY)
It was a lot
to absorb, John.

I know.

How are you feeling?

Still sore.

I'm not used to being injured
for an extended period of time.

It's only been six weeks.

I've had much worse,
and I'm usually up
in a couple of days.

This is different,
Harry.

How so?

I don't know.
But I hope
I'll find out soon.

I like the beard.
Reminds me
of a Schnauzer I had once.

- (BOTH CHUCKLE)
- Ouch.
- Ouch.

No, no.
I got it.

Okay.

So you're living here?

Uh, yes.

- How much longer?
- I don't know.

Hmm.

I think I found a name
for myself, Harry.
A classification.

- 'Holocene Man'.
- Ah, your dates
are a little off.

The Holocene
only goes back 12,000 years.
And you, you're...

- Oh, I know.
- (HARRY CHUCKLES)

I saw the ice melt,
watched the birth
of an epoch.

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, well,
the scientific community
is starting

to coalesce around the idea
that the Holocene's over.

We're now living
in the Anthropocene.

Ta-da!

The impact of man's activities
on the planet being so severe,
it's changed it permanently,

creating a whole new epoch.

That would explain
a thing or two
about my condition.

End of an era.

Oh, John.
Come on, don't talk like that.

Well, everything ends.
And apparently,
nobody lives forever.

What is it?

John, I didn't do this,
come here, for any reason,
except you asked.

But since we're here,
and since we're talking,
I could really use your help.

It's my dad.
He's been sick for a while.
And now...

Would you be willing
to come home with me?
Just for a while?

(CHUCKLES)

I think he would really like
to meet you.

I'll go check my calendar.
But I think I'm free.

- Let's go.
- Thank you.

("WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN"
BY TURTLE PLAYS)

(KNOCKS AT DOOR)

- Dr. Jenkins?
- Yeah.

Angelo Garcetti, FBI.

FBI?
What can I do for you?

I was hoping we could
talk about John Young,

aka John Oldman,
aka John Magdel.

Yeah, yeah.
I know who you mean.

I don't know where he is,
if that's what
you want to know.

Oh, I'm aware of that.
If you knew where he was,
I'd know where he was.

Oh.
Is that so?

- Do you think he kidnapped
Philip Nichols?
- I hope not.

I'd hate to think
he'd hurt a kid.

You have reason to believe
he's capable of violence?

He hunts large animals
with a bow and arrow,

and he butchers them
with his own hands.

I have no idea what
he's capable of.

I see.

You've said this man
claims to be immortal?

Sometimes he claims it,
sometimes he denies it.

- Do you think it's true?
- I don't know anymore.

Maybe he's just older
than he looks.

You describe him
as over six feet, thin,

- with dark hair and eyes.
- Yup.

Interesting.

Why?
What's it to you?

It's a cold case.

Crazy thing. His description
matches a guy,
died years ago.

But witnesses keep placing him
at the scene of violent crimes.

Sick, twisted stuff,
nightmares.

Always a different name,

different place,
but the same description.

I don't think John
would hurt people
intentionally.

But he is certainly
a skilled identity fabricator.

Maybe so.

But an immortal,
identity-changing
serial killer...

Do you think
such a thing could exist?

I think...

anything is possible.

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