"Can we return to the important issues? How have I been?" Herod glances
over the stage striving for applause.
"Oh yes, Herod." Annas turns to him, as if he just remembered that he was
still on stage. "You can go now."
Herod opens his mouth to protest, but seeing the expression on the
highpriest`s face, he dispenses with a discussion.
"The moron did his duty, the moron can go. True talent is always
unappreciated." Mumbling and grumbling he returns to his seat.
Annas steps onto the edge of stage letting his look roam over the audience, hwen his eyes lock with Pilate`s, he gives a light nodd and the dark Roman moves off. With quick large steps he passes Annas and towers over Jesus, who still sits ont he floor. SO THE KING IS ONCE AGAIN MY GUEST? AND WHY IS TH IS? WAS HEROD UNIMPRESSED? Annas leans towards him and whispers conspiringly: WE NEED HIM CRUCIFIED THAT`S ALL YOU NEED TO DO WE NEED HIM CURCIFIED THAT`S ALL YOU NEED TO DO Plilate looks stiffly straigthly ahead while his cheekbones grind incessantly. Then he turns around and walks over to Jesus. TALK TO ME JESUS CHRIST YOU HAVE BEEN BROUGHT HERE DECEIVED SOLD BETRAYED BY YOUR OWN PEOPLE Feeling Annas` icy stare bite into his neck he suddenly barks. DO YOU HAVE THE FIRST IDEA WHY YOU DESERVE IT? Looking onto the fragile body his lips curl into a seldom contemptuous smirk. LISTEN KING OF THE JEWS WHERE IS YOUR KINGDOM? LOOK AT ME AM I A JEW? Jesus` face shows a painful expression. I HAVE GOT NO KINGDOM IN THIS WORLD I`M THROUGH THROUGH THROUGH He raises his head, but instead of looking at Pilate, his gaze wanders off in the distance and his voice gets weary with melancholy. THERE MAY BE A KINGDOM FOR ME SOMEWHERE IF I ONLY KNEW A slight amused undertone sounds in Pilate´s voice as he continues. THEN YOU`RE A KING Jesus jerks slightly and looks up at the Roman who`s staring at him his face as inscrutable as a mask of stone. IT`S YOU WHO SAY I AM I LOOK FOR TRUTH AND FIND THAT I GET DAMNED Feeling Jesus grasp the seam of his leather-coat, Pilate harshly pulls back, but kneels down gazing at Jesus, and suddenly his dark eyes flare up with something that looks almost like fear, regret, entreaty. BUT WHAT IS TRUTH? NOT EASY TO DEFINE WE BOTH HAVE TRUTHS ARE YOURS THE SAME AS MINE It seems as if he tried to tell Jesus something, something that he has ignored, something that`s important, something that will seal his fate, if he doesn`t understand. Jesus reaches for Pilate`s hand, trying to encourage him to speak more clearly, when suddenly Annas sneering voice cuts through the air. CRUCIFY HIM; CRUCIFY HIM Pilate hastily gets up and strides towards Annas. WHAT DO YOU MEAN? His voice is a deep growl, but he stops in a safe distance, obviously not wanting to be too near to Annas. YOU`D CRUCIFY YOUR KING? Annas lips curl into a scornful smirk. I HAVE NO KING BUT CAESAR Pilate points back to Jesus, his eyes blaze like the eyes of a bird of prey that`s desiring to tear his attendent to pieces, but instead it just runs in small circles in his cage knowing that the slightest sign of disobiedience will be punished harshly. HE`S DONE NO WRONG NO NOT THE SLIGHTEST THING His voice shivers and his eyes flicker restlessly, but nevertheless he keeps his eyes locked with Annas` transparent. Noticing hardly visible drops of sweat glistening on the Roman`s forehead, Annas` smirk deepens. I HAVE NO KING BUT CAESAR CRUCIFY HIM For a few more moments Pilate replies the glance, but then he loses the wordless struggle, breaks the eyecontact and turns away taking refuge to biting irony. WELL THIS IS NEW RESPECT FOR CEASER TILL NOW THIS HAS BEEN NOTICEABLE LACKING He gathers his strength and directs his eyes on Annas again, but avoids to look straight at the transparent orbs that seem to swallow every light. WHO IS THIS JESUS? WHY IS HE DIFFERENT? He lets his look roam over the stage where the ex-disciples still watch the scene from the background. YOU JEWS PRODUCE MESSIAHS BY THE SACKFUL Simon nodds zealously. "That`s true. If we were good in anything, then in producing messiahs. One has died? Never mind, there comes the next." He looks at his former friends, his blue eyes beaming brightly as he searchs for their agreement. But Peter and Jacobus don`t even deign to look at him, and Judas tries to stab him with his looks poisoned by all consuming hate.
Annas steps onto the edge of stage letting his look roam over the audience, hwen his eyes lock with Pilate`s, he gives a light nodd and the dark Roman moves off. With quick large steps he passes Annas and towers over Jesus, who still sits ont he floor. SO THE KING IS ONCE AGAIN MY GUEST? AND WHY IS TH IS? WAS HEROD UNIMPRESSED? Annas leans towards him and whispers conspiringly: WE NEED HIM CRUCIFIED THAT`S ALL YOU NEED TO DO WE NEED HIM CURCIFIED THAT`S ALL YOU NEED TO DO Plilate looks stiffly straigthly ahead while his cheekbones grind incessantly. Then he turns around and walks over to Jesus. TALK TO ME JESUS CHRIST YOU HAVE BEEN BROUGHT HERE DECEIVED SOLD BETRAYED BY YOUR OWN PEOPLE Feeling Annas` icy stare bite into his neck he suddenly barks. DO YOU HAVE THE FIRST IDEA WHY YOU DESERVE IT? Looking onto the fragile body his lips curl into a seldom contemptuous smirk. LISTEN KING OF THE JEWS WHERE IS YOUR KINGDOM? LOOK AT ME AM I A JEW? Jesus` face shows a painful expression. I HAVE GOT NO KINGDOM IN THIS WORLD I`M THROUGH THROUGH THROUGH He raises his head, but instead of looking at Pilate, his gaze wanders off in the distance and his voice gets weary with melancholy. THERE MAY BE A KINGDOM FOR ME SOMEWHERE IF I ONLY KNEW A slight amused undertone sounds in Pilate´s voice as he continues. THEN YOU`RE A KING Jesus jerks slightly and looks up at the Roman who`s staring at him his face as inscrutable as a mask of stone. IT`S YOU WHO SAY I AM I LOOK FOR TRUTH AND FIND THAT I GET DAMNED Feeling Jesus grasp the seam of his leather-coat, Pilate harshly pulls back, but kneels down gazing at Jesus, and suddenly his dark eyes flare up with something that looks almost like fear, regret, entreaty. BUT WHAT IS TRUTH? NOT EASY TO DEFINE WE BOTH HAVE TRUTHS ARE YOURS THE SAME AS MINE It seems as if he tried to tell Jesus something, something that he has ignored, something that`s important, something that will seal his fate, if he doesn`t understand. Jesus reaches for Pilate`s hand, trying to encourage him to speak more clearly, when suddenly Annas sneering voice cuts through the air. CRUCIFY HIM; CRUCIFY HIM Pilate hastily gets up and strides towards Annas. WHAT DO YOU MEAN? His voice is a deep growl, but he stops in a safe distance, obviously not wanting to be too near to Annas. YOU`D CRUCIFY YOUR KING? Annas lips curl into a scornful smirk. I HAVE NO KING BUT CAESAR Pilate points back to Jesus, his eyes blaze like the eyes of a bird of prey that`s desiring to tear his attendent to pieces, but instead it just runs in small circles in his cage knowing that the slightest sign of disobiedience will be punished harshly. HE`S DONE NO WRONG NO NOT THE SLIGHTEST THING His voice shivers and his eyes flicker restlessly, but nevertheless he keeps his eyes locked with Annas` transparent. Noticing hardly visible drops of sweat glistening on the Roman`s forehead, Annas` smirk deepens. I HAVE NO KING BUT CAESAR CRUCIFY HIM For a few more moments Pilate replies the glance, but then he loses the wordless struggle, breaks the eyecontact and turns away taking refuge to biting irony. WELL THIS IS NEW RESPECT FOR CEASER TILL NOW THIS HAS BEEN NOTICEABLE LACKING He gathers his strength and directs his eyes on Annas again, but avoids to look straight at the transparent orbs that seem to swallow every light. WHO IS THIS JESUS? WHY IS HE DIFFERENT? He lets his look roam over the stage where the ex-disciples still watch the scene from the background. YOU JEWS PRODUCE MESSIAHS BY THE SACKFUL Simon nodds zealously. "That`s true. If we were good in anything, then in producing messiahs. One has died? Never mind, there comes the next." He looks at his former friends, his blue eyes beaming brightly as he searchs for their agreement. But Peter and Jacobus don`t even deign to look at him, and Judas tries to stab him with his looks poisoned by all consuming hate.