The Robe Page #4

even for 3,000 pieces of gold.

Is there anything else you want, sir?

No.

The lady Diana begs a word with you, sir,

before you leave.

We don't want to lose this tide, sir.

Diana.

I came to tell you that I'm going back to Capri

to ask the emperor to intercede for you.

Why?

I think Caligula treated you unjustly.

Why, Diana?

It was partly my fault what happened.

The real reason.

Because I've found you again,

and I don't want to lose you.

Perhaps you don't believe that

a girl of 11 could fall in love

and stay in love all these years.

Tribune.

Don't cry, my love.

Lucia thought I was in love.

I laughed at her,

but women are wise in these matters.

Tribune. We'll miss the tide.

Make Tiberius promise

not to give you to Caligula

until I come back.

Cast off.

- Pull up.

- Lines are up.

Start the oars.

Jerusalem's no pleasure resort at its best.

This is the worst,

the feast they call the Passover.

This is when their soothsayers

tell them the Messiah will come.

- Messiah? What's that?

- King. Saviour. Redeemer.

Son of their god - and general troublemaker.

- He's coming here?

- No one knows.

No one knows if he even exists.

He is, but he isn't.

He hasn't come yet, but he's coming.

Every year the same.

You'll find out, Tribune,

if you live long enough.

Thanks for the kind wish, Centurion.

The Messiah.

There he is.

What stirred them up?

Perhaps he's coming after all, the Messiah.

Something's happening, that's certain.

Look. There. Those people carrying palms.

The man riding a white donkey. See him?

Flavius, clear us a path through these cattle.

Demetrius, come along.

Your master will have you flogged.

- Did you see him?

- Who?

- The man who just rode past.

- I was over there.

He stopped here and looked at me.

He looked into my eyes.

- What did he want?

- I don't know.

I thought he was going to speak

but he didn't.

Only his eyes spoke.

Come on, Demetrius.

I think he wants me to follow him.

- Who is he? A general?

- No.

- A king?

- No, he's not a king.

He's...

I don't know.

This is for the tribune. It's very important.

Excuse me. Let me pass, please.

Here you are, Tribune, just as I promised you.

The finest Syrian wine

from the vintage you like the best.

And now, Tribune, there's

a little matter of payment.

One, two, three, four

skins of wine you owe me for.

Four skins of wine for four days, remember?

Who are you?

Who am I?

The tribune has a sense of humour.

- He asks me who I am.

- Ever seen this man before?

- No, never.

- Never, sire.

Gentlemen, please. Please. I am Caleb,

Caleb the wine merchant. Remember?

I'm an honest man.

The tribune and I have an agreement.

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