"Christ, shackled to a stone, is being scourged by Roman soldiers. Blood runs down his gory back. His pain is palpable. Jesus: [writhes in pain, hands shaking] [Cell phone rings.] Jesus: [hands shake furiously] [Cell phone rings. Caviezel looks up, sheepish.] Roman soldier: Jim? That you? Jesus: Yeah. [Cell phone rings.] Soldier: Want me to get it? Jesus: Yeah. [Roman soldier gingerly reaches into Caviezel's blood-soaked loincloth, pulls out phone and opens it, then holds the phone to Caviezel's ear.] Off Camera: [laughter] Jesus: Hey, Mom.

"Jesus hangs on the cross, bloodied, in agony. Take 3 Jesus: My God, my God, why hast thou – [laughing] Off Camera: [laughter] Forsaken! Take 4 Jesus: Thanks! Okay. My God, my God, why hast thou – [starts giggling] Off Camera: [laughter] Take 10 Jesus: I got it. I got it. Hold on. My God, my God, why hast thou – argh! [takes breath] Forsaken. Forsaken. Forsaken. Forsaken. Forsaken. Sabachthani, sabachthani, sabachthani. Okay. Take 12 Jesus: Hey! I can see my house from here. Take 14 Jesus: My God! Why have you – [Caviezel is struck by lightning.] Off Camera: Cut!