Exodus: Gods and Kings Page #3

because you know something's wrong.

You've always felt it.

Please.

Everybody out.

Out.

The year of your birth,

there was a prophecy

that our leader would be born...

to liberate us from our bondage.

And so, there was an edict from Memphis

to kill every firstborn Hebrew boy.

Your parents didn't wait

for that to happen.

Any chance of your survival

was better than no chance.

They handed you to your sister.

She took you in a basket

to the banks of the river,

and she floated you to where she knew

Pharaoh Paramesse's daughter,

Bithia, bathed.

Bithia took you and your sister,

Miriam, as a maid,

and raised you as her own.

She probably even loved you,

but she never told you,

or anyone else, the truth.

You are Hebrew.

The truth?

The truth is,

it's not even that good a story.

And I thought you people were

meant to be... good storytellers.

You, slave.

You!

Do you expect a reward

for this information?

Our reward is being of service to you.

That said, if there were

some token you had in mind

beyond that...

We wouldn't refuse it.

How about this, then?

What about if I don't kill you?

That would be sufficient payment.

You people.

Please leave.

Please.

- How did it go?

- We can talk about that another time.

We can talk about it now...

If only as a respite from this army

of grim-faced physicians.

Sit.

We're taking a thorough look

at the city records,

and the man is clearly a thief.

It's one of life's

more depressing ironies...

that the men who crave power

are best fitted to acquire it,

and least fitted to exercise it.

What's wrong, Moses?

You're sick.

Something else is troubling you.

I can tell.

No, nothing else.

May you be alert,

rejuvenated and protected by the gods,

Every moment of your eternal life.

And to the left.

No, your left. More, more, more.

Good.

It is tall.

Monuments are monuments

for a reason. They inspire.

Inspire what, in this case?

In this, and in every case, power.

Say it out loud, whatever it is.

The viceroy of Pithom is outside.

He's not on the agenda.

- He can go back to Pithom until he is.

- No, we should deal with this.

Bring him in.

If you came here to beg the new king's

forgiveness, it won't work. Arrest him.

Wait, please. May I at least respond?

I beg you. It's in your interest.

- You make it short.

- I will...

to the king alone.

My advice is that he, and the other

generals, also leave the room.

Really? That's your advice?

You are not his advisor.

- That's right. You are.

- That's right.

Moses.

Moses.

Everybody but the viceroy... out.

Terrible news.

There you are.

So...

The viceroy. You didn't arrest him.

You didn't take

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