Samson and Delilah Page #4

Since I was born I've been told...

... that God punished our people

because they failed to heed him.

Perhaps if I can distance myself

from my people for a while...

... I can hear his word and obey.

Go.

Back to the village.

Now your manhood begins.

As does mine.

I wouldn't if I were you.

Looking is one thing, but touching...

... that's something else.

The men could turn nasty,

and you could end up...

... with one less body part than God

gave you, if you know what I mean.

You're an Israelite.

Amrok.

Lost in the desert as a child.

Raised by the Philistines.

A wanderer by upbringing,

and a curious man by nature.

Homeward bound after...

... three weary years of putting one foot

in front of the other.

- And you?

- Samson.

I expected a giant, a wrestler.

But you look like any other man.

- You are the one they speak of?

- And betrayed.

But you, an Israelite, have lived

amongst the Philistines.

I was taken in by a family.

- Good people.

- How could you live with them...

... when they crushed your own people

under their heel?

Have you seen so little of life

that you don't know?

When a people are controlled

by a strong king...

... it is the king's will that prevails,

not the people's.

It wasn't the king who destroyed

our villages in the old days.

Yes, but those who did are fed by him,

advanced by him, rewarded by him.

The court controls everything.

If men devised a weapon

to destroy the courts...

... in one single blow,

all of Gaza is destroyed.

They are cruel people.

- Because they are afraid.

- Afraid?

Of losing what they have.

If you could drive them into the sea

and take their land...

... you would, wouldn't you?

- Right now I would not raise my finger...

... against them.

- Then we can be friends.

Friend.

The prince of the Philistines

seeks my head.

Friendship with me

could be dangerous.

The best friendships are always risky.

The prince who seeks your head

must first find his own.

Tomorrow night we'll feast

with my father in Timnah.

Timnah.

- Are these your father's fields?

- As far as the eye can see.

You chose your parents well.

- Hello.

- Amrok.

- Welcome back.

- Thank you.

Master. Master!

- How is your wife?

- Master.

Your son.

- Your son is back!

- Thank you.

Master. Your son. He's come back.

Let me speak for you. Then everything

will be all right, you'll see.

My son.

My son, my son.

Father, this is Samson.

- Samson?

- Yes. My Israelite friend.

Samson, this is my father.

If you are my son's friend...

... then you are my honored guest.

My house is your house.

- Rani.

- Amrok.

Dear brother.

Samson, this is my sister, Rani.

Rani, this is Samson.

This is for your wife.

- Oh, this is beautiful.

- It's beautiful.

It is beautiful.

Only sung by women in the presence

of a man at certain times.

Samson.

Drink.

Thank you.

Wait, wait.

I saw you once before

in the land of the Israelites.

- It was only for a moment.

- You were working in a field.

- I remember.

- You remember.

As you do.

Do you ever dream, Sidqa?

Yes.

I do.

Since I was a child,

I have never dreamed.

Never.

The doctors tell me

you're getting stronger.

That's true.

You thought your time had come,

didn't you, Sidqa?

A little longer.

A little longer.

Child, tell me what it is you want.

If it is within my power,

I shall grant it.

I want...

I want...

Yes?

I want Samson as my husband.

He is a good man.

But is he not an enemy of our people?

Not of mine.

- You love him?

- With all my heart.

Has he spoken words of love to you?

A woman sees the heart of a man

through the doorway of his eyes.

And you see... ?

A man who loves me as I love him.

- That's what she said?

- Her exact words.

But could she truly love me,

an Israelite...

... as a wife must love her husband?

Is such a thing possible?

My mother and father would say,

"Never. "

My teacher would say, "Think again. "

And have you thought again?

It is all I think of.

And each time the thought

fills me with happiness.

Then the question is...

... could you truly love her, a Philistine,

like a husband must love his wife?

As surely as the sun dies

beyond the hills each night.

Come and speak to her.

Tell her how you feel.

- She knows. She sees it.

- Yes, she knows.

But women like you to tell them.

Especially if it's the truth.

And what about these stories

that he has slain our soldiers...

... that the Israelites beg him

to lead their army against us?

He's here.

He refused them, and they betrayed him.

He's a man of peace.

As am I.

You know him now.

You know he's an honorable man.

Will you, that are kind and just...

... let rumor or gossip stand in his way?

It is said he humiliated

Prince Sidqa himself.

From what we are told,

this is not difficult.

True.

But if they found

he was hiding in my home...

... if they came for him...

I'm not thinking of myself.

But the danger to you...

... to Rani...

They would surely kill us all.

Father, I am an Israelite.

- You are my...

- Hear me out.

- You are my son.

- Hear me out.

I'm an Israelite.

But I honor you as my father.

Perhaps Rani's love for him...

... is the very way towards peace

between our two peoples.

And the king himself is wise.

Is he not?

Well...

... if I were to send a message to Gaza...

... if the king gave it his blessing...

Then all would be well.

This farmer from Timnah is a traitor.

- You must deny his request.

- Sidqa...

... when I'm gone and the throne is yours,

let me give you a word of advice:

Always, always ignore

those of your counselors...

... who say "you must. "

But, Father...

... now we know where Samson is.

- Yes, my son.

Now we know.

A Timnite woman.

They're supposed to be very beautiful,

are they not?

If she were that beautiful,

she'd be here, in the palace.

If you say so.

Do not humor me, commander.

I'd hate to think

you believe me jealous.

And are you jealous?

- What's the man to me?

- I don't know.

He saved your life.

I owe him thanks.

No more than that.

So he is unimportant.

Nothing.

Then why are you telling me

about him?

Because I tell you

what I hear in the court.

And I you.

And the arrangement makes us

both formidably well informed.

So the poor Israelite is to be denied

even one night of marital pleasure.

You feel sorry for an enemy

of our people?

Enemy? Where are his armies?

Whose downfall does he seek?

You're remarkable, Delilah.

I had assumed that you

would share the anger...

... of our prince with this Israelite.

The prince and I

have very different tastes.

The prince will never be known

for his taste...

... but for the size of his feet.

He'll never fit his father's shoes.

You know, General Tariq...

... I've known you all my life.

But at this moment,

I know you not at all.

I'm a man...

... in the wrong place

at the wrong time.

For whatever it's worth...

... I too have known myself

all my life...

... and yet not at all.

Cut it out.

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