The Man from Earth: Holocene (2017) - full transcript

14,000 year-old "Man from Earth" John Oldman, now teaching in northern California, realizes that not only is he finally starting to age, but four students have discovered his deepest secret, putting his life in grave danger and potentially destroying the world's most popular religion.

Hi, my name is
Richard Schenkman,

and I directed "Jerome
Bixby's The Man from Earth",

as well as the movie you're about to
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Thank you again for your
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enjoy "The Man
from Earth: Holocene".


Prehistoric chicks are kind of hot.

- I'd tap that.
- Yeah, I bet you would.

Look at this guy. He's
like, half animal...

He's the same as us.

Homo Sapiens, everyone? Genetically,
biologically no different than you or I.

We even live in the same geological
epoch as them: The Holocene.

It started right after the last ice age.

The fact is Cro-Magnon is an out-dated term
that merely separates them as Europeans,

as opposed to Africans.

Any of this ringing a bell?

They had the same hopes and fears as us.
The same ties to family and group.

Actually I think they had
stronger ties to group than us.

And to their fellow living creatures.

But let's think about it. If
this man were alive today...

He would be very old.

Especially considering most
never made it past thirty-two.

He might even appreciate
antibiotics, and running shoes.

But what would he think of what
we've done with our world today?

This small knit group he
would have died to maintain...

is now a self-involved generation
of social media addicts...

so far removed from his perception
of humanity, it has to seem...

- alien.
- She's talking about you, bro'.


- Let's talk about tools.
- You're a tool.

The most basic tool would be a simple rock.

With a hammer stone you can break
another rock and create a sharp edge.

Now this sharp flake of stone
can be used to skin an animal...

You almost done?

Not really.

- Can't you just take pictures?
- That's not the assignment.

Professor Shulman wants
us to identify the

individual markers that
indicate a skull is, say...

Paranthropus Boisei versus
Paranthropus Robustus.

- Oh my god.
- What?

That's Professor Young. What
the hell is he doing here?

Professor Kittriss is
giving those kids a tour.

Oh, and he tags along.
That's so cute.

For god's sake, Tara, they live together.
And besides, he's like a thousand.

Forty, tops. Plus Kittriss is a little
hottie, so I gotta step up my game.

You comin'?

Yeah, I guess.

Professor Young, hi. So
cool seeing you here.

Isabel and I were just
doing some research.

I'm taking Shulman's
Early Transitional Humans.

Sketching femurs and jawbones?

Okay, here we go.

Smaller braincase, slight crest
on the top of the skull...

wide upper jaw, but small teeth?

- Homo Habilis.
- Well done. - Wait...

You teach comparative religion.

There's more to human
history than religion, Tara.

I'm sure.

We were just going to grab coffee.
You want to join?

I'm gonna grab a bite with Professor
Kittriss when she finishes. But thank you.

You like these Cro-Magnons?

Well, they're more of a mash-up
of various early humans.

But I like cave paintings.

Me, too. Hey, let's get a
shot in front of the display.

Ah... Isabel.

Carolyn told me you'd
like to borrow some books.

Come by any time.
Take whatever you want.

If I haven't read them
yet, I probably won't.

Thank you, Professor Young.

You're welcome. I'll
see you girls in class.

"I like the paintings."

Dude, he knows more about this
stuff than the museum people.

They're called curators.

My point is, he's a very brilliant man.

With a great ass.


Hey, hon.

You should come running with me some time.

- Running from what?
- To stay in shape.

I need a shower. You want
to come wash my back?

In truth, yes.

How's this batch? Any geniuses
I should be on the lookout for?

You mean, anybody who can
write a coherent sentence?

Remember when kids went to
college to expand their minds?

Now, it seems to be just a
perfunctory step on their

way to Silicon Valley. And
those are the good ones.

I don't know. You really think young people
have changed that much in twenty years?

I like this grey.

But if it bugs you, then color it.
I won't tell.

You know Mohammed dyed his hair?

See? If it's good enough
for the prophet, then...

Nobody notices except you.

And he hasn't aged
a day in ten years.

Every woman on the faculty would
give anything to have that secret.

- Is that what they're after, Edith?
- Oh, stop, Harry.

Then switch to spin class
if you're sick of Zumba.

It doesn't matter what you do, the
doctor just said you need to...

I'm not nagging, mother. You
were the one complaining about...

I gotta go to class. I'm gonna be late.

I'll tell you what, mother:

Why don't we all just take care
of ourselves for once. Sound fair?


She spent so many years focused
on my father's illness that now...

God, Isabel.

You put everything on hold forever
while he was... She's gotta back off.

It's your life, right? Isn't it, finally?

No, I'm sorry. I love you, too.

I'll call later. Bye.

You are a way better
daughter than I will ever be.

Hey guys. This is Matt Douglas
from Primal Kickboxing.

Let's go.

Let's go, you ready?
I'll take it easy on you.

So I get into position. First thing
I do is lead with a head kick.

Then I follow up with two punches.

C'mon, focus, man.

Hey man.

Seriously, man. Why do
I even bother, really?

Oh, my fault, man. I'm literally
on my way downstairs right now.

Five. Four.



One. Boom. See how fast...?

Amazing. I can't even see you, you're
so fast. You're like the Flash.

C'mon, I'm waiting on you.


- Have a great class, Professor.
- You too, babe.

We're all burning. Every one of us.
Burning with desire.

We're burning with a fire caused by what
the Buddha called the three poisons.

Greed. Anger. Ignorance.

Except he taught us that we can fix this.
We can turn them around.

Greed can become Generosity.

Anger becomes Compassion.

And Ignorance becomes Wisdom.

There are miracles are around
us all the time, he said.

The fact that we're here, together,
in this room, is a miracle.

Isn't the Buddha kind of a hypocrite?

Sure, he gave up all worldly
goods, his father's money,

and told us all to live
a ife of restraint...

and then he ended up super fat.
Like crazy fat, like, c'mon dude.

You're talking about those statues
you see in Chinatown, right?

The Buddha depicted in those
statues, he's Asian, right?

- So...
- It's not the Buddha.

- What do you mean?
- Well, think about it.

Siddhartha Gautama was Indian. From Nepal.

A Chinese monk came to India,

became a Buddhist, went home
and started spreading the religion.

The Chinese mixed in Taoism. Their monks
introduced the head shaving, the robes...

the fat, happy Buddha named Hotei.

The actual Buddha was a regular man, with
a normal body and a full head of hair.

- But he was a god.
- No...

never claimed to be.

Just a man,

who thought long and hard
about the human condition

and achieved enlightenment.

Like Jesus. Only without the
long blond hair and blue eyes.

- But Jesus wasn't just a man.
- No?

He claimed to be the son of God.

He died, and was resurrected.
So we know he was divine.

You know, or you have faith? You
can only know what you can prove.

God is beyond proof, logic or reason.

You can believe in God or Jesus through
faith... but that's different from knowing.

I know that Jesus existed; There's
historical evidence of that. And...

I have faith that he was divine.

Aquinas said faith is a divine
act supernaturally bestowed.

"Ask and ye shall receive."

Kierkegaard on the other hand
said we must leap to faith.

It's an act you must choose to perform.

Kierkegaard was more demanding.

Okay, he was sick of people sitting
around talking about religion all day

and not doing anything about it.

I hope he didn't mean
this class, though.

But, weren't we supposed
to be talking about Buddha?

They had a lot in common,
Jesus and Buddha.

How so?

Well... there's a lot of
overlap in their philosophies.

They both taught the golden rule, that we
should be charitable and not judge others.

But the Buddha said you
shouldn't believe in

something just because
it's written in scripture.

The whole premise with Jesus is to accept
on faith. That's a pretty huge difference.

Also the purpose of suffering.
Jesus suffered for us.

While the Buddha's whole thing
was to eliminate suffering.

Eliminate desire.

Which is what causes suffering.
I know. I listen. I was listening.

Okay. Next time we cover
the path to Nirvana...

and we will wrap the semester up with
Jainism. It's like Buddhism, but less fun.

Jain women have to be reborn
as men to reach enlightenment.

We all know it should be the
other way 'round. Thank you.

Great lecture.

You never use any notes or anything.
You just, like, know all this stuff.

I've been at it a very, very long time.

So, in honor of wrapping up the unit,
we're having a Buddhist vegetarian dinner.

Think you could come?

- Thank you, but... I don't think so.
- Busy?

I appreciate the invitation.

For what it's worth, the Buddha ate meat.

He never said you had to be a vegetarian.
He just didn't like to see animals killed.

- Who does? But you know, bacon.
- Bacon donuts. Best invention ever.

I've not seen it.

Oh, you haven't seen it?
Everybody's seen it!

I've not... No.

Oh! It's so...

- So is he coming?
- Isabel can work on him. Right?

- I can try.
- I can't believe the class is almost over.

You know, and next semester
he's teaching lame Abrahamic

and Zoroastrianism
religions again.

There's nothing lame
about Abrahamic religions.

You know what I mean.
Just that...

He should do Hellenistic.

Yeah, Zeus and Herakles and what-not.
That'd be cool.

Yeah, the only problem is he
only does real religions, Liko.

You don't think the Greeks and
Romans were on to anything?

Christians got half of their
stuff from the Pagans.

Or do you need to take World
of the Early Church again?

Guys... We need to focus
on what's important.

Getting Professor Young
to come to dinner.

There is just so much in that
guy's head I want to get at.

Me, too.

- How do we get him to come?
- I think Tara probably has a few ideas.

- Don't be gross, Liko.
- Leave her alone, man.

- You going to that Delta Psi party later?
- Those guys are animals.

- Yeah. Party animals.
- Liko, what're you, five?

No, I do not need to get
drunk on a Wednesday night,

thank you. With a bunch of boys.

Your loss. I'm going. Saint Philip?

Saint Philip has Bible study Wednesdays.
You have no short-term memory, do you?

I don't know. What was the question?

- John, I'm glad I caught you.
- Dr. Parker. Did we have an appointment?

I gotta share this with somebody,

and you're the only one I
know that can appreciate it.

I got this at a garage
sale last weekend.

It's a seventy-five year old
bottle of single-malt scotch.


Yeah. Paid entirely too much
for it, but the story...

This woman's husband brings it
back from Scotland in the sixties,

and they've been saving
it for a special occasion.

- And saving it, and saving it...
- And the special occasion never came.

And he died couple of months ago,

and now she's selling his
stuff and moving to Costa Rica.


But here's the kicker: We get home and
we get a message from Kitty and Ron.

The baby came. I'm a grandfather.

Congratulations Gil. Fantastic.

- Special occasion?
- Yes. Indeed.

- To my grandson.
- Hear, hear.

Oh, my.

- That is...
- Terrible.

I don't know if I've ever
tasted anything quite like that.

Just goes to show that nothing
lasts forever. Even whiskey spoils.

Who knew?

A grandson, John.

On one hand, it's incredibly invigorating.
On the other, it means...

I'm so old.

Each day, as he grows, learns
to walk, learns to talk...

It means I'm getting
one day closer to death.

Another drink?

What the hell?


That's awful.

I'm not getting maudlin. It's just life.

Well, this brings it home.

Do you ever regret not having kids, John?

Look... I'm sorry. I don't mean to pry.

Don't be sorry. It's difficult to discuss.

What isn't?

Say, you wanna go have a real drink?

I can't. I have to go home
and cook Carolyn dinner.

But congratulations, Dr. Parker.
I couldn't be more happy for you.

It's open.

For Carolyn? Coffee table is fine.

So, about those books...

They're in the den. Grab all you want.

Have you given that dinner
any further thought?

You could bring Professor Kittriss.

We'll see.

Thanks, Professor.

Oh, and please tell
Ms. Kittriss I said good night.

I will.

- Smells great.
- Thanks.

It's getting harder
and harder to find

anything that isn't loaded with
mercury, or farm raised in filthy water.

- Thank god we still have Pop Tarts.
- Miracles. All around us.

- How was your day?
- As always. This is the highlight.

I was thinking of going
hunting this weekend.

I'm starting to forget
what real food tastes like.

I thought you'd come with me
to the Hillary and Rob thing.

She's feeling really down lately, and
we thought a party would cheer her up.

Hosting parties always stresses her out.

You know... People. Laughing, carrying on.

I don't know. I think
I need some time alone.

You're the king of "alone", John.
Why not give the opposite a chance?

I have.

Doesn't work so well for me.

Okay. I know.

I'm gonna go change.

God, you scared the crap out of me.

You didn't miss anything.

Typical Delta Psi party.

Pack as many people as you can into
a room and spray them down with beer.

- Figuratively speaking, I hope?
- For the most part. What's that?

Book on early man I borrowed
from Professor Young.

Ooh! How'd it go?

I asked again about dinner. Told him
he could bring Professor Kittriss.

What for? Last thing we
need is another chick.

Anyway, this guy Jenkins is an archeologist
with a lot of field work under his belt.

The book's really really good.

But the spine wasn't even cracked,
although it's personally signed.

He's cute. Or was.

"To my dear friend John
Oldman." Wait, what?

I know, right? Maybe he was kidding.
"Old man" instead of "young"?

It's dated May 2007. So that would make
Professor Young, like, thirty three maybe.

Exactly. You're not gonna call
an old man "old man".

You're gonna call a young guy that.
Like calling a big guy "tiny".

- But it's not "old man". It's "Oldman".
- And maybe it's Kittriss's book.

- So who's this Jenkins guy?
- Let's go to the Interwebs.

Let's see. Arthur M. Jenkins.

Taught at Santa Clarita University.
Zillion archeology digs.

Oh, academic awards. Blah, blah, blah...
He wrote some other books...

But this last one...


"The Longest Night: My Conversation
with the Man From Earth"...

about the night he spent
with a university professor

named John Oldman who claimed
to be 14,000 years old.

And the comments are...
Scathing puts it mildly. Yikes.

"...Longest Night would merely
be melodramatic sci-fi nonsense,"

but the author presents
this hokum as non-fiction...

"and thus abandons any academic
authority he may have once possessed."

Ooh, get this one: "Offensive to the
religious and non-religious alike..."

Jenkins asks us to believe
that the savior himself

is a practicing Buddhist
who walks among us...

"in the guise of a handsome,
mild-mannered university professor."

That sounds like Professor Young.
He knows everything about Buddhism.

Yeah, but the savior. Like, Jesus?

He could totally be my own, personal Jesus.

We are totally getting that book.

Like a thief in the night.

I woke you, I'm sorry. I must
be getting out of practice.

At being sneaky?


You really have to go? We could
spend the whole weekend in bed.

- And go to Hillary and Rob's thing.
- Fair trade, isn't it?

I'm going stir crazy, Carolyn.

- I hate when you disappear.
- I'm know, it's just something's...

something's not right. I'm not bouncing
back the way I'm used to doing.

It's called "getting older".

But if you insist on stomping
around the woods like a cave man...

I suppose it's a better
mid-life-crisis thing to do than...

buying a motorcycle and taking
off with some student. Right?

Then I'd better try and get
back the deposit on that Ducati.

I'll see you.

- Hey.
- C'mon in.

Hey, Liko.

- You kids want anything to eat?
- Oh, no thanks, Mom, we're good.

- Yeah, I want something, Mrs. Nichols.
- Yeah, me too.

They're kidding. Thanks, Mom.
Will you knock it off, man?

She's adorable, by the way.

- Alright, so what's so earth-shattering?
- Can we...?

I want with pickles and mustard.

We're fine.

So what's up?

For ten years, this guy, Arthur M.

taught at Santa Clarita
University alongside

a history professor
named John Oldman.

Then one night this Oldman guy
gathers his professor friends

and tells them that he's really

fourteen thousand years old.

He was born a caveman, somehow
became immortal. He knew...

Columbus, Vincent Van
Gogh, all this crazy stuff.

He would always use the name John,
often with a pun for a last name.

Stay in one place
for ten years or so,

until people started
realizing he didn't age.

Lived under hundreds of identities,
including, wait for it...

- Jesus of Nazareth.
- Wait, what?

He'd lived for thousands of years, never
aging, never dying, traveling the world...

Studying with the Buddha...

...until one day he set up shop in
Jerusalem and started preaching.

Yadda yadda yadda, he gets crucified,
his wounds heal, he sneaks off and...

we have Christianity. By accident.

What do you mean, "yadda yadda yadda we
have Christianity"? You can't just...

It's science fiction, alright?

People publish speculative
fiction about Jesus all the time.

You should see what they write about Kirk
and Spock. Better yet, you shouldn't.

But he said that it's a true story. See?
Says right there, "non-fiction".

Oh, well, then it must be true.

There are plenty of alien abduction
books in the non-fiction section.

Look, I checked up
on Arthur Jenkins okay.

He was a tenured archeology professor,
published a pile of books. The real deal.

Then this one came out and he
got laughed off the planet.

- No wonder.
- But he did his research.

Found out that the John Oldman
he knew didn't exist until 2001.

No mention of him anywhere.

His references, driver's licence, W-2.
Everything turned out to be fake.

Jenkins even tracked down
two previous colleges

where he'd taught
under different names.

John Magdel and John Permian.

Magdel? Magdelanian? I have
no idea what Permian is.

The first Great Extinction, two-hundred
and fifty million years ago.

They both also had fake references, and
left abruptly after about ten years.

And their descriptions,

John Oldman, John Magdel, John
Permian, are virtually identical.

Oldman's DMV records somehow
vanished two days after he did.

Google him now, the only
reference is this book.

If this Oldman guy is real,

he makes his past disappear
every time he changes identity.

Makes sense. Million years old, staying
under the radar, you gotta keep moving.

- Philip, we're not trying to offend you.
- I'm not offended.

No, I know. It's just, you really believe.

Look, I know the world isn't flat, I know
it's more than six thousand years old.

But I believe a man named Jesus
lived and died for our sins.


You know there are millions
and millions of people who

don't believe in Jesus
Christ's divinity.

I mean, Jews, Hindus, Wiccans, plenty more.


Yes, but that doesn't mean they're right.

Some people believe the
Galactic Dictator Xenu

brought his people to earth and
hid them in volcanoes, so...

Point is, Jenkins' book is just a story.

If I could allow my
faith to be shaken by the

the fantasies of a
disgruntled college professor...

then I'm not really much
of a Christian, am I?

So Jenkins writes a book about
John Oldman. Fine, whatever.

What's this got to
do with any of us?

Show him.

I found this book at Professor Young's.

Read the inscription.

"To my dear friend John Oldman."

Professor Young and John
Oldman knew each other?


What if... What if Professor
Young actually is John Oldman.

How do you make that leap?
Are there any pictures?

Okay, well, Jenkins talks
about several times when.

Oldman conspicuously avoided
having his picture taken.

I mean, turning around,
stepping behind someone,

answering a phone call that
no one else heard ringing, whatever,

just to avoid
being photographed.

To Jenkins' knowledge, the only
existing picture of John Oldman...

was taken in 2006 at a barbecue.


Wait, so if Professor Young is Jesus Christ
returned, then that means we're in...

The End Times.

But, if Jesus never left, then
he's not "returned." He's just...


Cool. I'm hungry. Tara,
wanna go get something?


I found an email for Jenkins.

What have we got, Betsy?

Look at that. I think we've got lunch.


Keep it.

And there's another beauty.
Alright, Betsy. Let's go.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

These are for me.

Smell good, too.

Let's make that move.

Let's see, let's move this knight.

There we go.

What's this?

The Longest Night and
found it fascinating.

Would you be willing to speak
with me about John Oldman?

Dear Miss Chang...

Why don't you and John Oldman...

go straight to hell?

God dammit.

Why don't they leave me alone?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Hey, hey, c'mere, don't run away. I'm
sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you.

- I'm not so sure about this anymore.
- It was your idea.

I know, but I work for
Professor Kittress.

And now I'm feeling really
'violatey', you know?

- So let's go home.
- But I feel like I want to know, you know?

So, let's keep going.

- Ugh, I wish Jenkins was more responsive.
- I wish he was less of a dick.

Okay, do you want proof, or not?
Photos, something?

Well, then...

This is so exciting.

- Pretty bad-ass, Isabel.
- It wasn't locked.

Breaking and entering.
Felony makes you kinda hot.

Whoa. He really does
have a Van Gogh.

Total fake. That'd be worth,
like, three zillion dollars.

- Cool Tazer? What's this for?
- What do you think, perv?

Don't touch that.


I want to be objective, but I really
want to believe this 'cause...

it would be so deeply, deeply cool.

- Let's split up.
- I'll do the bedroom.

There's a basement.

Come on.

Oooh. Miss Kittriss.


Kittriss is home.

Liko. Liko.

Yeah, gimme one sec'.

Hey. We gotta go.


- Come on.
- Yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming.

- There's a back door.
- Awesome.

Come on. Come on.

So, my cousin Janet's an art
history major at Columbia.

She said the painting could
be an unregistered Van Gogh.

Well, we looked into the authors
of those books from the basement.

Any history they had prior to
publication is sketchy, or nonexistent.

Some of the publishers are out
of business, but I reached three.

None of them had any contact
information for the author.

Each guy vanished with
no forwarding address

within a couple of years of publication.

"Jonathan Evermore"? He wrote the
sci-fi novel "Everlasting Tomorrow,"

about an "immortal's search for the
meaning of his solitary existence".

So I called Bantam and
told them I was his

granddaughter, looking
for his royalty payments.

She said she was so happy I called,
since they've been piling up since 1966.

No, asshole. We're not taking his money.

- Unbelievable.
- Wait, guys...

we're just gonna
leave all that money?

Isn't it weird? Every time someone
claims to have been reincarnated,

they were always Napoleon, you know?
Alexander the Great. Cleopatra.

It's never the Cleopatra's slave
who cleaned out chamber pot.

Or the guy making chamber pots.

"John Oldman" said he knew the Buddha.
Sailed with Columbus.

No, he didn't actually sail with Columbus.

I read the book, dude.

C'mon, get in there. There you go.

So, eh... Did you saw it? The Van Gogh?

You starting to believe a little bit.

Look, just 'cause a
guy is, you know...

fourteen thousand years old,
it doesn't mean he's Jesus.

He could be the guy who made
the nails for the cross.

Alright, come on.

- I was Malcolm X in my past life.
- Yeah, for sure.

Hello, Dr. Jenkins, if this is you.

And if it's not you, I apologize for
the wrong number, whoever this is.

So Dr. Jenkins, my name is Isabel Chang.

I do apologize for calling so

late, although I did try emailing.

Anyway, here's the thing.

I believe my professor
is John Oldman.

He's going by the name
John Young, here at Chico.

Please call me back if you can, okay? I
really, really would love to talk with you.

I know you took a lot of crap for your
book, and I just want you to know...

I believe you. There is something
different about John Young.

My number's 530-555-0168.
Thank you.


I'll be...

Okay, thank you. We will
fax that right over.

Another one? Fax... God,
what year is this, anyway?

- Hello?
- Hello.

- I'm calling about your email.
- Yes. Who is this?

This is Violet Collsen.

- I'm sorry. Violet...?
- Collsen. From Central Idaho College.

I've been retired
for many years now,

and my daughter works at the college
in admissions just like I did.

But it was the funniest thing the
other day. She was working at home...

and I walked passed her desk
just when your email came.

Well, I saw the photo and
recognized him immediately.

- You did?
- Yes, John Pleis.

He was a remarkable man. You just
never forget that kind of a person.

What do you remember about him?

Well, he was the best anthropology
professor we ever had.

He just had a way about him. You
felt you could tell him your secrets.

- And he always had the best advice.
- This was how long ago?

Oh, that's about 1957?

And you remember him clearly?

Oh, yeah. He was a
very handsome man, too.

John Pleis?

P-I-e-i-s. Funny name, kind
of sticks in your head.

I tried to see what else I
could find before calling you...

and there was nothing.
He just disappeared.

Yes, he does that.

Well, thank you
so much, Ms. Collsen.

This is your number if I
have any more questions?

Yes, yes, yes.

Great. Well, thank you so much.
Goodbye then.

Well, goodbye.

- Pleis. Pleistocene?
- Yes.

Okay. So we have contacted what,
sixty small colleges in fourteen

states and this was
our second hit so far.

Professor Young is a dead ringer
for teachers in Idaho and...

Western Wyoming. John
Mortem, archaeology, 1979.


- Isabel Chang?
- Yes.

Hi. This is Arthur Jenkins.
You've been trying to reach me.

I have, yes.

Get me a picture. A new, clean picture.
Email it, or text it to this number.

- I emailed that one...
- No, no, no.

Brand-new, full face.
Do that and we'll see.

Otherwise, we have
nothing to talk about.

Thank you so much, Dr. Jenkins.
I'm so grateful...

Hey, Professor. We know we're early, but...

It's the last class, and we
don't have you next semester.

So we thought we'd have
a little goodbye party.

- I'm not going anywhere, you know.
- We know. But...

- Here. Cappuccino.
- My weakness. Thank you.

Quick, picture.

- Wait, can we go again?
- You know the rules.

Real quick.

Okay, class has begun. Take
your seats. Cellphones off.

And thank you for the coffee.

Cellphones off.

- I knew it.
- He did it on purpose.

I'm sure of it, man. He didn't want his
picture taken so he messed up both shots.

I guess after fourteen thousand years,
you learn a thing or two about hiding.

Yeah, but these days,
there's cameras everywhere.

He won't be able to hide anymore.

Whatever he's been
doing all these years,

changing his identity... I mean,
it's over. Time's up. Don't you see?

What do you suggest?

Maybe we just talk to him.
Tell him the truth.

- What truth?
- That we know who he is.

Based on a discredited book by a lonely
old crank and some circumstantial evidence?

We are not crazy people. There
is something special about John.

We all knew it the first time
we heard him speak. Right?

All throughout history
there have been prophets,

visionaries. Men and
women touched by God.

Who's to say John Young isn't one of
these people? Why is that so impossible?

Well, it sure isn't likely.

I'm not saying he's the "son of God".

But if he is fourteen thousand years old,
then he's the wisest man in the world.

In history.

Okay, he should be
listened to. Followed.

Worshipped? Is that
what you're gonna say?


- There could be a whole new...
- Religion?

Or something, around him.

A corrective for everything
everyone has gotten

wrong about Jesus for
the past 2000 years.

If that story is true, then

everything I've believed for
half my life is a total lie.

Everything that millions and
millions of people throughout

history have believed,
and lived and died for...

is total bullshit. So, no.

Okay, okay. One clear picture of
Professor Young's face, and that's it.

I'm not sure.

If it is John, he's changed.

I need to speak with him.

Probably take me ten or eleven
hours to make my way up there.

Hey Betsy, I gotta hit the
road for a few days, honey.

But I'll have Suzanne come check
on you though. Be a good girl.

- Looks nasty.
- I got sloppy. Stupid mistake.

What's up? Worried about your grade?
'Cause you shouldn't be, you did great.

I don't know, it's not that. But thanks.

Then what's wrong? Was there
something specific, Tara?

I wanted to apologize
for yesterday.

The pictures and everything. We're
just really going to miss you.

That's okay. I'm going
to miss you guys, too.

I maybe don't act it, but...

I've been lonely most of my life.

Boys only cared about... And the
girls hated me because of it.

My parents' friends were
always being creepy and...

At some point you either become the person
everybody thinks you are, or you just hide.

I didn't want to hide, so...
I'm sorry, I don't...

It's okay.

You're okay. You're okay.

What was that?

No. No.

You know you want me.

Stop. Stop.

You've been watching me
for two years. Don't deny it.

You're my student.

It's okay. You're safe with me.

I know who you are. I think it's amazing.

I don't know what you think you know
about me, but I need you out of my office.

Fine, I'll make it easy for you.

Do not make me call security.

And tell them what? That
I assaulted you sexually?

Tara, this isn't happening.

- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.

Well, you can't.

Spring semester starts in three weeks
and you have two sections already filled.

- I'm sorry.
- Sorry?

- I can recommend a replacement.
- I can't replace you, John, you know that.

The students love you.

Your classes filled in an hour.

If you wanted to teach a third
section that would sell out, too.

- What's going on here?
- Something's come up and I have to go.

- What?
- It's personal.

Look, I'll get Chandra
and we can fix this...

No Gill, please.

I just have to go.

Please, don't do this to me.

I regret it, Gill. Deeply, I do.

Obviously I can't give you a
recommendation under these circumstances.

Anywhere you go, I'll have to tell them
about this mess you're dumping in my lap.

I understand.

Paperwork for the semester is all wrapped
up? Grades logged, evaluations, all that?

Yes. The last couple of things,
I'll take care of today.

You're leaving that soon?

I truly hope that eventually
there are no hard feelings.

I'll get over it. But this stinks.

I was hoping to give you my
chair in five or six years.

I'd have been honored to take it.

- What the hell were you thinking?
- I don't know. I just... you know.

- Okay, what else did he say?
- Nothing.


What? What else?

I think I maybe spilled
the beans a little bit.

What beans?

That we know about him.

What exactly did you say?

Well, I... Does it matter?
If he knows that we know...

Then he'll disappear for good.

Crap, Jenkins is on his way down here.
He's on the road, right now.

Well, can you call him?


Voice mail.

Hey, Dr. Jenkins. It's Isabel Chang.
Listen um...

Professor Young maybe knows we know
and might be leaving here really soon.

Please let me know what time you're
gonna get here. What we should do.


Let's find the guys. It's gonna be okay.

- I knew it. I just knew it.
- Carolyn, please...

What, stay calm? Don't get worked up?
No, why would I?

I'm only asking that you...

Just to let you slip away
quietly, no muss no fuss.

I've left you money, of course.
I don't want you to be...

I don't need your
fucking charity, John.

I have a job.

I need you.

I'm sorry.

I don't understand why you're leaving.
The explanation part got by me somehow.

I told you from the start that
I would eventually move on.

Yeah, but that's something people say.

"I hate dogs", "I'm never getting
married", "I don't want kids".

People say that
shit all the time,

and guess what? Five years later
they're married, with kids.

And a dog.

Not me.

Well, apparently not.

Jesus, John...

How can a man with so
much passion be so cold?

What was this to you?

I've told you how I feel.

Because I'm leaving does not
mean that I don't care about you.

That's all I'm going to
get out of you, isn't it?

No, just save it.

I'll be back in a few days.
I assume you'll be gone by then?


Well, Merry Christmas, John.

Thanks for everything.

- Well, just keep him there.
- How are we supposed to do that?

I don't know. But just keep him there.
I'm still about two hours away.

You can't get here any faster?


I can only go so fast.

But don't tell him I'm coming. That'll
only make him leave even faster.

- Alright. Do your best.
- Yes, I will do my best.

- Just keep him there? How?
- We know where he lives.

Oh. You wanna go
talk to him again?

You think that's the best
course of action right now?

What choice do we have? If we don't go
see him now, we'll never see him again.

Let's go.


Please don't leave yet. Just stay
one more night. Have dinner with us.

We only want to talk.

I think it's best for everybody
if I hit the road now.

Please, professor. I have
so many questions for you.

I'm sure my replacement will be
at least as knowledgeable as I am.

You know that's not what we mean.

- I don't know what you want from me.
- We don't want anything from you.

- I want to learn from you.
- This looks a lot more like stalking.

We read the book.

Don't deny that you're John Oldman.

I see.

I'm sorry. It's fiction.

Yes, I knew Art Jenkins. And yes, we
gathered at my cabin. And played a game.

A game. A bunch of eggheads
playing intellectual charades.

Maybe it went too far.

Art got angry and I guess
this was his response.

And it's my understanding that

things have not gone well for
him since its publication.

Early retirement. Laughed out of academia.

That can happen when you publish
a science fiction novel as fact.

You're saying it's all lies. That
Jenkins just made the whole thing up.

I'm saying that just because you
write a book and call it 'non-fiction'

doesn't make it true.

You're safe with us.

We respect you and want to
help you spread the word.

- What word?
- The word...

of God.

You think I'm trying to
spread the word of God?

- Aren't you?
- No!

I am a teacher, not a preacher.

Jesus was a teacher.

His last words were: "Go ye into
the world and teach all nations."

You said that.

Maybe in class. I teach the Bible.

You are the living embodiment
of Jesus Christ. You are Him.

Always have been, and still are.

That is... what's the word
I'm looking for? Nuts.

I'm not even Christian.

Were you, or were you not, Jesus?

Whatever it is you kids are looking for,
whatever it is you think I can tell you...

You're going to have to
find it somewhere else.

Alright, professor. Have a good life.

A good, long life.

Oh, shit.

What happened?

- What did you do?
- I just tried to keep him here.

So you killed him?

I didn't kill him. I tazed him.
He hit his head.

Is he breathing?


- Yeah, he's alive.
- You are a lunatic.

- We have to call an ambulance.
- Hang on, hang on. Wait.

What, you wanna make sure he's dead? You
wanna be the guy who killed the immortal?


- If Jenkins' story is true...
- Then he's been through a lot worse.

You are insane. We have
to get him to a doctor.


- What did you take?
- I'm sorry, I can't hear you.

- Art. Art Jenkins.
- Dr. Jenkins. What's up?

My car died. Piece of crap.

I'm broken down by
the side of the road.

You didn't let John leave, did you?
Please tell me you didn't.

He's still here. Where are you?

- I don't know. Red Bluff.
- That's about an hour away.

- His car broke down in Red Bluff.
- Where's that?

- Can you tell me exactly where you are?
- It's where the 99 meets the 5.

There's a motel, and a lot of dirt.

- Can't he just take an Uber?
- You guys go. I've got this.

Okay, Dr. Jenkins. We're
gonna come pick you up.

Just stay there. We're on our way.
We'll call when we're close, okay?

Okay. Thank you.

God dammit.

Okay, so is there anything
else that I should be doing?

How long 'til you get here?


Okay, okay, I'll see you soon. Thank you.

You guys go. Ambulance is on the way, okay?
And take the idiot with you.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I got it.

God, what's gonna happen when he wakes up?
He's gonna be so pissed.

Well, he forgave Judas.

Let's go.


You need to release me.


What am I doing here?

You've kidnapped me. Do you realize that?

We just wanted you to stay.

I wanted to go. So you knocked
me out and tied me to a chair.

Cut me loose. I'll leave.
You'll never hear from me again.

I'm sorry. I can't.

Yes you can. Just cut
the tape and walk away.

- Do you want something to drink?
- No.

Why are you doing this?


- I want to know the truth.
- You want to know the truth.

- Where are the others?
- They'll be back soon.

So is there a plan, or are
you guys just winging it?

I mean, am I going to be
tortured for information? I don't...

know where the bomb is hidden, I
don't have any gold treasure stashed.

- They just went to go get Dr. Jenkins.
- Art.

Art is an angry, bitter man. He does
not have our best interest at heart.

He only wants to talk to you.

I'm tied to a chair and
Art wants to talk to me.

I'm concerned for your safety.
You need to cut me loose.

Where do you worship, Philip?

I'm assuming that you worship
somewhere because you seem...

Will you please just stop talking? Please.

Wouldn't sitting here in
silence be much worse?

I don't know, okay? I'm
just trying to think.


It's the Jubilee Christian
Fellowship, my church.

I've heard of it. You live
locally with your mother, right?

She attends as well?


She knows where you are right now?

- She's at a retreat.
- What kind?

Transformation Conference. It's about...

preparing for the future.
Protecting the church.

So she's very involved. Both of you are.

Yeah, her mostly, 'cause
I'm busy with school.

You'll be more involved
after you graduate, right?

Look, I have questions, okay? I have
some questions. Will you answer them?

To the best of my ability.

- I want to...
- You want to talk about Jesus.


You believe the Bible as
the word of God, right?


How did you come to that belief?

Growing up, my dad drank.

He hit my mother, so we got out of there.

Some people took us in...

they brought us to the church,
and it saved us, really.

We were baptized. Born again.

And you now have a personal relationship
with Jesus Christ as your savior?

Yes sir, I do.

What would he want you to do now?

I don't know. Why don't you tell me?

- Who exactly do you think I am?
- I don't know.

I don't know. You're certainly the
best professor that I ever had.

And you know more about the
Bible than even Pastor Michaels,

plus every other religion besides.

Most of my teachers, they don't...

they won't...

acknowledge the central
truth of scripture. They...

believe that faith and science can't
co-exist and that's just not true.

That's not how you teach it.

That just means I'm a decent teacher.

I met Isabel freshman year.
It was in your Intro class.

She was the first one of us to
realize there's just something...

different about you.

The way you spoke.

- I mean, you saved that janitor's life.
- That was just CPR, you could do it.

- You talked that girl out of suicide.
- She just needed someone to hear her.

Yeah, but there's all the other
weird stuff, too. You know, like...

like how there's no
pictures of you anywhere.

There's no record of you online before
you started teaching at the school.

I've got my own reasons for wanting to
be very private these days. That's all.

I mean, on one hand...

what if God really did send His
son to Earth to spread his word.

Maybe you're exactly
how he'd do it, right?

Allow a man to live for thousands
and thousands of years...

traveling the world, collecting
all of this knowledge and wisdom,

and once he's got it, he starts preaching.

What he's saying is the truth,
so people grasp it right away.

It's like Christianity. It took over the
world in just a couple of hundred years.

- It makes a certain kind of sense.
- And you want to believe that story.

I'm not sure. Because...

if you are Jesus, then...

that means that the Bible is just...


I want to know the truth.
I need to know the truth. Can you...

just tell me the truth, please?

If I tell you the truth,
Philip, will you let me go?

Yeah, I guess so.

Okay, I want you to
listen very carefully.

Okay, just wait a second...

Two thousand years ago I
stood on a hill in Galilee...

and I spoke some basic spiritual
truths I'd picked up over the years.

And when the gospels were
written they called me Christ.

But frankly, the whole thing
got a lot bigger and went

in a very different direction
than I ever intended.

It got violent and scary and I took off.

I've kept my head down ever since...

and I have to move on far
more often than I would like.

But lately something's changed.

I'm getting lines in my face, grey hair.
I don't heal as fast as I used to.

I don't know if it's something
in the air, or in the water,

the food. Something
in my blood, or DNA...

or a ticking time bomb in my soul.
I feel different.

Are you dying?

I don't know. Maybe.
Maybe I'm just changing.

Into what?

If your time is limited,
it's more important

now than ever for
you to come forward.

For you to spread the word as only you can.

I've thought about it a
lot and I want to help.

There is so much pain and suffering.

The New Testament said that I would
return, but the truth is I never left.

The Book of Revelation says
that Jesus will rule over

this planet with his believers
for a thousand years.

Shouldn't there be a better way to help
people than ruling over them like a king?

But what about the Rapture, where
the dead in Christ will rise?

Why not bring them into the light now?
Why condemn them to darkness?

Because they've condemned
themselves to darkness.

That's harsh.

No it isn't. That's the fate of
those who haven't been saved.

The fate of those
who've abandoned their faith.

Everyone can be saved. Everyone
can find peace and love.

Why not create a Heaven on Earth, now?
We can help do that.

But right now I need your help.

- What can I do?
- It's time to cut me loose.

Yeah, okay.

Okay, what's your plan?

One step at a time.

If you're the son of God, why
can't you just cut yourself loose?

Son of Man. No magical powers.

Okay, you want a plan.

There are many paths
to enlightenment,

including the born again
experience that you've had.

- But there are equally valid paths.
- No there aren't.

It says in Matthew 18:3...

Jesus tells his disciples:
"Except ye be converted,

and become as little children, ye shall
not enter into the kingdom of Heaven."

There are other approaches to
enlightenment that have been practiced

time across the globe.

Why wouldn't we draw on that
experience, and that wisdom?

But do these other paths involve the
cleansing blood of Christ? Because...

The path is less important than the goal:

A personal transformation that
enables us to empathize with others...

and bring Heaven on Earth right now.

Rational humans have existed on
this planet for 200,000 years.

Right? The New Testament has only existed
for a fraction of that time, Philip.

No, no. This is liberal
theological nonsense.

- What, so you're a Methodist now?
- I'm not being clear...

Nah, you know what? I've had
a personal relationship with

Jesus Christ as my savior
for the past ten years now.

I think I know who Jesus
is, and I can tell you

right now that you don't
sound anything like him.

I don't know which translation of the
Bible you've read, whose version...

It's so seductive, isn't it?

It's so seductive. The desire
to believe you is so strong.

But if word of your existence got
out, if Isabel had her way and

people started worshipping you,
it would destroy the world.

I have no intention of starting a religion.

You're a real smooth
talker, Professor Young.

While you're certainly not Jesus, you do
remind me of someone else in the Bible.

Someone with miraculous
powers of persuasion.

Someone obsessed with
transforming the world,

overturning the true
message of the Bible.

You're not Jesus Christ.

You're the Anti-Christ.

Cut me loose, Philip, so we can
discuss this rationally, please.

Sure, yeah. Cut loose the Anti-Christ.
What harm could possibly come from that?

Why don't you listen to yourself?

A minute earlier you're prepared to
believe I'm Jesus, now I'm the Anti-Christ.

I'm not sure who you are.

Maybe you're just a regular guy
who's a really good story teller.

But you're the one who
claimed to be Jesus, and

right now you sound more
like the Great Deceiver.

Do you even know what the Anti-Christ is?
The concept doesn't exist in the Bible.

It's a distortion that
superstitious monks created

by pulling completely
unrelated passages together.

Now the word "Antichrist" appears
in the Epistles of John...

but it never refers to a single person.

You know that I'm talking about
the really bad guy from the.

Book of Revelation, whatever
medieval monks named him.

Okay. What malevolent creature

from the Book of Revelation
do I remotely resemble to you?

There's the seven-headed
Beast who is wounded to death.

His wounds miraculously heal.
You can do that.

The Beast blasphemes God and heaven,
much like your theology of many paths.

Ultimately everyone
left on earth is

worshiping him, and it seems like
you're pushing for a similar plan.

All that's missing is the 666.

You got any tattoos?

The nonsense about the Beast is
fantasy literature and nothing more.

You really don't believe
in the Bible, do you?

It's a book, written by people.

Whatever you are, you're a
serious enemy of the Bible,

and your message could have catastrophic
effects on the Christian faith.

- You are a threat.
- I just want to be left alone.

I don't believe you.

- I haven't lied to you once.
- Hah.

I have an idea. Let's have
a little test of faith.

- For me or for you?
- Both of us.

I know what I believe in.

Okay. So if I really am the Beast...

what do you think God
would have you do with me?

- Probably kill you.
- Then do it. Let's end this.

I didn't exactly say you
were the Anti-Christ.

I just said it could
be a possibility.

Well, that's good news.

If you're not going to kill
me for being the Beast,

you're going to have
to let me go sometime.

But there's still a possibility
that you could be Jesus

and I can't let you go until
I know one way or another.

- I already told you I was.
- That doesn't prove anything.

Then plunge your knife into
me and find out for sure.

If I'm Jesus I'll survive.
Or die and be reborn.

Maybe you're just a manipulative
story teller, and I'd be a murderer.

That's right.

But it still comes down to the
same choices: Stab me or let me go.

So just, stick this knife
in your eye or something?

Why not place it on my right side?

- Like the Roman soldier with the spear.
- Yes.

So you want me to stab you
right now as an act of faith.

I didn't say that.

- But what if I want to?
- Then you would be...



Professor Young?

Jesus Christ. What...

Hi, you've reached Philip.
Sorry I can't get to the

phone right now, but if you
leave your name, number...

No answer.

Philip, what's up? Where are you? We have
Dr. Jenkins, we're really close. Call me.

So what's your problem with him, anyway?

- Me?
- Yeah. What'd he ever do to you?

Aside from the fact that he ruined my life?
That problem?

Don't get salty, dude.

- What happened, Dr. Jenkins?
- Well, you read my book, Isabel. Yes?

You were all good
friends, academic peers...

He told you his story one night, then
"just kidding" and poof, he vanished.

I was angry. I felt betrayed.
We all felt betrayed.

And I left there that
evening, wanting to expose

him for the lunatic
that I thought he was.

So you became a ninja stalker.

I'd given up hope of finding
him until I saw your email.

But that doesn't explain how you
went from a skeptic to a believer.

I'm an archaeologist. I dug deep,
looking for the truth, but I...

couldn't disprove his fantastic story.

- So I published. And...
- Got run out of Dodge on a rail.

It sucks to be you.


No, I would agree.

I guess the ambulance
has already come and gone.

They left the front door open.
Maybe there's a note.

Start calling the hospitals. There
can't be that many in this town.

- Professor Young's truck is gone.
- Hello? Anybody home?

Still no answer. Philip, what's up?
Where are you?


- Look, there's blood.
- Oh, no.

Oh, shit.

Okay, okay. What went on here?

I don't know. Philip said
he was calling an ambulance.

You need to call the police.

- Hang on, we don't know what happened.
- That's why you need to call the police.

Philip might've done something stupid.

Don't touch that. You have to dial 911.

There's a broken chair and some blood.
We don't know what went on.

Two people and a car are missing.

- We have to find Philip.
- No, you have to call the p...

I'll do it.

Wait, wait, just one minute, alright?
I don't want to get in trouble, okay?

No one does.

Let's just think
about what happened.

If the ambulance came, then
Professor Young is in the hospital.

No. The paramedics would have
stopped the bleeding down here.

There wouldn't be a blood trail all
the way up the stairs right there.

- We're not criminals.
- No, no, you have no choice.

If the cops come, then we all get
arrested, okay? Forget college,

forget everything. Our lives
are totally over, period.

But where are they?

Do you think Professor Young killed Philip?

- No way.
- Maybe Philip killed Professor Young.

Now that is impossible. Because he
would have had to cut his head off.

And there's not enough
blood in here for that.

- That's a little graphic.
- Maybe they both just drove away together.

- After having a knife fight?
- Or a ritual sacrifice?

Okay, Professor Young was leaving...
Maybe he just left.

No, because the Van
Gogh is still upstairs.

It doesn't make sense that he would
leave it behind, after all these years.

Okay, listen.

Tara, why don't you and Dr. Jenkins
call all the hospitals, see if he's there.

Liko and I will stay here,
figure out what to do with this.

Sound like a plan.




Oh, my god.

Well, I got your letter, obviously.

I was surprised to hear from you,
to say the least. And a letter.

Technology is not my friend these days.

- It was a lot of absorb, John.
- I know.

How are you feeling?

Still sore. I'm not used to being
injured for an extended period of time.

It's only been six weeks.

I've had much worse, and I'm
usually up in a couple of days.

- This is different, Harry.
- How so?

I don't know. But I
hope I'll find out soon.

I like the beard. Reminds
me of a Schauzer I had once.

- Ouch.
- Ouch.

No, no. I got it.


- So you're living here?
- Yes.

- How much longer?
- I don't know.

I think I found a name for myself, Harry.
A classification.

- 'Holocene Man'.
- Your dates are a little off.

The Holocene only goes back twelve
thousand years. And you, you're...

Oh, I know.

I saw the ice melt, watched
the birth of the epoch.

Yeah, well, the scientific
community is starting to

coalesce around the idea
that the Holocene's over.

We're now living in the Anthropocene.

The impact of man's
activities on the planet

being so severe it's
changed it permanently,

creating a whole new epoch.

That would explain a thing
or two about my condition.

End of an era.

Oh, John. C'mon, don't talk like that.

Well, everything ends. And
apparently, nobody lives forever.

What is it?

John, I didn't do this, come here,
for any reason, except you asked.

But, since we're here, and since we're
talking. I could really use your help.

It's my dad. He's been sick for a while.
And now...

Would you be willing to come home with me?
Just for a while?

I think he would
really like to meet you.

I'll go check my calendar. But
I think I'm free. Let's go.

Dr. Jenkins? Angelo Garcetti, FBI.

FBI. What can I do for you?

I was hoping we could talk about John
Young, aka John Oldman, aka John Magdel.

Yeah, yeah. I know who you mean.

I don't know where he is, if
that's what you want to know.

Oh, I'm aware of that. If you knew
where he was, I'd know where he was.

Oh. Is that so?

Do you think he
kidnapped Philip Nichols?

I hope not. I'd hate
to think he'd hurt a kid.

You have reason to believe
he's capable of violence?

He hunts large animals
with a bow and arrow,

and he butchers them
with his own hands.

- I have no idea what he's capable of.
- I see.

You've said this main
claims to be immortal?

Sometimes he claims it,
sometimes he denies it.

Do you think it's true?

I don't know anymore. Maybe
he's just older than he looks.

You describe him as over six feet,
thin, with dark hair and eyes.


- Why? What's it to you?
- It's a cold case.

Crazy thing. His description
matches a guy, died years ago.

But witnesses keep placing him
at the scene of violent crimes.

Sick, twisted stuff, nightmares.

Always a different name, different
place, but the same description.

I don't think John would
hurt people intentionally.

But he is certainly a
skilled identity fabricator.

Maybe so.

But an immortal,
identity-changing serial killer...

Do you think such a
thing could exist?

I think...

anything is possible.

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