In true TV speak, we'll come back to that later. But first this: at the end of the third part of The Passion, Jesus had just died on the cross. It was dramatic, moving and incredibly powerful. The final part picks up from where we left Jesus on Good Friday: dead.
As the disciples are busy cowering away in that small room, arguing over whether they've wasted three years of their lives (told you they were a disunderstanding), it is Joseph of Arimathea who does the decent thing in arranging for the burial.
Time passes - in a matter of televisual seconds - and we pick up the action on Sunday morning, with Mary Magdalene coming to an empty tomb. Fleeing to tell the disciples, they return to the crime scene, pick up the shroud and openly grieve. Who could do such a thing?
Left alone, so the word can be spread, Mary grieves, only to be comforted by a big burly man, with a familiar voice. Yes, this is The Passion's Doctor Who moment.
Suddenly Jesus is a very different man. At this point, we are led to believe that, just as Christopher Eccleston became David Tennant, Jesus is quite literally a new creation.
As news filters throughout Jerusalem, Caiaphas calls in Joseph for a friendly chat about where he's put the body. There's no good cop, bad cop routine from him. He is genuinely furious.
But it is thanks to two of the disciples, who meet another Jesus on the road, that suddenly everything becomes clear. Well, kind of. This stranger breaks bread, reciting that first communion, and suddenly he's Joesph Mawle's Jesus again. It's like having a pair of glasses that puts everything back into focus.
