Saint Peter (San Pietro)

St. Peter.

I give you a new commandment.

I want you to love one another,

as I have loved you.

This way, you will be recognized as My disciples...

if you love one another.

Where are You going, Lord?

Peter,

where I am going, you cannot follow Me,

You will follow Me later.

And not follow You now?

Why? I would give my life for You.

You would give your life for Me?

I say to you, before the rooster crows,

you will turn against Me three times.

I would rather die with You, Lord, than deny You.

He's dead. He's dead!

What happened? What are you talking about?

- You're too late. He's already dead. - Who's dead?

Jesus, Jesus of Nazareth, the Messiah.

If He's dead, He can't have been the Messiah.

Make way, make way!

Peter! Peter! It's me. It's me, your brother.

Come. Don't be afraid.

- Andrew. - I looked for you everywhere.

I was afraid that they'd caught you.

Perhaps I deserve to be caught.

What do you mean?

Soldiers! Peter, come!

Peter, the soldiers are searching

the whole city of Jerusalem.

We must leave, Peter, leave the city,

or they'll kill us as well.

Isn't what they've done to the Lord enough?

- Murderers! - What are you doing?

Have you gone mad?

They crucified the Lord,

crucified Him like a thief!

- Did you not see? - I saw!

I saw.

I died with Him.

No. No, Peter.

It's you who will lead us.

It's you who must guide us now.

- Yes. - Yes, it's you.

Where are the others?

They are waiting for you. Now.

Peter, we weren't able to protect Him. I'll never forgive myself.

But why did He not prove to everyone that He was the Son of God?

One word... one word would have been enough.

That's enough now. Be silent. Let Peter speak.

I feared I would never see you again.

We are all here, except for John and Judas.

Judas has hung himself, Peter...

a few hours after his betrayal.

He hanged himself from a tree outside the gates of Jerusalem.

May the Lord have mercy on his soul.

Peter, it cannot end like this.

We are many, aren't we? Let's make ourselves heard.

What do you suggest, Matthias? A revolt?

- Yes, exactly. - They will slaughter us.

We cannot allow this, Peter.

James is right. We must go to the temple priest in the Sanhedrin

and declare our obedience.

What do you think? You must decide.

Who can that be?

- Can you see? - John. It's John.

John, please tell us,

what do you know? John, what is it?

"This is your son," He said,

looking at Mary.

"And this is your mother,"

He said to me. Yes, to me.

Then... then I heard Him say,

"Father, into Your hands

I commit My Spirit."

And then He said...

What, you were there?

- Peter. - You were beneath His cross?

Peter, you're alive!

Rise.

It is I who should kneel before you.

I lack the courage to stand by Him like you did.

I do not deserve your trust

and l... I am not able to answer your questions,

but John has given us to understand what we should do now.

Jesus has entrusted His mother to us,

and we must look after her

while she buries her son.

- Come, Peter. - No, Magdalene.

Please come.

Oh, please, Mary, do not look at me so gently.

- I don't deserve it. - My son loved you like a brother.

I was not worthy. I deserve only sorrow.

The pain you feel depends on the joy

that He gave us with His presence.

And what did I do with that? I left Him.

You could not have prevented what happened. No one could.

Do you understand?

This was the design. He knew this.

He always wanted this.

I abandoned Him.

But He has not abandoned you.

Look for Him, Peter.

Do not stop looking for Him,

and He will find you.

He will find you.

Help me, Jesus.

Please help me.

I know I don't deserve it.

I count for nothing now,

for I could not even make myself have the courage

to ask You to forgive me...

but please help me to understand

what I must do for my brothers

who are alone now

without You.

But what are you doing? Where are you going?

We're collecting all our possessions,

- returning home to Emmaus. - Me too. My family needs me.

But we had decided to wait.

Wait for what? What else could possibly happen?

It's just more dangerous to stay.

But we need to have faith.

Jesus cannot have left us like this.

Jesus is dead, do you realize?

And who will take care of our families now? How will we manage?

You believed in Him and hailed Him

as the Messiah until a few days ago.

Maybe we were wrong. If He died, He was not the Messiah.

What are you waiting for then?

Go! Return to your homes!

Out!

Why is he like that?

Peter, calm down.

- Peter... - I hear this far too often:

"He was not the Messiah."

You know too well that anger is not the solution.

You are the youngest but the wisest.

I apologize.

You are our guide. You are Peter,

as strong as a rock. Have you forgotten the words of Jesus?

Never for one moment can I forget them.

But above all the rest,

there is one memory that torments me.

- He's missing! He's gone! - What are you saying, Magdalene?

Jesus! The tomb is empty!

Go and see for yourselves if you don't believe me.

Go on! Go on!

The third day, Peter.

The third day.

Do you remember what Jesus said?

"I must be given into the hands of sinners

and be killed

to rise again

on the third day."

Doesn't this mean that He's alive?

Followers of Jesus! They're inside the tomb!

- They're inside the tomb. - No, wait. Careful.

What are you saying? That's blasphemous.

They are followers of Jesus. They've desecrated the tomb.

They're up there! Quickly!

Let's separate.

Offerings. Offerings for a poor beggar.

Offerings.

Offerings. Offerings for a poor beggar.

Please help me.

Help me. Please help me.

Make an offering.

Peter,

I told you

that I would make you

a fisher of men.

Master.

He looked like anyone else...

a traveler on the road to Emmaus.

But then He spoke and He broke the bread.

Only then did we recognize Him.

It was Jesus.

Peter!

I saw Him too.

A beggar.

I thought He was a beggar,

but then I heard His voice.

So He's alive! He has returned to us!

He has not abandoned us.

He has defeated death for us.

How can you all be so sure?

If Peter says so, I believe in him.

Listen to me, John. I do not doubt

the words of Peter or those of our friends.

Well, then I don't understand.

We would all give our lives to see Jesus again.

We want to see Him again with all of our hearts.

This is the problem. How can we be sure

that this is not just our imagination?

All I can tell you is that it was Him.

I believe you, Peter, but I'm worried for us all.

We have suffered enough, all of us.

May peace be with you.