- Papa?
- You should be sleeping, little one.
- I can't sleep.
- Sit down, sit down.
Is your head hurting you again?
- No.
- I know.
You were thinking of the big new star.
Look, it's right there, see?
- No.
- Why can't you sleep?
- I'm scared.
- Of what?
- I don't know.
- Hey, what do we do when we are scared?
- We say the words.
- Adonai's words.
From the prophet...
- Isaiah.
- The prophet Isaiah, right.
"Thus says the Lord who created you, O Jacob,
"and He who formed you,
"Fear not--"
Come now, I want to hear you say it.
I want to hear your pretty voice, come.
- "Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
"I have called you by name.
You are mine."
- You are mine.
That's right.
Help!
Somebody help me!
- She tried to kill me!
She tried to kill me!
Somebody... somebody!
- You filthy dog.
- Demons... live... inside her!
- Get back!
♪ Oh, child, come on in.
♪ Jump in the water.
♪ Got no trouble with the mess you been. ♪
♪ Walk on the water.
♪ Oh, child,
♪ Walk on the water.
♪ Got no trouble.
♪ Walk on the water.
♪ Walk on the water. ♪
Stop!
- Forgive me, Rabbi.
- Can you not see what he is doing?
- But, woman... ahead.
- Whoa!
- Why have you stopped us?
- It's not enough to say hello?
- I'm on official business.
- Only Roman business is official business.
My name is Quintus.
I'm the praetor of Capernaum.
- And I am--
- You are the great Nicodemus.
Word travels fast.
- Are you arresting me?
- No, my friend.
I'm a magistrate, not a military man.
I serve the will of the people... and Pilate.
- And I serve only God.
- Yes, yes.
So do your enemies...
the Sadducees, the Essenes, the Zealots.
Rogue preachers in the wilderness
raving about a coming Messiah.
They're all vying for the people's affection.
- What do you want, Quintus?
- I believe taxes are going unpaid.
If you help me,
I will help the Pharisees continue to thrive.
- How can I?
The people are already drowning in tax.
- Tell me, Nicodemus, what can be under the water
and yet never drown?
- Fish?
- Right here.
- Keep your voice down.
- Pardon me, Mr. Public anus.
It's me that don't want to be seen with you, remember?
- It's Publi-caHness.
- I like it the other way, taxman.
Hey, hey, hey!
That's a month's salary for all my sons combined, right there.
You just toss them out?
- These are my property, I do with them as I wish.
I pay you to drive,
you sift through trash on your own time.
- Driving you's a bit of both now, isn't it?
If any citizen ask about my cargo, I must tell the truth.
It's the biggest pile of dung in all Capernaum.
Now, honestly,
I always look forward to my annual visit to Capernaum
and your magnificent sea of Galilee.
It is truly the envy of the kingdom.
Even my children are enamored of it.
All day they would swim, frolic in the sand
and watch the people.
Finally, one day I said, "You love it here so much,
"why is it you never go to the sea
when we visit your grandparents back home?"
My son, he just shrugged, and said, "But father,
there's never anyone there, it's dead."
- And your sea boasts the most exquisite fish.
How unfortunate...
that those who do the actual fishing are unholy, foulmouthed,
given to gambling in secret dens.
Even fishing on Shabbat.
Can we eat the catch
and not be stained by the sins of the catcher?
Make no mistake--it is a sin to eat fish caught on Shabbat.
What goes into the body of a man defiles him.
Why are our Jewish brethren taking their boats to sea
on Shabbat?
I assure you, the Messiah will not come
until this wickedness is purged from our midst.
Your actions are being watched, studied.
God has entrusted you to be exemplary in every way.
Now, if your status is too great a burden,
you do not deserve to bear the name of Israel.
- I want to see my reflection in it as plain as day.
The teacher has traveled all the way from Judea.
He is a member of the great Sanhedrin in Jerusalem,
and I won't have him seated at a dull table.
Yussif, fix your talid.
- Here he comes.
- Away, go, get the others.
-Rabbi.
- Teacher, you have moved us all.
- Shmuel.
- Will you do is the honor, Rabbi?
- If that's where you keep the white sardines.
- We certainly could get--
- It was a joke, Shmuel.
A fine Torah room
is the heartbeat of a worthy synagogue, Shmuel.
- Thank you, teacher of Israel; you do us a great honor.
- The honor is mine, not only for your bright students,
but also for the soul of this city.
You heard my address.
- Of course.
Your words will resonate for generations.
- You were luminous.
- In my remarks, I asked for rhetorical purposes,
"Why are Jews taking boats to sea on Shabbat?"
That question was meant for you, Rabbi Shmuel.
The reports are becoming too frequent to ignore.
- Of course, Rabbi, we-- I will control it better.
The Romans believe we do not work on Sabbath,
thus they do not patrol.
Greed has overcome the fisherman.
- Or they are just trying to feed their families.
- Begging your pardon, Rabbi.
The centurion is here.
He demands to speak with you.
- Please tell him we have an honored guest
and cannot be interrupted.
- It can't wait.
- Messiah, come quickly.
Impressive.
Looks like we're not the only ones taxing the people.
- What do you want, commander?
- I'm no commander but at least you know your place.
- This is Nicodemus, teacher of teachers.
Show some respect.
- Ah, just the man I want to see.
I'm here about a Hebrew woman in the Red Quarter.
Let'’s just say she's been causing a disturbance.
- You have an entire Roman legion at your disposal.
- Thank you for the reminder, Jew.
But she needs a holy man.
- We are men of God.
'Tis not our custom to frequent the... Red Quarter.
- Perhaps I wasn't clear, teacher of teachers.
You'll accompany me to the Red Quarter
or will burn it down with our fire of fires.
- Psst-- this is your stop.
- Wait, this is the far side of the market.
- Get out.
- No.
- No?
- This is the job.
You drive so I don't walk through the market.
- It'’s too crowded.
Out!
- I'll pay you double.
- Money won't buy the stink off me and my family
if I am seen with you.
Out!
- This is very unprofessional.
- Fire me.
- Two.
Tax collector, go!
Look, there he is!
I see him
- Please.
- Are you the Messiah?
Are you the Messiah?
- No, I'm not.
- Please.
Tell me when He comes, please.
- You're late, Gaius.
- I know.
Could you feel it?
- Feel what?
- The market, it'’s on fire today.
Everybody'’s on edge.
All it will take is one person to snap and you are--
- Just do your job.
- Better hope.
- Upstairs, Rivka's place.
- Don't worry, Rabbi.
We took out the other lowlifes
to protect your delicate sensibilities.
- What is that? - Shh.
- I need materials.
Shmuel!
Sulfur, nettle, hyssop, wormwood.
Go!
- Yes, Teacher.
- Well, do your job.
- Listen.
I agreed to Quintus's request--
not a demand, because he should not demand anything of me--
to stop Shabbat fishing, which was already our law,
and by doing so was not a violation of my practice.
And I will try to help this woman,
even though it falls outside of my purview.
Do not think of me as a tool to fix Roman problems.
I will not continue to use my position of religious influence
the benefit those who look down on my people,
whether it'’s you or even someone like Quintus!
So, I will perform this task
but I want it noted
this is an exception!
- So can we go now?
- Yes.
- Stay down, Simon.
- Suck dirt if you know what is good for you.
- Pay me, pay me, pay me, let's go!
- You're too much, Jehosaphat.
You're too powerful.
- That'’s right.
Like I tell you every time I see you.
Like I tell my sister.
- Seriously, I can only take maybe two... one...
one more punch; one more and I'm done.
- He says he'’s had it!
- Jeho?
- What was it you were saying?
Something about your sister?
You think if you keep hitting me hard enough
I won't be married to her anymore?
That'’s why they call me "“Wine Hands,"”
because of what I do to your liver.
I don't want to do this, Jehosaphat.
Can we please stop fighting every week?
I know you never trusted me,
but I love your sister more than anything.
- I will stop fighting you.
- You will?
- But my brother won't.
- Your brother?
- Where's it written down, Andrew?
Huh? Answer me that?
- I'm so foolish.
- How'’s a double knockout a push, if it'’s two on one?
Made up rule, right there.
- Made up or in stone, who cares?
We lost, and I know better.
- No, no, it'’s-- it'’s my fault.
I talked you into it.
- Eh.
"“Wine Hands"”?
- Sounded more clever in my head.
Tax day's coming.
- Mm-hmm.
- Two sunrises away, Shabbat, and then--
- I realize, Simon, thank you.
We could lose the boat.
- What're you going to do?
- Don't know.
Blood from a stone.
Where are you going?
- Going to work.
- Work?
It'’s Shabbat in an hour.
- But the Pharisees make allowances for that
if lives are at stake.
- No one'’s life is at stake.
- No, no, not this moment, but it's coming.
What, you're gonna tell your bug-eating friend about it?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, just me.
Not dragging you into this.
- What about Eden?
- She's staying at her eema's tonight.
- You're crazy, you know that?
- Nah... just desperate.
- How long has she been like this?
- Like what?
- I'm trying to help her, Rivka.
- All you're going to do is mess this place up.
Then what?
You're going to stop by and help clean, Rabbi?
- The demons that torment her soul
will turn your place to dust.
Even if you care nothing for her soul, at least--
- Lilith never hurt anyone that didn't hurt her first.
Mostly.
She has these spells.
We let her be and then she'’s as sweet as an angel again.
- Curse it all, Lil!
You can put an end to this?
- I adjure you... by the holy angels
Michael, Gabriel, Rafael, Uriel and Reziel.
I adjure you, cursed dragon and diabolical legions.
Come out!
I adjure you...
spawn of Beelzebub! Abbadon! And Sheol!
By the utterance of all the watchers and the holy ones.
In the name of Adonai, God of the heavens,
cease to deceive this human creature.
I command you,
in covenant with Abraham,
in the names of Jacob, Isaac, Moses--
the all-powerful El Shaddai.
Fly from this innocent soul!
- We are not afraid of you.
You have no power here, teacher.
- We're finished here.
- Simon.
- Oh... hello, love.
- Don't you "“hello, love,"” me.
Why did you beat up Jehosaphat?
- What?
- My own brother.
- He attacked me... again.
- He needs to know the husband of his sister is strong.
But Andrew had no right to jump Abrahim from behind.
- Where are you getting this?
My brothers.
They are fantastic storytellers, no?
- Tellers of fantastic stories, yes, they are.
- They went into such great detail.
You must've really given them a pounding.
- Well, I was doing okay until Abe came out of nowhere.
Cost me and Andrew a lot of money.
- Oh, no... they shouldn't cheat you like that
when you were also cheating.
- All right, all right.
Well, pardon me for saying so, love, but your family--
- Don't.
- What?
- Don't you say that my family is troubled in the mind, Simon.
- Okay.
- We are colorful... and fun.
You are stoic and purposeful.
- You think I'm stoic?
- Well, compared to me.
Together, we're perfection.
- Stoic, huh?
Never heard that before.
I like it.
You and me, fire and water.
- Mm-hmm.
I like it.
- How was Eema'’s Shabbat dinner?
- It was lovely.
How was fishing?
- What?
- Yesterday'’s catch? Good news?
- Yeah, pulled something in, could be big.
- Good, let'’s go to synagogue.
And please go change, you still smell.
- What do we do when we are scared?
- We say the words.
- Adonai's words.
"Thus says the Lord who created you, O Jacob,
"and He who formed you,
"Fear not--"
- Get away!
- Papa?
"Thus says the Lord who formed you, O Jacob,
"and He who created you,
"Fear not--"
"Fear not, for I have creat--created--"
Chaverim Maqqaba.
Lili!
You're alive!
We heard there was trouble; come, sit.
- I can't stay long.
- I know, please, sit.
Fresh off the boat from Cyprus.
- No, I don't have the strength.
- Come now,
A mug of prevention--
- There is no preventing this, Sol.
There is no cure.
- Come on, Lili.
- It'’s getting worse.
Yesterday, they brought in a holy man.
Someone important... maybe even from Jerusalem.
I only remember bits and pieces and flashes.
- A Pharisee?
- A leader of the Pharisees
and he ran away in terror, so--
- One religious bigshot's just as full of it as the next.
- No, I am in hell.
- I'm sorry.
Please... just try.
- I brought you something.
- You didn't have to.
- It'’s for your nephew-- one of your nephews.
- Thank you.
Looks like it was loved for a very long time.
- It used to hold something valuable.
I don't need it anymore.
- You're beginning to scare me.
- You and everyone else.
Oh, that'’s terrible.
Thank you.
There'’s something I need to do.
- I'm out.
- Eunuch.
- You listen good now.
You drink that up
and then the next one and then the next one.
And then you stay here until you feel better,
or 'till hell comes--
and if it does, we face it together.
- Not if you were my worst enemy.
- Hey, eunuch, we're thirsty here.
- Okay.
- We'll be late to dinner.
- I know.
- You did everything you could for her.
Now put it out of your mind.
- I can never forget what I saw.
- Tonight, you are an honored guest.
Leaders will expect you to perform
and to have your wits about you.
- Why?
Why must I perform?
First, I perform for Quintus, and--
- You taught God'’s law.
- --for the soldiers, for the slum dwellers.
And this--what sort of performance is this?
When did Shabbat become theater?
- You are the Teacher of Israel.
You don't have questions, you have answers.
You have authority.
You bring clarity, not confusion.
- Come.
Come here.
Tell me...
what do you see in the mirror?
- That it's a cheap glass.
I can barely make out anything at all.
- Sometimes, I wonder if what we can know of Adonai
in the law it'’s just as blurred.
What if we're not seeing the whole picture?
What if it'’s more beautiful and--
and more strange than we can ever imagine?
- That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard.
It might even be blasphemy.
- It was just a thought.
- And you will never utter those thoughts in public.
- A man is free to question in his heart, Zohara--
- Then leave it in your heart.
This is a serious engagement.
They expect an erudite teacher,
not a doubting, blaspheming fool.
- Others saw what happened in the Red District.
- But what did they see?
You rose to your rank on merit.
You have dedicated your life'’s work to serve God,
not to become Him.
- I failed.
- Stop it!
It was a mistake to be there in the first place.
And from now on, stick to the Academy.
Leave exorcism to the exorcists.
- You're right.
I should never have been there.
- You spoke the words... the demon did not respond.
- Demons... many.
Only God Himself could have drawn them out.
- Nico.
- I'm coming.
- Only God Himself.
Your first thought might be that
I should never have set foot in the Red District at all.
And I would say you are probably correct.
Often, we make decisions in haste
in our desire to correct a lost soul.
But how to explain what happened when I was there?
Brothers, when we follow God'’s law to the letter,
God is alive through us.
Would you agree, people?
- Yes, Rabbi.
- Any lives through you and you and you,
if you follow His law.
Now, imagine, if you can,
one who heeds only wickedness for a lifetime.
Demons root in wicked souls as pigs in filth.
A possession like this was fatal.
And souls such as hers, sadly, are beyond all human aid.
- How much do you trust me?
- With my life.
- Let me talk to the taxman.
- Matthew? I don't trust you that much.
- What if I told you I could save the boat
and put us back in good standing?
- Nope.
- You don't even know what I'm going to say.
- Don't care-- something foolish.
And I'm finally ready to face this.
- You know, this affects me, too.
Me and Eden.
- Maybe you should think of that
the next time you feel like taking off for a week.
- That is so like you.
- Or play knucklebones at The Hammer.
Or cheating your brothers-in-law for some easy scratch.
- I met a guy--
- Oh, really?
Wow! Get the papyrus!
Simon met a guy!
- Now, let'’s just go hand over our livelihood, I'm done.
- You're done?
- As I'll ever be.
- Good. - Good.
- Next?
- Your last tribute was collected
the last month of summer.
Your account is therefore delinquent by... 40 days.
At a penalty rate of 10 percent weekly--
- Six weeks?
- That'’s right. You're lucky to not be in jail.
- Hey.
- But he'’s saying 60 percent in penalties.
- What'’s that leave you with?
- Simon, I came with about 60 percent of what I owe.
I can't even pay-- we're ruined.
- Oh, now it'’s "we."
- It'’s a high number.
I say this based on your tribute history
and future prospects.
How do you choose to square your account?
Are there gems inside?
- Just silver.
- Gold?
- Just open the purse.
- This will cover about half of your penalty balance.
- Half the penalty?
- My records indicate that you filed for an extension not once,
not twice--
- He just needed a couple of extra days, man.
- I'm ruined.
- Extended rates compound at 15 percent.
As collateral, you've listed a fishing vessel and property at--
- All right, all right, I'm sorry, brother.
What my brother didn't mention
was our arrangement with Quintus.
- You have business with Quintus?
- Yeah.
My brother'’s debt and a year gratis for both of us.
- This will be verified with Quintus directly.
If there'’s any inconsistency--
- There won't be.
Now, can I get my brother's not-gold back, taxman?
- This will be verified with Quintus.
If you are misinformed--
- I know, I know, you'll see.
- What just happened?
- Don't speak, just walk.
- Next?
- Well, fishing didn't exactly go like my plan the other night.
- What'’s that got to do with--
- I caught nothing.
Net after net after net... empty.
I catch a breeze around the point
and all of a sudden I know why the nets are empty.
A merchant fleet, six boats across, netting everything.
- What did you do?
- I followed them.
Maybe I'd catch them sleeping, snatch a net during cleanup,
but it didn't work.
- Of course it didn't.
- Desperate times, you know?
I even anchored and swam in,
thinking maybe I could get scraps,
but they loaded up like clockwork.
Had carts with mules ready to move.
So I sail home, dock up, and wouldn't you know it,
this sniveling Roman standing on shore.
I couldn't believe it.
They never bothered patrolling on Shabbat.
- No, no. - Yes, yes, yes.
I didn't even bother trying to run.
- Good idea, considering how you run.
- Anyway, as he approaches me,
I'm trying to figure out why he'’s even there?
They don't care about any of our rules.
Then I realized-- they don't get the tax
because we don't report any Shabbat catches.
So I tell him, if he took me straight to Quintus,
I'd let them know who caught more in one night
than the guy they're arresting catches in a week.
- Wait, wait, wait.
So... you offered to turn in fishermen?
- No, not fishermen... merchants.
And guess who walks up behind me?
Guess.
Quintus.
He'’s thorough, I guess.
So yes, we talked and what I said to Matthew was real.
- I don't like it... it'’s dangerous.
- Yeah, well, so is sleeping outside.
Besides, what'’s a merchant ever done for you?
- So what?!
They are-- they are our people.
- We're clearing the way for the little guy.
- We?
- Leveling the playing field-- yeah, we.
- You will be cursed if you inform on them.
We are not doing anything.
- Andrew, that'’s fine.
Better get moving, though,
if you want to catch the taxman.
Might still be enough daylight
to get out of the house before they take it.
- Just let me see if Quintus can verify their story.
- If those Hebrew sea rats were lying,
Quintus will have them killed
and collect their tribute from you.
So, did it work?
I'm sorry, Lilith.
- Lilith?
- What.
- We should talk, eh?
- Leave me alone.
- Or what, eh?
You're going to scratch me, too?
- Come on, not now.
- So I'll see you--
- Not now.
- All right, she smells anyway.
- I don't know what else I can do to help you.
- Give me that... lots of it.
- That'’s not going to solve your problems.
It'’s meant to distract from them.
- No more preaching; just give it to me.
- Lilith, please listen to what I'm--
- Please.
I said leave.
- That'’s not for you.
- Don't touch me.
- Lili... Lili, Lili-- are you okay?
- I--I have to go.
Leave me alone.
- Mary...
Mary of Magdala.
- Who are you? How do you know my name?
- "Thus says the Lord who created you.
"And He who formed you.
"Fear not...
"for I have redeemed you.
"I have called you by name.
You... are mine."