So what am I supposed to do?  Lazarus walks around, freely telling everyone what a--what a hero--this, this, this Jesus is!  And Annas... pushing, pushing, pushing.  I'm supposed to uphold the office of the high priest. 
I can't; No, I won't--I won't be the one--it won't be me who loses this place.  How could we go on as a people?  The Romans will run right over us if I don't...  if I don't...  If I don't what?  If I don't, take care of things.  There's only one way to "take care of things," so that our lives, our ways, our people are preserved. 
The storm keeps building, and the carpenter just won't go away.  Not by himself, he just won't go away.