The Ten Commandments Script - Dialogue Transcript

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The Ten Commandments Script



And God said,

"Let there be light."



And there was light.



And from this light,



God created life upon earth.



And man was given dominion



over all things upon this earth



and the power to choose

between good and evil.



But each sought to do

his own will



because he knew not

the light of God's law.



Man took dominion over man,



the conquered were made

to serve the conqueror,



the weak were made

to serve the strong,



and freedom

was gone from the world.



So did the Egyptians cause

the children of Israel



to serve with rigor,



and their lives were made bitter



with hard bondage.



And their cry

came up unto God.



And God heard them



and cast into Egypt,



into the lowly hut

of Amram and Yochabel,



the seed of a man



upon whose mind and heart

would be written



God's law

and God's commandments,



one man to stand alone

against an empire.



one man to stand alone

against an empire.



Divine one,



last night,

our astrologers



saw an evil star



enter into

the House of Egypt.



Meaning war?



From the frontiers

of Sinai and Libya



to the cataracts

of the Nile,



what nation would dare

draw the sword against us?



The enemy to fear is

in the heart of Egypt.






The Hebrew slaves

in the land of Goshen.



I number my enemies

by their swords,



not by their chains,

High Priest.



Chains have been

forged into swords



before now, Divine One.



Among these slaves,



there is a prophecy

of a deliverer



who will lead them

out of bondage.



A star proclaims

his birth.



Then let

the Hebrews die!



Slaves are wealth,




The more slaves we have,

the more bricks we make.



I would still

see fewer bricks made



and fewer Hebrews in Goshen.



It is our eastern gate.



Since this deliverer

is among their newborn,



only their newborn

need die.



Every newborn Hebrew

man-child shall die.



So let it be written.



So let it be done.



So speaks Rameses I.



No! No!



Oh, where can...?

Oh, no!



Please! Please!






God of Abraham,



take my child

into Thy hands



that he may live

to Thy service.



But, Mother, we have not

even given him a name.



God will

give him a name.



Follow it, Miriam.



Watch it

from the reeds.



See where the Lord

will lead him.



Yes, Mother.



Why didn't you say no?



She didn't think of it.



Here, throw.



You're getting fat.



Too many sesame cakes.






Catch a lotus,

and you catch a wish!



What will you wish for, Tulia,

gold or a man?



Gold, of course.



Then I can have

any man.



Gold will never fill

an empty heart.




you chattering geese.



Oh, Memnet,

you're only happy



when you're miserable.



You fools.



To talk of empty hearts



before the Pharaoh's daughter.



What is there in her heart



but the memory

of a dead husband?



We meant no harm, Memnet.



Look! There's something here!



Be sure it's not a crocodile.



Bithiah can charm tears

from a crocodile.






What is it, Bithiah?

What did you find?



Only a drifting basket.



Shall we come

and help you get it?




send the girls away.



I'd rather be alone now.



Now see what you've done.



Back to the palace,

all of you.



Go on. All of you.

Musicians, too.



Memnet, we wouldn't

hurt Bithiah.



Bithiah's tired of you,

and so am I.



Off you go. Scat.



You're tired of

everything, Memnet.



Go on. Off you go.



Go on. Hurry up.



You've hurt her enough.



What have you found?



The answer to my prayers.



You prayed for a basket?






I prayed for a son.



Your husband is in

the House of the Dead.



And he has asked

the Nile god



to bring me

this beautiful boy.



Do you know the pattern

of this cloth?



If my son

is covered in it,



it is a royal robe!






It is the Levite cloth

of a Hebrew slave!



This child

was put upon the water



to save its life

from your father's edict.



I am the Pharaoh's




and this is my son.



He shall be reared

in my house



as the prince

of the two lands.



My mother and

her mother before her



were branded

to the Pharaoh's service.



I will not see you

make this son of slaves



a prince of Egypt.



You will see it, Memnet.



You will see him walk



with his head

among the eagles,



and you will serve him

as you serve me.



Fill the ark with water.



Sink it into silence.






Raise your hands,




What you have

buried in the Nile



shall remain buried

in your heart.



Swear it.



I will be silent.



The day you

break that oath



will be the last

your eyes shall ever see.



You will be the glory

of Egypt, my son,



mighty in words and deeds.



Kings shall bow

before you.



Your name will live

when the pyramids are dust.



And... because I drew you

from the water,



you shall be called













Moses! Moses!






He proclaims his

coming from afar,



does he not, my son?



Such favor with the people

can be dangerous, Great Sethi.



To whom, Rameses?

To me or to you?



It would not be

the first time



that fame

has turned a prince



against his Pharaoh.



Or that envy has turned

brother against brother.



Envy is for the weak.



And beauty

is for the strong.



That is what

you have in mind.



If you mean




yes, my father.



Is it the princess' beauty

that attracts you, Rameses,



or the fact that

she must marry



the man I choose

to follow me on the throne?



I am the son

of your body.



Who else could be your heir?



The man

best able to rule Egypt



will follow me.



I owe that to my fathers,

not to my sons.



Then I shall follow you.



Shall you?



Do not let ambition



shave your prince's lock.



I sent Moses

to destroy a city.



He returns in triumph.



I sent you to build a city.



Where is it?



It will rise

when I have put fear



into the stiff-necked

Hebrew slaves



who build it.



But this I know, my father...



no pretended brother



will ever have your crown...



or Nefretiri.






Whoever I choose

shall have my crown...



and Nefretiri.



I think I see him, Memnet.









It's Moses!



Yes! I can see him!



Moses! Moses!



Listen, Memnet.




The trumpets

tell all the world



he's come back to me.



Hear them,



and all their shouts



are drowned

by the beating of my heart.






You hear, Memnet?



The whole city calls his name.



I hear them, Nefretiri.



The Lord Moses, Prince of Egypt,



son of the Pharaoh's sister,



beloved of the Nile god,



Commander of

the Southern Host!



Welcome home!



Son of the Nile god!



Prince Moses!



The blessings of the god

Amon-ra be upon you,



Great Prince.



He has brought down

the pride of Ethiopia...



The old windbag.



I agree with him.



May your name be exalted

on earth, O Conqueror,



even as the sun is exalted

in the heavens.



Welcome to my sister's son.



We have heard how you took ibis

from the Nile



to destroy the venomous serpents

used against you



when you laid siege

to the City of Saba.



May my arm stay strong

in your service, Great Sethi.



Who is

this fair young god



come into the House

of Pharaoh?



No need to tell you



how I share her joy

at your return.



No need, my brother.



Great One,

I bring you Ethiopia!



Command them to kneel

before Pharaoh.



Command what you have

conquered, my brother.



I bring the Ethiopian king



and his sister in friendship,



as an ally to guard

our southern gates.



My son has dealt wisely



with you, Ethiopia.



Welcome as a friend.



Great King,



I will ask but one favor

of your friendship.



This green stone

from our mountains...



that I may give it

to your prince of Egypt,



for he is kind

as well as wise.



It is pleasing to the gods

to see a man honored



by his enemies.



And such a beautiful enemy.



See to their comfort.



Divine One,



here is the full count

of Ethiopia's tribute.






I am sending down the Nile

   full barges



of such wealth

as you see here...



logs of ebony,

and trees of myrrh,



all for your

new Treasure City.



A handsome tribute

indeed, Moses.



Unfortunately, I have no new

Treasure City.



And you will have none.



The stiff-necked slaves

die more willingly



than bend their backs

in your service.






They believe

a deliverer has come



to lead them

from their bondage.









He has been foretold by

every falling star



since my father's time.



And now you make him

an excuse



for your failure

to build my city!



I am not one

to make excuses.



If you doubt me,



let Moses build the city.



No. No.



He's just trying to keep

Moses away from you, Sethi.



Or you, perhaps.



I think our roosters would

crow more softly



on another roof.



Stand before me,

both of you.



Would you please

your Pharaoh, Moses?



Your wish is my will.



Then you build my city.



Wise decision.



A noble task.






Do you believe this

slave deliverer is a myth?



What I believe

is of no account.



What matters is the slaves

believe in him.



Of course, of course.



Then you, too,

shall go to Goshen.



Learn if this deliverer

be a myth or man.



If a myth, bring him

to me in a bottle.



If a man...



bring him to me in chains.



So let it be written.



So let it be done.



Your fragrance is like the wine

of Babylon.



I could...



But you are

the throne princess,



and by the Pharaoh's law,



you can marry only a Pharaoh.



I shall marry a Pharaoh.






Rameses might not

agree with that idea.



But Sethi might.



While you were gone,

I kept your name on his lips,



your praises in his ears.



But now, unless

you can succeed,



you'll be the prince

of desert province



I'll be Rameses' wife.



Oh, Moses,



build the city for him,



and Sethi will

deny you nothing.



I will build the city

for love of Sethi,



not for the throne

of Egypt.



But I am Egypt.



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.






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.






I'll be less

trouble to him



than the Hebrew slaves

of 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, 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?






We must have hope.



God will send us

the deliverer.






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!












Help me!



Stop the stone!



Keep working!






Keep pulling up there.



Yochabel is caught!

Stop the stone!



You over there,




Come on, pull!



Bend your backs,

you dogs. Pull!



Move it over there!



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!




Stop the stone!



Stop the stone!



Keep moving there!




Hold! Hold all!



Hold on all ropes!



Hold the poles!



Hold the poles!






- Water!

- Water!



- Water!

- Water!



Let the old woman loose.



She'll stay where she is,

and you'll die in a lion pit.






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!






Prince Moses!




Prince Moses!



Come here!




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.






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.






Push-poles, follow me.



Out of the way.



Break open the bins.



Out of the way.



Stand back.






Well, well.



Divine One.






- 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.









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.






Well, you know,

crowns are sometimes lost



by smiles and dimples.



And so is patience.






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.






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.






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,




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.






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!






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?






You gave the grain

to the slaves?






You gave them one day

in seven to rest.






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.






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.









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.






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.






This is for

the temple ceremony.






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.






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?




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




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.















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, the raven has dropped

a black feather at your door!






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?






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?






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




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!






They're going away, Moses.



The secret's going with them.



No one need ever know the shame

I've brought upon you.






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.






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.






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




the sheaves of wheat



and endlessly

return for more.



A golden harvest

to the threshers,



the grain saved

to feed the masters,




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'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




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.






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




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.






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?






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.







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,




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.






I'm not kneeling

to a princess.






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?






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.






Run, Lilia, run!

The way is clear.



The master builder

will not follow.



Neither will you,




Bind him between the columns!



See that his arms

are tightly stretched!



You'll die on your feet,




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,




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.






Why have you done this?



Where is the girl Lilia?






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.






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.









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?






This can't be.






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.






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.












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




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?






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?






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




within another

woman's arms.



Now look upon each other

for the last time.



Now look for the first time,




upon the governor of Goshen.



Dathan, my brother,



you have the favor

of the Lord.



I prefer the gratitude

of the prince.






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.






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.






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...





















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.






His robe is

not Egyptian.



Who cares?

He's a man.






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.









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.






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




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.






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.






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.






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,






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.






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,




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




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.






Now you're cheating.



There was another.






I know.



I loved him, too.



With my last breath,

I'll break my own law



and speak the name of...









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.









Your mother's calling.






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.






Khataf, back!



Khataf, back!



Back, Khataf.



Come down.






Down, Turfa.



Praise God,

I have found you.






We thought you dead.



In the copper mines

of Geber,



the living are dead.






Bring water!



How did you find me?



A merchant buying copper



saw you in the tent of Jethro.



Here you, too, will find 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.









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, 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?






And I am afraid for him.



Then he is more than man,



for look.



Look at his face.



He has seen God.






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?






...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.






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.






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, 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.









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?






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.






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.






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!




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...


            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?






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?






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.






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.






Were you afraid

to look at me?



What do you want,




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,




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, 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...






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,




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




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!




I've known battle

for    years, Pharaoh,



but I've not known fear

till tonight.






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.






He will not die.






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.






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




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




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.






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




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!






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






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,




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.












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.






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




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!






    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.






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.









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.






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.









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!






Do you hear thunder...



over the sea?



No. It comes from the desert.



That's the thunder of horses.






Pharaoh's chariots!



We're trapped against the sea!



Caleb, warn the north tents.






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,




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?






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.






Yes, he has

delivered you to death!



Run! Run!









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!






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 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!






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




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?






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!






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.












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




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,






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.












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!









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!






Follow Dathan!



- Moses!

- Moses!






Aaron, you have cursed us.



Dathan and the people

made me do it.









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!







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,




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, 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.






set these five books



in the Ark of the Covenant



by the tablets

of the Ten Commandments,



which the Lord

restored unto us.






proclaim liberty

throughout all the lands,



unto all

the inhabitants thereof!

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