Samson Page #3

a daughter of the enemy?

Have you lost your mind?

I'm not trying to shame you,

Father, or you, Mother.

You have no idea the brutality and

horrors they've brought on us.

But she is not like them.

She is different.

- We are their slaves.

- If you marry her,

you will bring shame

and dishonor to this family.

- [wind whispering]

- [birds chirping]

[animals shrieking]

What do you want from me?

Am I called to lead your people?

Then show me a sign.

[lion snarling]

[growling]

[growling continues]

[roaring]

- [twig snaps]

- [roaring]

No!

[bones crack]

[yells]

[gasping]

You are my savior

and my strength.

Forgive me, my Lord.

Forgive me.

[humming]

- [Delilah] Stop singing.

- Hmm?

Pardon me.

I did not see you.

And what on earth is the cause

of all this smiling and singing?

Does love not sing sweetly?

Take my advice.

Do not trust the love

of a Philistine.

No, my love is a Hebrew,

unlike any other man.

And his love comes

with a proposal.

Marriage?

You are a servant girl

to a Philistine king.

Would it not be permitted?

Our prince would never yield

his servant to a Hebrew.

But he is respected amongst his

community, one of their leaders.

And his name?

Samson.

Samson?

The strongman

is your betrothed?

Yes, my lady.

Have you heard of him?

I have.

Perhaps I can help you.

I will speak with Prince

Rallah on your behalf.

You'd do that for me?

Indeed.

In the name of love.

Thank you.

[man] I have received reports

that the Hebrews are

considering Samson as judge.

The judge of a slave

is still a slave.

- Let them do as they will.

- What would the king say?

What my father thinks

is of no concern to you.

The Hebrew has eyes

for your new servant girl.

Well, she is pleasing

to the eye.

- They plan to marry.

- That would be heresy to Dagon.

Wedding a Philistine

to a Hebrew.

You cannot allow this,

my lord.

But if you were to bless their

union, they would be in your debt.

How do you mean?

Give the girl to the Hebrew, and he

will never raise a hand against you.

The throne would be yours.

This is madness,

my lord.

He would be under my heel.

Let Samson marry.

We shall host

the wedding feast.

My queen is cunning.

And my king strong.

Ashdod,

you may leave.

Yes, my lord.

Give me Samson...

and the throne

will be ours.

[insects buzzing]

[Samson's voice]

Out of the eater,

something to eat.

Out of the strong...

something sweet.

[Taren] At least dance with

your bride-to-be once tonight.

Or did you take a vow

against all fun?

You dance.

I will watch.

[chuckles]

[all shouting]

Samson, my brother,

you look sober.

Here, have a drink.

No. I do not drink.

You do not drink?

Only babies do not drink.

- Should we get him some milk? Maybe a wet nurse.

- Oh.

I said no.

No wine for me.

It is not wine.

Drink with us.

[Ashdod]

It's your wedding. Drink.

[laughing]

You lied.

Just trying

to have some fun.

Impressive, Hebrew.

We all know

about your strength.

Is there anything

more to you?

Anything between those ears?

I have more

than you do.

- Ooh! - Ooh!

- Ooh!

Perhaps a riddle?

[all] Yes.

[Rallah] Yes? A riddle?

At night I come...

without being called.

By day, I am lost...

without being stolen.

What... am... I?

Too difficult?

[laughter]

A star.

All right. My turn.

I have a riddle that I am

sure none of you can solve.

[laughs] Oh.

You challenge 30 men

to a riddle?

Fine. Perhaps a wager.

My people

need clothes.

Your tunics, all of them.

[laughter]

Thirty Philistine tunics.

Fine.

But if you lose,

you owe the same.

And if you don't pay,

it will be your head

or your wife's.

[Samson]

Out of the eater,

something to eat.

Out of the strong,

something sweet.

Is that it?

Is my slave wit

too much for you?

You have until morning

to answer.

Keep those clean,

will you? Oh!

[chuckles]

Come on.

Let us dance. Music.

[music playing]

Did you really think I would

just let you run off and wed

without anything

in return?

"Out of the eater,

something to eat.

Out of the strong,

something sweet."

What does this mean to you?

I know not what you

speak of, my lord.

[gasps]

You lie.

I have watched you,

you know?

Seeing you talk

to your father,

that thief behind the bars.

It is quite

a beautiful bond you have.

Really extraordinary.

What are you saying?

It would be a shame...

if you never see him...

again.

[shuddering]

[Taren] Your riddle,

it confounds them all.

Rallah boasted of his wit,

so I gave him and his men

something to think about.

Let their small minds toil

while we have fun.

- And the answer?

- You will know soon enough.

What bothers you so?

Tomorrow we'll be married,

husband and wife.

There should be

no secrets between us.

No secrets.

Right.

No secrets.

For what

is sweeter than honey?

And what is stronger

than a lion?

There. Does that

solve these troubles?

Ah. There he is.

A groom full

of rare wit and strength.

[Samson] At the bottom of which

barrel did you find my answer?

- You would be surprised.

- [chuckles] Just try me.

For what is sweeter...

than honey?

And what is stronger

than a lion?

How did you...

Remind me again.

What was our wager?

Oh, yes.

- Thirty tunics.

- I do not have them.

Well, then I fear you lose

more than your wager.

- Do not touch her!

- Samson!

Fine. I will find your tunics.

Samson, please.

It wasn't me.

It wasn't me, Samson.

[soldier] Hey!

That water's

not for you, Hebrew.

[men laughing]

This well...

is for pure

Philistine lips.

Have it fouled

by the likes of you

makes me sick.

[men laughing]

I said, get your dirty hands

off our water

and move along!

Give me your tunic.

What did you say?

Your tunic. Give it to me.

Have you lost

your mind, Hebrew?

I could leave your corpse

here for the crows

and finish my drink

without a second thought!

Hey.

He's dead.

He's dead.

Your tunics.

I want all of them.

He's insane.

Put this dog down!

[all yelling]

[panting]

They cannot hurt you anymore.

You're free.

It's me, Samson.

Our God was with us today.

Help me gather their tunics.

Wait. Please!

I cannot touch the dead.

I cannot break my vow.

Rallah! Rallah!

My debt is paid.

Now, where is Taren?

[Ashdod]

Philistine tunics, sir.

There is blood.

Where is my wife?

You have no wife.

You did not return in time

to finish the ceremony.

Dagon law requires

once a wedding has begun,

it must be completed.

- I had to stand in your place.

- If you even touched her...

Now, since you've murdered my

men and stolen their clothes,

you will spend the rest

of your very short life

working in the mines.

[laughs]

Arrest this man.

[soldier] Sound the alarm!

[bell ringing]

[soldier]

Get back here, Samson!

Stay close and find him!

[animal shrieking]

[shrieks]

[shrieking]

[shrieking]

[soldier]

The crops are burning!

Why do you stand there?

Draw your bows!

There's no one there, sir.

What?

Then who starts

the fires?

[soldier] The fire,

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