All language subtitles for A.D.The.Bible.Continues.S01E01.BDRip.x264-ROVERS

Truth?

What is truth?

Many here have seen
you employ demons to heal

and call it the work of God!

Many heard you say

you would destroy the Temple

and in three days build another.

Some testified here before
the Sanhedrin that you said this.

How do you respond?

Are you going to
refuse to answer?

Are you, or are you
not, the Messiah?

I am.

And soon you will
see the Son of Man

sitting at the
right hand of God.

How dare you speak His name!

The charge is blasphemy.

He deserves to die!

Judas!

You. You're one of his men. No.

It is you. I... I'm not.

This man is one of
the Nazarene's men!

I... I don't know
him. You're mistaken!

This man walks with
this "Son of God"!

I do not! I don't know him!

I've never seen him before!

Take him away.

Governor.

The Nazarene's popularity has
strengthened the zealots' resolve

to rise against us.

His trial could
trigger rebellion.

The word of one Jew
against the might of Rome?

I don't think so, Marius.

Crucify him!

Release him. Release him! Don't!

Let him go!

Are you the King of the Jews?

My kingdom is not of this world.

So, you are a king, then?

You say that I am.

I was born and came into
this world to testify to the truth.

Everyone on the side
of the truth listens to me.

Truth?

What is truth?

I find no basis for a
charge against him.

Crucify him!

Please. No, no!

Crucify him!

Take him and crucify him.

Crucify him!

Move along, move
along there, move!

Quickly!

Out of the way!

Let me see him!

Nail them in.

See how they come in
their hundreds of thousands

to keep themselves
in God's favor.

Well, it is undeniable

that the Temple is
a great focal point

for their celebrations, Father.

However, they thrive
in their daily lives

due to the leadership
of their High Priest.

You have protected our
sacrificial rites admirably

against the Nazarene's
desire to sweep them away.

My one regret is that
you involved the governor.

It was necessary to call upon
the full force of Roman law.

The Nazarene's
crucifixion sends a message

to all who might challenge
what we labor so hard to uphold.

Well, you did the right thing.

That is open to question.

Day by day more and more
people were being seduced

by the Nazarene's
simplistic homilies.

He had to be exposed.

And so brutally executed?

My husband took a decision

any high priest would've taken.

Though my methods may have
differed during my time in office,

I would have pursued
the same objective.

It was the needless
death of a harmless soul.

Harmless?

He threatened everything we
represent and these people believe in.

The life of one man
is as nothing, Joseph,

for the sake of God's nation.

- Caiaphas, surely...
- Ah, enough.

We shall see you at supper.

Joseph and his lofty morals,

floating above the daily
grime of public affairs.

Ah, his words come cheap.

Without actions to test
them, his opinions are fruitless.

Is it correct the Nazarene
alleged he would rise from death?

One of his many
outrageous claims

and crude manipulations
of prophecy.

Then ensure he dies swiftly,

before he has the chance
to perform a final deception,

before the first star, Caiaphas,

before the very sight of the rogue
is allowed to pollute our celebrations.

To you, Lord, I call.
You are my rock.

Do not turn a deaf ear to
me, for if you remain silent,

I should be like those
who go down to the pit.

Hear my cry for mercy.

I call for your help as I lift my
hands to your most holy place.

My God?

My God?

Why have you forsaken me?

Two items, Governor.

A request to expedite the death

of the Nazarene from
High Priest Caiaphas

and a petition to repossess
the Nazarene's body upon death.

Who requests the body?

A Jewish elder,

troubled by the Sanhedrin's
persecution of the Nazarene.

His name?

Joseph of Arimathea.

Grant each request.

Keeping them at
each other's throats

prevents them from wrapping
their fingers around ours.

And have Cornelius put the
Nazarene out of his misery.

Are you enjoying the spectacle?

Spectacle?

Is that how you regard the
crucifixion of the Nazarene?

Any man who claims to
be king in a Roman province

is committing treason

and must suffer
the consequences.

He does not behave
as a king in my dreams.

The running of the province
can hardly be determined

by the dreams of
the governor's wife.

The gods find us in our sleep.

Their message was clear.

The Nazarene is a good man.

Humble, pure of heart.

The man was a
danger to the status quo.

Our garrison in Judea
is not large, Claudia.

You'll live to regret
your hand in his death.

I took advice. I weighed
it up. I acted accordingly.

Advice from men who feared his
popularity would eclipse their own.

He claimed to be their
Messiah. It was intolerable.

At worst, he's mad! Is
that reason enough...

Claudia.

It's tiresome enough

having every Jewish
priest on my back.

I don't expect my
own wife to join them,

and, yes, even if he were mad,

we should nail him up
to destroy the messenger

and to warn the people
against his message.

Killing him won't
be the end of him.

It usually is, my darling.

It is finished.

Help me!

Out of my way!

This way!

This is his mother.

So?

Spare her this. You
can see he's dead.

I'll be the judge of that.

There's no need for this.

Please.

The order is to make sure.

Oh.

Identify yourself.

I have permission to take
possession of the Nazarene's body.

On whose authority?

The governor's.

If you will allow,

I would like to offer my own tomb
as your son's final place of rest.

He'll be at peace there.

Mmm.

I've done the
most terrible thing.

For which there can
be no forgiveness.

I've betrayed innocent blood.

♪ Amen ♪

♪ Amen ♪

She's exhausted.

She's waiting.

Does she really believe it, or is it
what her grief wills her to believe?

I think she truly believes
he will rise from death.

Do you?

And I'll tell you the rest of
the story tomorrow night.

Good night. Come, off to bed.

Good night.

Night.

Drink something.

In my lifetime, I could
never have imagined

such an assault on
the house of God.

My heart breaks.

We can restore it.

It was not of your making.

Miraculous that
no one was killed.

Ah, we thought
you weren't coming.

Apologies. Come in. Come in.

We were waylaid.

Why?

I was laying a
poor soul to rest.

A relative?

The crucified Nazarene.

I beg your pardon?

He deserved greater
respect in death

than he'd ever
been afforded in life.

Because his followers
named him Rabbi, Joseph,

doesn't mean he was one.

The Nazarene gave succor to those
who would take up arms against Rome,

which would have
been a disaster,

prompting Rome to
unleash reinforcements

that would turn the Mediterranean
red with Jewish blood.

I don't agree he posed
the threat you believe.

Which is why you will never
become the High Priest.

The Jewish people have survived
the tyranny of many empires,

with pragmatism and compromise.

With careful helmsmanship,

it will outlast the
Roman occupation.

Not by asking Rome
to crucify Jews, it won't.

May I ask where the
Nazarene was buried?

In my tomb.

"And he made his grave with the
wicked and his tomb with the rich."

You are familiar with
Isaiah's prophecy?

I wasn't compelled by
prophecy, but decency.

I find this hard to believe.

At the very hour we sought to
extinguish this dangerous flame,

you take it upon
yourself to reignite it.

I had no intention other than to bring this
sordid episode to a dignified conclusion.

But to the weak of mind,

you create the appearance
of fulfilling Isaiah!

Do you not understand
the issue here?

What precisely was his crime?

To preach that we
should treat each other

as we ourselves would
wish to be treated?

He was killed for the repeated
blasphemy of claiming to be the Messiah.

And if he was?

Then he is no more.

Rome holds Judea
loose in its hand

only as long as the Sanhedrin
is able to manage its people.

In addition to peace and love,

the Nazarene preached
insurrection against all authority.

I disagree.

Such arrogance!

But you will see, Joseph.

You have my word,
in or out of your tomb,

the Nazarene's doctrine

will decompose with his corpse.

Peter.

What happened to you?

I was recognized.

I managed to get away.

Mmm.

Ah!

The others are here? JOHN: No.

Mary is convinced the
authorities will be hunting us down.

You should leave immediately.

Without them? No.

Where were you, Peter?

Is he dead?

I laid him to rest myself.

Then it's over.

Jesus foretold that Judas would
betray him to the Sanhedrin.

And he did.

He also foretold that
you would deny him.

Tell us you didn't.

I can't lie.

There was a trial.

The mob was
baying for his blood,

and I was recognized.

What difference does any of
this now make if he's dead?

The last three years
of our lives for nothing.

His mother
believes he will rise.

I would give this arm
to believe the same!

I never had you for a coward.

Never.

Get back! Back up!

Go through the door. Over there.

Go on.

Move along! That's it. Keep
moving, you! Get along, you!

Take him away!

Drusus.

Governor,

the High Priest of the Temple.

Can't it wait until
after I've eaten?

No, I'm afraid it can't. This
is a matter of some urgency.

"Urgent" appears to be your
default state of mind, Caiaphas.

We live in turbulent times,
Governor. I have a request.

Another one?

Please tell me it doesn't
concern the Nazarene.

I'm certainly grateful
for the decisive manner

in which you've acted
on our behalf so far.

"So far?" You seek
more from me on this.

I'm afraid so.

You wanted him crucified.

I had him crucified.

What more is necessary?

What is it about this
nobody that so disturbs you?

As you know, his corpse has
been placed in the tomb of an elder.

What do you mean "as you know"?

Is this true?

A petition was made.

You must have known
the friction it would cause.

Never crossed my mind.

In keeping with his practice, the
Nazarene distorted ancient prophecies

relating to the
rise of our Messiah

and spread rumor
that he would rise

from his own death
after three days.

Roman crucifixion really
doesn't allow for that, Caiaphas.

Nevertheless, by allowing
his body to be entombed

and not consumed by wild beasts,

you've granted an
opportunity to his followers

to enact the appearance
of resurrection.

And, as we know, in Jerusalem,
the appearance of a thing

is often as potent
as the thing itself.

You believe they will raid
the tomb after three days?

It would be the simplest
way to manipulate events.

Then ensure it isn't removed.

Post temple guards outside.

I fear my men would pose no
deterrent to a band of fanatics.

You want me to
waste Roman soldiers

guarding a Jewish hole?

And place a Roman
seal across the tomb.

Its unlawful breaking
carries the death penalty.

You ask too much.

Had you not granted
permission to entomb him,

this situation would
not have arisen.

Where he lies, he
currently remains a threat,

both to the Sanhedrin
and to Rome.

One man?

You underestimate the
might of your Roman overlords.

But if it will finally
bring an end to this,

I will post a small
guard outside the tomb.

I cannot thank you enough.

At last, something
we can agree upon.

Why didn't you tell me?

I don't have to account for my
decisions to you or anyone else.

Away! Away with you!

What is your business here?

Don't look now, Matthew, but I
think we may have been spotted.

Do you want to go back?

If we do, we confirm their
suspicions. Just keep moving forward.

Hey, you!

Run! Come back! Hey!

Come back right now!

Shout out and you're
dead, understood?

Run the other way! - This way!

Keep looking!

Move it!

Why were you running
from the Romans?

You have one chance
to speak the truth

before we leave
your corpses here.

We're disciples of
Jesus of Nazareth.

Go on.

We fled the city
after he was captured.

Then why come back to where
there are more Roman soldiers

than anywhere else in Judea?

To find our brothers.

Well, he bled like a man.

Remove it, but break it up.

I recognize this man.

Boaz.

You know this zealot?

We played together
in Galilee as children.

An age away, Peter.

The times reshape us all.

They do.

You are disciples
of the Nazarene?

We are.

Your leader had a great
following on the streets.

The authorities colluded
and murdered him.

Join us and become a real
force to be reckoned with.

Fighting the Romans?

Whatever it takes to
drive them off our land.

"Live by the sword, and
you die by the sword."

Better that than
like a dog on a leash.

Your master preached love.
I shall die preaching freedom.

Join us.

We are fishermen,

not fighters.

They won't stop with
him. You do know that?

Once the Romans realize
your message remains a threat,

they will root you out.

And when they've
killed each of you,

they will snuff out
his ideas one by one,

until it will be as if
you never existed.

Join us.

I cannot.

What are we waiting for?

The means by which
I intend to put an end

to your incessant
mewling about this Jesus.

Am I not entitled to an opinion?

You are.

But obsession is
not opinion, Claudia,

and unhealthy obsession
requires radical treatment,

which I believe is arriving now.

Cornelius, I have a certain
matter only you can clear up.

If I can, of course.

I need to know
one thing from you.

When he was placed
inside his tomb,

are you certain the
Nazarene was dead?

Sir, when I'm instructed
to do a job, I do it.

I was instructed to ensure the
death of the Nazarene on the cross,

and that's what I did.

He expired before you?

Better than that.

He expired because of me.

And you performed
the proofs of death?

I instructed Longinus
to insert his spear

hard between the
Nazarene's ribs.

- And he was dead?
- Before and after the spear.

So, to anyone who might entertain
the notion that he might not be dead,

that the Nazarene might actually
somehow have remained alive

after all of what you've just
described, you would say what?

I would say they were
either mad or a fool.

Thank you,
Cornelius. You may go.

Enough of your dreams
and nonsense, Claudia.

The Nazarene was
only ever flesh and blood.

And we have butchered the former

and spilled the
latter all over the city.

But if you should
dream of him again,

be sure he proves his true
identity by his real incarnation.

Not as a handsome
prophet with charisma,

but as a rotting pile
of meat on the floor.

I'm just questioning whether leaving
Jerusalem at this moment in time

is the right course of action.

How can saving our lives

not be the right
course of action?

There's no guarantee
we'll make it to the city wall.

But there's no guarantee
they're actually coming after us.

The High Priest walks
hand in hand with Pilate!

They killed our leader.

How do we continue to pose
a threat to their authority?

Five thousand people

on a remote hillside

just to hear him preach.

That was him, not us.

Have you forgotten
his prophecy already?

Have you forgotten, Peter?

On the third day,

he promises to rise from death.

You need to rest.

Have they forgotten so quickly?

Can they not wait?

Can you not wait?

She watched him being tortured
and killed, moment by moment.

He's dead,

but we are not.

Our flesh and blood waits up
north in Galilee for our return.

Our duty now is to our families.

Three days.

I owe him that much.

Our faith in him

has to be worth three days.

And if he fails to
rise on the third?

Then we leave like men,

not cowards.

You think he's coming back.

I know he is.

How're you so sure?

He raised others from death.

If this is what was
prophesized, and he promised,

then why not himself?

High Priest? Ah.

I want you to post temple
guards at Arimathea's tomb.

It must remain sealed.

They speak to no one,
they let no one pass,

they report only to me.

Iscariot's been found.

The betrayer?

Well, will he lead
us to the others?

He lies dead in
the potter's field.

He's hanged himself.

What is it about this Jesus

that drives them
to such madness?

What does it matter?

Without his body, they can't
pretend he's risen from death.

You were with him at the end?

Only John.

The Romans turned his death
into an atrocious spectacle.

They flayed him until
his back split open.

It was as if they wanted to cut
him down one piece at a time

until he could barely move.

They forced him to his feet

and drove thorns into his head.

They made him

drag his cross to Golgotha,

where they nailed him to it,

and raised him
up for all to see.

It doesn't matter
that you weren't there.

He understood our weakness.

He loved us for it, died for it.

None of this matters now.

You heard the zealot.

We need to leave
before they find us,

before it's our turn to
look down from Golgotha.

You need to rest.

No.

It's been a stressful period.

You've done exceptionally well to
steer the community to calmer waters.

With your support, as ever.

You've used Pilate to
great effect to protect us.

Come to bed.

I won't be long.

The charge is blasphemy.

He deserves to die!

Truth?

What is truth?

I don't know him!

You're mistaken!

I've never seen him before!

The Roman seal has been broken.

The tomb is now open,

and the Nazarene is gone.

What do you mean "gone"?