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: [to Jesus, who is trying to visit John the Baptist in prison
] For some reason, I favored Your mother once before. I will give You a moment with the prisoner John. But remember this... break Caesar's law, and you shall find in me the most merciless of men.
: Lucius, order every first born male child put to the sword. Lucius
: I am a Roman soldier. I do not murder children.
: [after Jesus dies
] He is truly the Christ!
: Pilate offered that mob a choice. Barabbas
] And they chose me? Lucius
: Your followers yelled the loudest! Go; look at Him who is dying for you!
: Tell me, Lucius. What manner of man is Pontius Pilate? How should I treat him? What is his weakness? Lucius
: Same as any man. Vanity.
: [Arriving at Jesus' home in Nazareth on horseback with another Roman soldier and greeting the Holy Family
] Do not fear. We're simply checking the census against the tax rolls.
[Reading from a scroll
: Now, you are... Joseph. And you live here with your wife Mary. Joseph
: That is so. Lucius
: [Pointing to Jesus
] Who's this boy? Virgin Mary
: My son, Jesus. Lucius
: [Looking at the scroll again
] I have no record of His birth. When was He born? Virgin Mary
: Twelve years ago. Lucius
: Where? Virgin Mary
: In Bethlehem.
[Jesus walks away
: [Realizing Jesus must have survived the killing of the young boys in Bethlehem which he commanded on Herod's orders 12 years before, and after a long, tense pause
[Mary nods "yes"
: [to the other Roman soldier, who then rides away
] Count those in the next house.
: See that the boy is registered before the year is out.
[Lucius himself rides away, after which Joseph and Mary look at each other with relief
: [Jesus is trying to visit John the Baptist in prison
] The prisoner John is not allowed visitors. If you wish to send him a message, leave it with the guard. Jesus
: I would see John. Lucius
: Why? Jesus
: I come to free John. Lucius
] And just how do you propose to break him free from his cell? Jesus
: I come to free him within his cell. Lucius
: Freedom? Behind stone walls? Jesus
: You are free to come and go as you please, and yet you are still a prisoner because you place no faith in anything but your sword.
John the Baptist
: [to Lucius, who is visiting him in his prison cell
] You treated me well. I should like to ask just one more kindness. Lucius
: Ask. John the Baptist
: Before I leave this world, I would send a message to Jesus. Lucius
: What is the message? John the Baptist
: Ask of Him, in these words, "Was it Your coming that was foretold, or are we to expect another?" Lucius
: You doubt Him? John the Baptist
: No. I do not doubt Him. But I would like to hear it from His own lips.
[Lucius then unshackles John, who looks at him with appreciation
: [Lucius is reporting to Pontius Pilate and Herod Antipas on Jesus' Sermon on the Mount
] What did the man say? Lucius
] He spoke of... peace, love, and the brotherhood of man. Herod Antipas
: Humph! Is that all? Lucius
: That is all.
] Herod Antipas
: [noticing Pilate looks puzzled
] What is the matter? Pontius Pilate
: The look on Lucius' face. Herod Antipas
: He had a long journey. He looked tired. Pontius Pilate
: He looked more than tired to my eyes.
: [In Jerusalem, Pilate and Lucius are concerned Barabbas may be planning an uprising
] How many followers has he? Lucius
: Who? God, Jesus, or Barabbas? Pontius Pilate
: Barabbas. Lucius
: How many dissatisfied Jews are there in Jerusalem? Pontius Pilate
: Have you considered the possibility of the followers of Jesus and Barabbas joining forces? Lucius
: I have. Pontius Pilate
: Where would it happen? Lucius
: Since we are here... here!
[last lines; Pompey arrives on the beach in Alexandria
] Lucius Septimius
: Sir! You probably don't remember me. Lucius Septimius. Centurion, Fourth Cohort in Spain. Pompey Magnus
: Lucius Septimius, of course, of course. Well, what are you doing here? Lucius Septimius
: Working for the gyppos, sir. It's not the legions, but one must earn's one's salt. Pompey Magnus
: Indeed he must. Well, onward, friend.
[He reaches out and takes Septimius's hand. Septimius seizes it and stabs Pompey in the chest. Pompey gasps
] Lucius Septimius
] I'm sorry, sir.
[He steps back and chops Pompey's head off