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Jesus.

 

Hey, hey!
What?

 

Oh, I'm sorry.

 

Were you gonna go?

 

No.

 

Hey, were...

 

Are you seriously gonna
put your penis in there?

 

Sure.

 

Why would you do that?

 

Heaven.

 

It says it
right there... right there.

 

Have you done that before?

 

No.

 

Then what...

 

I mean, how do you know
something terrible's

 

not gonna happen to you?

 

Why would you take that risk?

 

I don't know.

 

You gotta have faith.

 

I don't know, and I
don't know if there's a God.

 

If there is a God,

 

then that dude is an asshole,

 

which I know is not
a popular belief,

 

but I do think he's an asshole.

 

Because every story...

 

Abraham... he went to Abraham
in the middle of the night.

 

There was only
like eight guys then.

 

And God would just,

 

once in awhile, he'd just bother
one of them.

 

So...

 

God went to Abraham's house.

 

He's like, "Abraham!

 

"Abraham!

 

Wake up, man !"

 

And Abraham is like,
"Dude, what...

 

What is up, what is up ?"

 

And God goes, "Kill your son!

 

Dude, kill your son !"

 

And Abraham's like,
"You mean Isaac ?"

 

"I don't know his name,
just kill him!

 

"Just kill him!

 

"Ahh!

 

Ooh, I'm God,
kill him !"

 

And Abraham goes, "Why ?"

 

"'Cause you don't love me
if you don't do it.

 

"You don't love me.

 

Do it !"

 

So Abraham is like "Dude, you are insecure.
I don't understand you."

 

But okay, fine."

 

Goes, wakes up Isaac, takes him
to a mountain somewhere...

 

I don't know why he had to
be all drama queen about it

 

and take him to a mountain.

 

He could have just
killed him in his sleep...

 

And go back to sleep.

 

But he took him to a...
woke the poor kid up,

 

dressed him,
took him to a mountain.

 

Kid's like, "Daddy, what are
we doing ?"

 

"I don't know,
just... gonna murder you."

 

Goes like this.

 

God shows up right before
he does it, goes,

 

"Hey, what are you doing ?"

 

This is in the Bible,
I swear to God.

 

Isaac... and Abraham goes,
"I'm killing Isaac."

 

And then God's
like, "Why would you...

 

"That's your kid!

 

What is wrong
with you ?"

 

And he's like, "Oof, uh..."

 

And he just went home feeling
like a piece of shit.

 

God is like
a shitty girlfriend.

 

"You won't do it 'cause
you don't love me."

 

"Okay, I'll do it."

 

"Why are you
doing it ?"

 

"What the ( bleep )
do you want from me ?"

 

And so Pontius Pilate,

 

who was thus instructed
by the Jews,

 

sentenced the Jesus
to be scourged and crucified.

 

They tied our Lord to a post

 

and whipped him on his back,

 

tearing at his skin

 

and a crown of thorns was put on his...

 

Who finds this funny?

 

Who ?!

 

Who is amused

 

at the suffering of Christ

 

who sacrificed
his life for your sins?

 

Sister Carson?

 

If Jesus sacrificed
his life for my sins,

 

isn't it a waste unless
I sin a lot?

 

I can see that
I have not done my job.

 

I can see I have not imparted to you

 

the true nature
of Christ's suffering.

 

Tomorrow... you'll know.

 

That's it for today.

 

Good morning.

 

Settling down, please.

 

Since I have obviously
failed to illustrate for you

 

the nature of the sacrifice
suffered by our Lord,

 

I have brought someone here

 

who will give it
to you in detail.

 

This is Dr. Haverford.

 

Hello, children.

 

Today we will examine
the scourge

 

and crucifixion of Christ

 

from a medical point of view.

 

I will walk you through
the brutal punishment

 

to his body...

 

and will discuss the damage to
the tissues of his body.

 

What is known as a postmortem
or theoretical autopsy.

 

Yes?

 

You mean like we're in the FBI?

 

Yes.

 

Just like that.

 

That man?

 

Brutally beaten and murdered,

 

and we're the FBI.

 

The subject is 33 years old,

 

sentenced to scourge
and crucifixion

 

by Pontius Pilate.

 

Let's start with the scourge.

 

Um...

 

may I have a volunteer?

 

You.

 

Me?

 

Yes, come up here.

 

You can be our Jesus Christ.

 

Alright.

 

Take your shirt off.

 

Ah, yes, you're a strong boy.

 

Well, let's see.

 

First thing...

 

he's tied to a post

 

and the centurions
whip his back

 

with one of these.

 

It's called a flagellum.

 

And a centurion,

 

a man of peak
physical strength,

 

raises this above his head

 

and brings it down
with full blunt force.

 

And that's repeated 40 times.

 

And these thongs of leather,

 

they first rip
the skin of the back...

 

and then they cut deeper into
the subcutaneous tissues,

 

producing spurts
of arterial bleeding.

 

Then the skin of the back
sags off...

 

... his body
and hangs down in ribbons.

 

The flesh underneath
is just pulp.

 

They put a robe on his back

 

and they take a crown of thorns

 

and they put it on his head.

 

And the scalp,
being of great vascularity,

 

bleeds profusely.

 

Blood, blood, blood,

 

blood, blood.

 

The robe,
which is fused to the...

 

dripping wound of his back,

 

is then ripped off

 

and the pain from this
explodes in his brain.

 

So our victim...

 

Jesus Christ, age 33,

 

is laid back on the cross.

 

Square iron nails

 

are driven through the wrist

 

to the small bones of the arm.

 

Here.

 

Another nail is driven into
the arch of each foot.

 

He is tilted up,

 

and as he does,
his body sags down,

 

putting his full weight on
the nail in his feet.

 

And as he pushes himself upward

 

to avoid this torment,

 

he puts his full weight
on the median nerve,

 

causing excruciating pain.

 

He's trading
one pain for another...

 

and the compressed heart

 

is struggling to
pump thick, heavy...

 

sluggish blood to the tissues.

 

The body of Jesus...
is now in extremis.

 

He can feel...

 

the chill of death
creep through his tissues.

 

I'll need another volunteer.

 

You.

 

Me?
Come on, yeah, you, come on.

 

Come up here.

 

Do you understand what you
were just told?

 

Do you now know
how the Lord suffered?

 

Yes?

 

Then show me.

 

Take this.

 

Show me where the nail goes in.

 

Show me, come on.

 

Take this, take it.

 

Okay, raise it above your head.

 

Okay, go ahead then,
drive it in.

 

Do it.

 

Do it.

 

Drive the nail in.

 

What's the matter?

 

You can't do it?

 

Well, then why'd
you do it to him?

 

You drove in his nails
with your sins.

 

The son of God,

 

and you let him die with your
careless, faithless sins.

 

And you won't nail
them into this brat?

 

This godless boy?

 

You love him before the Lord?

 

Go ahead.

 

Nail him in.

 

Go ahead.

 

Go ahead.

 

Nail him in.

 

Go ahead.

 

Thank you, Doctor.

 

That's all for today.

 

I never believed in
any of that shit before.

 

Me neither.

 

I gotta go, see you later.

 

See ya.

 

I'm sorry!

 

I'm sorry!

 

I did it, it's my fault!

 

I didn't mean to!

 

But I did, I did it!

 

I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

 

I'm sorry!

 

It's all my fault.

 

I'm sorry!

 

I'm sorry!

 

I did it!

 

I did it!

 

I'm sorry!

 

Sorry!

 

It's all right.

 

It's alright.

 

Vandalism and desecration
of church property

 

is a serious offense.

 

I could have your son
brought up on charges.

 

I realize that.

 

I am so sorry.

 

I... I don't know
what's gotten into him.

 

He's been acting so strange
the last few days.

 

Yes.

 

Well, I am willing to
forego legal action

 

considering his age.

 

But he will
have to be punished.

 

At home.

 

Uh-huh.

 

He really shouldn't
have done that.

 

So what happened in there?

 

What is this about?

 

I was... scared.

 

Scared of what?

 

I did that to Jesus.

 

It's my fault he got
nailed to the cross

 

and blood spurted
out of his muscles

 

and his skin was all ribbons.

 

I did that to him, Mom.

 

I steal sometimes and I do
stuff I shouldn't do.

 

I drove the nails into Jesus

 

and damaged his nerves and killed him.
Oh, my God.

 

Wait, is that what they're
teaching you in there?

 

Yes, it's true.

 

No, it's...
it's not true.

 

Louie, look at me.

 

It's not true.

 

It's... not?
No.

 

You had nothing to do
with that man being hurt.

 

I mean, you were nowhere
near the place.

 

But I'm bad and I sin.

 

You are not bad.

 

Listen to me,
I am telling you this.

 

You're a good kid.

 

Okay, I mean,
you make mistakes,

 

you do bad things sometimes,

 

'cause I'm not done
raising you,

 

and it's not okay

 

and I'm gonna talk to you
about the stealing later.

 

But you are a good person.

 

Well, what about Jesus?

 

Jesus was a really,
really nice guy

 

who lived a long time ago

 

and he told everybody
to love each other,

 

and, boy,
did he get his for that.

 

But you had nothing
to do with it.

 

I mean, if you ask me, this
whole thing's a big cover-up.

 

But he came back.

 

No, he... he...
he didn't.

 

Louie, he didn't.
How could he do that, really ? Come on.

 

The whole thing,
it's a bunch of malarkey.

 

So you don't believe in
any of this?

 

No, I don't.

 

Well, then, why do you
make me come here?

 

I don't know, I don't know,
I don't know.

 

I get... you know,
I thought it was selfish,

 

just 'cause I don't have
religion, not to give it to you.

 

I mean, it's a big deal,
religion.

 

You might want it someday.

 

But if I'd known it was gonna
stress you out this much,

 

I never would have done it.

 

Well, I don't want to
go anymore.

 

Well, it's fine,
you don't have to.

 

So there's no God?

 

I don't know, I don't know,
Louie, I don't.

 

All I know is that
you have to be good to people

 

whether there is
or there isn't.

 

You have to
take that on yourself.

 

Okay, nobody's gonna watch if
you're good but yourself.

 

It's all on you.

 

Wow.
Yeah.

 

- Hey, you want to
get some doughnuts ? - Yeah.

 

Shit.

 

But that's a sin, to say
the Lord's name in vain.

 

But you don't even have to say
something that terrible.

 

You can go to hell
just for saying "Jesus Christ"

 

with a tone in your voice.

 

It's all the tone in your voice,
that's the weird part.

 

It's a very subtle sin,

 

'cause you can say,
"Jesus Christ," you're fine.

 

But if you say, "Jesus Christ,"
you go to hell forever.

 

Just for saying it like that.

 

There must be at least one dude
who was right on the line,

 

who was like,
"Jesus Christ."

 

And then he was in hell,
he's like, "Seriously?

 

"For that, that's it?
Seriously?

 

"It was a huge pumpkin.

 

What, was I gonna not say
anything ?"

 

It's one of the top
Ten Commandments.

 

It's in the Ten Commandments,

 

to not take
the Lord's name in vain.

 

Rape isn't up there,
by the way.

 

Rape is not a Ten Commandment.

 

But don't say the dude's name
with a shitty attitude.

 

I think it's so unfair, though,

 

to send people to hell for
saying "Jesus Christ,"

 

because it's
just too satisfying.

 

I don't know why that is,
but it just feels good.

 

Oh, Jesus Christ !

 

It just feels good,
it cleans you out.

 

I don't know why.

 

Whether your anger
or in pain or having sex,

 

or all three at the same time.

 

What did folks say
before that dude?

 

How did anybody
express themselves

 

in a big moment before Jesus?

 

Even the people that knew him,

 

how did they... how did they...

 

The people
watching him be crucified,

 

what could they even say,
watching that happen?

 

They're like...

 

That is bananas.

 

How much would you give me
if I take a shit

 

on those people's
doorstep right now?

 

What?
Nothing.

 

Come on, I'll shit right on
the step right now.

 

How much will you give me?

 

I'm not giving you anything.

 

Well, I'm not doing it
for nothing.

 

I didn't ask you to do it.

 

I'm not paying you.
Give me five bucks.

 

Give me five bucks.

 

I don't have five bucks.

 

Give me a dollar.
No.

 

Give me 10¢.

 

Brian, I do not have any money.

 

Well, what do you have?

 

I have a pencil.

 

Fine, I'll do it for that.

 

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