Where Lies Adventure!

ACT I INT. FIRST PRESBYTERIAN OF JERSEY CITY An intimate sanctuary, like fifty-people intimate, is filled with a random selection of people who’s appearances all share only one thing in common – they’re dressed in their shabby Sunday best. The pulpit sits on more of a platform, than a stage, and a PASTOR wearing a faded robe-that’s-too-small-for-him holds a Bible in the air as he delivers his sermon.                           PASTOR And Thomas didn’t believe what Jesus told them.   In John chapter fourteen, he says to Jesus, “Lord, we know not whither thou goest; how can we know the way?” We move past pew after pew of a devout congregation, all rapt with attention.   Some people are even mouthing the bible verses along with the Pastor. We settle on the very last pew, where an eigh...

EXT. DESERT – DAY We move slowly across a stark, red desert.   In the distance, there are the clay walls of a city.   Outside the main gate, a mix of men and women: some in woolen tunics and cinctures, others in rich Roman robes: come and go about their business. This is not the modern world. We keep moving, slowly, finally settling on a small, solitary hill.   Through the shimmering desert heat, the hill looks like the back of a skull cap, with two crosses sticking out the top of it like swords. And in the distance, we hear the faint CLINK. EXT. DESERT HILL – CONTINUOUS A twitching hand fills the frame.   Fingers are bent at unnatural angles, but where they split, we can see the signs of something dull, grey, and blurry.   There is a loud CLINK, and as the blurry grey thing is pushed down, a blurry crimson shoots up.                ...