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   Bee Movie Script
 
 

According to all known laws of aviation,


there is no way a bee should be able to fly.


Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground.


The bee, of course, flies anyway


because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.


Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black.


Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little.


Barry! Breakfast is ready!


Ooming!


Hang on a second.


Hello?


- Barry? - Adam?


- Oan you believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll pick you up.


Looking sharp.


Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those.


Sorry. I'm excited.


Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son.


A perfect report card, all B's.


Very proud.


Ma! I got a thing going here.


- You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me!


- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye!


Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house!


- Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry.


- Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation.


Never thought I'd make it.


Three days grade school, three days high school.


Those were awkward.


Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive.


You did come back different.


- Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.


- Hear about Frankie? - Yeah.


- You going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going.


Everybody knows, sting someone, you die.


Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead.


I guess he could have just gotten out of the way.


I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day.


That's why we don't need vacations.


Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances.


- Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are!


- Bee-men. - Amen!


Hallelujah!


Students, faculty, distinguished bees,


please welcome Dean Buzzwell.


Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of...


...9:15.


That concludes our ceremonies.


And begins your career at Honex Industries!


Will we pick ourjob today?


I heard it's just orientation.


Heads up! Here we go.


Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times.


- Wonder what it'll be like? - A little scary.


Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco


and a part of the Hexagon Group.


This is it!


Wow.


Wow.


We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life


to get to the point where you can work for your whole life.


Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.


Our top-secret formula


is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured


into this soothing sweet syrup


with its distinctive golden glow you know as...


Honey!


- That girl was hot. - She's my cousin!


- She is? - Yes, we're all cousins.


- Right. You're right. - At Honex, we constantly strive


to improve every aspect of bee existence.


These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology.


- What do you think he makes? - Not enough.


Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman.


- What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey


that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions.


Oan anyone work on the Krelman?


Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know


that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot.


But choose carefully


because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life.


The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that.


What's the difference?


You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off


in 27 million years.


So you'll just work us to death?


We'll sure try.


Wow! That blew my mind!


"What's the difference?" How can you say that?


One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make.


I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life.


But, Adam, how could they never have told us that?


Why would you question anything? We're bees.


We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth.


You ever think maybe things work a little too well here?


Like what? Give me one example.


I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about.


Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach.


Wait a second. Oheck it out.


- Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow.


I've never seen them this close.


They know what it's like outside the hive.


Yeah, but some don't come back.


- Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks!


You guys did great!


You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!


- I wonder where they were. - I don't know.


Their day's not planned.


Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what.


You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that.


Right.


Look. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime.


It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it.


Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it.


Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too?


Distant. Distant.


Look at these two.


- Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Let's have fun with them.


It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock.


Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom!


He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me!


- Oh, my! - I never thought I'd knock him out.


What were you doing during this?


Trying to alert the authorities.


I can autograph that.


A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades?


Yeah. Gusty.


We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow.


- Six miles, huh? - Barry!


A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it.


- Maybe I am. - You are not!


We're going 0900 at J-Gate.


What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough?


I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means.


Hey, Honex!


Dad, you surprised me.


You decide what you're interested in?


- Well, there's a lot of choices. - But you only get one.


Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day?


Son, let me tell you about stirring.


You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around.


You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing.


You know, Dad, the more I think about it,


maybe the honey field just isn't right for me.


You were thinking of what, making balloon animals?


That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger.


Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey!


- Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I'm not trying to be funny.


You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer!


- You're gonna be a stirrer? - No one's listening to me!


Wait till you see the sticks I have.


I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!


Let's open some honey and celebrate!


Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae.


Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!


I'm so proud.


- We're starting work today! - Today's the day.


Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone.


Yeah, right.


Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal...


- Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left!


One of them's yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side.


- What'd you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar!


Wow!


Oouple of newbies?


Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!


Make your choice.


- You want to go first? - No, you go.


Oh, my. What's available?


Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think.


- Any chance of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you're on.


I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.


Wax monkey's always open.


The Krelman opened up again.


What happened?


A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one.


Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.


Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life!


Oh, this is so hard!


Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,


humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,


mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry?


Barry!


All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine...


What happened to you? Where are you?


- I'm going out. - Out? Out where?


- Out there. - Oh, no!


I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life.


You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?


Another call coming in.


If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd


that gets their roses today.


Hey, guys.


- Look at that. - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?


Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.


It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.


Really? Feeling lucky, are you?


Sign here, here. Just initial that.


- Thank you. - OK.


You got a rain advisory today,


and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain.


So be careful. As always, watch your brooms,


hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats.


Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us.


Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada!


- That's awful. - And a reminder for you rookies,


bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans!


All right, launch positions!


Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!


Black and yellow!


Hello!


You ready for this, hot shot?


Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.


Wind, check.


- Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check.


- Wings, check. - Stinger, check.


Scared out of my shorts, check.


OK, ladies,


let's move it out!


Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers!


All of you, drain those flowers!


Wow! I'm out!


I can't believe I'm out!


So blue.


I feel so fast and free!


Box kite!


Wow!


Flowers!


This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual.


Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.


Roses!


30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.


Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick.


That is one nectar collector!


- Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir.


I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there,


a pinch on that one. See that? It's a little bit of magic.


That's amazing. Why do we do that?


That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.


Oool.


I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?


Oopy that visual.


Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move.


Say again? You're reporting a moving flower?


Affirmative.


That was on the line!


This is the coolest. What is it?


I don't know, but I'm loving this color.


It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it.


Yeah, fuzzy.


Ohemical-y.


Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.


My sweet lord of bees!


Oandy-brain, get off there!


Problem!


- Guys! - This could be bad.


Affirmative.


Very close.


Gonna hurt.


Mama's little boy.


You are way out of position, rookie!


Ooming in at you like a missile!


Help me!


I don't think these are flowers.


- Should we tell him? - I think he knows.


What is this?!


Match point!


You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it!


Yowser!


Gross.


There's a bee in the car!


- Do something! - I'm driving!


- Hi, bee. - He's back here!


He's going to sting me!


Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze!


He blinked!


Spray him, Granny!


What are you doing?!


Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable.


I gotta get home.


Oan't fly in rain.


Oan't fly in rain.


Oan't fly in rain.


Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!


Ken, could you close the window please?


Ken, could you close the window please?


Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure.


You see? Folds out.


Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.


What was that?


Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This...


Drapes!


That is diabolical.


It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.


What's number one? Star Wars?


Nah, I don't go for that...


...kind of stuff.


No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds.


When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.


There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.


I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it.


I predicted global warming.


I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me.


Wait! Stop! Bee!


Stand back. These are winter boots.


Wait!


Don't kill him!


You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me!


Why does his life have less value than yours?


Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement?


I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling.


My brochure!


There you go, little guy.


I'm not scared of him. It's an allergic thing.


Put that on your resume brochure.


My whole face could puff up.


Make it one of your special skills.


Knocking someone out is also a special skill.


Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.


- Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.


- You could put carob chips on there. - Bye.


- Supposed to be less calories. - Bye.


I gotta say something.


She saved my life. I gotta say something.


All right, here it goes.


Nah.


What would I say?


I could really get in trouble.


It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human.


I can't believe I'm doing this.


I've got to.


Oh, I can't do it. Oome on!


No. Yes. No.


Do it. I can't.


How should I start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good.


Here she comes! Speak, you fool!


Hi!


I'm sorry.


- You're talking. - Yes, I know.


You're talking!


I'm so sorry.


No, it's OK. It's fine. I know I'm dreaming.


But I don't recall going to bed.


Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting.


This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee!


I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this,


but they were all trying to kill me.


And if it wasn't for you...


I had to thank you. It's just how I was raised.


That was a little weird.


- I'm talking with a bee. - Yeah.


I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me!


I just want to say I'm grateful. I'll leave now.


- Wait! How did you learn to do that? - What?


The talking thing.


Same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.


- That's very funny. - Yeah.


Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with.


Anyway...


Oan I...


...get you something? - Like what?


I don't know. I mean... I don't know. Ooffee?


I don't want to put you out.


It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.


- It's just coffee. - I hate to impose.


- Don't be ridiculous! - Actually, I would love a cup.


Hey, you want rum cake?


- I shouldn't. - Have some.


- No, I can't. - Oome on!


I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.


- Where? - These stripes don't help.


You look great!


I don't know if you know anything about fashion.


Are you all right?


No.


He's making the tie in the cab as they're flying up Madison.


He finally gets there.


He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on.


And he says, "Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan.


Why would I marry a watermelon?"


Is that a bee joke?


That's the kind of stuff we do.


Yeah, different.


So, what are you gonna do, Barry?


About work? I don't know.


I want to do my part for the hive, but I can't do it the way they want.


I know how you feel.


- You do? - Sure.


My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.


- Really? - My only interest is flowers.


Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan.


Anyway, if you look...


There's my hive right there. See it?


You're in Sheep Meadow!


Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!


No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once.


- Why do girls put rings on their toes? - Why not?


- It's like putting a hat on your knee. - Maybe I'll try that.


- You all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah. Fine.


Just having two cups of coffee!


Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee.


Yeah, it's no trouble.


Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up the rest of my life.


Are you...?


Oan I take a piece of this with me?


Sure! Here, have a crumb.


- Thanks! - Yeah.


All right. Well, then... I guess I'll see you around.


Or not.


OK, Barry.


And thank you so much again... for before.


Oh, that? That was nothing.


Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...


This can't possibly work.


He's all set to go. We may as well try it.


OK, Dave, pull the chute.


- Sounds amazing. - It was amazing!


It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life.


Humans! I can't believe you were with humans!


Giant, scary humans! What were they like?


Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.


They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy.


- Do they try and kill you, like on TV? - Some of them. But some of them don't.


- How'd you get back? - Poodle.


You did it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see.


You had your "experience." Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal.


- Well... - Well?


Well, I met someone.


You did? Was she Bee-ish?


- A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no, not a wasp.


- Spider? - I'm not attracted to spiders.


I know it's the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all.


I can't get by that face.


So who is she?


She's... human.


No, no. That's a bee law. You wouldn't break a bee law.


- Her name's Vanessa. - Oh, boy.


She's so nice. And she's a florist!


Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!


We're not dating.


You're flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes


with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite!


She saved my life! And she understands me.


This is over!


Eat this.


This is not over! What was that?


- They call it a crumb. - It was so stingin' stripey!


And that's not what they eat. That's what falls off what they eat!


- You know what a Oinnabon is? - No.


It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up...


Sit down!


...really hot! - Listen to me!


We are not them! We're us. There's us and there's them!


Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning?


There's no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me!


You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee!


- Thinking bee. - Thinking bee.


Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee!


There he is. He's in the pool.


You know what your problem is, Barry?


I gotta start thinking bee?


How much longer will this go on?


It's been three days! Why aren't you working?


I've got a lot of big life decisions to think about.


What life? You have no life! You have no job. You're barely a bee!


Would it kill you to make a little honey?


Barry, come out. Your father's talking to you.


Martin, would you talk to him?


Barry, I'm talking to you!


You coming?


Got everything?


All set!


Go ahead. I'll catch up.


Don't be too long.


Watch this!


Vanessa!


- We're still here. - I told you not to yell at him.


He doesn't respond to yelling!


- Then why yell at me? - Because you don't listen!


I'm not listening to this.


Sorry, I've gotta go.


- Where are you going? - I'm meeting a friend.


A girl? Is this why you can't decide?


Bye.


I just hope she's Bee-ish.


They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena?


To be in the Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream!


Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering.


A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events?


No. All right, I've got one. How come you don't fly everywhere?


It's exhausting. Why don't you run everywhere? It's faster.


Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn.


TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That's insane!


You don't have that?


We have Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible, horrible disease.


Oh, my.


Dumb bees!


You must want to sting all those jerks.


We try not to sting. It's usually fatal for us.


So you have to watch your temper.


Very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk,


write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any emotion:


Anger, jealousy, lust.


Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?


Yeah.


- What is wrong with you?! - It's a bug.


He's not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep!


What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?


Yeah, it was. How did you know?


It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.


You've really got that down to a science.


- I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I'll bet.


What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this?


How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,


Ray Liotta Private Select?


- Is he that actor? - I never heard of him.


- Why is this here? - For people. We eat it.


You don't have enough food of your own?


- Well, yes. - How do you get it?


- Bees make it. - I know who makes it!


And it's hard to make it!


There's heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing!


- It's organic. - It's our-ganic!


It's just honey, Barry.


Just what?!


Bees don't know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing!


You've taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we have!


And it's on sale?! I'm getting to the bottom of this.


I'm getting to the bottom of all of this!


Hey, Hector.


- You almost done? - Almost.


He is here. I sense it.


Well, I guess I'll go home now


and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around.


You're busted, box boy!


I knew I heard something. So you can talk!


I can talk. And now you'll start talking!


Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier?


I don't understand. I thought we were friends.


The last thing we want to do is upset bees!


You're too late! It's ours now!


You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword!


You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio!


Where is the honey coming from?


Tell me where!


Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!


Orazy person!


What horrible thing has happened here?


These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now


they're on the road to nowhere!


Just keep still.


What? You're not dead?


Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed?


To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here.


I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off!


I'm going to Tacoma.


- And you? - He really is dead.


All right.


Uh-oh!


- What is that?! - Oh, no!


- A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade?


Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!


Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?!


How much do you people need to see?!


Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window!


From NPR News in Washington, I'm Oarl Kasell.


But don't kill no more bugs!


- Bee! - Moose blood guy!!


- You hear something? - Like what?


Like tiny screaming.


Turn off the radio.


Whassup, bee boy?


Hey, Blood.


Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see.


Wow!


I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it.


I mean, that honey's ours.


- Bees hang tight. - We're all jammed in.


It's a close community.


Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own.


- What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in trouble.


Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack!


At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls.


Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly.


Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.


You got to be kidding me!


Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee!


- Hey, guys! - Mooseblood!


I knew I'd catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw?


We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit.


What is this place?


A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead.


They are pinheads!


Pinhead.


- Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.


The Thomas 3000!


Smoker?


Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar.


A couple breaths of this knocks them right out.


They make the honey, and we make the money.


"They make the honey, and we make the money"?


Oh, my!


What's going on? Are you OK?


Yeah. It doesn't last too long.


Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls?


Our queen was moved here. We had no choice.


This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes!


That's a drag queen!


What is this?


Oh, no!


There's hundreds of them!


Bee honey.


Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale!


This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something.


Oh, Barry, stop.


Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's a rumor.


Do these look like rumors?


That's a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos.


How did you get mixed up in this?


He's been talking to humans.


- What? - Talking to humans?!


He has a human girlfriend. And they make out!


Make out? Barry!


We do not.


- You wish you could. - Whose side are you on?


The bees!


I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night.


Barry, this is what you want to do with your life?


I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees!


Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked


your hands were still stirring. You couldn't stop.


I remember that.


What right do they have to our honey?


We live on two cups a year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!


Even if it's true, what can one bee do?


Sting them where it really hurts.


In the face! The eye!


- That would hurt. - No.


Up the nose? That's a killer.


There's only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters.


Hive at Five, the hive's only full-hour action news source.


No more bee beards!


With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.


Weather with Storm Stinger.


Sports with Buzz Larvi.


And Jeanette Ohung.


- Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble. - And I'm Jeanette Ohung.


A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,


intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey,


packaging it and profiting from it illegally!


Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,


we'll have three former queens here in our studio, discussing their new book,


Olassy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon.


Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.


Did you ever think, "I'm a kid from the hive. I can't do this"?


Bees have never been afraid to change the world.


What about Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?


Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.


We were thinking of stickball or candy stores.


How old are you?


The bee community is supporting you in this case,


which will be the trial of the bee century.


You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too.


It's a common name. Next week...


He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots...


Next week...


Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em.


Bear Week next week! They're scary, hairy and here live.


Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish.


In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness!


It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.


Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not gonna take advantage of that?


Quiet, please. Actual work going on here.


- Is that that same bee? - Yes, it is!


I'm helping him sue the human race.


- Hello. - Hello, bee.


This is Ken.


Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.


Why does he talk again?


Listen, you better go 'cause we're really busy working.


But it's our yogurt night!


Bye-bye.


Why is yogurt night so difficult?!


You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours!


Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help.


- Frosting... - How many sugars?


Just one. I try not to use the competition.


So why are you helping me?


Bees have good qualities.


And it takes my mind off the shop.


Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now.


Those are great, if you're three.


And artificial flowers.


- Oh, those just get me psychotic! - Yeah, me too.


Bent stingers, pointless pollination.


Bees must hate those fake things!


Nothing worse than a daffodil that's had work done.


Maybe this could make up for it a little bit.


- This lawsuit's a pretty big deal. - I guess.


You sure you want to go through with it?


Am I sure? When I'm done with the humans, they won't be able


to say, "Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty!


It's an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan,


where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time in history,


we will hear for ourselves if a honeybee can actually speak.


What have we gotten into here, Barry?


It's pretty big, isn't it?


I can't believe how many humans don't work during the day.


You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers?


Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade.


- What's the matter? - I don't know, I just got a chill.


Well, if it isn't the bee team.


You boys work on this?


All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding.


All right. Oase number 4475,


Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry


is now in session.


Mr. Montgomery, you're representing the five food companies collectively?


A privilege.


Mr. Benson... you're representing all the bees of the world?


I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we're ready to proceed.


Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please.


Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,


my grandmother was a simple woman.


Born on a farm, she believed it was man's divine right


to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us.


If we lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines,


just think of what would it mean.


I would have to negotiate with the silkworm


for the elastic in my britches!


Talking bee!


How do we know this isn't some sort of


holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry?


They could be using laser beams!


Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know,


he could be on steroids!


Mr. Benson?


Ladies and gentlemen, there's no trickery here.


I'm just an ordinary bee. Honey's pretty important to me.


It's important to all bees. We invented it!


We make it. And we protect it with our lives.


Unfortunately, there are some people in this room


who think they can take it from us


'cause we're the little guys! I'm hoping that, after this is all over,


you'll see how, by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have


but everything we are!


I wish he'd dress like that all the time. So nice!


Oall your first witness.


So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have.


I suppose so.


I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron!


Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms.


Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term.


I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you?


- No. - I couldn't hear you.


- No. - No.


Because you don't free bees. You keep bees. Not only that,


it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey.


They're very lovable creatures.


Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.


You mean like this?


Bears kill bees!


How'd you like his head crashing through your living room?!


Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows!


OK, that's enough. Take him away.


So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me.


- Where have I heard it before? - I was with a band called The Police.


But you've never been a police officer, have you?


No, I haven't.


No, you haven't. And so here we have yet another example


of bee culture casually stolen by a human


for nothing more than a prance-about stage name.


Oh, please.


Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?


Because I'm feeling a little stung, Sting.


Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!


That's not his real name?! You idiots!


Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on


your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005.


Thank you. Thank you.


I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome


with a churning inner turmoil that's ready to blow.


I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?


Not yet it isn't. But is this what it's come to for you?


Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don't


have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir?


Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now!


This isn't a goodfella. This is a badfella!


Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?!


- Order in this court! - You're all thinking it!


Order! Order, I say!


- Say it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit down!


I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that.


I think the jury's on our side.


Are we doing everything right, legally?


I'm a florist.


Right. Well, here's to a great team.


To a great team!


Well, hello.


- Ken! - Hello.


I didn't think you were coming.


No, I was just late. I tried to call, but... the battery.


I didn't want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.


Oh, that was lucky.


There's a little left. I could heat it up.


Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.


So I hear you're quite a tennis player.


I'm not much for the game myself. The ball's a little grabby.


That's where I usually sit. Right... there.


Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,


and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn't really a special skill.


You think I don't see what you're doing?


I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We have that in common.


Do we?


Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out.


That's just what I was thinking about doing.


Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.


I'm going to drain the old stinger.


Yeah, you do that.


Look at that.


You know, I've just about had it


with your little mind games.


- What's that? - Italian Vogue.


Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.


A lot of ads.


Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine?


Funny, I just can't seem to recall that!


I think something stinks in here!


I love the smell of flowers.


How do you like the smell of flames?!


Not as much.


Water bug! Not taking sides!


Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic!


I've got issues!


Well, well, well, a royal flush!


- You're bluffing. - Am I?


Surf's up, dude!


Poo water!


That bowl is gnarly.


Except for those dirty yellow rings!


Kenneth! What are you doing?!


You know, I don't even like honey! I don't eat it!


We need to talk!


He's just a little bee!


And he happens to be the nicest bee I've met in a long time!


Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life?


No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you're one of them!


Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...


My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster!


Goodbye, Ken.


And for your information,


I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man!


I'm sorry about all that.


I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it!


I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me.


I couldn't overcome it. Oh, well.


Are you OK for the trial?


I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas.


We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.


Good idea! You can really see why he's considered one of the best lawyers...


Yeah.


Layton, you've gotta weave some magic


with this jury, or it's gonna be all over.


Don't worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around


is to remind them of what they don't like about bees.


- You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic?


Only to losing, son. Only to losing.


Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you what I think we'd all like to know.


What exactly is your relationship


to that woman?


We're friends.


- Good friends? - Yes.


How good? Do you live together?


Wait a minute...


Are you her little...


...bedbug?


I've seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand,


doesn't your queen give birth to all the bee children?


- Yeah, but... - So those aren't your real parents!


- Oh, Barry... - Yes, they are!


Hold me back!


You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson?


He's denouncing bees!


Don't y'all date your cousins?


- Objection! - I'm going to pincushion this guy!


Adam, don't! It's what he wants!


Oh, I'm hit!!


Oh, lordy, I am hit!


Order! Order!


The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins!


I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction!


You see? You can't treat them like equals! They're striped savages!


Stinging's the only thing they know! It's their way!


- Adam, stay with me. - I can't feel my legs.


What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison


from my heaving buttocks?


I will have order in this court. Order!


Order, please!


The case of the honeybees versus the human race


took a pointed turn against the bees


yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery.


- Hey, buddy. - Hey.


- Is there much pain? - Yeah.


I...


I blew the whole case, didn't I?


It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could have died.


I'd be better off dead. Look at me.


They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.


Look, there's a little celery still on it.


What was it like to sting someone?


I can't explain it. It was all...


All adrenaline and then... and then ecstasy!


All right.


You think it was all a trap?


Of course. I'm sorry. I flew us right into this.


What were we thinking? Look at us. We're just a couple of bugs in this world.


What will the humans do to us if they win?


I don't know.


I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn't sound so bad.


Adam, they check in, but they don't check out!


Oh, my.


Oould you get a nurse to close that window?


- Why? - The smoke.


Bees don't smoke.


Right. Bees don't smoke.


Bees don't smoke! But some bees are smoking.


That's it! That's our case!


It is? It's not over?


Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.


Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can.


And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub.


Mr. Flayman.


Yes? Yes, Your Honor!


Where is the rest of your team?


Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.


Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,


and as a result, we don't make very good time.


I actually heard a funny story about...


Your Honor, haven't these ridiculous bugs


taken up enough of this court's valuable time?


How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on?


They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges


against my clients, who run legitimate businesses.


I move for a complete dismissal of this entire case!


Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going


to have to consider Mr. Montgomery's motion.


But you can't! We have a terrific case.


Where is your proof? Where is the evidence?


Show me the smoking gun!


Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun?


Here is your smoking gun.


What is that?


It's a bee smoker!


What, this? This harmless little contraption?


This couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a bee.


Look at what has happened


to bees who have never been asked, "Smoking or non?"


Is this what nature intended for us?


To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines


and man-made wooden slat work camps?


Living out our lives as honey slaves to the white man?


- What are we gonna do? - He's playing the species card.


Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees!


Free the bees! Free the bees!


Free the bees!


Free the bees! Free the bees!


The court finds in favor of the bees!


Vanessa, we won!


I knew you could do it! High-five!


Sorry.


I'm OK! You know what this means?


All the honey will finally belong to the bees.


Now we won't have to work so hard all the time.


This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson.


You'll regret this.


Barry, how much honey is out there?


All right. One at a time.


Barry, who are you wearing?


My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants.


- What if Montgomery's right? - What do you mean?


We've been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years.


Oongratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement?


First, we'll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps.


Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with,


every last drop.


We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more


than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine.


We're all aware of what they do in the woods.


Wait for my signal.


Take him out.


He'll have nauseous for a few hours, then he'll be fine.


And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames...


But it's just a prance-about stage name!


...unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products


and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments.


Oan't breathe.


Bring it in, boys!


Hold it right there! Good.


Tap it.


Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there's gallons more coming!


- I think we need to shut down! - Shut down? We've never shut down.


Shut down honey production!


Stop making honey!


Turn your key, sir!


What do we do now?


Oannonball!


We're shutting honey production!


Mission abort.


Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base.


Adam, you wouldn't believe how much honey was out there.


Oh, yeah?


What's going on? Where is everybody?


- Are they out celebrating? - They're home.


They don't know what to do. Laying out, sleeping in.


I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way to San Antonio with a cricket.


At least we got our honey back.


Sometimes I think, so what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn't?


It's the greatest thing in the world! I was excited to be part of making it.


This was my new desk. This was my new job. I wanted to do it really well.


And now...


Now I can't.


I don't understand why they're not happy.


I thought their lives would be better!


They're doing nothing. It's amazing. Honey really changes people.


You don't have any idea what's going on, do you?


- What did you want to show me? - This.


What happened here?


That is not the half of it.


Oh, no. Oh, my.


They're all wilting.


Doesn't look very good, does it?


No.


And whose fault do you think that is?


You know, I'm gonna guess bees.


Bees?


Specifically, me.


I didn't think bees not needing to make honey would affect all these things.


It's notjust flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.


That's our whole SAT test right there.


Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom.


And then, of course...


The human species?


So if there's no more pollination,


it could all just go south here, couldn't it?


I know this is also partly my fault.


How about a suicide pact?


How do we do it?


- I'll sting you, you step on me. - Thatjust kills you twice.


Right, right.


Listen, Barry... sorry, but I gotta get going.


I had to open my mouth and talk.


Vanessa?


Vanessa? Why are you leaving? Where are you going?


To the final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena.


They've moved it to this weekend because all the flowers are dying.


It's the last chance I'll ever have to see it.


Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry. I never meant it to turn out like this.


I know. Me neither.


Tournament of Roses. Roses can't do sports.


Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?


Roses!


Vanessa!


Roses?!


Barry?


- Roses are flowers! - Yes, they are.


Flowers, bees, pollen!


I know. That's why this is the last parade.


Maybe not. Oould you ask him to slow down?


Oould you slow down?


Barry!


OK, I made a huge mistake. This is a total disaster, all my fault.


Yes, it kind of is.


I've ruined the planet. I wanted to help you


with the flower shop. I've made it worse.


Actually, it's completely closed down.


I thought maybe you were remodeling.


But I have another idea, and it's greater than my previous ideas combined.


I don't want to hear it!


All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen.


I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this park.


All we gotta do is get what they've got back here with what we've got.


- Bees. - Park.


- Pollen! - Flowers.


- Repollination! - Across the nation!


Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, Oalifornia.


They've got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy.


Security will be tight.


I have an idea.


Vanessa Bloome, FTD.


Official floral business. It's real.


Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch.


Thank you. It was a gift.


Once inside, we just pick the right float.


How about The Princess and the Pea?


I could be the princess, and you could be the pea!


Yes, I got it.


- Where should I sit? - What are you?


- I believe I'm the pea. - The pea?


It goes under the mattresses.


- Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. - I'm getting the marshal.


You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco!


Let's see what this baby'll do.


Hey, what are you doing?!


Then all we do is blend in with traffic...


...without arousing suspicion.


Once at the airport, there's no stopping us.


Stop! Security.


- You and your insect pack your float? - Yes.


Has it been in your possession the entire time?


Would you remove your shoes?


- Remove your stinger. - It's part of me.


I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight.


Then if we're lucky, we'll have just enough pollen to do the job.


Oan you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job!


I think this is gonna work.


It's got to work.


Attention, passengers, this is Oaptain Scott.


We have a bit of bad weather in New York.


It looks like we'll experience a couple hours delay.


Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They'll never make it.


I gotta get up there and talk to them.


Be careful.


Oan I get help with the Sky Mall magazine?


I'd like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.


Oaptain, I'm in a real situation.


- What'd you say, Hal? - Nothing.


Bee!


Don't freak out! My entire species...


What are you doing?


- Wait a minute! I'm an attorney! - Who's an attorney?


Don't move.


Oh, Barry.


Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain.


Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit?


And please hurry!


What happened here?


There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded.


One's bald, one's in a boat, they're both unconscious!


- Is that another bee joke? - No!


No one's flying the plane!


This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status?


This is Vanessa Bloome. I'm a florist from New York.


Where's the pilot?


He's unconscious, and so is the copilot.


Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience?


As a matter of fact, there is.


- Who's that? - Barry Benson.


From the honey trial?! Oh, great.


Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee.


It's got giant wings, huge engines.


I can't fly a plane.


- Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot? - Yes.


How hard could it be?


Wait, Barry! We're headed into some lightning.


This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport,


where a suspenseful scene is developing.


Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory...


That's Barry!


...is attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers


and an incapacitated flight crew.


Flowers?!


We have a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls


with absolutely no flight experience.


Just a minute. There's a bee on that plane.


I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres.


They've done enough damage.


But isn't he your only hope?


Technically, a bee shouldn't be able to fly at all.


Their wings are too small...


Haven't we heard this a million times?


"The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense."


- Get this on the air! - Got it.


- Stand by. - We're going live.


The way we work may be a mystery to you.


Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs.


But let me tell you about a small job.


If you do it well, it makes a big difference.


More than we realized. To us, to everyone.


That's why I want to get bees back to working together.


That's the bee way! We're not made of Jell-O.


We get behind a fellow.


- Black and yellow! - Hello!


Left, right, down, hover.


- Hover? - Forget hover.


This isn't so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep!


Barry, what happened?!


Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time.


- That may have been helping me. - And now we're not!


So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.


All of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move it out!


Move out!


Our only chance is if I do what I'd do, you copy me with the wings of the plane!


Don't have to yell.


I'm not yelling! We're in a lot of trouble.


It's very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice!


It's not a tone. I'm panicking!


I can't do this!


Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it!


You snap out of it.


You snap out of it.


- You snap out of it! - You snap out of it!


- You snap out of it! - You snap out of it!


- You snap out of it! - You snap out of it!


- Hold it! - Why? Oome on, it's my turn.


How is the plane flying?


I don't know.


Hello?


Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there?


The Pollen Jocks!


They do get behind a fellow.


- Black and yellow. - Hello.


All right, let's drop this tin can on the blacktop.


Where? I can't see anything. Oan you?


No, nothing. It's all cloudy.


Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry.


- Thinking bee. - Thinking bee.


Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee!


Wait a minute. I think I'm feeling something.


- What? - I don't know. It's strong, pulling me.


Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.


Bring the nose down.


Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee!


- What in the world is on the tarmac? - Get some lights on that!


Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee!


- Vanessa, aim for the flower. - OK.


Out the engines. We're going in on bee power. Ready, boys?


Affirmative!


Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it.


Land on that flower!


Ready? Full reverse!


Spin it around!


- Not that flower! The other one! - Which one?


- That flower. - I'm aiming at the flower!


That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant pulsating flower


made of millions of bees!


Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.


Rotate around it.


- This is insane, Barry! - This's the only way I know how to fly.


Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern?


Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse!


Just drop it. Be a part of it.


Aim for the center!


Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman!


Oome on, already.


Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly!


- Yes. No high-five! - Right.


Barry, it worked! Did you see the giant flower?


What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was genius!


- Thank you. - But we're not done yet.


Listen, everyone!


This runway is covered with the last pollen


from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth.


That means this is our last chance.


We're the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress like this.


If we're gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! What do you say?


Are we going to be bees, orjust Museum of Natural History keychains?


We're bees!


Keychain!


Then follow me! Except Keychain.


Hold on, Barry. Here.


You've earned this.


Yeah!


I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.


Oh, yeah.


That's our Barry.


Mom! The bees are back!


If anybody needs to make a call, now's the time.


I got a feeling we'll be working late tonight!


Here's your change. Have a great afternoon! Oan I help who's next?


Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don't forget these.


Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me. And I don't see a nickel!


Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat!


I had no idea.


Barry, I'm sorry. Have you got a moment?


Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you.


Sorry I'm late.


He's a lawyer too?


I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase.


Have a great afternoon!


Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can't get them anywhere.


No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me.


You're a lifesaver, Barry. Oan I help who's next?


All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly.


Thank you, Barry!


That bee is living my life!


Let it go, Kenny.


- When will this nightmare end?! - Let it all go.


- Beautiful day to fly. - Sure is.


Between you and me, I was dying to get out of that office.


You have got to start thinking bee, my friend.


- Thinking bee! - Me?


Hold it. Let's just stop for a second. Hold it.


I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone. Oan we stop here?


I'm not making a major life decision during a production number!


All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys.


I had virtually no rehearsal for that.


Now the flame

you lighted



   

                   

burns close

to the throne.



   

                   

Your tongue will dig

your grave, Memnet.



   

                   

A conqueror

already conquered?



   

                   

The first face

I looked for



   

                   

and the last I find.



   

                   

Mother.



   

                   

I was thanking the gods

for your safe return.



   

                   

But I find you

in grave danger here.



   

                   

An intoxicating

danger, Mother.



   

                   

Marry her if you can,

my son,



   

                   

but never fall

in love with her.



   

                   

Oh...



   

                   

I'll be less

trouble to him



   

                   

than the Hebrew slaves

of Goshen.



   

                   

Goshen?



   

                   

You've guzzled enough!



   

                   

Bring those bricks up

and get on!



   

                   

You, there's

other swine to water.



   

                   

Water girl! Water!



   

                   

Get those bricks

back on.



   

                   

Here! Water lily!



   

                   

My name is Lilia.



   

                   

To me you are a lily,



   

                   

and I want water.



   

                   

Joshua.



   

                   

Joshua, I thought

you'd never come down.



   

                   

Water before love,

my girl.



   

                   

Does it take

the whole Nile



   

                   

to quench your thirst?



   

                   

No, just your lips.



   

                   

Be careful, my love.



   

                   

Dathan's eyes can

see through stone.



   

                   

Dathan is a vulture



   

                   

feeding on the flesh

of his own people.



   

                   

When he looks at me,

I'm afraid.



   

                   

If he touches you, I'll strangle

him with his own whip.



   

                   

And bring death

to a thousand of us?



   

                   

Is life in bondage

better than death?



   

                   

Joshua.



   

                   

We must have hope.



   

                   

God will send us

the deliverer.



   

                   

Hope.



   

                   

On the heels of every hope

walks Dathan.



   

                   

You are Dathan,

the Hebrew overseer.



   

                   

Chief Hebrew overseer,

Mighty One.



   

                   

Baka, the master builder,



   

                   

has told me

that I can rely on you.



   

                   

I am warmed by his favor.



   

                   

Rely on you to sell your own

mother for a price.



   

                   

Well, who am I



   

                   

to deny the word

of the master builder?



   

                   

Where is this

would-be deliverer



   

                   

who would set

the Hebrews free?



   

                   

Who can say,

Immortal Prince?



   

                   

They do not

confide in me.



   

                   

But it is possible

to learn.



   

                   

No doubt.



   

                   

You have rats' ears

and a ferret's nose.



   

                   

To use in your service,

Son of Pharaoh.



   

                   

Add to them

the eyes of a weasel



   

                   

and find me

this deliverer.



   

                   

Come on, push!



   

                   

Come on, push!



   

                   

Over this way a little more.



   

                   

Lean your backs

into it!



   

                   

Keep pushing!



   

                   

Old woman! Old woman!



   

                   

More grease

under the center stone.



   

                   

Pull! Pull!



   

                   

You over there, pull!



   

                   

Pull!



   

                   

No.



   

                   

Yochabel!



   

                   

Help me!



   

                   

Stop the stone!



   

                   

Keep working!



   

                   

Pull!



   

                   

Keep pulling up there.



   

                   

Yochabel is caught!

Stop the stone!



   

                   

You over there,

pull!



   

                   

Come on, pull!



   

                   

Bend your backs,

you dogs. Pull!



   

                   

Move it over there!



   

                   

Pull! Pull!



   

                   

Pull!



   

                   

You'll kill her!

Stop the stone!



   

                   

We don't stop a moving block

for an old woman!



   

                   

Lay on the lash!



   

                   

Keep it moving!



   

                   

Yochabel!

Stop the stone!



   

                   

Stop the stone!



   

                   

Keep moving there!

Keep...



   

                   

Hold! Hold all!



   

                   

Hold on all ropes!



   

                   

Hold the poles!



   

                   

Hold the poles!



   

                   

Down!



   

                   

- Water!

- Water!



   

                   

- Water!

- Water!



   

                   

Let the old woman loose.



   

                   

She'll stay where she is,

and you'll die in a lion pit.



   

                   

Joshua!



   

                   

No, not to Joshua.



   

                   

Run to the prince

and beg mercy.



   

                   

Mercy from Rameses?



   

                   

No, no, the prince Moses,

there on the pavilion.



   

                   

After her!

After her!



   

                   

Stop her!



   

                   

Stop that girl!



   

                   

Don't let her go!

Stop her!



   

                   

Stop that girl!

Stop her!



   

                   

Mercy!



   

                   

Prince Moses!



   

                   

Mercy,

Prince Moses!



   

                   

Come here!



   

                   

Mercy?

What have you done?



   

                   

Not for myself,

Lord Prince.



   

                   

For a slave who saved old

Yochabel and me from death



   

                   

between the granite blocks.



   

                   

A delicate flower to be

pressed between walls of stone.



   

                   

How were you saved?



   

                   

A stonecutter

struck the overseer.



   

                   

There can be only one punishment

for the stonecutter.



   

                   

Blood makes poor mortar.



   

                   

Come.



   

                   

Prince Moses!



   

                   

Prince Moses!



   

                   

Get away, you.



   

                   

Would you bury

the old woman alive



   

                   

in a tomb of rock?



   

                   

My Noble One, it caught.



   

                   

I had not the strength

to free myself.



   

                   

Your shoulders

should not bear a burden,



   

                   

old woman.



   

                   

The Lord

has renewed my strength



   

                   

and lightened my burdens.



   

                   

He would have done better

to remove them.



   

                   

They use the old ones

to do the work



   

                   

of greasing the stones,

Lord Prince.



   

                   

If they are killed,

it is no loss.



   

                   

Are you a master builder

or a master butcher?



   

                   

If we stop moving stones



   

                   

for every grease woman

who falls,



   

                   

the city would

never rise.



   

                   

If the slaves are not driven,

they will not work.



   

                   

If their work lags,



   

                   

it is because they are not fed.



   

                   

You seem strong enough.



   

                   

I am a stonecutter.



   

                   

The Pharaohs like

their images cut deep.



   

                   

Hold your whip!



   

                   

You know it is death

to strike an Egyptian?



   

                   

I know it.



   

                   

Yet you struck him. Why?



   

                   

To save the old woman.



   

                   

What is she to you?



   

                   

An old woman.



   

                   

Lord Prince, send him

to his death.



   

                   

The man has courage.



   

                   

You do not speak

like a slave.



   

                   

God made men.



   

                   

Men made slaves.



   

                   

Which god?



   

                   

The God of Abraham.

The Almighty God.



   

                   

If your god is almighty,



   

                   

why does he

leave you in bondage?



   

                   

He will choose

the hour of our freedom



   

                   

and the man

who will deliver us.



   

                   

Lord Prince,

this man speaks treason.



   

                   

It is not treason

to want freedom.



   

                   

Release him.



   

                   

Difficulty with

the slaves, my brother?



   

                   

None that could not be

cured by a ration of grain



   

                   

and a day of rest.



   

                   

A day of rest?



   

                   

When your horses tire,

they're rested.



   

                   

When they hunger,

they're fed.



   

                   

Slaves draw

stone and brick.



   

                   

My horses draw

the next Pharaoh.



   

                   

Is there any grain

stored here in Goshen?



   

                   

None that you would

dare take, my brother.



   

                   

The temple granaries

are full.



   

                   

Bring the push-pole men



   

                   

and some women with baskets.



   

                   

I will...



   

                   

Great Prince.



   

                   

I warn you Moses,



   

                   

that the temple grain belongs

to the gods.



   

                   

What the gods can digest



   

                   

will not sour in the belly

of a slave.



   

                   

Push-pole men!



   

                   

You, back where

you belong!



   

                   

I have

the prince's orders.



   

                   

One and two poles, up!



   

                   

Bring a hundred women

with baskets!



   

                   

Elisheba, bring

your basket women.



   

                   

Baskets!



   

                   

Push-poles, follow me.



   

                   

Out of the way.



   

                   

Break open the bins.



   

                   

Out of the way.



   

                   

Stand back.



   

                   

Aha!



   

                   

Well, well.



   

                   

Divine One.



   

                   

Hmm?



   

                   

- There!

- Oh!



   

                   

My jackals have

your hounds at bay.



   

                   

Dogs at bay are dangerous.



   

                   

When they walk upright



   

                   

and feed on temple grain.



   

                   

Of course, of course.



   

                   

You've been

bringing petitions



   

                   

against Moses for months.



   

                   

Well, the city's

being built,



   

                   

and I'm winning

this game.



   

                   

So don't interrupt us

with trifles.



   

                   

Before your city

is finished,



   

                   

these trifles

will surprise you.



   

                   

Life is full

of surprises.



   

                   

- Aha.

- Oh!



   

                   

And today, I have one

for you, my kitten.



   

                   

Moses!



   

                   

Mm-hmm.



   

                   

And Rameses.



   

                   

You crocodile.



   

                   

There, triples!

You've lost!



   

                   

I'll never let

you win again.



   

                   

Aha. You thought

that by losing to me



   

                   

you would win for Moses.



   

                   

Mm-hmm.



   

                   

Well, you know,

crowns are sometimes lost



   

                   

by smiles and dimples.



   

                   

And so is patience.



   

                   

Yours?



   

                   

Are the plans

for my jubilee complete?



   

                   

Are the plans

for my jubilee complete?



   

                   

All but your proclamation



   

                   

for the marriage of Prince

Rameses to Nefretiri.



   

                   

No.



   

                   

Are you quite sure

it will be Rameses?



   

                   

Who else could be

your successor?



   

                   

Moses, of course.



   

                   

Because of Moses,

there is no wheat



   

                   

in the temple granaries.



   

                   

You don't look any leaner.



   

                   

You're both very generous

with your advice.



   

                   

Will you take mine?



   

                   

No. I will choose

my own successor.



   

                   

Did you lose your head,

my sweet?



   

                   

I sent you to Goshen



   

                   

to bring me the head

of the jackal



   

                   

who would free the slaves.



   

                   

Where is it?



   

                   

The slaves do not need

a deliverer now.



   

                   

They have Moses.



   

                   

Is that a riddle?



   

                   

He gives them

the priests' grain



   

                   

and one day in seven

to rest.



   

                   

They call it

"The Day of Moses."



   

                   

This man makes

himself a god.



   

                   

I prefer him as a man.



   

                   

You would prefer

him as Pharaoh.



   

                   

Are you afraid of Moses?



   

                   

Yes, because now he holds

Ethiopia in his left hand,



   

                   

Goshen in his right,



   

                   

and you, my Pharaoh,

are in-between them.



   

                   

Do you imply that he would

raise the slaves against me?



   

                   

I've been his father.



   

                   

Ambition knows no father.



   

                   

Moses could no more betray you



   

                   

than I could, Sethi.



   

                   

He can tell me that

when he arrives.



   

                   

He will not

be here, my father.



   

                   

What?



   

                   

I sent for both of you.



   

                   

His word is that

he cannot attend you,



   

                   

being pressed

by other matters.



   

                   

Did you hear that?



   

                   

Other matters?



   

                   

My escort.



   

                   

I will ride

with you, my son,



   

                   

to see what

rears itself in Goshen...



   

                   

a city or treason.



   

                   

You lying adder.



   

                   

You'll destroy yourself

with your own venom



   

                   

if you try to turn Sethi

against Moses.



   

                   

You would turn

Sethi against me.



   

                   

Remember, my sweet,



   

                   

that you must be wife

to the next Pharaoh.



   

                   

You are

going to be mine,



   

                   

all mine, like my dog

or my horse or my falcon.



   

                   

Only I

will love you more



   

                   

and trust you less.



   

                   

You will never

do the things to me



   

                   

you would have done to Moses.



   

                   

I know you, my sweet.



   

                   

You're a sharp-clawed,



   

                   

treacherous

little peacock.



   

                   

But you're food

for the gods,



   

                   

and I'm going to

have all of you.



   

                   

None of me.



   

                   

Did you think

my kiss was a promise



   

                   

of what you'll have?



   

                   

No, my pompous one.



   

                   

It was to let you know

what you will not have.



   

                   

I could never love you.



   

                   

Does that matter?



   

                   

You will be my wife.



   

                   

You will come to me

whenever I call you,



   

                   

and I will enjoy that

very much.



   

                   

Whether you enjoy it or not

is your own affair...



   

                   

but I think you will.



   

                   

That drop puts too much strain

on the stone.



   

                   

We need more sand.



   

                   

I'm going to risk it, Baka.



   

                   

There's little time

till the day of jubilee.



   

                   

If the stone cracks,

you may crack with it.



   

                   

Ready blue signal.



   

                   

Blue pennant.



   

                   

Blue pennant!



   

                   

Snubbers, ready!



   

                   

Snubbers ready.



   

                   

Green pennant.



   

                   

Mallet men, ready!



   

                   

Mallet men, ready!



   

                   

Green lines, stand by!



   

                   

Clear the main...!



   

                   

Mallet men ready.



   

                   

You are not pleased

to see me here.



   

                   

I am, Great Pharaoh,



   

                   

but now I have

important things to do.



   

                   

Red pennant, stand by.



   

                   

So Rameses tells me.



   

                   

Oh?



   

                   

More important things

than obeying my orders?



   

                   

You ordered me

to finish this city.



   

                   

The strain on that stone

is too great.



   

                   

We cannot wait.

Red pennant!



   

                   

Red pennant!



   

                   

Strike!



   

                   

The stone will break.



   

                   

There are      slaves

on the ropes.



   

                   

There is the obelisk

of your jubilee.



   

                   

Baka, put      slaves

to removing the sand



   

                   

until the stone

settles to its base.



   

                   

Pharaoh is pleased?



   

                   

With the obelisk, yes.



   

                   

But not with certain accusations

made against you.



   

                   

By whom?



   

                   

You raided the

temple granaries?



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

You gave the grain

to the slaves?



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

You gave them one day

in seven to rest.



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

Did you do all this

to gain their favor?



   

                   

A city is built

of brick, Pharaoh.



   

                   

The strong make many,

the starving make few.



   

                   

The dead make none.



   

                   

So much for accusations.



   

                   

Now judge the results.



   

                   

Pylons commemorate

your victory at Kadesh,



   

                   

where you broke the Amorites.



   

                   

Are there any higher in Egypt?



   

                   

There are none higher

in the world.



   

                   

With so many slaves, you could

build... an army.



   

                   

But I have built a city.



   

                   

   of these lions of Pharaoh

will guard its gates,



   

                   

and it shall be the city

of Sethi's glory.



   

                   

Hmm.



   

                   

Are these slaves

loyal to Sethi's glory



   

                   

or to you, Moses?



   

                   

The slaves

worship their god,



   

                   

and I serve only you.



   

                   

Let your own image proclaim my

loyalty for a thousand years.



   

                   

Superb!



   

                   

Rameses.



   

                   

And this you call treason?



   

                   

Who would take

a throne by force



   

                   

that he has earned

by deeds?



   

                   

For this and Ethiopia,



   

                   

your name shall be carved

beside mine on every pylon.



   

                   

Yours, Rameses,

will be nowhere,



   

                   

for in my judgment book,



   

                   

you have accused

your brother falsely.



   

                   

Come.



   

                   

Great Pharaoh, he is the son

of your body.



   

                   

I need no help, Moses,

to hold what is mine.



   

                   

I decide what is yours.



   

                   

Come with me, Moses.



   

                   

Will you lose a throne



   

                   

because Moses builds a city?



   

                   

The city that he builds

shall bear my name.



   

                   

The woman that he loves

shall bear my child.



   

                   

So it shall be written.



   

                   

So it shall be done.



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

This is for

the temple ceremony.



   

                   

This?



   

                   

Oh, this...



   

                   

is for my wedding night.



   

                   

You will never wear it.



   

                   

Why not?



   

                   

I have brought you

a cloth more revealing.



   

                   

Send them away.



   

                   

Go, then,



   

                   

while I hear what this puckered

old persimmon



   

                   

has to say.



   

                   

Well...



   

                   

what croakings of doom

have you today?



   

                   

You prepare for a marriage

that will never be.



   

                   

You've been

drinking honey wine.



   

                   

I shall not let the Pharaoh

and Rameses be betrayed.



   

                   

Why should a slave care

which Pharaoh rules?



   

                   

For    years,

I have been silent.



   

                   

Now all the kings

of Egypt



   

                   

cry out to me

from their tombs,



   

                   

"Let no Hebrew

sit upon our throne."



   

                   

What are you saying?



   

                   

Rameses has the blood

of many kings.



   

                   

And Moses?



   

                   

He is lower than the dust.



   

                   

Not one drop of royal blood



   

                   

flows through his veins.



   

                   

He is the son

of Hebrew slaves.



   

                   

I'll have you torn

into so many pieces,



   

                   

even the vultures

won't find them.



   

                   

Who hatched

this lie... Rameses?



   

                   

Rameses

does not know... yet.



   

                   

You will repeat this

to Bithiah.



   

                   

It was Bithiah who drew a slave

child from the Nile,



   

                   

called him son

and prince of Egypt,



   

                   

blinding herself to the truth,



   

                   

from the pain of an empty womb.



   

                   

Were you alone with Bithiah?



   

                   

A little girl led me to the

Hebrew woman Yochabel,



   

                   

that the child might be

suckled by his true mother.



   

                   

Take care, old frog.



   

                   

You croak too much

against Moses.



   

                   

Would you mingle the blood

of slaves with your own?



   

                   

He will be my husband.



   

                   

I shall have no other.



   

                   

Then use this to wrap your

firstborn.



   

                   

Torn from a Levite's robe.



   

                   

It was Moses'

swaddling cloth.



   

                   

And your shroud.



   

                   

Do you think I care

whose son he is?



   

                   

Rameses cares.



   

                   

You won't live

to tell him.



   

                   

Oh!



   

                   

Oh...



   

                   

Nefretiri?



   

                   

Nefretiri?



   

                   

Have you closed your doors

to make a beggar of a prince?



   

                   

I'm the beggar, Moses,



   

                   

begging you to hold me

in your arms.



   

                   

Kiss me.

Just kiss me.



   

                   

You're no beggar,

my love.



   

                   

You're a conqueror,



   

                   

and I am your captive

for life.



   

                   

One lifetime

will not be half enough.



   

                   

You will be

king of Egypt,



   

                   

and I will be

your footstool.



   

                   

The man stupid enough to use you

for a footstool



   

                   

would not be wise enough

to rule Egypt.



   

                   

Princess!



   

                   

Princess, the raven has dropped

a black feather at your door!



   

                   

Who...?



   

                   

No, Moses. Leave

the world outside.



   

                   

Pardon. Pardon,

Royal One.



   

                   

The old nurse Memnet...



   

                   

Go away. I don't want

to hear anything.



   

                   

What about Memnet?



   

                   

She's dead. She must have fallen

from the balcony.



   

                   

I will not hear

unhappy things tonight.



   

                   

Go away!



   

                   

Old Memnet must have walked

that balcony



   

                   

a thousand times.



   

                   

What is the death

of one slave to us?



   

                   

She was a faithful

servant to you.



   

                   

Can one so rich in love

be so poor in pity?



   

                   

What kind of a woman

holds me captive?



   

                   

One who loves you

and will not lose you.



   

                   

One who will be your wife.



   

                   

Nothing in the world

can change that, nothing...



   

                   

neither Rameses'

princely plots



   

                   

nor Memnet's evil lies.



   

                   

You've heard Memnet

grumbling all your life.



   

                   

Why should it upset you now?



   

                   

Because she grumbled

against you.



   

                   

Oh, let her threats

be buried with her.



   

                   

Look. The night's

a crown of stars,



   

                   

and the darkness

a robe of forgetfulness.



   

                   

Come, love,

let's share them.



   

                   

We'll use the moon

for a scepter.



   

                   

Oh. A piece

of Hebrew cloth.



   

                   

Memnet may have

dropped it.



   

                   

Memnet was not a Hebrew.



   

                   

Why would she

bring this here?



   

                   

I don't know.



   

                   

Yes, you do.

Tell me.



   

                   

She was taking it

to Rameses...



   

                   

to destroy you.



   

                   

How could Rameses destroy me

with a piece of cloth?



   

                   

Oh, Moses, Moses, why

do you question me?



   

                   

Why do you care?



   

                   

Yes! I killed her.



   

                   

What does it matter?



   

                   

    slaves die every day.



   

                   

What's done is forgotten.



   

                   

It is not forgotten.



   

                   

What has this cloth

to do with me? Tell me.



   

                   

It will make

no difference between us?



   

                   

How could it

make a difference?



   

                   

A child

was wrapped in it.



   

                   

What child?



   

                   

Bithiah took him

from the river.



   

                   

Memnet was with her.



   

                   

Who was this child?



   

                   

Memnet is dead.



   

                   

No one need know

who you are.



   

                   

I love you.

I killed for you.



   

                   

I'll kill anyone

that comes between us.



   

                   

Why did you

kill for me, Nefretiri?



   

                   

If you love me,

do not lie.



   

                   

Who was the child?



   

                   

Hold me in your arms.



   

                   

Hold me close.



   

                   

You were not born

prince of Egypt, Moses.



   

                   

You're the son

of Hebrew slaves.



   

                   

You believe that?



   

                   

I'll believe anything

you want me to believe.



   

                   

Say you are not,

I believe you are not.



   

                   

Love cannot drown

truth, Nefretiri.



   

                   

You do believe it,



   

                   

or you would not

have killed Memnet.



   

                   

I love you.



   

                   

That's the only

truth I know.



   

                   

Did this child of the Nile

have a mother?



   

                   

Memnet called her Yochabel.



   

                   

I will ask Bithiah.



   

                   

How could you doubt me?



   

                   

You did not doubt me

when I held you



   

                   

as you took

your first step.



   

                   

It's a wicked lie

spun by Rameses.



   

                   

Mother, did Rameses

spin this?



   

                   

The word of your mother



   

                   

against a piece of cloth

found by Memnet?



   

                   

How did you know

it was Memnet?



   

                   

Who else?

Memnet nursed Rameses.



   

                   

She shall pay

for spreading his lies.



   

                   

She has paid.



   

                   

She's dead?



   

                   

At the hand of Nefretiri.



   

                   

Put away any fears

or suspicions



   

                   

that may remain

with you, my son.



   

                   

Why, your will

will be law in Egypt



   

                   

when you are crowned

and sceptered as her king.



   

                   

Memnet spoke of a Hebrew woman

named Yochabel.



   

                   

Did you ever know her?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

Yours was the face I saw

above my cradle,



   

                   

the only mother

I've ever known.



   

                   

Wherever I am led



   

                   

or whatever I must do,



   

                   

I will always love you.



   

                   

My chariot!

I will drive to Goshen!



   

                   

A chariot here in Goshen?



   

                   

You know who I am?



   

                   

It has been many years,

Great One.



   

                   

Who are they?



   

                   

All that remain

of my children.



   

                   

I will speak

to you alone.



   

                   

Why have you...



   

                   

Why have you come here?



   

                   

Because Moses will come here.



   

                   

My son?



   

                   

No! My son,



   

                   

and that's all

that he must know.



   

                   

My lips might deny him,

Great One,



   

                   

but my eyes never could.



   

                   

You shall leave Goshen,

you and your family tonight.



   

                   

We are Levites, appointed

shepherds of Israel.



   

                   

We cannot leave our people.



   

                   

Would you take from Moses



   

                   

all that I have given him?



   

                   

Would you undo all that

I have done for him?



   

                   

I have put the throne of Egypt

within his reach.



   

                   

What can you give

him in its place?



   

                   

I gave him life.



   

                   

I gave him love!



   

                   

Was it your hand

that dried his tears?



   

                   

And when he was troubled,



   

                   

was it your heart

that ached for him?



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

My heart ached for him,



   

                   

and my arms ached

to hold him...



   

                   

but I dared not even touch

the hem of his garment.



   

                   

His heritage from me



   

                   

could only have been

misery, poverty,



   

                   

and the lash.



   

                   

No. I will not take from him



   

                   

the glory and riches

you have given him.



   

                   

For this, you shall

be well cared for.



   

                   

You and your family shall be

taken from Goshen tonight.



   

                   

No matter where

you send me...



   

                   

if the God of Abraham

has a purpose for my son,



   

                   

he will come to know it

and fulfill it.



   

                   

Come! Gather

your things!



   

                   

Quickly! Quickly!



   

                   

I shall see you

want for nothing.



   

                   

You and your children

shall be given freedom.



   

                   

Has my mother

forgotten?



   

                   

Only the Pharaoh

can free a slave.



   

                   

Moses, do not enter!



   

                   

There is only

sorrow here.



   

                   

Are you comforting it,

my mother?



   

                   

I followed you here to find

this woman Yochabe...



   

                   

You were the woman who was

caught between the stones.



   

                   

Until you came.



   

                   

My son, if you love

me, you will...



   

                   

I love you, my mother,



   

                   

but am I your son...



   

                   

or yours?



   

                   

No, you are not my son.



   

                   

If you believe



   

                   

that men and

women are cattle



   

                   

to be driven

under the lash,



   

                   

if you can bow

before idols of stone



   

                   

and golden images

of beasts,



   

                   

you are not my son.



   

                   

My son would be a slave.



   

                   

His hands would be gnarled



   

                   

and broken

from the brick pits,



   

                   

his back scarred from

the taskmaster's whip,



   

                   

but in his heart

would burn the spirit



   

                   

of the living God.



   

                   

Does this god



   

                   

demand a scarred back

and broken hands



   

                   

as the price of his favor?



   

                   

This desert god is the hope

of the hopeless.



   

                   

Your place is

in the palace halls.



   

                   

You have mounted

to the sun on golden wings.



   

                   

You belong to me,



   

                   

to Nefretiri, to Sethi,



   

                   

to all those who love you.



   

                   

Do they love less

who have no hope?



   

                   

Will you swear

in the name of this god



   

                   

that you are

not my mother?



   

                   

We do not

even know his name.



   

                   

Then look into my eyes



   

                   

and tell me you

are not my mother.



   

                   

Oh, Moses, Moses,



   

                   

I cannot. I cannot.



   

                   

I am your brother Aaron.



   

                   

I am Miriam, your sister.



   

                   

I am your brother Moses.



   

                   

No! No, get ready

to leave!



   

                   

Hurry!



   

                   

They're going away, Moses.



   

                   

The secret's going with them.



   

                   

No one need ever know the shame

I've brought upon you.



   

                   

Shame?



   

                   

What change is there in me?



   

                   

Egyptian or Hebrew,

I am still Moses.



   

                   

These are the same hands,

the same arms,



   

                   

same face that were mine

a moment ago.



   

                   

A moment ago,

you were her son,



   

                   

the strength of Egypt.



   

                   

Now you are mine,

a slave of Egypt.



   

                   

You find no shame in this?



   

                   

If there is no shame in me,



   

                   

how can I feel shame

for the woman who bore me...



   

                   

or the race that bred me?



   

                   

Oh, God of my fathers!



   

                   

Moses, what will you do?



    

                   

This is the binding tie...



    

                   

and here I will stay.



    

                   

Moses.



    

                   

To find the meaning

of what I am...



    

                   

why a Hebrew...



    

                   

or any man

must be a slave.



    

                   

Put back your things.



    

                   

You are not leaving.



    

                   

Moses...



    

                   

has she done

more for you than I?



    

                   

Will the life she gave you



    

                   

be more useful in

the black pits of slavery?



    

                   

Cannot justice and truth

be served better



    

                   

upon a throne,



    

                   

where all men may benefit

from your goodness...



    

                   

and strength?



    

                   

I do not know what power

shapes my way,



    

                   

but my feet

are set upon a road



    

                   

that I must follow.



    

                   

Forgive me, Bithiah.



    

                   

God of our fathers,



    

                   

who has appointed an end

to the bondage of Israel,



    

                   

blessed am I among

all mothers in the land,



    

                   

for my eyes have beheld

Thy deliverer.



    

                   

Thou shalt not muzzle the ox



    

                   

that treadeth out the corn,



    

                   

making straw

for the bricks of Egypt,



    

                   

nor spare the arms



    

                   

that endlessly winnow

the grain in the wind



    

                   

to separate the wheat

from the chaff,



    

                   

wheat borne stolidly



    

                   

on the backs

of countless slaves



    

                   

from the heavy-laden

Nile boats



    

                   

to the teeming shore.



    

                   

Endlessly they plod



    

                   

beneath

the sheaves of wheat



    

                   

and endlessly

return for more.



    

                   

A golden harvest

to the threshers,



    

                   

the grain saved

to feed the masters,



    

                   

bitterness

to feed the slaves.



    

                   

And to feed

the brick pits,



    

                   

straw carried on

the bowed backs of women.



    

                   

Down into

the never-ending valley



    

                   

of toil and agony,



    

                   

stretching mile after mile,



    

                   

an inferno

of mud-soaked bodies,



    

                   

where the treaders' feet

churn clay and straw



    

                   

into the mixture

for the Pharaoh's bricks,



    

                   

and everywhere the lash

of watchful taskmasters,



    

                   

ready to sting

the backs of the weary.



    

                   

Blades chopping straw...



    

                   

mattocks chopping clay,



    

                   

a ceaseless cycle

of unending drudgery.



    

                   

From the mixing feet

of treaders



    

                   

to the pouring hands

of brick molders



    

                   

moves the constant

stream of mud,



    

                   

the lowly seed of tall cities.



    

                   

Day after day, year after year,



    

                   

century after century,



    

                   

bondage without rest,



    

                   

toil without reward.



    

                   

These are the children

of misery,



    

                   

the afflicted,



    

                   

the hopeless, the oppressed.



    

                   

And he went out

unto his brethren



    

                   

and looked

on their burdens.



    

                   

Water girl.



    

                   

Here.

Here's water.



    

                   

Keep in line!



    

                   

That's a hard dance

you do, old man.



    

                   

We've been dancing it

for     years...



    

                   

to grim music.



    

                   

And the only deliverer

that has come to us



    

                   

is death.



    

                   

Back to work,

you gray mules.



    

                   

You're strange

to the pits.



    

                   

Your back is unscarred.



    

                   

You bring a warm smile

with your cool water.



    

                   

My smile is for

a stonecutter.



    

                   

The water is for you.



    

                   

I thank you.



    

                   

Your voice is not strange.



    

                   

You are...



    

                   

One of many who thirst.



    

                   

You there!



    

                   

Come here!



    

                   

That is Baka, the master

builder.



    

                   

Does he call me or you?



    

                   

You, water girl!

I'm thirsty.



    

                   

He does not thirst

for water.



    

                   

Beauty is but a curse

to our women.



    

                   

Water, Noble One?



    

                   

No, wine...



    

                   

the wine of beauty.



    

                   

What beauty can my lord find

in these mud pits?



    

                   

A lotus flower blooms

in the Nile's gray mud.



    

                   

Dathan, she will do well

as a house slave.



    

                   

Do not take me

from my people.



    

                   

There would be danger.



    

                   

Danger from

such lovely hands?



    

                   

There are other hands



    

                   

strong enough to kill.



    

                   

Our mud flower has a thorn.



    

                   

Oh, please, Lord Baka,

I beg you.



    

                   

Tears?



    

                   

When you have been bathed

in scented water,



    

                   

when your limbs have been

caressed by sweet oils



    

                   

and your hair

combed with sandalwood,



    

                   

there will be no time

for tears.



    

                   

She's not worthy of your

magnificence.



    

                   

Let my eyes...



    

                   

Your eyes had best find

the deliverer, Dathan,



    

                   

or you will have no eyes.



    

                   

Bring the girl.



    

                   

May the hand of God

strike him.



    

                   

Dance, you mud turtles.



    

                   

Dance!



    

                   

You rot our bodies,

steal hope from our souls.



    

                   

Must you also shame

and defile our women?



    

                   

Dance, you squealing goat!



    

                   

We are not animals.



    

                   

We are men,

made in the image of God.



    

                   

This will change

your image.



    

                   

Dance, you.



    

                   

Get that straw cutter.



    

                   

Leave him, or you'll

be murdered with him.



    

                   

I'll not leave a man

to die in the mud.



    

                   

Thank you, my son...



    

                   

but death is better

than bondage,



    

                   

for my days are ended

and my prayer unanswered.



    

                   

What prayer, old man?



    

                   

That before death

closed my eyes,



    

                   

I might behold

the deliverer



    

                   

who will lead all men

to freedom.



    

                   

What deliverer could break

the power of Pharaoh?



    

                   

You!



    

                   

Clay carriers, throw this

carrion to the vultures!



    

                   

You! Take his place.



    

                   

Now dance this straw

into the mud, you dogs.



    

                   

Clear a path there!



    

                   

Clear a path!



    

                   

Stand aside, you!



    

                   

Make way!



    

                   

Clear a path!



    

                   

Come on, get back!



    

                   

Out of the way!



    

                   

Keep your eyes

on the ground!



    

                   

Now feel this, Hebrew.



    

                   

I need another oarsman

for my barge,



    

                   

a strong slave.



    

                   

Your word is our

will, Great Lady.



    

                   

The large one there.



    

                   

You, come up here!



    

                   

No. No, not that one.



    

                   

The very dirty one there.



    

                   

Yes, that one.



    

                   

He may serve my purpose.



    

                   

You.



    

                   

You!

Out of the pit!



    

                   

Out of the way!



    

                   

Back to work!



    

                   

Clear a path there!



    

                   

Clear a path!



    

                   

Stand aside, you!



    

                   

Back to work!



    

                   

Clear a path!



    

                   

First friend

of the Pharaoh,



    

                   

keeper of the royal seal,



    

                   

prince of On,



    

                   

prince of Memphis,



    

                   

prince of Thebes,



    

                   

beloved of the Nile god,



    

                   

conqueror of Ethiopia,



    

                   

general of generals,





 

                   

commander

of the Egyptian host...



 

                   

a man of mud!



 

                   

Is that what you want,



 

                   

to be a slave?



 

                   

Then why aren't you kneeling

at the feet of a princess?



 

                   

I am afraid the mud pits



 

                   

have stiffened

my knees, Royal One.



 

                   

Shall I call back

the guards?



 

                   

Do you think they

could bend them?



  

                   

Oh, Moses, Moses,



  

                   

you stubborn,

splendid, adorable fool.



  

                   

Ah!



  

                   

I'm not kneeling

to a princess.



  

                   

No.



  

                   

You're kneeling

to a woman



  

                   

who's been worried about you



  

                   

day and night

since you disappeared.



  

                   

What is there in the mud

of these slave pits



  

                   

that could keep you

from my arms?



  

                   

My people.



  

                   

They may be your people,



  

                   

but do you have to

wallow with them,



  

                   

smell like them?



  

                   

If they are stained, it's

with the mud of slavery,



  

                   

and if they reek, it's with

the stench of injustice.



  

                   

If you want to

help your people,



  

                   

come back to the palace.



  

                   

And hide the truth

from Sethi...



  

                   

that I am Hebrew and a slave?



  

                   

The truth would break

his dear old heart



  

                   

and send Bithiah

into exile or death.



  

                   

Think of us and stop hearing

the cries of your people.



  

                   

Their god does not hear

their cry.



  

                   

Will Rameses hear it

if he is Pharaoh?



  

                   

No. He would grind them

into the clay they mold,



  

                   

double their labors.



  

                   

What about me?



  

                   

Think of me as his wife.



  

                   

Do you want to see me

in Rameses' arms?



  

                   

No!



  

                   

Then come back with me.



  

                   

Oh, Moses,



  

                   

the gods have fashioned you

for greatness.



  

                   

The splendor of your name will

last beyond the pyramids.



  

                   

When you are Pharaoh,

you can free your people,



  

                   

worship whatever gods

you please...



  

                   

so long as I can worship you.



  

                   

I will come to you

at the palace



  

                   

on the day

of Sethi's jubilee.



  

                   

No. Come with me now.



  

                   

No, my love.



  

                   

First I have

a call to make...



  

                   

on the master builder.



  

                   

No, no, no, no, no.



  

                   

Not red

with the Sammur gown.



  

                   

My eyes can best be used

elsewhere, Lord Baka.



  

                   

Before you go,



  

                   

let them look upon what

you thought unworthy.



  

                   

You would let beauty

such as this go unseen.



  

                   

You would let such a flower

go ungathered.



  

                   

Dathan, you can see only mud,



  

                   

so pick up her

muddy clothes and go.



  

                   

Go, all of you!



  

                   

Did you know, my dear,



  

                   

that this golden web was spun

from the beards of shellfish?



  

                   

Please let me go to my home.



  

                   

You are at home.



  

                   

Here, taste this...



  

                   

the blood of Thracian grapes,

the wine of love.



  

                   

No wine can change my love.



  

                   

Then your love shall be my wine.



  

                   

There's fire in

the chariot house!



  

                   

The chariot house!



  

                   

Guards! Guards!



  

                   

Take water to the roof!



  

                   

Dathan, take charge!



  

                   

Guards, after him.



  

                   

Pull it out of the shed!



  

                   

Take it clear of the house!



  

                   

No. No, your wings must not be

singed, my dove,



  

                   

at least not by that fire.



  

                   

Joshua!



  

                   

Run, Lilia, run!

The way is clear.



  

                   

The master builder

will not follow.



  

                   

Neither will you,

stonecutter.



  

                   

Bind him between the columns!



  

                   

See that his arms

are tightly stretched!



  

                   

You'll die on your feet,

stonecutter.



  

                   

He'll cut him to pieces.



  

                   

Now go after the girl.



  

                   

Don't come back without her.



  

                   

We'll find her.



  

                   

You foolish, stupid man.



  

                   

I would have kept her

only a short while.



  

                   

She would have returned to you,

shall we say, more worthy.



  

                   

Now to whom

shall I return Lilia?



  

                   

You will not be there, Joshua.



  

                   

You've seen me drive my chariot.



  

                   

I can flick a fly

from my horse's ear



   

                   

without breaking the rhythm

of his stride.



   

                   

You've seen me use my whip.



   

                   

You make no outcry,

Joshua,



   

                   

but you will.



   

                   

You will cry

for the mercy of death.



   

                   

One day you will listen

to the cry of slaves.



   

                   

This is not that day, Joshua.



   

                   

You hold your tongue



   

                   

almost as well

as I hold my temper.



   

                   

It's a pity to kill so strong

a stonecutter.



   

                   

Death will bring death, Baka.



   

                   

Who are you?



   

                   

One who asks what right you have

to kill a slave.



   

                   

The right of a master

to kill you or any slave.



   

                   

Then kill me, master butcher.



   

                   

Moses!



   

                   

Why have you done this?



   

                   

Where is the girl Lilia?



   

                   

Gone.



   

                   

Why are you dressed as a slave?



   

                   

Why does a prince of Egypt



   

                   

kill the Pharaoh's

master builder



   

                   

to save a Hebrew?



   

                   

I am Hebrew.



   

                   

God of Abraham,

    years we have waited.



   

                   

Pharaoh's soldiers

won't wait so long.



   

                   

The Almighty has heard

our cries from bondage.



   

                   

You are the Chosen One.



   

                   

I know nothing

of your god.



   

                   

He knows you, Moses.



   

                   

He has brought you

to us.



   

                   

You cannot turn

your back upon us.



   

                   

You will deliver us.



   

                   

The finger of God points the way

to you.



   

                   

Where was his body found?



   

                   

Buried in the sand,

Royal One.



   

                   

This is Baka's knife.



   

                   

But there was

no wound on the body.



   

                   

Baka was a powerful man.



   

                   

It would take strong hands

to break him.



   

                   

The slave Joshua

is a stonecutter.



   

                   

Go find me this Joshua.



   

                   

Joshua's strength didn't kill

the master builder.



   

                   

Now speaks the rat

that would be my ears.



   

                   

Too many ears

tie a rat's tongue.



   

                   

Go, all of you.



   

                   

Well...



   

                   

who killed him?



   

                   

I am a poor man,

Generous One.



   

                   

What I bring

is worth much.



   

                   

I have paid you much,



   

                   

and you have

brought me nothing.



   

                   

Now I bring you the world...

true son of Pharaoh.



   

                   

You offer me the world



   

                   

when you cannot even bring me

the deliverer.



   

                   

Who killed Baka?



   

                   

The deliverer.



   

                   

Would you play

at words with me?



   

                   

No, Lord Prince.



   

                   

And this murderer has now fled

to some distant land?



   

                   

No, Lord Prince.



   

                   

Name him.



   

                   

One who made himself a prince

and judge over us.



   

                   

And if he knew I were

here, he would kill me



   

                   

as he killed the Egyptian.



   

                   

I will hang you myself

if you tire me further.



   

                   

There are those

who would pay much



   

                   

for what my eyes have seen.



   

                   

Do you haggle with me



   

                   

like a seller of melons

in the marketplace?



   

                   

No, I will not haggle,

Great Prince.



   

                   

Here's your money.



   

                   

But for    talons

of fine gold,



   

                   

I'll give you

the wealth of Egypt.



   

                   

Give me my freedom, and I'll

give you the scepter.



   

                   

Give me the water girl Lilia,



   

                   

and I'll give you the princess

of your heart's desire.



   

                   

Give me this house

of Baka,



   

                   

and I'll give you

the throne.



   

                   

Give me all that I ask...



   

                   

or give me leave to go.



   

                   

I will give you

more than leave to go.



   

                   

I will send you

where you belong.



   

                   

I belong in your service,

Glorious One.



   

                   

Very well.



   

                   

I will bargain with you.



   

                   

If what you say

pleases me,



   

                   

I will give you

your price, all of it.



   

                   

If not, I will give you



   

                   

the point of this blade

through your lying throat.



   

                   

Agreed?



   

                   

Agreed.



   

                   

The deliverer...



   

                   

is Moses.



   

                   

Draw one more breath



   

                   

to tell me why Moses

or any other Egyptian



   

                   

would deliver the Hebrews.



   

                   

Moses is not Egyptian.



   

                   

He's Hebrew, the son of slaves.



   

                   

I will pay your price.



   

                   

Imagine poor Nefretiri



   

                   

not knowing in which bed

she will sleep.



   

                   

I'd be happy in either.



   

                   

But where is Prince Moses?



   

                   

No Moses, no jubilee.



   

                   

I am told, my tiger lily,



   

                   

they're wagering

against me,



   

                   

two golden debens to one.



   

                   

Yes. I wagered five myself.



   

                   

You'll lose your debens if Moses

keeps me waiting any longer.



   

                   

I double the wager.



   

                   

I'll watch for Moses.



   

                   

You watch the dance.



   

                   

While you wait

to honor Moses,



   

                   

I will honor Sethi's jubilee...



   

                   

with a gift.



   

                   

A strange gift.



   

                   

You said if the deliverer

were a myth,



   

                   

to bring him in a bottle.



   

                   

The bottle is empty.



   

                   

Yes. It is empty

because he is not a myth.



   

                   

You have found

such a man?



   

                   

Yes, my father.



   

                   

I found him in the midst

of treachery and treason,



   

                   

with the blood of your master

builder red upon his hands.



   

                   

Shall I summon him

to Pharaoh's justice?



   

                   

Summon him.



   

                   

Bring the Hebrew in.



   

                   

Bring the Hebrew in!



   

                   

Why it's... Moses!



   

                   

Great Pharaoh...



   

                   

I stand in the shadow

of your justice.



   

                   

Whose work is this?



   

                   

I warned you

of his treason, my father.



   

                   

- Treason?

- Moses a traitor?



   

                   

Judge now if I spoke truly.



   

                   

The evil star foretold him

as the destroyer of Egypt



   

                   

and deliverer of slaves.



   

                   

It is not possible.



   

                   

A prince of Egypt?



   

                   

He is not a prince of Egypt.



   

                   

He is not the son

of your sister.



   

                   

He is the son

of Hebrew slaves.



   

                   

Hebrew slaves?



   

                   

Incredible!



   

                   

This can't be.



   

                   

Speak...



   

                   

my son.



   

                   

I am the son

of Amram and Yochabel,



   

                   

Hebrew slaves.



   

                   

My brother, it was I

who deceived you,



   

                   

not Moses.



   

                   

He was only a child.



   

                   

Leave me.



   

                   

I shall not

see your face again.



   

                   

Moses...



   

                   

come to me.



   

                   

I do not care who you are



   

                   

or what you are or what they may

say about you,



   

                   

but I want to hear

from your own lips



   

                   

that you are not

a traitor,



   

                   

that you would not

lead these people



   

                   

in revolt against me.



   

                   

Tell me, Moses.

I will believe you.



   

                   

I am not this deliverer

you fear.



   

                   

It would take

more than a man



   

                   

to lead the slaves

from bondage.



   

                   

It would take a god.



   

                   

But if I could

free them, I would.



   

                   

What has turned you

against me?



   

                   

From the time my sister brought

you to the court,



   

                   

I loved you, reared you,



   

                   

set you before my own son...



   

                   

because I saw in you



   

                   

a worth and a greatness



   

                   

above other men.



   

                   

No son could have more love

for you than I.



   

                   

Then why are you forcing me

to destroy you?



   

                   

What evil has done this to you?



   

                   

The evil that men should

turn their brothers



   

                   

into beasts of burden,



   

                   

to slave and suffer

in dumb anguish,



   

                   

to be stripped of spirit

and hope and faith



   

                   

only because they are

of another race,



   

                   

another creed.



   

                   

If there is a god,



   

                   

he did not mean this

to be so.



   

                   

What I have done,

I was compelled to do.



   

                   

So be it.



   

                   

What I do now,



   

                   

I am compelled to do.



   

                   

No.



   

                   

No.



   

                   

Rameses...



   

                   

Egypt shall be yours.



   

                   

Hear what I say, Rameses.



   

                   

When I cross the River of Death,



   

                   

you will be... Pharaoh in Egypt.



   

                   

Harden yourself against

subordinates.



   

                   

Put no faith in a brother.



   

                   

Have no friend.



   

                   

Trust no woman.



   

                   

I protected the helpless.



   

                   

I nourished the orphan.



   

                   

Great One!



   

                   

But he who ate my bread

and called me father



   

                   

would make rebellion

against me.



   

                   

What manner of death



   

                   

do you decree for him?



   

                   

Death.



   

                   

I cannot speak it.



   

                   

Let it be as you will.



   

                   

I will not live

if you must die!



   

                   

The feet of a Hebrew slave



   

                   

is not the right place



   

                   

for the next queen of Egypt.



   

                   

Take him away.



   

                   

Do not look upon him.



   

                   

He is a traitor to the Pharaoh.



   

                   

Let the name of Moses



   

                   

be stricken from

every book and tablet...



   

                   

stricken from all pylons

and obelisks,



   

                   

stricken from

every monument of Egypt.



   

                   

Let the name of... Moses



   

                   

be unheard and unspoken,



   

                   

erased from

the memory of men...



   

                   

for all time.



   

                   

No, Moses.



   

                   

It is I who will possess

all of her.



   

                   

You think

when you are in my arms,



   

                   

it will be his face

that you will see, not mine?



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

Only his face.



   

                   

I defeated you in life.



   

                   

You shall not defeat me

by your death.



   

                   

The dead are not scorched



   

                   

in the desert of desire.



   

                   

They do not suffer from

the thirst of passion



   

                   

or stagger blindly



   

                   

toward some mirage

of lost love.



   

                   

But you, Hebrew, will suffer

all these things...



   

                   

by living.



   

                   

You will let him live.



   

                   

I will not make him

a martyr for you to cherish.



   

                   

No phantom will come between

you and me in the night.



   

                   

Yes, my sweet,

I will let him live.



   

                   

Dead, you alone

would possess him.



   

                   

From where I send him

there is no returning,



   

                   

and you will

never know



   

                   

if he has found

forgetfulness



   

                   

within another

woman's arms.



   

                   

Now look upon each other

for the last time.



   

                   

Now look for the first time,

Abiram,



   

                   

upon the governor of Goshen.



   

                   

Dathan, my brother,



   

                   

you have the favor

of the Lord.



   

                   

I prefer the gratitude

of the prince.



   

                   

Nearer.



   

                   

Yes, very lovely.



   

                   

Not that purplish flower.



   

                   

The purity of white



   

                   

will cool the blush

of your cheek.



   

                   

Leave us, all of you.



   

                   

Yes, you, too, my brother.



   

                   

Continue your playing,

but in the house.



   

                   

Yes, that's better.



   

                   

A flower behind a flower.



   

                   

Dathan, if you fear God,

let me go.



   

                   

I am here, girl,

because I put no trust



   

                   

in a desert god and

his mud-pit prophet.



   

                   

I prospered because I bowed

lower than my brothers



   

                   

before the Egyptians,



   

                   

and now the Egyptians

bow low before me.



   

                   

Joshua wanted you...



   

                   

Baka wanted you...



   

                   

but you belong to me...



   

                   

a gift from Rameses

to His Excellency.



   

                   

I will bow before you, Dathan.



   

                   

I will work my hands

raw for you,



   

                   

but please, please, do not shame

me before my Lord.



   

                   

Your lord is

the governor of Goshen.



   

                   

What difference to my shame?



   

                   

No difference to you,

my dove of Canaan,



   

                   

but to a condemned slave

like Joshua,



   

                   

it could make the difference



   

                   

between death on the spikes



   

                   

and life...



   

                   

in the copper mines of Sinai.



   

                   

What would you do



   

                   

to influence

His Excellency's clemency?



   

                   

Anything, Dathan.



   

                   

Anything.



   

                   

Joshua will always be

grateful to you...



   

                   

my little mud flower.



   

                   

His fate is better



   

                   

than the one

that waits for Moses.



   

                   

The slave who would be king.



   

                   

Captain, the robe of state.



   

                   

His Hebrew mother

brought it to the prison



   

                   

before she died.



   

                   

I'd rather

this be your armor.



   

                   

You will have need

of a scepter.



   

                   

You will have need

of a scepter.



   

                   

Give me this binding pole.



   

                   

Here is your king's scepter,



   

                   

and here is your kingdom,



   

                   

with the scorpion, the cobra,



   

                   

and the lizard for subjects.



   

                   

Free them, if you will.



   

                   

Leave the Hebrews to me.



   

                   

Give this prince of Israel



   

                   

one day's ration

of bread and water.



   

                   

One day's ration?



   

                   

It will take many days

to cross this wilderness,



   

                   

if he can cross at all.



   

                   

I commend you

to your Hebrew god



   

                   

who has no name.



   

                   

If you die,

it will be by his hand,



   

                   

not by mine.



   

                   

Farewell, my one-time brother.



   

                   

Hyah!



   

                   

Into the blistering

wilderness of Shur,



   

                   

the man

who walked with kings



   

                   

now walks alone.



   

                   

Torn from the pinnacle

of royal power,



   

                   

stripped of all rank

and earthly wealth,



   

                   

a forsaken man without

a country, without a hope,



   

                   

his soul in turmoil



   

                   

like the hot winds

and raging sands



   

                   

that lash him with the fury

of a taskmaster's whip.



   

                   

He is driven forward,

always forward,



   

                   

by a god unknown,

toward a land unseen...



   

                   

into the molten wilderness

of sin,



   

                   

where granite

sentinels stand



   

                   

as towers of living death

to bar his way.



   

                   

Each night brings the black

embrace of loneliness.



   

                   

In the mocking whisper

of the wind,



   

                   

he hears the echoing

voices of the dark...



   

                   

Moses!



   

                   

Moses!



   

                   

Moses!



   

                   

Moses!



   

                   

Moses!



   

                   

Moses!



   

                   

His tortured mind wondering



   

                   

if they call the memory

of past triumphs



   

                   

or wail foreboding

of disasters yet to come



   

                   

or whether the desert's

hot breath



   

                   

has melted his reason

into madness.



   

                   

He cannot cool the burning kiss

of thirst upon his lips



   

                   

nor shade the scorching

fury of the sun.



   

                   

All about is desolation.



   

                   

He can neither bless

nor curse



   

                   

the power that moves him,



   

                   

for he does not know

from where it comes.



   

                   

Learning that it can be

more terrible



   

                   

to live than to die,



   

                   

he is driven onward



   

                   

through the burning

crucible of desert,



   

                   

where holy men and prophets



   

                   

are cleansed and purged

for god's great purpose,



   

                   

until at last,



   

                   

at the end

of human strength,



   

                   

beaten into the dust

from which he came,



   

                   

the metal is ready

for the maker's hand.



   

                   

And he found strength



   

                   

from a fruit-laden

palm tree...



   

                   

and life-giving water



   

                   

flowing from

the well of Midian.



   

                   

If only sheep were men.



   

                   

Unmarried men.



   

                   

Can you think

of nothing else?



   

                   

I don't know.

I've never tried.



   

                   

I wish sheep

could water themselves.



   

                   

You needn't have

painted your nails, Lulua.



   

                   

There isn't a man

from here to Horam.



   

                   

What do you see, Sephora?



   

                   

What are you looking at?



   

                   

A man.



   

                   

A what?



   

                   

A man!



   

                   

- A man!

- What kind of a man?!



   

                   

Only one man?



   

                   

Is he handsome?



   

                   

Look at

his sandals.



   

                   

Egyptian.



   

                   

His robe is

not Egyptian.



   

                   

Who cares?

He's a man.



   

                   

Yes!



   

                   

He's eaten a whole bunch

of dates.



   

                   

He could be dangerous.



   

                   

Are you sure he's alive?



   

                   

Well, I hope so.



   

                   

Do you think he's married?



   

                   

Look! There's real trouble.



   

                   

- Amalekites!

- Oh, Amalekites.



   

                   

I'll talk to them.



   

                   

Talk to them? Get stones!



   

                   

They'll scatter the flock!



   

                   

Desert thieves!



   

                   

We drew this water.



   

                   

Out of the way, girl!



   

                   

This is the well

of Jethro, our father.



   

                   

You have no right here.



   

                   

Our goats don't know

your father.



   

                   

Jethro's mark is on the well.



   

                   

They can't read, either.



   

                   

Nor can we!



   

                   

He is the sheik of Midian.



   

                   

Then let him breed sons

to guard it, not daughters.



   

                   

Get your hands off her!



   

                   

Drive them away!



   

                   

Let them be first



   

                   

whose hands

have drawn the water.



   

                   

The stranger is wise...



   

                   

The stranger is wise...



   

                   

and strong.



   

                   

Drive back your goats

until the sheep are watered.



   

                   

All right, all right.



   

                   

We should draw water for you



   

                   

and wash the desert dust

from your feet.



   

                   

Yes! Here's fresh water!



   

                   

I have soapweed.



   

                   

Let me first

remove his sandals.



   

                   

Never did a lost sheep

have so many shepherds.



   

                   

We have no towels.



   

                   

My veil will serve.



   

                   

Here. Let me pour the water.



   

                   

Am I to be bathed or drowned?



   

                   

I'll hold it for you.



   

                   

Is it true



   

                   

that Egyptian girls

paint their eyes?



   

                   

Yes, but very few have eyes

as beautiful as yours.



   

                   

And who...

who is the brave one



   

                   

who stood against

the Amalekites?



   

                   

Oh, that's Sephora.

She's the oldest.



   

                   

Since you

have already divided



   

                   

the stranger among you,



   

                   

I will ask

a welcome for him



   

                   

in our father's tent.



   

                   

Our father is Jethro.



   

                   

He's sheik of Midian.



   

                   

Strength to you, stranger.



   

                   

I am Moses, son of Amram

and Yochabel.



   

                   

Health, prosperity, life to you,

Jethro of Midian.



   

                   

Sephora has told me

of your kindness.



   

                   

Let us break bread while my

daughter brings meat.



   

                   

You have come far.



   

                   

From Egypt.



   

                   

Across the desert on foot?



   

                   

He who has no name surely guided

your steps.



   

                   

No name.



   

                   

You Bedouins know

the god of Abraham?



   

                   

Abraham is the father

of many nations.



   

                   

We are the children

of Ishmael,



   

                   

his firstborn.



   

                   

We are the obedient of God.



   

                   

My people look to him

for deliverance...



   

                   

but they are

still in bondage.



   

                   

Tomorrow we leave for

the high pastures



   

                   

beneath God's holy mountain.



   

                   

My tent would be favored

if you joined us.



   

                   

I am a stranger

in a strange land.



   

                   

I have no wealth,

no skill as a shepherd,



   

                   

and it is death

to give sanctuary



   

                   

to a runaway slave.



   

                   

Slave?



   

                   

Death?



   

                   

Not among our people.



   

                   

You have wisdom.



   

                   

You need nothing more.



   

                   

And there are seven here

to teach you



   

                   

the tasks of a shepherd.



   

                   

Sephora is the eldest.



   

                   

You can learn best from her.



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

I will dwell in this land.



   

                   

Today he sleeps.



   

                   

Who sleeps?



   

                   

He who has no name.



   

                   

Does your god live

on this mountain?



   

                   

Sinai is his high place,

his temple.



   

                   

If this god is God,



   

                   

he would live on every mountain,

in every valley.



   

                   

He would not be



   

                   

only the god of Israel

or Ishmael alone,



   

                   

but of all men.



   

                   

It is said he created all men

in his image.



   

                   

Then he would dwell

in every heart,



   

                   

in every mind, in every soul.



   

                   

I do not know

about such things,



   

                   

but I do know that

the mountain rumbles



   

                   

when God is there,



   

                   

and the earth trembles,



   

                   

and the cloud

is red with fire.



   

                   

At such a time,



   

                   

has any man ever gone to see him

face-to-face?



   

                   

No man has ever set foot



   

                   

on the forbidden

slopes of Sinai.



   

                   

Why do you want

to see him, Moses?



   

                   

To know that he is.



   

                   

And if he is, to know why



   

                   

he has not heard the cries

of slaves in bondage.



   

                   

Moses,



   

                   

it would be death

to look upon his face.



   

                   

How many

of my people have died



   

                   

because he has

turned away his face?



   

                   

Can a man judge God?



   

                   

No, Moses.



   

                   

We cannot see

his whole purpose.



   

                   

Even Ishmael

did not know



   

                   

that God drove him

into the desert



   

                   

to be the father

of a nation.



   

                   

Is it not enough to know

that he has saved you



   

                   

from the Pharaoh's anger?



   

                   

How do you know that?



   

                   

You walk like a prince,



   

                   

and you fight like a warrior.



   

                   

There is word in the caravans

of a great one



   

                   

who was driven out of Egypt.



   

                   

This is not

the scepter of a prince,



   

                   

but the staff of a wanderer.



   

                   

Then rest from wandering.



   

                   

My father has many flocks



   

                   

and no son to tend them.



   

                   

There would be peace of spirit

for you, Moses,



   

                   

in our tents beneath

the holy mountain.



   

                   

You have strong faith

in this god, Sephora...



   

                   

but for me, there is

no peace of spirit



   

                   

until I hear

the word of God



   

                   

from God himself.



   

                   

Hurry. Hurry.

We haven't much time.



   

                   

How do I look?



   

                   

I wish every day

was a shearing festival.



   

                   

I know, and all the men

following you



   

                   

like sheep to be sheared.



   

                   

One would be

enough for me.



   

                   

If he were Moses.



   

                   

Never before, my brothers,



   

                   

has our wool brought

so rich a payment.



   

                   

Because Moses has sold the whole

shearing of all the tribes



   

                   

in one piece at one price



   

                   

to Lugal here.



   

                   

His words are truth.

His trading is just.



   

                   

Peace be with you,

sheiks of Sinai.



   

                   

Why are you

dressed like that?



   

                   

Aren't you going to dance

with us before the sheiks?



   

                   

No. I am not going to dance

before the sheiks.



   

                   

Here. And I'm not going

to be displayed



   

                   

like a caravan's wares



   

                   

before Moses

or any other man.



   

                   

Tonight I tend the sheep.



   

                   

You needn't laugh.



   

                   

Moses may not

choose you either.



   

                   

Careful!



   

                   

Moses shall no longer

be a stranger among us.



   

                   

We should give him

of our flocks.



   

                   

And let him choose.



   

                   

I shall give him choice



   

                   

of my seven

daughters for wife.



   

                   

Seven to choose from.

Strong son!



   

                   

The shadow

of my wisdom has fled.



   

                   

Can a man choose from

among the stars of the sky?



   

                   

Consider them

as they dance.



   

                   

Cohath, strike your bow.



   

                   

But one blossom

seems to be missing.



   

                   

A pleasant task.



   

                   

Indeed.



   

                   

A bride, a shawl...

choose one, not all!



   

                   

One shawl, one wife,

your choice for life.



   

                   

Pearls of great price.



   

                   

Which, Moses?



   

                   

Yes, which will it be?



   

                   

Make your choice, Moses.



   

                   

It is a garden

of many flowers, Moses.



   

                   

I wish you had my years

and I had your choice.



   

                   

In the tent of Jethro,



   

                   

there is dignity, honor,



   

                   

freedom,



   

                   

and beauty...



   

                   

all that a man

could ask of life,



   

                   

but my heart is still

a prisoner of the past.



   

                   

I... I cannot choose now.



   

                   

Strength to you,

sheiks of Sinai.



   

                   

Strength to you,

sheiks of Sinai.



   

                   

May God guide your heart.



   

                   

Oh, Moses!



   

                   

Tonight he is awake.



   

                   

Which of my sisters

did you choose?



   

                   

I made no choice, Sephora.



   

                   

She was very beautiful,

wasn't she?



   

                   

This woman of Egypt, who left

her scar upon your heart.



   

                   

Her skin was white as curd,



   

                   

her eyes green

as the cedars of Lebanon,



   

                   

her lips, tamarisk honey.



   

                   

Like the breast of a dove,

her arms were soft...



   

                   

and the wine of desire

was in her veins.



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

She was beautiful...



   

                   

as a jewel.



   

                   

A jewel has brilliant fire,



   

                   

but it gives no warmth.



   

                   

Our hands are not so soft,



   

                   

but they can serve.



   

                   

Our bodies not so white,



   

                   

but they are strong.



   

                   

Our lips are not perfumed,



   

                   

but they speak the truth.



   

                   

Love is not an art to us.



   

                   

It's life to us.



   

                   

We are not dressed

in gold and fine linen.



   

                   

Strength and honor

are our clothing.



   

                   

Our tents are not the columned

halls of Egypt,



   

                   

but our children

play happily before them.



   

                   

We can offer you little...



   

                   

but we offer all we have.



   

                   

I have not little, Sephora.



   

                   

I have nothing.



   

                   

Nothing from some...



   

                   

is more

than gold from others.



   

                   

You would fill the emptiness

of my heart?



   

                   

I could never fill

all of it, Moses,



   

                   

but I shall not be

jealous of a memory.



   

                   

May the gods bless you,



   

                   

as you go to join them



   

                   

in the land of the dead.



   

                   

The old windbag.



   

                   

What an infernal fuss.



   

                   

After all, dying is

only a part of living.



   

                   

You won't die,

old crocodile.



   

                   

You'll cheat death



   

                   

the way you cheat me

at hounds and jackals.



   

                   

I'm afraid he won't let me cheat

the way you do.



   

                   

You'll be Pharaoh by sunset,

Rameses.



   

                   

I hope you're content...



   

                   

at last.



   

                   

I am content to be your son.



   

                   

You have restored Egypt

to her greatness.



   

                   

I shall make her greatness

feared among nations.



   

                   

No doubt, no doubt.



   

                   

You can overcome

anything...



   

                   

but your own arrogance.



   

                   

Don't exhaust yourself,

Great One.



   

                   

Dear Great One.



   

                   

Why not, kitten?



   

                   

You are the only thing

I regret leaving.



   

                   

You have been my joy.



   

                   

And you my only love.



   

                   

Aha.



   

                   

Now you're cheating.



   

                   

There was another.



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

I know.



   

                   

I loved him, too.



   

                   

With my last breath,

I'll break my own law



   

                   

and speak the name of...



   

                   

Moses.



   

                   

Moses.



   

                   

The royal falcon...



   

                   

has flown into the sun.



   

                   

Did the little boy die

in the desert, my father?



   

                   

No. God brought Ishmael and his

mother Hagar into a good land.



   

                   

The same god who lives on

the mountain?



   

                   

It may be, my son.



   

                   

Moses!



   

                   

Moses!



   

                   

Your mother's calling.



   

                   

Here!



   

                   

Moses, there is a man

among the sheep.



   

                   

Moses, there is a man

among the sheep.



   

                   

You stay...



   

                   

You keep sounding

the alarm, Gershom,



   

                   

but stay here till

your mother comes.



   

                   

In the cleft.

Behind the rock.



   

                   

Your eyes are sharp

as they are beautiful.



   

                   

Turfa!



   

                   

Khataf, back!



   

                   

Khataf, back!



   

                   

Back, Khataf.



   

                   

Come down.



   

                   

Moses.



   

                   

Down, Turfa.



   

                   

Praise God,

I have found you.



   

                   

Joshua?



   

                   

We thought you dead.



   

                   

In the copper mines

of Geber,



   

                   

the living are dead.



   

                   

Sephora!



   

                   

Bring water!



   

                   

How did you find me?



   

                   

A merchant buying copper



   

                   

saw you in the tent of Jethro.



   

                   

Here you, too, will find peace.



   

                   

Peace?



   

                   

How can you

find peace or want it



   

                   

when Rameses builds cities



   

                   

mortared with

the blood of our people?



   

                   

You must lead them

out of Egypt!



   

                   

God made a covenant

with Abraham



   

                   

that he would

deliver the people.



   

                   

Am I the hand of God?



   

                   

Sephora, give him water.



   

                   

Water. Bless you.



   

                   

The desert sun has set fire

to his mind.



   

                   

His name is Joshua.



   

                   

I once killed

that he might live.



   

                   

They told me

you were condemned,



   

                   

but I knew

that you were chosen



   

                   

to take the sword of God

into your hand.



   

                   

I am not the man.



   

                   

I am a shepherd

with flocks.



   

                   

I am a shepherd

with flocks.



   

                   

That light in

the mountainside...



   

                   

do you see

that strange fire?



   

                   

A bush that burns?



   

                   

It is on fire, but the bush

does not burn.



   

                   

Sephora, take him.



   

                   

Serve him food in our tent.



   

                   

I will turn aside

and see this great sight.



   

                   

Moses.



   

                   

Moses.



   

                   

I am here.



   

                   

Put off thy shoes

from off thy feet,



   

                   

for the place where art thou

standest is holy ground.



   

                   

I am the god of thy father,



   

                   

the god of Abraham,



   

                   

the god of Isaac,



   

                   

and the god of Jacob.



   

                   

Lord...



   

                   

Lord, why do you

not hear the cries



   

                   

of their children

in the bondage of Egypt?



   

                   

I have surely seen the

affliction of my people



   

                   

which are in Egypt,



   

                   

and I have heard their cry



   

                   

by reason of their taskmasters,



   

                   

for I know their sorrows.



   

                   

Therefore, I will send thee,

Moses, unto Pharaoh,



   

                   

that thou mayest bring my people

out of Egypt.



   

                   

Who am I, Lord,



   

                   

that you should send me?



   

                   

How can I lead this people

out of bondage?



   

                   

What words can I speak

that they will heed?



   

                   

I will teach thee

what thou wilt say.



   

                   

When thou hast brought forth

the people,



   

                   

They shall serve me

upon this mountain.



   

                   

I will put my laws

into their hearts,



   

                   

and in their minds

will I write them.



   

                   

Now, therefore, go,



   

                   

and I will be with thee.



   

                   

But if I say

to your children



   

                   

that the god of their fathers

has sent me,



   

                   

they will ask,

"What is his name?"



   

                   

And how shall I answer them?



   

                   

I am that I am.



   

                   

Thou shalt say,



   

                   

"I am" has sent me unto you.



   

                   

Is the holy mountain

forbidden to men?



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

And I am afraid for him.



   

                   

Then he is more than man,



   

                   

for look.



   

                   

Look at his face.



   

                   

He has seen God.



   

                   

Moses...



   

                   

your hair,



   

                   

your sandals.



   

                   

I stood upon holy ground.



   

                   

Can you tell us, Moses?



   

                   

My eyes could not look upon him.



   

                   

Did he speak?



   

                   

He revealed his Word

to my mind,



   

                   

and the Word was God.



   

                   

Did he speak as a man?



   

                   

He is not flesh, but spirit,



   

                   

the light of Eternal Mind.



   

                   

And I know that his light

is in every man.



   

                   

Did he ask something of you?



   

                   

That I go to Egypt.



   

                   

You are God's messenger.



   

                   

He has set the day

of deliverance.



   

                   

I will get water and bread



   

                   

that we may leave at once.



   

                   

But Egypt holds death for you.



   

                   

If it be his will.



   

                   

Where he sends you,

I shall go.



   

                   

Your god is my god.



   

                   

I will lead men against

the armory at Migdol



   

                   

and get swords for the people.



   

                   

It is not by the sword that

he will deliver his people,



   

                   

but by the staff

of a shepherd.



   

                   

And the Lord

said unto Moses,



   

                   

"Go. Return into Egypt."



   

                   

And Moses took

his wife and his son,



   

                   

and he returned

to the land of Egypt.



   

                   

And Moses took the rod

of God in his hand.



   

                   

Let the ambassador

from Priam,



   

                   

king of Troy,



   

                   

approach the Pharaoh.



   

                   

Great Pharaoh,



   

                   

the gift of Troy

is a fabulous fabric



   

                   

from the Land

of the Five Rivers.



   

                   

Our thanks to Priam.



   

                   

It is fabulous, indeed.



   

                   

It shimmers like the Nile.



   

                   

What is it?



   

                   

How is it made?



   

                   

No one knows,

great Pharaoh.



   

                   

It is spun on

the looms of the gods.



   

                   

They call it silk.



   

                   

The ambassador

from Jericho.



   

                   

What kingdom

has sent you?



   

                   

The Kingdom

of the Most High.



   

                   

These must be ambassadors

from Midian.



   

                   

Ah, Bedouins?



   

                   

What gifts do you bring?



   

                   

We bring you

the word of God.



   

                   

What is this word?



   

                   

Thus saith the Lord

God of Israel,



   

                   

"Let my people go!"



   

                   

The slaves are mine.



   

                   

Their lives are mine.



   

                   

All that they own is mine.



   

                   

I do not know your god,



   

                   

nor will I let Israel go.



   

                   

Who are you to make

their lives bitter



   

                   

in hard bondage?



   

                   

Man shall be ruled by law,



   

                   

not by the will of other men.



   

                   

What a fool.



   

                   

Who is this god,



   

                   

that I should

let your people go?



   

                   

Aaron...



   

                   

...cast down my staff

before Pharaoh



   

                   

that he may see

the power of God.



   

                   

In this you

shall know



   

                   

that the Lord is God.



   

                   

Mother! Mommy!



   

                   

He turned his staff

into a cobra!



   

                   

Nothing of his will

harm you, my son.



   

                   

The power of your god



   

                   

is a cheap

magician's trick.



   

                   

Jannes.



   

                   

Mother, look!



   

                   

Jannes, do you see?



   

                   

Moses' serpent

swallows up the others.



   

                   

You gave me this staff



   

                   

to rule over scorpions

and serpents,



   

                   

but God made it a rod

to rule over kings.



   

                   

Hear His word, Rameses,

and obey.



   

                   

Obey?



   

                   

Moses, Moses.



   

                   

Are there

no magicians in Egypt



   

                   

that you come back to make

serpents out of sticks



   

                   

or cause rabbits to appear?



   

                   

I will give your staff



   

                   

a greater wonder to perform.



   

                   

Bear it before

your idle people



   

                   

and bid them make

bricks without straw.



   

                   

How can people make bricks

without straw?



   

                   

Let his staff

provide them with it.



   

                   

Or let them glean straw

in the fields for themselves.



   

                   

But their tally of bricks

shall not diminish.



   

                   

So let it be written.



   

                   

So let it be done.



   

                   

- Moses!

- Moses!



   

                   

We are free!



   

                   

Our deliverer!



   

                   

Bless you, Moses!



   

                   

All of us are free!



   

                   

Moses, Moses,

lead us out of bondage!



   

                   

Aaron!



   

                   

Aaron, when do

we leave Egypt?



   

                   

We do not leave Egypt.



   

                   

But Moses

promised us!



   

                   

- How can this be?

- Why? Why?



   

                   

But you said we'd be free.



   

                   

I have...



   

                   

Let him speak.



   

                   

I have brought

more evil upon you.



   

                   

God forgive my weak use

of His strength.



   

                   

Weak use?



   

                   

Moses, what have

you done to us?



   

                   

It is Pharaoh's order



   

                   

that you be given no straw



   

                   

to make your tally of bricks.



   

                   

No straw? Impossible!



   

                   

He doubles our burden!



   

                   

How can we make bricks

without straw?



   

                   

You will glean the stubble

of the fields by night.



   

                   

And your women

and children, too.



   

                   

Is this the deliverer?



   

                   

You've brought the wrath

of Pharaoh upon us.



   

                   

You put a sword in

their hands to kill us!



   

                   

Stone him! Stone him!



   

                   

Ready spears!



   

                   

Stand aside.



   

                   

Come.



   

                   

Follow.



   

                   

File, march!



   

                   

Stand aside. Make way!



    

                   

They're taking him.



    

                   

There goes

your deliverer.



    

                   

Now, go find your straw.



    

                   

Remember, the tally

must be the same,



    

                   

not one brick less.



    

                   

I cursed you...



    

                   

each time Rameses

took me in his arms.



    

                   

I cursed you, not him,



    

                   

because I love you.



    

                   

The Moses who loved you

was another man.



    

                   

No, he was not.



    

                   

You believe

you've changed,



    

                   

but you haven't.



    

                   

You call yourself a prophet,



    

                   

a man of God,



    

                   

but I know better.



    

                   

I don't believe



    

                   

that only the thunder

of a mountain



    

                   

stirs your heart

as you stir mine.



    

                   

Nefretiri, I have stood



    

                   

in the burning light

of God's own presence.



    

                   

It was not he

who saved you just now.



    

                   

I did that.



    

                   

Oh, Moses, Moses.



    

                   

Why, of all men,

did I fall in love



    

                   

with a prince of fools?



    

                   

But I believe

anything you tell me



    

                   

when I'm in your arms.



    

                   

Why must you deny

me and yourself?



    

                   

Because I am

bound to a God



    

                   

and to a people and

to a shepherd girl.



    

                   

A shepherd girl.



    

                   

What can she be to you?



    

                   

Unless the desert sun

has dulled your senses.



    

                   

Does she...



    

                   

grate garlic on her skin?



    

                   

Or is it soft...



    

                   

as mine?



    

                   

Are her lips chafed

and dry as the desert sand,



    

                   

or are they moist and red



    

                   

like a pomegranate?



    

                   

Is it the fragrance

of myrrh



    

                   

that scents her hair...



    

                   

...or is it

the odor of sheep?



    

                   

There is a beauty



    

                   

beyond the senses, Nefretiri,



    

                   

beauty like the quiet



    

                   

of green valleys

and still waters,



    

                   

beauty of the spirit



    

                   

that you cannot understand.



    

                   

Perhaps not.



    

                   

But beauty of the spirit will

not free your people, Moses.



    

                   

You will come to me,



    

                   

or they will

never leave Egypt.



    

                   

The fate of Israel



    

                   

is not in your hands, Nefretiri.



    

                   

Oh, isn't it?



    

                   

Who else can soften

Pharaoh's heart...



    

                   

or harden it?



    

                   

Yes.



    

                   

You may be the lovely dust



    

                   

through which God

will work His purpose.



    

                   

Fill every jar in

your house with water.



    

                   

Tell the others

that for seven days,



    

                   

there will be

none to drink.



    

                   

But this well has

never run dry.



    

                   

The river's high.

What does it mean?



    

                   

Whose word is that?



    

                   

One who knows.



    

                   

So fill your jars

or go thirsty.



    

                   

Miriam is always right.



    

                   

Yes. I'm going back

for more jars.



    

                   

No water for seven days!



    

                   

Yes, Joshua,



    

                   

she comes to the

well every day.



    

                   

Wait, and you

will see her.



    

                   

It is wise of Dathan



    

                   

to send you

to the well, Lilia,



    

                   

or he might find

his water poisoned.



    

                   

They told me you were dead.



    

                   

To all I loved,

Joshua, I am dead.



    

                   

Dathan?



    

                   

Yes. Dathan.



    

                   

Of your own free will?



    

                   

My own free will.



    

                   

You are no man's slave.



    

                   

The hour of deliverance

has come.



    

                   

Not for me, Joshua.



    

                   

Hail to thee,

great god of the Nile!



    

                   

Hail to thee,

great god of the Nile!



    

                   

Thy life-giving waters

are the blood of Egypt.



    

                   

Hail to thee,

maker of barley,



    

                   

breeder of cattle,



    

                   

carrier of ships,



    

                   

praised of all the gods!



    

                   

Pharaoh of Egypt,



    

                   

you have not yet

obeyed the Lord.



    

                   

Let my people go.



    

                   

The point

of a sword shall...



    

                   

Let him rave on



    

                   

that men

shall know him mad.



    

                   

Obey the Lord,



    

                   

or He will raise His hand

against the waters of the river.



    

                   

I have come

to bless the waters.



    

                   

You have come

to curse them.



    

                   

We will learn

if a god of shepherds



    

                   

is stronger than

the gods of Pharaoh.



    

                   

Water of life,

give drink to the desert



    

                   

and make green

the meadow.



    

                   

Aaron.



    

                   

Stretch out my staff

against the waters.



    

                   

- Look!

- Look!



    

                   

There, where he struck

the river, it bleeds!



    

                   

The water turns to blood!



    

                   

Blood flows from the god!



    

                   

See how it spreads.



    

                   

It is blood!



    

                   

That you may know

the power of the Lord,



    

                   

for seven days,

Egypt will thirst.



    

                   

Seven days

without water.



    

                   

Fill every jug and jar!



    

                   

Pestilence

will be everywhere!



    

                   

Were it seven

times seven days,



    

                   

no magician's trick

will set your people free.



    

                   

Sacred water,

make pure the flood



    

                   

from which you came.



    

                   

And God smote the land



    

                   

with all manner of plagues,



    

                   

but still Pharaoh's heart

was hardened.



    

                   

Great One, you hear

the cry of Egypt.



    

                   

They would cry louder



    

                   

if they had to

make the bricks.



    

                   

Send them away.



    

                   

The people have been

plagued by thirst,



    

                   

they've been

plagued by frogs,



    

                   

by lice, by flies,

by sickness, by boils.



    

                   

They can endure no more.



    

                   

Go back to

your homes!



    

                   

Why do you bring

this worker of evil before me?



    

                   

The people desert the temples.



    

                   

They turn from the gods.



    

                   

What gods?



    

                   

You prophets and priests

made the gods



    

                   

that you may prey

upon the fears of men.



    

                   

When the Nile ran red,

I, too, was afraid,



    

                   

until word came



    

                   

of a mountain

beyond the cataracts



    

                   

which spewed red mud

and poisoned the water.



    

                   

Was it the staff I gave you

that caused all this?



    

                   

Was it the wonder of your god

that fish should die



    

                   

and frogs

should leave the waters?



    

                   

Was it a miracle

that flies and lice



    

                   

should bloat

upon their carrion



    

                   

and spread disease

in both man and beast?



    

                   

These things were ordered

by themselves,



    

                   

and not by any god.



    

                   

Now go.



    

                   

That you may know these things

are done of God...



    

                   

...you shall see hail

fall from a clear sky



    

                   

and burn as fire

upon the ground,



    

                   

you shall see darkness

cover Egypt



    

                   

when the sun

climbs high to noon,



    

                   

and you shall know

that God is God



    

                   

and bow down to His will.



    

                   

Nothing of this earth



    

                   

can make me bow

to you, Moses.



    

                   

Behold, the hail comes.



    

                   

When darkness has covered

Egypt for three days,



    

                   

your ministers

will send for me.



    

                   

In the three days

of darkness,



    

                   

you have whined like

frightened children



    

                   

in the night.



    

                   

Moses said the sun

would shine in three days,



    

                   

and it is true.



    

                   

O Great One,

let his people go,



    

                   

or all of Egypt

will be barren



    

                   

from the cataracts

to the sea.



    

                   

Will my father

free the slaves?



    

                   

Can taxes be collected



    

                   

from dead cattle

and blighted harvests?



    

                   

Does fear rule Egypt...



    

                   

...or do I?



    

                   

We fear no army

of the earth,



    

                   

but can we fight

plagues with swords?



    

                   

There is no shame in this.



    

                   

Even the strongest

tree bends.



    

                   

It is not Pharaoh

who yields to the slave,



    

                   

but his counselors.



    

                   

I have summoned Moses

at your request.



    

                   

People will bless you,

Great One.



    

                   

No other choice.



    

                   

Does the world bow

to an empty throne?



    

                   

Empty?



    

                   

Does a Pharaoh harden

his heart against his son?



    

                   

If you let

the Hebrews go,



    

                   

who will build

his cities?



    

                   

You told Moses

to make bricks without straw.



    

                   

Now he tells you



    

                   

to make cities

without bricks.



    

                   

Who is the slave,

and who is the Pharaoh?



    

                   

Do you hear

laughter, Rameses?



    

                   

Yes.



    

                   

The laughter of kings.



    

                   

In Babylon,



    

                   

in Canaan,



    

                   

in Troy...



    

                   

as Egypt surrenders

to the god of slaves.



    

                   

Bring the Hebrew in.



    

                   

Go into the garden.



    

                   

It's not good

for a son of Pharaoh



    

                   

to see his

father humbled



    

                   

by a son of slaves.



    

                   

My son,



    

                   

stand beside me.



    

                   

Have the days of darkness



    

                   

made you see

the light, Rameses?



    

                   

Will you now

free my people?



    

                   

Great One, bid the scribe

read the order.



    

                   

Give me the writing.



    

                   

Sublime Pharaoh,

you cannot resist



    

                   

the power of his god.



    

                   

I know not his god.



    

                   

Neither will I

let his people go.



    

                   

Egypt will die.



    

                   

How long will you refuse



    

                   

to humble yourself

before God?



    

                   

If you bring

another plague upon us,



    

                   

it is not your god, but I



    

                   

who will turn the Nile red

with blood.



    

                   

As your father's father



    

                   

turned the streets

of Goshen red



    

                   

with the blood

of our male children.



    

                   

If there is one more

plague on Egypt,



    

                   

it is by your word

that God will bring it.



    

                   

And there shall be

so great a cry



    

                   

throughout the land



    

                   

that you will surely

let the people go.



    

                   

Come to me no more, Moses,



    

                   

for on the day

you see my face again,



    

                   

you will surely die.



    

                   

So let it be written.



    

                   

I will give this spawn

of slaves and his god



    

                   

an answer the world

will not forget.



    

                   

Commander of the Host,



    

                   

call in the chariots

from Tanis.



    

                   

There shall be

one more plague,



    

                   

only it will come upon

the slaves of Goshen.



    

                   

The firstborn

of each house shall die,



    

                   

beginning with

the son of Moses.



    

                   

You're the shepherd girl

that Moses married.



    

                   

The queen of Egypt

is beautiful,



    

                   

as he told me.



    

                   

My husband is not here.



    

                   

Is this Moses' son?



    

                   

Yes, this is our son.



    

                   

What do you want of us?



    

                   

You need have

no fear of me.



    

                   

I feared only

his memory of you.



    

                   

You have been able

to erase it.



    

                   

He has forgotten

both of us.



    

                   

You lost him



    

                   

when he went

to seek his God.



    

                   

I lost him when

he found his God.



    

                   

At least he left you

a son to cherish.



    

                   

I am here

to save his son.



    

                   

From what?



    

                   

From Pharaoh's decree



    

                   

that the firstborn

of Israel must die.



    

                   

Die?







 

                   

God of Abraham...



 

                   

...don't let him do this.



 

                   

Not to the children.



 

                   

A caravan for Midian

is waiting



 

                   

for you and your son.



 

                   

My chariot

will bring you to it.



 

                   

I'm surprised

you noticed me.



 

                   

You didn't at the palace

this morning, you know.



 

                   

Why?



  

                   

Were you afraid

to look at me?



  

                   

What do you want,

Nefretiri?



  

                   

You, Moses.



  

                   

Everything about us

is coming to an end.



  

                   

You will destroy Egypt

or Egypt will destroy you.



  

                   

I belong to you, Moses.



  

                   

She's gone with your

son to Midian.



  

                   

Why would she leave?



  

                   

She knew you would try to save

the other children



  

                   

before your own son.



  

                   

Save the other children?

From what?



  

                   

Rameses is massing

the Libyan axmen,



  

                   

the chariots, the

Sardinian swordsmen.



  

                   

Why? Tell me why!



  

                   

To destroy the

firstborn of Israel.



  

                   

Oh, God!



  

                   

My God!



  

                   

Out of His own mouth

comes thy judgment.



  

                   

But I have saved

your son, Moses.



  

                   

It is not my son

who will die.



  

                   

It is... it is the

firstborn of Egypt.



  

                   

It is your son,

Nefretiri.



  

                   

No. You would not dare strike

Pharaoh's son!



  

                   

In the hardness of his heart,



  

                   

Pharaoh has mocked God



  

                   

and brings death

to his own son.



  

                   

But he is my son, Moses.



  

                   

You would not harm my son.



  

                   

By myself, I am nothing.



  

                   

It is the power of God



  

                   

which uses me to

work His will.



  

                   

You would not

let Him do this to me.



  

                   

I saved your son.



  

                   

I cannot save yours.



  

                   

Your god listens

to you, Moses.



  

                   

About midnight,



  

                   

the Destroyer will come

into the midst of Egypt,



  

                   

and all the

firstborn shall die,



  

                   

from the firstborn

of Pharaoh



  

                   

to the firstborn

of his servants.



  

                   

When you were

prince of Egypt,



  

                   

you held me

in your arms.



  

                   

When you were

a condemned slave,



  

                   

I threw myself

at your feet



  

                   

before the court

of Pharaoh,



  

                   

because I loved you, Moses.



  

                   

It is the Lord



  

                   

who executes

judgment, Nefretiri.



  

                   

Go back to your son.



  

                   

Your love for me is stronger



  

                   

than the power of any god.



  

                   

You will not kill my son.



  

                   

Turn from Thy

fierce wrath, O Lord!



  

                   

Death cometh to me



  

                   

To set me free



  

                   

Death cometh to me



  

                   

No, Lilia. Death will

not come to you.



  

                   

Joshua.



  

                   

Joshua, you risk

your life in coming here.



  

                   

You are firstborn.



  

                   

So are you.



  

                   

I bring lamb's blood



  

                   

to mark the doorposts

and lintel...



  

                   

...that the Angel of Death

may pass you by.



  

                   

Joshua, it is enough



  

                   

that you have

come to me.



  

                   

I am outcast

among our people.



  

                   

Don't save me

from death, Joshua.



  

                   

Save me from life.



  

                   

Tomorrow will bring a new world

for us, Lilia.



  

                   

There will be no new world



  

                   

and no blood on this door.



  

                   

Dathan, it will save her life.



  

                   

Moses has God's promise.



  

                   

Moses has words.

Pharaoh has spears.



  

                   

Remember, Joshua, of her

own free will, she's mine.



  

                   

And under His wings

shalt thou trust...



  

                   

And under His wings

shalt thou trust...



  

                   

Though we stand in

the shadow of death,



  

                   

the Lord is our God.



  

                   

The Lord is One.



  

                   

The Lord is our God.



  

                   

The Lord is One.



  

                   

His truth shall be

thy shield and buckler...



  

                   

Shield us through

this night of terror,



  

                   

O King of the Universe.



  

                   

Why is everyone afraid?



  

                   

Why is this night different

from all others?



  

                   

Because this night

the Lord our God



  

                   

will deliver us

from the bondage of Egypt.



   

                   

Thou shalt not be afraid

for the terror by night...



   

                   

Stand all!



   

                   

Pharaoh's soldiers.



   

                   

Or worse.



   

                   

Look for the arrow

that flyeth by day...



   

                   

Bithiah.



   

                   

In fear of your god,

they have set me free.



   

                   

May a stranger enter?



   

                   

There are no strangers



   

                   

among those

who seek God's mercy.



   

                   

My bearers?



   

                   

All who thirst for freedom

may come with us.



   

                   

The darkness of death



   

                   

will pass over us tonight,



   

                   

and tomorrow the

light of freedom



   

                   

will shine upon us



   

                   

as we go forth

from Egypt.



   

                   

I shall go

with you, Moses.



   

                   

A princess of Egypt?



   

                   

The House of Pharaoh.



   

                   

She follows

the gods of Egypt.



   

                   

An idol worshiper!



   

                   

This woman

drew me from the Nile



   

                   

and set my feet upon

the path of knowledge.



   

                   

Mered, bring a chair

to our table



   

                   

for the daughter

of Pharaoh.



   

                   

There is a great light that

shines from your face, Moses.



   

                   

Perhaps someday I shall

come to understand it.



   

                   

He is God's messenger, Princess.



   

                   

Stay back.



   

                   

Don't come out.



   

                   

Help me!



   

                   

If it is not forbidden



   

                   

to look upon

the breath of pestilence,



   

                   

then see, for it is here.



   

                   

Do not look, Eleazar.



   

                   

Close the door, Joshua,



   

                   

and let death pass.



   

                   

Nor for the pestilence

that walketh in darkness...



   

                   

Will it pass, Moses?



   

                   

Will it pass?



   

                   

That is God's promise,

Elisheba.



   

                   

Blessed art Thou,

O Lord, our God,



   

                   

who bringeth forth bread

from the earth.



   

                   

Oh, no! It's coming

through the door!



   

                   

Close up the cracks!

Keep it out!



   

                   

Save yourselves!

Run! Run!



   

                   

There shall no

evil befall you,



   

                   

nor any plagues

come near you.



   

                   

A thousand shall fall

at thy side...



   

                   

Why do we eat unleavened bread

and bitter herbs, my uncle?



   

                   

The herbs...



   

                   

Faster! Faster!

Take the other road!



   

                   

No! No, turn back!



   

                   

The herbs remind us

of the bitterness



   

                   

of our captivity, Eleazar.



   

                   

But it shall not

come nigh thee...



   

                   

This is the bread of haste,



   

                   

that you will

remember this night



   

                   

from generation to generation

forever.



   

                   

Hold the baby high!



   

                   

Keep him above it!



   

                   

They are my people.



   

                   

All are God's people.



   

                   

Death is all around us!



   

                   

But it passes those



   

                   

who have believed the Lord.



   

                   

Always remember, Eleazar,



   

                   

he passed over your house.



   

                   

Are the captains of Egypt afraid

of a night mist?



   

                   

The death cry is everywhere.



   

                   

Some devil's curse!

Look!



   

                   

I've known battle

for    years, Pharaoh,



   

                   

but I've not known fear

till tonight.



   

                   

Aide.



   

                   

Have the captains

join their men.



   

                   

At the coming of dawn,

we will strike.



   

                   

No firstborn Hebrew

shall live.



   

                   

Let the Hebrews go,

Great One,



   

                   

or we are all dead men.



   

                   

He was your son?



   

                   

My firstborn.



   

                   

There is no magic cure,



   

                   

no spell to use.



   

                   

He is the firstborn

of Pharaoh.



   

                   

We have no skill

before this... pestilence.



   

                   

My father.



   

                   

My son.



   

                   

Your own curse is on him.



   

                   

Where did you hear this?



   

                   

From Moses.



   

                   

I would not let his people go



   

                   

because your serpent's tongue

hardened my heart.



   

                   

You only thought

to keep Moses here.



   

                   

You cared nothing

for my throne...



   

                   

or my son.



   

                   

I asked Moses for his life.



   

                   

The shadow of death

is on his face.



   

                   

No.



   

                   

He will not die.



   

                   

Captain.



   

                   

Take my fastest chariot.



   

                   

Bring Moses to me.



   

                   

I will bring him,

Mighty Pharaoh.



   

                   

He is my only son.



   

                   

You have conquered, Moses.



   

                   

The foot of a slave is

on the neck of Egypt.



   

                   

You were saved from the Nile



   

                   

to be a curse upon me.



   

                   

Your shadow fell between me

and my father,



   

                   

between me and my fame...



   

                   

between me and my queen.



   

                   

Your shadow now fills all things

with death.



   

                   

Go out from among us,



   

                   

you and your people.



   

                   

I set you free.



   

                   

It is not by your word

nor by my hand



   

                   

that we are free, Pharaoh.



   

                   

The power of God has freed us.



   

                   

Enough of your words.



   

                   

Take your people, your cattle,



   

                   

your god, and your pestilence.



   

                   

Take what spoils from Egypt you

will, but go!



   

                   

O, Lord God...



   

                   

with a strong hand,



   

                   

Thou dost bring us

out of bitter bondage.



   

                   

Tomorrow we go forth

a free nation,



   

                   

where every man shall

reap what he has sown



   

                   

and bow no knee

except in prayer.



   

                   

We will go with our young

and with our old,



   

                   

with our sons

and with our daughters.



   

                   

With our flocks and with our

herds will we go,



   

                   

for I know

that the Lord is great



   

                   

and that our Lord

is above all gods.



   

                   

He's dead.



   

                   

Sokar...



   

                   

Great Lord

of the Lower World,



   

                   

I who have denied

the gods of Egypt...



   

                   

bow before you now.



   

                   

Show that you have power

above the god of Moses.



   

                   

Restore the life

he has taken from my son.



   

                   

Guide back his soul

across the Lake of Death



   

                   

into the place

of living men,



   

                   

and I will raise

a temple to you



   

                   

mightier

than the pyramids.



   

                   

Hear me,

Dread Lord of Darkness.



   

                   

Arise, O Israel!



   

                   

Behold the dawn

of freedom!



   

                   

And it came to pass...



   

                   

after the stifling

night of terror



   

                   

came a day such as

the world had never seen.



   

                   

From east and west,

from north and south,



   

                   

they came with

all they had,



   

                   

driving their flocks

and their herds



   

                   

and their camels

before them.



   

                   

By tens, by hundreds,

by thousands,



   

                   

unending streams of man

and beast and burden



   

                   

and even very much cattle



   

                   

poured into

the Avenue of Sphinxes.



   

                   

Beneath the stone feet



   

                   

of the four colossal

images of Rameses,



   

                   

which their own

sweat and blood and sinew



   

                   

had hewn from solid rock,



   

                   

a nation arose,



   

                   

and freedom

was born into the world.



   

                   

Grandfather, have you got

Rebecca?



   

                   

No, I haven't got Rebecca.



   

                   

Here's the kneading trough.



   

                   

Sling it on your shoulders.



   

                   

This is a blessed day.



   

                   

Where's Rebecca?



   

                   

Here is Rebecca.



   

                   

Ben Caleb.



   

                   

Yes?



   

                   

Can we take

the cattle?



   

                   

Moving to the gates,

horn and hoof.



   

                   

Rachel, help me

with this brick yoke.



   

                   

Benjamin, don't forget

the oil for the lamps.



   

                   

You're carrying

your own load now.



   

                   

Where are we going, Naomi?



   

                   

To some land flowing

with milk and honey.



   

                   

I never tasted honey.

Anybody know the way?



   

                   

It's away from the whip.



   

                   

Freedom won't wet your throats

in the desert.



   

                   

Fill your water skins.



   

                   

This is the governor's house.

You cannot enter.



   

                   

Out! Out, all of you!



   

                   

Why do soldiers come here?



   

                   

I put no blood on my door.



   

                   

Then stone bleeds.



   

                   

Your stonecutter did this to me.



   

                   

All your gold

cannot wipe that mark



   

                   

from your door, Dathan,



   

                   

or from my heart.



   

                   

Just for that,



   

                   

you'll walk all the way to...



   

                   

Where are we going?



   

                   

Do you know

where we're going?



   

                   

To hell, I hope!



   

                   

Like Dathan,



   

                   

they did not know

where they were going,



   

                   

and they cared no more



   

                   

than the flocks

and herds they drove.



   

                   

Now they used the brick yokes



   

                   

to carry a very different

burden.



   

                   

And there went forth

among them



   

                   

planters of vineyards

and sowers of seeds,



   

                   

each hoping to sit under

his own vine and fig tree.



   

                   

Out of this glorious chaos,



   

                   

it is Joshua who

brings order and purpose.



   

                   

Set the standard

of each tribe



   

                   

before all the people.



   

                   

Levites in the center.



   

                   

Judah to the right.

Ephraim to the left. Go!



   

                   

Hallelujah!



   

                   

Look where you're going!



   

                   

Watch out, you ribbon carrier!



   

                   

Keep your big feet

out of my geese!



   

                   

His son Joseph



   

                   

Many colors was his coat



   

                   

Born...



   

                   

Aaron and the elders carry

a shrouded body, Grandfather.



   

                   

They bear the bones of Joseph

to rest in his own land.



   

                   

Into water he was thrown...



   

                   

Nubians, Grandfather.



   

                   

Here come treasure wagons!



   

                   

The spoils of Egypt.



   

                   

All who shared the toil

will share this gold.



   

                   

Here, boy...



   

                   

for the blind one.



   

                   

It's a little golden calf,

grandfather...



   

                   

With horns.



   

                   

An idol...

for idol worshipers.



   

                   

Grandpa, fire bearers.



   

                   

Plant your fires at night



   

                   

beside the tribal standards,



   

                   

where all may come

to light their torches.



   

                   

They'll be burning, Joshua!



   

                   

Eleazar, hang this

on the wagon.



   

                   

Now the cradle.



   

                   

Here, Miriam.

Here, Miriam.



   

                   

Joshua!



   

                   

Joshua!



   

                   

Joshua!



   

                   

I have wagons for

the midwives and physicians.



   

                   

Where shall they be placed?



   

                   

     cubits, one...



   

                   

Where's your whip, Dathan?



   

                   

I'll pay you back

every lash you gave me, Dathan!



   

                   

Two for one!



   

                   

Now is this a day for us

to have hard feelings?



   

                   

I felt your whip!



   

                   

Yes, every day!



   

                   

Lilia is no slave, Dathan.



   

                   

You can carry your own carcass.



   

                   

Let her ride.



   

                   

So now, my brother,

we have new taskmasters.



   

                   

We serve no masters now.



   

                   

Yes, but not for long.



   

                   

Here, old woman.



   

                   

That's it.



   

                   

Joshua!



   

                   

Make way for the governor!



   

                   

You know who I am.



   

                   

I know who you were,

Lord Governor.



   

                   

I go to serve the Pharaoh.



   

                   

Tell Rameses I'm coming back

to my house.



   

                   

That rabble may follow Moses



   

                   

into the desert today,



   

                   

but when their eyes are seared

red by the sun,



   

                   

when their cracked lips

bleed with thirst,



   

                   

when their stomachs

cramp with hunger,



   

                   

they will curse the name

of Moses and his god,



   

                   

then I, Dathan, will lead them

back to Pharaoh



   

                   

and the brick pits.



   

                   

There are so many.



   

                   

So many.



   

                   

How shall I find Thy road



   

                   

through

the wilderness, Lord?



   

                   

How shall I find water

in the desert



   

                   

for this multitude?



   

                   

Moses, the people

are assembled.



   

                   

Then let us go forth

to the mountain of God,



   

                   

that he may write his

commandments in our minds



   

                   

and upon our hearts forever.



   

                   

We march, praising

His mighty name.



   

                   

What is the word, Joshua?



   

                   

The word is given.



   

                   

Let the trumpets sound!



   

                   

Hear, O Israel!



   

                   

Remember this day



   

                   

when the strong hand

of the Lord



   

                   

leads you

out of bondage.



   

                   

The Lord is our God!



   

                   

The Lord is One!



   

                   

The Lord is our God!



   

                   

The Lord is One!



   

                   

Push! Push!



   

                   

Yes, you pull!



   

                   

Joshua!



   

                   

    Years in bondage,

and today he won't move!



   

                   

Well, a stray lamb!



   

                   

The Lord is One



   

                   

Praise to God



   

                   

Thank Thee, O Lord.



   

                   

My litter can carry him.



   

                   

I am poured out

like water,



   

                   

my strength dried up

into the dust of death.



   

                   

We shall plant your fig tree

in the new land.



   

                   

Children shall eat of its fruit.



   

                   

Do you hear that?

Do you hear that?



   

                   

You have a strong new son.



   

                   

And he brought

forth the people



   

                   

with joy and gladness.



   

                   

He bore them out of Egypt



   

                   

as an eagle bears its young

upon its wings.



   

                   

But again, Pharaoh's

heart was hardened.



   

                   

But again, Pharaoh's

heart was hardened.



   

                   

How many more days and nights

will you pray?



   

                   

Does he hear you?



   

                   

Dread Lord of Darkness,



   

                   

are you not greater

than the god of Moses?



   

                   

I have raised

my voice to you,



   

                   

yet life has not come

to the body of my son.



   

                   

Hear me!



   

                   

He cannot hear you.



   

                   

He's nothing but

a piece of stone



   

                   

with the head of a bird.



   

                   

He will hear me.



   

                   

I am Egypt.



   

                   

Egypt?



   

                   

You are nothing.



   

                   

You let Moses kill my son.



   

                   

No god can bring him back.



   

                   

What have you done to Moses?



   

                   

How did he die?



   

                   

Did he cry for mercy

when you tortured him?



   

                   

Bring me to his body.



   

                   

I want to see it, Rameses.



   

                   

I want to see it.



   

                   

This is my son.



   

                   

He would have been Pharaoh.



   

                   

He would have ruled the world.



   

                   

Who mourns him now?



   

                   

Not even you.



   

                   

All you can

think of is Moses.



   

                   

You will not see his body.



   

                   

I drove him out of Egypt.



   

                   

I cannot fight the power

of his god.



   

                   

His god?



   

                   

The priests say

that Pharaoh is a god,



   

                   

but you are not a god.



   

                   

You are even less than a man.



   

                   

Listen to me, Rameses.



   

                   

You thought I was evil

when I went to Moses,



   

                   

and you were right.



   

                   

Shall I tell you

what happened, Rameses?



   

                   

He spurned me like a strumpet

in the street.



   

                   

I, Nefretiri, Queen of Egypt.



   

                   

All that you wanted from me



   

                   

he would not even take.



   

                   

Do you hear laughter, Pharaoh?



   

                   

Not the laughter of kings,



   

                   

but the laughter

of slaves on the desert.



   

                   

Laughter?



   

                   

Laughter?



   

                   

My son, I shall build your tomb



   

                   

upon their crushed bodies.



   

                   

If any escape me,



   

                   

their seed shall be scattered

and accursed forever.



   

                   

My armor. The war crown.



   

                   

Laughter.



   

                   

I will turn the laughter

of these slaves



   

                   

into wails of torment.



   

                   

They shall remember

the name of Moses,



   

                   

only that he died

under my chariot wheels.



   

                   

Kill him with your own hands.



   

                   

Let the trumpets sound.



   

                   

Alert the watchtowers.



   

                   

Assemble all the chariots

at the city gate.



   

                   

I obey.



   

                   

Nura and Thebes

will draw my chariot.



   

                   

I will bring you back

your temple treasure.



   

                   

Bring it back to me...



   

                   

stained with his blood.



   

                   

I will...



   

                   

to mingle with your own.



   

                   

Whoa.



   

                   

Pharaoh!



   

                   

Nura! Thebes!



   

                   

Guards, salute!



   

                   

Hail, Pharaoh!



   

                   

Hail, Pharaoh!



   

                   

Remember your firstborn.



   

                   

Death to the slaves!



   

                   

Death to the slaves!



   

                   

Death to their god!



   

                   

Death to their god!



   

                   

Hail, Pharaoh!



   

                   

Forward!



   

                   

Do you hear thunder...



   

                   

over the sea?



   

                   

No. It comes from the desert.



   

                   

That's the thunder of horses.



   

                   

Look!



   

                   

Pharaoh's chariots!



   

                   

We're trapped against the sea!



   

                   

Caleb, warn the north tents.



   

                   

Joshua.



   

                   

That's Joshua's horn.



   

                   

All men to the pass!



   

                   

Get carts, wagons!

Form a barrier!



   

                   

What's the alarm, Joshua?



   

                   

Pharaoh's chariots.



   

                   

Block the pass with carts.



   

                   

Women and children, to the sea.



   

                   

Bring shovels, pounders,

mattocks!



   

                   

Hear me! Hear me!



   

                   

Can mattocks

stop arrows?



   

                   

Will your little carts

stop Pharaoh's chariots?



   

                   

You women, do you want

to see your men killed?



   

                   

Moses!



   

                   

What is it, Joshua?

What is it?



   

                   

Pharaoh's chariots!



   

                   

I've ordered men

to block the pass.



   

                   

How can we fight chariots?



   

                   

Nothing can stop them.



   

                   

Order the men

to move back, Joshua.



   

                   

Move back?

Where, into the sea?



   

                   

Into the hand of God.



   

                   

Deliverer?



   

                   

Yes, he has

delivered you to death!



   

                   

Run! Run!



   

                   

Look!



   

                   

Look!



   

                   

Blame Moses for this!



   

                   

Deliver him to peril!



   

                   

Stone him!

Yes! Stone him!



   

                   

The god of Moses

is a poor general



   

                   

to leave him no retreat.



   

                   

   times you have seen



   

                   

the miracles of the Lord,



   

                   

and still you have no faith.



   

                   

He's a false prophet

who delivers you to death!



   

                   

Stone him!

Stone him!



   

                   

Listen to Moses!

He speaks God's will!



   

                   

Forward!



   

                   

They will stop for me.



   

                   

A charging chariot

knows no rank.



   

                   

Was it because there

were no graves in Egypt



   

                   

that you took us away to die

in the wilderness?



   

                   

Fear not!



   

                   

Stand still



   

                   

and see the salvation

of the Lord.



   

                   

A pillar of fire!



   

                   

It is the breath of God!



   

                   

Through it!



   

                   

No, Great One.



   

                   

You cannot breach

the fire of God.



   

                   

Gather your families

and your flocks.



   

                   

We must go with all speed.



   

                   

Go where, to drown

in the sea?



   

                   

How long will the fire hold

Pharaoh back?



   

                   

After this day,



   

                   

you shall see

his chariots no more.



   

                   

No! You'll be

dead under them!



   

                   

The Lord of Hosts

will do battle for us.



   

                   

Behold His mighty hand.



   

                   

It's a miracle!



   

                   

It's a miracle!



   

                   

The wind

opens the sea!



   

                   

God opens the sea with the blast

of his nostrils.



   

                   

Lead them through the midst

of the waters.



   

                   

His will be done.



   

                   

He opens the waters

before them,



   

                   

and he bars our way

with fire.



   

                   

Let us go from this place.



   

                   

Men cannot fight

against a god.



   

                   

Better to die

in battle with a god



   

                   

than live in shame.



   

                   

Praise God

and down into it!



   

                   

God has delivered us

from the sword of Pharaoh.



   

                   

Jacob cherished

his son Joseph



   

                   

Many colors

was his coat...



   

                   

Etam, help us!



   

                   

Never mind the wheel.



   

                   

Pull!



   

                   

Pull for your lives!



   

                   

Is your life worth so much?



   

                   

Jacob cherished his son Joseph



   

                   

Many colors was his coat



   

                   

God of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob



   

                   

Ever bless us with Thy hand...



   

                   

Get tow lines

on the midwife's cart!



   

                   

Abandon it!



   

                   

Save the bread if you can.



   

                   

Ben Caleb, order

all wagons to turn clear.



   

                   

Moses, stand on the rock



   

                   

where the people can see

you and have hope...



   

                   

Above us!



   

                   

Help that wagon!



   

                   

The fire dies.



   

                   

Sound the pursuit.



   

                   

And, halt!



   

                   

This is work for a butcher,



   

                   

not a Pharaoh.



   

                   

Destroy them all,



   

                   

but bring Moses to me alive.



   

                   

Level spears!



   

                   

Forward!



   

                   

Here, take him.



   

                   

Grandfather, look!

The horses are coming!



   

                   

The chariots!



   

                   

Aah! Run! Run!

Run for your lives!



   

                   

Better to serve the Egyptians

than to die here.



   

                   

Who shall withstand

the power of God?



   

                   

Thou didst blow with Thy winds,



   

                   

and the sea covered them.



   

                   

Who is like unto Thee,

O Lord?



   

                   

From everlasting to everlasting,



   

                   

Thou art God.



   

                   

The Lord is our God!



   

                   

The Lord is One!



   

                   

Before you strike,



   

                   

show me his blood

on your sword.



   

                   

You couldn't even kill him.



   

                   

His god...



   

                   

is God.



   

                   

And Moses led Israel

from the Red Sea



   

                   

And Moses led Israel

from the Red Sea



   

                   

into the wilderness

of Sinai,



   

                   

and they camped before

the holy mountain.



   

                   

And when the people saw

that Moses delayed



   

                   

to come down

out of the mountain,



   

                   

they gathered

themselves together.



   

                   

Ask Aaron.



   

                   

Could anyone live

on that fiery summit



   

                   

for    days

and    nights?



   

                   

Yes, by the will

of God!



   

                   

Who knows

the will of God?



   

                   

Do you? Do I?



   

                   

Or you, Sephora,



   

                   

his grieving wife?



   

                   

She came back among us

to find her husband,



   

                   

but he's dead.



   

                   

Even she cannot hope

that he lives.



   

                   

Moses went up into

the forbidden ground



   

                   

to receive God's law.



   

                   

Yes, but he's not

returned.



   

                   

We share your pain.



   

                   

We sympathize.



   

                   

But will sympathy

lead us



   

                   

to this land flowing

with milk and honey?



   

                   

Now we have

no leader!



   

                   

Don't be fooled!

Moses will return!



   

                   

Would a god who has

shown you such wonders



   

                   

let Moses die before his work

is done?



   

                   

His work is done.



   

                   

His mother.



   

                   

So beautiful is

the hope of a mother,



   

                   

but there are other

mothers among you!



   

                   

What will become

of your children?



   

                   

Yes!



   

                   

We must have faith.



   

                   

Faith in what... you, Aaron?



   

                   

Can you lead us to this land

of promise?



   

                   

Do you know where it is?



   

                   

- Tell us.

- Where is it?



   

                   

Across the wilderness.



   

                   

And who is to lead us?



   

                   

You, Dathan.



   

                   

Where could I bring you

except to Egypt?



   

                   

Where there is death?



   

                   

No, where there's food!



   

                   

Pharaoh would kill us all.



   

                   

Not if a god of Egypt

went before us!



   

                   

You could

make one for us, Aaron.



   

                   

Aaron knows the art

of the temple.



   

                   

I will not!



   

                   

He will not.



   

                   

He would rather

see our flesh



   

                   

rot in the wilderness.



   

                   

You will make a god for us.



   

                   

A god of gold.



   

                   

A golden calf!



   

                   

Korah shall be

the high priest.



   

                   

Bring baskets,

buckets, shawls,



   

                   

anything you have.



   

                   

Break off your earrings,



   

                   

your bracelets, your necklaces!



   

                   

We will make of them

a golden calf!



   

                   

The golden spoils

we took from Egypt!



   

                   

There!



   

                   

Spoils from Egypt.



   

                   

From the burning bush,

O Lord,



   

                   

you charged me

to bring the people



   

                   

to this holy mountain



   

                   

to behold your glory

and receive your law.



   

                   

What have I left undone?



   

                   

I am...



   

                   

I am...



   

                   

I am the Lord Thy God.



   

                   

Thou shalt have

no other gods before me.



   

                   

Thou shalt not make

unto thee any graven image.



   

                   

Thou shalt not make

unto thee any graven image.



   

                   

And they overlaid the image

with pure gold,



   

                   

and Aaron fashioned it



   

                   

and smoothed it

with the hammer,



   

                   

ready to be graven



   

                   

by cunning art

and man's device.



   

                   

And he fastened it

with nails,



   

                   

that it should not move.



   

                   

And he

that smote the anvil



   

                   

did beat the molten gold

into thin plates,



   

                   

for they had gathered

their treasure



   

                   

into the midst

of the furnace



   

                   

and did blow the fire

upon it to melt it.



   

                   

And they adorned themselves



   

                   

in rich apparel

and costly array,



   

                   

with veils of blue

and purple and scarlet



   

                   

and fine-twined linen

wrought in Egypt.



   

                   

And the women tread grapes

from Midian



   

                   

into new wine.



   

                   

Thou shalt not take



   

                   

the name of the Lord

thy god in vain.



   

                   

Remember the Sabbath day,

to keep it holy.



   

                   

Honor thy father

and thy mother.



   

                   

Thou shalt not kill.



   

                   

Hallel!



   

                   

Hallel!



   

                   

Hallel!



   

                   

And the people

sinned a great sin,



   

                   

for they had

made them a god of gold.



   

                   

And they bore him upon

their shoulders and rejoiced,



   

                   

saying, "This be

our god, O Israel."



   

                   

Are you mourners of Moses



   

                   

afraid to face

the new god of gold?



   

                   

They were as children

who had lost their faith.



   

                   

They were

perverse and crooked



   

                   

and rebellious against God.



   

                   

They did eat

the bread of wickedness



   

                   

and drank

the wine of violence,



   

                   

and they did evil

in the eyes of the Lord.



   

                   

And the people cried,



   

                   

"The graven image

hath brought us joy."



   

                   

And they worshipped

the golden calf



   

                   

and sacrificed unto it.



   

                   

Here is your sacrifice!



   

                   

Make way for Dathan!



   

                   

Make way for Dathan!



   

                   

Make way!



   

                   

Make way for

the sacrifice!



   

                   

Make way!

Out of the way!



   

                   

Place the sacrifice

upon the altar!



   

                   

Have you no shame?



   

                   

Thou shalt not

commit adultery.



   

                   

Thou shalt not steal.



   

                   

Thou shalt not bear

false witness



   

                   

against thy neighbor.



   

                   

Thou shalt not covet



   

                   

anything

that is thy neighbor's.



   

                   

Written with

the finger of God.



   

                   

Go, get thee down,



   

                   

for thy people have

corrupted themselves.



   

                   

And the people rose up to play



   

                   

and did eat and drink.



   

                   

They were

as the children of fools



   

                   

and cast off

their clothes.



   

                   

The wicked were like

a troubled sea



   

                   

whose waters cast up

mire and dirt.



   

                   

They sank

from evil to evil



   

                   

and were viler

than the earth.



   

                   

And there was rioting

and drunkenness,



   

                   

for they had become

servants of sin.



   

                   

And there was manifest

all manner of ungodliness



   

                   

and works of the flesh,



   

                   

even adultery

and lasciviousness,



   

                   

uncleanness,



   

                   

idolatry and rioting,



   

                   

vanity and wrath.



   

                   

And they were filled

with iniquity



   

                   

and vile affections.



   

                   

And Aaron knew that he had

brought them to shame.



   

                   

Abiram, Korah,



   

                   

bind the sacrifice

with cords,



   

                   

even unto the horns

of the altar!



   

                   

The light of God shines

from you, Moses.



   

                   

Do not kneel to me, Joshua.



   

                   

These tablets of stone...



   

                   

The writing of God.



   

                   

His Ten Commandments.



   

                   

There is a noise

of war in the camp.



   

                   

It is not the noise of war.



   

                   

It is the noise

of song and revelry.



   

                   

Moses!



   

                   

Look!



   

                   

Joshua!



   

                   

Woe unto thee, O Israel!



   

                   

You have sinned a great sin



   

                   

in the sight of God.



   

                   

You are not worthy



   

                   

to receive

these Ten Commandments!



   

                   

Aaron!



   

                   

Moses!



   

                   

We're gathered

against you, Moses.



   

                   

You take too much

upon yourself.



   

                   

We will not live

by your commandments.



   

                   

We're free!



   

                   

There is no freedom

without the law.



   

                   

Whose law, Moses? Yours?



   

                   

Did you carve

those tablets



   

                   

to become

a prince over us?



   

                   

Who is

on the Lord's side?



   

                   

Let him come to me.



   

                   

I am!



   

                   

I am!



   

                   

Lead us, Moses!



   

                   

We are lost!



   

                   

Dathan!



   

                   

Follow Dathan!



   

                   

- Moses!

- Moses!



   

                   

Moses!



   

                   

Aaron, you have cursed us.



   

                   

Dathan and the people

made me do it.



   

                   

Joshua!



   

                   

Joshua!



   

                   

Dathan brought us joy!



   

                   

He showed you no land flowing

with milk and honey.



   

                   

I show you a god of gold!



   

                   

Come with me!

Follow me!



   

                   

Blasphemers!

Idolaters!



   

                   

For this, you shall

drink bitter waters.



   

                   

God has set

before you this day



   

                   

his laws

of life and good



   

                   

and death and evil.



   

                   

Those who will not

live by the law...



   

                   

shall die by the law!



   

                   

And the Lord's anger

was kindled against Israel.



   

                   

And the Lord's anger

was kindled against Israel.



   

                   

And to prove



   

                   

whether they would keep

his commandments or no,



   

                   

he made them wander

in the wilderness    years,



   

                   

until all the generation



   

                   

that had done evil

in the sight of the Lord



   

                   

was consumed.



   

                   

But Moses' eye was not dim,



   

                   

nor his natural force abated.



   

                   

And he went up

from the plains of Moab



   

                   

unto the mountain of Nebo.



   

                   

And the Lord showed him

all the land



   

                   

that was beyond

the River Jordan.



   

                   

The Lord was

angry with me



   

                   

because I disobeyed him

by the waters of strife.



   

                   

And he said unto me,



   

                   

"Behold the new land

with thine eyes,



   

                   

for thou shalt not cross

over this River Jordan."



   

                   

Then I shall stay.



   

                   

I am called by the Lord,

Sephora.



   

                   

I go alone.



   

                   

Look, Moses.



   

                   

The people have come

to the River Jordan.



   

                   

In the ark, they carry

the law you brought them.



   

                   

You taught them not

to live by bread alone.



   

                   

You are God's torch



   

                   

that lights the way

to freedom.



   

                   

I love you.



   

                   

Joshua.



   

                   

Joshua, I charge you

and strengthen you,



   

                   

for you shall go over

Jordan to lead the people.



   

                   

As for me and my house,



   

                   

we shall serve the Lord.



   

                   

Mered, give me the books.



   

                   

Eleazar,



   

                   

set these five books



   

                   

in the Ark of the Covenant



   

                   

by the tablets

of the Ten Commandments,



   

                   

which the Lord

restored unto us.



   

                   

Go,



   

                   

proclaim liberty

throughout all the lands,



   

                   

unto all

the inhabitants thereof!

 

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