The Ten Commandments Page #4

In my judgment book, you have

accused your brother falsely.

Come.

Great Pharaoh,

he is the son of your body.

I need no help, Moses,

to hold what is mine.

I decide what is yours.

Come with me, Moses.

Will you lose the throne

because Moses builds a city?

The city that he builds

shall bear my name.

The woman that he loves

shall bear my child.

So it shall be written.

So it shall be done.

Yes. This is for the temple ceremony.

This...

This...

...is for my wedding night.

You will never wear it.

Why not?

I have brought you a cloth

more revealing. Send them away.

Go, then, while I hear what this

puckered old persimmon has to say.

Well? What croakings

of doom have you today?

You prepare for a marriage

that will never be.

You've been drinking honey wine!

I shall not let the Pharaoh

and Rameses be betrayed.

Why should a slave care

which Pharaoh rules?

For 30 years, I have been silent.

Now, all the kings of Egypt

cry out to me from their tombs,

"Let no Hebrew sit upon our throne."

What are you saying?

Rameses has the blood of many kings.

- And Moses?

- He is lower than the dust.

Not one drop of royal blood

flows through his veins.

He is the son of Hebrew slaves.

I'll have you torn into so many pieces,

even the vultures won't find them.

Who hatched this lie? Rameses?

Rameses does not know... yet.

You will repeat this to Bithiah!

It was Bithiah who drew a slave child

from the Nile,

called him son and Prince of Egypt,

blinding herself to the truth

and 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 first-born.

Torn from a Levite's robe.

It was Moses' swaddling cloth.

And your shroud!

You think I care whose son he is?

- Rameses cares.

- You won't live to tell him.

Nefretiri?

Nefretiri! Have you closed your doors

to make a beggar of a prince?

I'm the beggar, Moses, begging you

to hold me in your arms. Kiss me.

Just kiss me.

You're no beggar, my love.

You're a conqueror,

and I am your captive for life.

One lifetime will not be half enough.

You will be King of Egypt.

And I will be your footstool.

A man stupid enough

to use you for a footstool

would not be wise enough to rule Egypt.

Princess!

Princess, the raven has dropped

a black feather at your door.

- Who can...?

- 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.

- A piece of Hebrew cloth!

- Memnet may have dropped it.

Memnet was not 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.

- To de...?

How could Rameses destroy me

with a piece of cloth?

Moses, Moses, why do you question

me? Why do you care? Yes!

I killed her.

What does it matter?

A hundred slaves die every day.

- What's done is forgotten.

- It is not forgotten.

What is 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...

...but the son of Hebrew slaves.

You believe that?

I'll believe anything

you want me to believe.

Say you are not,

I'll believe you are not.

Love cannot drown truth, Nefretiri.

You do believe it,

or you would not have killed Memnet.

I love you.

That's the only truth I know.

Did this child of the Nile

have a mother?

Memnet called her Yochabel.

I will ask Bithiah.

How could you doubt me?

You did not doubt me when I held you

as you took your first step.

It's a wicked lie spun by Rameses.

Mother, did Rameses spin this?

The word of your mother against

a piece of cloth found by Memnet?

How did you know it was Memnet?

Who else? Memnet nursed Rameses.

She shall pay for spreading his lies.

- She has paid.

- She's dead?

At the hand of Nefretiri.

Put away any fears or suspicions

that may remain with you, my son.

Why, your will will be law in Egypt

when you are crowned

and sceptered as her king.

Memnet spoke of a Hebrew woman

named Yochabel.

Did you ever know her?

No.

Yours was the face

I saw above my cradle,

the only mother I've ever known.

Wherever I am led

or whatever I must do,

I will always love you.

My chariot. I will drive to Goshen.

A chariot here in Goshen?

- You know who I am?

- It has been many years, great one.

- Who are they?

- All that remain of my children.

I will speak to you alone.

Why have you...?

- Why have you come here?

- Because Moses will come here.

- My son?

- No, my son.

And that's all that he must know.

My lips might deny him, great one,

but my eyes never could.

You shall leave Goshen,

you and your family, tonight.

We are Levites,

appointed shepherds of Israel.

We cannot leave our people.

Would you take from Moses

all that I have given him?

Would you undo all

that I have done for him?

I have put the throne of Egypt

within his reach.

- What can you give him in its place?

- I gave him life.

I gave him love!

Was it your hand that dried his tears?

And when he was troubled,

was it your heart that ached for him?

Yes-

My heart ached for him.

And my arms ached to hold him,

but I dared not even touch

the hem of his garment.

His heritage from me

could only have been misery,

poverty and the lash.

No, I will not take from him the

glory and riches you have given him.

For this you shall be well cared for.

You and your family shall be taken

from Goshen tonight.

No matter where you send me,

if the God of Abraham

has a purpose for my son,

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