Joseph - King of Dreams Page #4

Simeon. Stop them.

Judah. Judah, help me, please.

Please!

Judah, please!

Judah, we can't turn back now.

We've gone too far.

- Aah!

- Hut, hut!

- (Brays)

- (Chuckles)

I'm your brother!

I'm your brother!

Half-brother.

- (Slaver) Yah!

- (Saddle jingling)

(Wind whistling)

(Wolf howling)

(Slavers talking)

(Shivers)

(Gasps)

- Where could he have gone?

- Don't worry.

I'm sure he's all right.

The boys will find him.

(Judah) Father.

This is all we found.

(Gasps) Joseph!

- No! Joseph!

- Joseph!

(Gasping)

- Oh, Rachel.

- (Sobbing)

- (Grunts)

- Hey, wake up.

(Laughter)

# Behold the glory

behold the wonder

# What we have made

shall not be torn asunder

# Such vast achievement

stone and papyrus

# Beneath the gaze

of Isis and Osiris

# Land of majesty

# Where the heavens smile

# Jewel of history shining

# By the Nile #

- Exquisite, aren't they?

- Yes.

- Where's the slave market?

- By the docks.

(Camel brays)

# Serve and be silent

# You who are chattel

# We think of you

as little more than cattle

# This is your lot now

and we advise you

# To bow before

whatever master buys you

# Feel the power here

# Power has its price

# Some can live like gods

# Some must sacrifice... #

- What do you have?

- A Canaanite.

# Through the centuries

many backs have bent

# Many dreams are built

- # Many lives are spent #

- Move, slave!

Get in line.

(Trader) Slaves for sale!

Buy this one!

(Buyer) Let's have a look.

Let me see his teeth.

Hmm. Mm-hmm.

He's too skinny.

This is more like it.

The captain of the guard

needs a slave for his household.

I have one he might like.

Thirty pieces? Hmm.

He looks healthy enough.

Lord Potiphar!

- He'll do.

- Looks like we have some work to do.

# Look and be humbled

learn what your place is

# Egyptian slave

no matter what your race is

# This is your future

your life suspended

# And everything

you knew before has ended

# You are Egypt's now

# We have all control

# From your every step

# To your very soul #

- Hold still.

You're done. He's ready for work.

It's not for your face.

It's for the floor.

(Grunting)

Ow!

(Laughter)

- 'Hey, Joseph, you missed a spot.'

- (Laughing)

(Levi) 'Real work's different.'

- 'No more baby soft hands.'

- 'Who bows now, little brother? '

(Brothers laughing)

(Grunting)

- You there.

- (Laughter stops)

Have you cleaned

this entire courtyard yourself?

- Yes.

- (Woman) He's a hard worker.

Hmm.

We could put him

to better use inside?

My wife thinks you should work

for her. What do you say?

I cannot say.

A slave is not his own master.

Well said.

Find him some new clothes.

Then get someone else to finish.

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