Samson Page #4

it moves on its own.

[Ashdod] Wake the prince.

[shrieking]

[shrieking continues]

What is this?

Rallah!

Release Taren,

or all your fields will burn!

- [Ashdod] Samson!

- [Taren] Samson!

- No!

- Hebrew!

Taren!

I release them!

Samson!

- [crying, screams]

- Taren!

[crying]

- No!

- [clattering]

[crying continues]

Forgive me.

- [horse whinnies]

- [Ashdod] Samson!

Samson!

Samson!

- I don't know.

- Samson!

Give me Samson

or your village burns.

He's not here.

I know you.

Manoah,

father of Samson.

Take him.

Are you sure

you want to bring all of Judah

into a war against you?

If Samson does not show,

he will find himself

without a father.

And you will find yourselves

without a village.

I know where he is.

Go. Go.

Brother.

Please, leave me.

God's not done with you.

For years,

I pleaded with God.

I asked him if you're truly

the one to deliver us all.

For years,

I'd never hear anything.

And then one night...

I heard

a still, small voice.

I looked around.

I was certain someone

had spoken words,

but there

was no one there.

And then

it happened again.

A voice so clear,

a voice

with divine certainty

that said I would witness

my brother free our people

with the strength

of his hands.

I know that you

will save us, Brother.

The only question is, when?

I have broken my vows.

It is over.

It's not over.

Summon your strength,

Brother.

They have father.

They've come here to hand

you over to the crown

in exchange for peace.

And if I surrender,

will Rallah free Father?

Surrender is not

the solution, Brother.

Then what is?

Make the men of Judah

your army.

They will fight for you,

and so will we.

Today's the day, Samson.

Today the prophecy

is fulfilled.

You are Samson

of the tribe of Dan,

chosen by God Almighty

and set apart.

His hand of vengeance

against the Philistines.

You are right, Brother.

My hands will save our people.

No, Brother.

No.

- Stand and fight.

- Brother.

[kicks legs]

[Rallah] Your loyalty

to the king is acknowledged.

Your village

will be spared.

Before your head hits the

ground, your village will burn.

And your father...

will be waiting for you.

- [groans]

- No!

No!

Draw!

Protect the prince!

Kill the Hebrew!

[soldiers yelling]

God, give me strength.

[yells]

Move! He's mine!

[groaning]

Go.

Bring me his head!

[blowing]

[yells]

[screaming]

Lord, hear my prayer.

[yells]

[Rallah] Get him!

Get his head!

He's the beast!

Lord, I'm

your humble servant.

Do not abandon me now.

Make thy strength

be my strength!

His god is with him!

He's invincible!

[yells]

Samson.

Dagon!

[flesh squishes]

[yells]

[jawbone drops]

Samson, son of Manoah,

chosen by God since birth

to bring deliverance

to your people...

I anoint you.

[birds squawk]

[grunts]

Aah!

[Rallah]

He has the strength of a god.

I saw it

with my own eyes.

Your eye deceives you.

- Did you see him bleed?

- Yes.

Then he is not a god!

Go tell the Hebrews

that we will not retaliate

if Samson swears

to end his violence!

Go. Get out

of my sight, boy.

- You child!

- [door slams]

[grunting]

You are not a god!

You risk Dagon's wrath.

I do not fear Dagon

or my father.

You fear another.

I have seen a real god...

in a real man.

That is power.

I will take Samson's power.

And you're going

to help me.

[narrator] Samson was

at last anointed the judge

and protector of our people.

The king sent no army

against us,

but the theft of our food

did not stop.

Prince Rallah was

sent far to the west

to lead campaigns into Egypt

as punishment.

But upon his return years later,

our tribes were once again

beset with violence

and pushed to the brink

of starvation.

[Samson] For years I have said

our only hope is in peace.

[man] Peace?

Our share of the coming harvest

can no longer feed us.

For years we have

listened to you.

We have barely endured,

yet nothing has changed.

It's time for war.

No. War only brings

suffering to our people.

I will leave to Gaza

to negotiate peace.

What you call peace,

I call starvation.

Our only hope is to rally the other

tribes and prepare for an attack.

God did not call you from the

womb to be a politician, Brother.

He gave you the strength

to fight like no man ever has.

I will return with freedom,

or I will not return at all.

[chattering]

[Rallah]

This is an outrage.

I determine

what is outrage.

I define what is

at risk to my kingdom.

He comes here

to negotiate.

He will leave in peace,

because it is my wish,

thus my command,

my decree, my authority.

Do you not see where this

argument is going? To the door.

Rallah.

You've returned.

[Balek]

Mighty Samson.

At last we meet.

May I offer you

some wine or some food?

A jawbone

of a donkey perhaps.

My son is around here

somewhere, is he not?

I'm here to negotiate

for the people I serve.

The same people you starve.

In order to negotiate, one must have

something to negotiate with, must he not?

What do you have

to offer my kingdom?

Peace.

True peace

between our people.

Reduce the tribute. Give back the

harvest that is rightfully ours.

Or else what?

You will face the wrath of God.

So you threaten me

with natural phenomenon,

freakish acts,

and the weather.

Mock me, if you will.

But you will not be laughing when you

have another thousand soldiers to bury.

I have rebuilt my army

three times since.

And the only reason

that you draw breath

is because I have not given

the order to take it.

I reject your offer.

Then you choose war.

I think we both know

that war is not

in your best interest.

Unless, of course, you choose to see

more of your loved ones perish.

This is my offer to you.

Disappear.

You disappear,

and the harvest will be

returned to your people.

You ask me

to leave my people?

You have

a choice, Samson.

Stay and watch

your people suffer, die...

or go away...

and have them flourish.

Make haste

out of the city.

Tell my brother...

Tell him I'll return when I

change the king's heart.

But you cannot linger here.

If these people

even suspect who you are...

Trust in God.

He will show us the way.

Now, go. Hurry.

A Hebrew who sits

in council with the King.

You must be mistaken.

My lord, forgive my manners.

I'm the proprietor

of a nearby inn

where important men like you

can rest and pray.

We're very discreet.

We ask no questions.

What manner of inn is this?

Nothing indecent,

I promise, my lord.

[man groaning]

[music playing]

- [clattering]

- [cheering]

[sighs]

- [music continues]

- [chattering]

I never would've come here had you been

honest about the sort of inn you run.

I must speak with you.

You're in the wrong room.

Go back to your madam.

Samson, please.

I've come here to warn you.

You're in grave danger.

Wait.

I know you.

Yes.

You were at my wedding feast.

You were with Rallah.

Yes, I was.

But that was before I knew

what he was capable of.

I've since left

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