Luzi jumps off stage and sits down on a seat not too close to God. Their
eyes meet for a short moment, then both fold their arms and look into
opposite directions. Silence spreads. Jacobus steps from one foot onto the
other, obviously feeling uncomfortable; Peter clears his throat several
times without saying a word. Simon tries to balance a blade on his finger
without getting hurt; an occupation that takes his complete power of
concentration. Jesus keeps his eyes fixed on the floor, trying to avoid his
father`s or Luzi`s glance. Judas stares intensely at Olivia, letting his
scrutinizing look wander over her slim figure up to her face; Shadows flash
across his face, give place to an almost hilarious expression and change
back to the old known frowning look. She returns his stare smiling and his
brows arch in confusion, his dark eyes bore into hers, obviously searching
for something, for a sign of Mary?
Finally Olivia breaks the silence. „I won`t run away. You can spare something to stare at for later."
Judas shakes his head forcing the thoughtful expression out of his face and smirks ironically. „What makes you think I would want to?"
Olivia throws her haid back and smoothes down her short skirt. „I`m not pretty?" she sighs pretending to be hurt. „I wish men would appreciate me for my body rather than for my brain." She blinks playfully and a broad grin spreads on Judas face. „You mean you actually learned how to use it?" His smile gets a naughty touch. „I know that you know how to use your body." Olivia pokes out her tongue as him. „Touché." Then she turns to the others. „So what are we gonna do now? Shouldn`t we begin, so we can all go home soon?"
Jesus steps forward, a glimmer of hope lightening up his blue eyes. „So you now believe you are Mary?"
Olivia sighs resigned. „No; but I`m an actress after all; so I can play her."
„But..." Jesus starts, and is interrupted by Judas who`s surprsingly calm and serious. „Let her be. She will play Mary, and that should be enough."
„No, she is Mary, she is my Mary." Jesus persists stubbornly.
„God damn it, Jesus! Are you braindead?" Judas suddenly bursts out and all heads turn to him in surprise and even something that looks very similiar to fear. The disciples can remember all too well his unpredictable temper and his fits of rage that freaked the hell out of them a few thousand years back in time. Only Simon doesn`t notice, he has stabbed himself with the blade and tries to wish away a few drops of blood from his hand.
„She is Olivia Glenda Carter, she leads a new life, she lives in a different time, she is a completely different person now!" Judas flashes at Jesus, whose light eyes are wide with surprise.
„And she is not your Mary." Judas mutters under his breath.
Suddenly clapping fills the room and an icy voice sneers: „What a dramatic scene! Just like in old days, Judas!"
All turn round to see whom the voice belongs to; Jesus and Judas step instinctively forwards hiding Olivia behind their backs.
A bald man with pale eyes, dressed in a swinging black robe, steps slowly closer, behind him a man in a smoking minces, while a huge man in leather pierces the environment with sinister gaze.
„Roman!" a voice hisses.
„Simon, my friend!" The pale-eyed man spreads his arms open wide, what makes him look rather like a bat than a priest, and a false smile contorts his face. „So much hate! So much energy!" he turns round. „He would have made a big career. Such a shame, he didn`t chose better, isn`t it, Pilate?"
The leather-dressed man tries to spears Simon with his look, and Simon throws crystalclear blue arrowheads at the Roman.
„Well, well," Annas continues affably. „But at least someone made the right choice." He smiles at Judas with eyes as innocent and harmless like razorsharp knives in the hand of a mad murderer. Judas` facial expressions hardens and his dark eyes flash with pure hate at Annas.
„C´mon,C`mon, let`s be friends, civilized." The man in smoking moves his hands affectedly trying to appease the opponents. Annas turns his head lightly and shoots him a warning glance, but he obviously doesn`t notice. „We`re here to play. A performance, a theatre piece, a musical." He applauds giggling childishly. „Isn`t it WONDERFUL" he sais through his nose in singsong.
„Herodes!" Annas snarls sharply and Herodes voice fades away in the middle of his sentence, his open mouth giving him the look of an overdressed carp.
Annas turns to the disciples again and smiles slyly at Jesus.
„Jesus, I am overjoyed."
Jacobus steps forwards. „That´s not your line."
Annas doesn`t even make the effort of turning his head to him, and keeps on staring at Jesus. „Oh, someone must have taught the child to speak." He sais sweetly like acid and passes Jesus.
„And who is this here?" he extends his hand towards Olivia, but Judas pulls her vehemently back.
„Stay away from her!" Jesus and Judas hiss unanimously.
„This is Olivia." Peter sais with his low calm voice trying to reduce the tension. Annas focuses his almost transparent eyes on Olivia and laughs without a trace of humour. „Olivia? Fine, if you say so." His look wanders over to Judas and Jesus. „So the triangle is rejoined in heavenly bliss. I just want to know for how long?" his voice trails off.
„What do you want to say?" Judas barks roughly.
„History, my dear Judas," Annas continues. „history tends to repeat itself."
Finally Olivia breaks the silence. „I won`t run away. You can spare something to stare at for later."
Judas shakes his head forcing the thoughtful expression out of his face and smirks ironically. „What makes you think I would want to?"
Olivia throws her haid back and smoothes down her short skirt. „I`m not pretty?" she sighs pretending to be hurt. „I wish men would appreciate me for my body rather than for my brain." She blinks playfully and a broad grin spreads on Judas face. „You mean you actually learned how to use it?" His smile gets a naughty touch. „I know that you know how to use your body." Olivia pokes out her tongue as him. „Touché." Then she turns to the others. „So what are we gonna do now? Shouldn`t we begin, so we can all go home soon?"
Jesus steps forward, a glimmer of hope lightening up his blue eyes. „So you now believe you are Mary?"
Olivia sighs resigned. „No; but I`m an actress after all; so I can play her."
„But..." Jesus starts, and is interrupted by Judas who`s surprsingly calm and serious. „Let her be. She will play Mary, and that should be enough."
„No, she is Mary, she is my Mary." Jesus persists stubbornly.
„God damn it, Jesus! Are you braindead?" Judas suddenly bursts out and all heads turn to him in surprise and even something that looks very similiar to fear. The disciples can remember all too well his unpredictable temper and his fits of rage that freaked the hell out of them a few thousand years back in time. Only Simon doesn`t notice, he has stabbed himself with the blade and tries to wish away a few drops of blood from his hand.
„She is Olivia Glenda Carter, she leads a new life, she lives in a different time, she is a completely different person now!" Judas flashes at Jesus, whose light eyes are wide with surprise.
„And she is not your Mary." Judas mutters under his breath.
Suddenly clapping fills the room and an icy voice sneers: „What a dramatic scene! Just like in old days, Judas!"
All turn round to see whom the voice belongs to; Jesus and Judas step instinctively forwards hiding Olivia behind their backs.
A bald man with pale eyes, dressed in a swinging black robe, steps slowly closer, behind him a man in a smoking minces, while a huge man in leather pierces the environment with sinister gaze.
„Roman!" a voice hisses.
„Simon, my friend!" The pale-eyed man spreads his arms open wide, what makes him look rather like a bat than a priest, and a false smile contorts his face. „So much hate! So much energy!" he turns round. „He would have made a big career. Such a shame, he didn`t chose better, isn`t it, Pilate?"
The leather-dressed man tries to spears Simon with his look, and Simon throws crystalclear blue arrowheads at the Roman.
„Well, well," Annas continues affably. „But at least someone made the right choice." He smiles at Judas with eyes as innocent and harmless like razorsharp knives in the hand of a mad murderer. Judas` facial expressions hardens and his dark eyes flash with pure hate at Annas.
„C´mon,C`mon, let`s be friends, civilized." The man in smoking moves his hands affectedly trying to appease the opponents. Annas turns his head lightly and shoots him a warning glance, but he obviously doesn`t notice. „We`re here to play. A performance, a theatre piece, a musical." He applauds giggling childishly. „Isn`t it WONDERFUL" he sais through his nose in singsong.
„Herodes!" Annas snarls sharply and Herodes voice fades away in the middle of his sentence, his open mouth giving him the look of an overdressed carp.
Annas turns to the disciples again and smiles slyly at Jesus.
„Jesus, I am overjoyed."
Jacobus steps forwards. „That´s not your line."
Annas doesn`t even make the effort of turning his head to him, and keeps on staring at Jesus. „Oh, someone must have taught the child to speak." He sais sweetly like acid and passes Jesus.
„And who is this here?" he extends his hand towards Olivia, but Judas pulls her vehemently back.
„Stay away from her!" Jesus and Judas hiss unanimously.
„This is Olivia." Peter sais with his low calm voice trying to reduce the tension. Annas focuses his almost transparent eyes on Olivia and laughs without a trace of humour. „Olivia? Fine, if you say so." His look wanders over to Judas and Jesus. „So the triangle is rejoined in heavenly bliss. I just want to know for how long?" his voice trails off.
„What do you want to say?" Judas barks roughly.
„History, my dear Judas," Annas continues. „history tends to repeat itself."