Holy Week with the Pharisees, Act Three, Scene One

(The seventh script in a series leading up to Easter. To start at the beginning, go here.)

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Act Three, Scene One

 

(JOSEPHINE and NICHOLAS are seated facing the audience. NICHOLAS has his head in his hands. JOSEPHINE is staring blankly. A table with books is nearby.)

NICHOLAS: We have broken the Law. We, the Pharisees, have betrayed what we loved most.

JOSEPHINE (Wearily): What else could we do? They were all watching.

NICHOLAS: An illegal trial, late at night. False witnesses. Destroying the temple…refusing to pay taxes to Caesar…revolt and rebellion…he never said any of those things!

JOSEPHINE: But why, Nicholas? Why didn’t he defend himself? I would have said something, would have spoken up—if he had. But he never did.

NICHOLAS: We have broken the Law. No, no, it’s worse than that.

JOSEPHINE: I never knew there was something worse for Pharisee than breaking the Law.

NICHOLAS: We have broken him. I…have betrayed what I loved most. He was my teacher, Josephine. He was my friend. (They sit in silence, until ANNA and JEREMIAH enter.)

JEREMIAH: Well, he’s dead.

JOSEPHINE: So soon?

ANNA: Yes. He was weak, when it came right down to it. He could save others…but he couldn’t save himself.

JEREMIAH: The Lazarus thing must have been a trick. And to think I almost fell for—I mean, I knew it all along. The whole time.

JOSEPHINE: Yes. I’m sure.

ANNA: Look at you two, so solemn, staring at your books. You’d almost think you were mourning for him.

NICHOLAS: Look at the sky, Anna. The darkness, the thunder. The whole world is mourning for him.

ANNA: Well, I for one, will be happy to wake up to a Sabbath that won’t be ruined by that teacher and his heresy. (ANNA and JEREMIAH exit.)

NICHOLAS: What have we done, Josephine?

JOSEPHINE: We didn’t do anything.

NICHOLAS: Exactly! We stood there, let an innocent man die.

JOSEPHINE: What did you want us to do? Go to the execution with the others, mocking him? Or maybe risk our lives to cry with his followers?

NICHOLAS: I wanted us to do…something. Anything. We weren’t there for him when he needed us.

JOSEPHINE: We can be there now.

NICHOLAS: Weren’t you listening? It’s too late.

JOSEPHINE: We can give him a decent burial, at least. I have a private vault on my estate. He’ll be buried like a king.

NICHOLAS: He didn’t die like one.

JOSEPHINE: That’s his own fault, now isn’t it? He could have rushed into battle, charged into Jerusalem in a tank. Crushed his enemies. I don’t know why he didn’t. Dear God in heaven, why didn’t he?

NICHOLAS: We may never know. It’s a mystery.

JOSEPHINE: You Pharisees and your mysteries. (Stands.) Come on, Nicholas.

NICHOLAS: Where…where are we going?

JOSEPHINE: We need permission to take his body.

NICHOLAS: From…the Romans?

JOSEPHINE: No, from the Zealot Society for Tax Protests. Of course, from the Romans. From Pilate himself.

NICHOLAS: I…I can’t. No. I hate public speaking. Especially in front of…evil murderous dictators.

JOSEPHINE: It won’t be so bad. We’ll be like Moses and Aaron. I’ll do the talking, you’ll carry the big stick and give Pharaoh stern looks from behind your beard.

NICHOLAS: This is not a time to joke, Josephine.

JOSEPHINE: I know. I can’t help it, Nicholas. I always laugh when…

NICHOLAS: When what?

JOSEPHINE: When I want to cry instead. (Turns to go.) Are you coming?

NICHOLAS: Yes. Yes, I am. It’s the least we can do. But wait—I have spices. Aloes, myrrh…we can use it for him. All of it.

JOSEPHINE: Shouldn’t you save some for your own death, old man?

NICHOLAS: I feel a little dead already.

JOSEPHINE: I think I know what you mean.

NICHOLAS: Talking to Pilate won’t be the worst of it, you know. It’ll be hard, looking at those eyes…closed, forever.

JOSEPHINE: Yes. It will be. This is our chance to be brave, Nicholas. We’ll claim him as our friend. Finally.

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