Written on the Body of Night

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Okay, log that.

What piece of evidence|finally convinced you...

that the body found|at Giva'at Ha Mivtarwas crucified?

Well, I suppose if you're looking|for a dead giveaway...

I'd really have to say it was the block|of wood and nail in the foot...

that really did the trick.

And the Romans were crucifying bodies|for around 400 years.

Why have we only found|one set of remains?

Well, only the lower rungs|of society were crucified.

Then their remains were burned...

or fed to the dogs.

-Doctor, I really need a cigarette.|-Then we must go outside.

Thank you.

So, it's unlikely that you'd find|a crucified man in a rich man's tomb?

Highly unlikely.

Not to mention potentially|catastrophic.

Catastrophic?

The only recorded crucified body|in a rich man's tomb was that of...

Rabbi Yeshu Ben Yosef...

known to all of us if not by|his Hebrew name...

then surely by his Greek one...

Jesus, son of Joseph.

Sharon! Sharon!

They're here.

-What are all these people doing here?|-Dr. Golban?

Moshe Cohen,|Deputy Attache to Jerusalem.

-For your protection, I assure you.|-Yeah, right.

-Now, may we have a look?|-No.

I can't have amateurs trampling|through the dig. You'll break something.

Okay. What about a professional?

A priest has no place on an excavation.|Do I make my self clear?

Dr. Golban, Pierre Lavelle.

Dr. Lavelle, I am so sorry.|I had no idea you were a priest.

I am an archaeologist.

-After you, Doctor.|-Thank you.

All I wanted to do|was dig a basement.

They wanted to put up fats in|about 3 months, so we had to be quick.

Until we remove the body, we're|keeping a low profile in security.

Disturbing the dead can get you killed|in this neighborhood.

Father Gutierrez.

Your Eminence.

Not many of our priests|are ex-combat soldiers.

El Salvador was|a long time ago, Your Eminence.

Military intelligence.

A polite oxymoron.

You have been chosen to investigate|a problem for us in Jerusalem.

One that will require the wide range|of your investigative abilities.

"Dr. Sharon Golban."

An Israeli archaeologist. It was she|who opened the tomb in Jerusalem.

Those are photos of what she found.

This is of Pontius Pilate.

So I've been told.

Excuse me, Your Eminence,|but this has to be a joke.

A dangerous one, which is why we have|chosen you to investigate it.

Yeah, but who would believe this?

It reads like|tabloid journalism...

not a serious|archaeological report.

Dr. Golban is|a serious archaeologist.

So is Fr. Lavelle.

He's a Dominican in Jerusalem.

Lectures at their university.

What is his opinion about this?

There are many tests|to be conducted.

But he has seen the tomb...

and the body.

So he thinks...

it is possible?

But Your Eminence...

I have no qualifications|for something like this.

That is not true.

You have told us why|in your own words.

"I believe Jesus Christ is God|because I spoke to Him this morning...

in my prayers.

And I've known He was God|since I was a boy.

He has always been my best friend...

even though I haven't always|been His.

In Him, I have peace."

You were called because of your military|and investigative experience.

You were chosen because|of what you wrote here.

The ideal solution is to stop|rumors and lies at their inception.

If not, a Vatican denial|would be interrupted by some...

as merely the Vatican|covering up the truth.

We must stop this before|it lets loose its poison.

We are counting on you|to protect the Church.

Protect the faith.

They're synonymous. Protect the Church,|you protect the faith.

Your Eminence, what if|the body they found--

There is no "what if," Father.

This is not the body of Christ.

I understand.

Matt Gutierrez?

-That's you?|-That's me.

Sharon Golban, right?

-Is this your bag?|-Yes.

-I'll carry it.|-Short trip, huh?

Before you get us killed, I think|there is something I'd better clear up.

-I am not an archaeologist.|-What?

The road, please.|Just look at the road.

I'm looking at the road.|You have a doctorate, don't you?

In Roman history.

Anything relevant?|Anything useful?

Well, theology.

So, what are you, a priest?

Yes, I'm a priest. A priest who is|about to give him self the last rites.

So, you're a priest|who's not an archaeologist...

sent by the Vatican to investigate|an archaeological dig...

that is going to f*** up the Church|for the rest of time...

and I'm expected to believe|that you don't have an agenda?

I have no expectations of you other|than keeping your eyes on the road.

-Please.|-Well, I have been ordered...

to obey your every command.

Ordered? By whom?

Deputy Attache to Jerusalem,|Moshe Cohen.

-You guys should get along well.|-Hey, what are you doing?

Know this.|I am not gonna lie for you.

Why would I ask you to lie?

'Cause my archaeological facts will|conflict with your religious beliefs.

Don't you forget that.|Are you trying to get us killed?

I thought that was your job.

Listen, I'm--

I'm sorry I came down on you so hard.

No, you're not.|That's okay.

What I would really like|is some sympathy...

for scaring me half to death|with your driving.

You better get used to it.|All Israelis drive like this.

Then all Palestinians have|to do is give you faster cars...

and wait for the inevitable.

-I'll pick you up at 6:00.|-11:00.

-Time to unpack your bags?|-11:00.

You must be Patch's nephew.

Nobody, and I mean nobody,|gets an advance like this.

Not even for the second coming.

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