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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!
Hang on a second.
- Barry? - Adam?
- Oan you believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll pick you up.
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.
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!
Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of...
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!
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...
- 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.
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?
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?
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.
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.
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!
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.
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?
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.
- 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!
You ready for this, hot shot?
Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.
- Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check.
- Wings, check. - Stinger, check.
Scared out of my shorts, check.
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!
I feel so fast and free!
This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual.
Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.
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.
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?
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.
Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.
My sweet lord of bees!
Oandy-brain, get off there!
- Guys! - This could be bad.
Mama's little boy.
You are way out of position, rookie!
Ooming in at you like a missile!
I don't think these are flowers.
- Should we tell him? - I think he knows.
What is this?!
You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it!
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!
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...
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.
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.
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.
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!
- You're talking. - Yes, I know.
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.
...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?
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.
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.
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.
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?
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!
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...
...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!
Go ahead. I'll catch up.
Don't be too long.
- 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?
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.
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?
- 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.
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!
- 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!
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.
- 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?
Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see.
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!
- Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.
The Thomas 3000!
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"?
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?
There's hundreds of them!
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?
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...
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!
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?
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!
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!
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.
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!
- 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.
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!
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!
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...
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?
- Good friends? - Yes.
How good? Do you live together?
Wait a minute...
Are you her little...
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!
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!
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 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!
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!
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.
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!
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.
Bring it in, boys!
Hold it right there! Good.
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?
We're shutting honey production!
Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base.
Adam, you wouldn't believe how much honey was out there.
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.
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?
And whose fault do you think that is?
You know, I'm gonna guess bees.
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.
Listen, Barry... sorry, but I gotta get going.
I had to open my mouth and talk.
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 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?
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.
- 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.
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.
Don't freak out! My entire species...
What are you doing?
- Wait a minute! I'm an attorney! - Who's an attorney?
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...
...is attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers
and an incapacitated flight crew.
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!
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.
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?
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.
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?
Then follow me! Except Keychain.
Hold on, Barry. Here.
You've earned this.
I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.
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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