Samson and Delilah Page #5

Our gods have the tail of fish...

... because our ancestors

were seafaring people.

What does it matter if a handful of our

people decide to believe in a single deity?

- It's poor exchange.

- Perhaps so.

But I sometimes feel that a single sun

in the sky is better than two or three...

... that would burn us all alive.

But if we control

the Israelites by a treaty...

No, commander. This is treason.

You do not accommodate an enemy.

You eliminate him.

At what sacrifice?

A thousand of our young men?

Five thousand?

How many widows do you want to make

before you say enough?

The Israelites lay claim

to our kingdom...

... and we are contemplating

giving it to them?

No. Only that we make peace...

... the price for which is small.

They believe their god

will send them a savior to destroy us.

It is, above all else, this foolish belief

that holds them in our power.

They wait patiently, passively.

Perhaps we should be encouraging them

in this belief.

We should make an example

of their new hero, this Samson.

Before it's too late.

Draw them too close,

and they will discover...

... one of the secrets of our power,

how to make iron.

That is true.

- Perhaps there are ways...

- You wish them to learn...

... how to make real weapons, general?

Well, this year, next year.

Whatever. They will learn.

Man climbs upon

the shoulders of man.

But a treaty is not the answer.

It's too dangerous.

Let us leave them as they are,

waiting for their savior...

... and hope he does not come

till our reign...

... and yours are no more

than great memories.

- Yes, Your Majesty.

- You're my first general.

And what is a first general

without an army?

What is a scorpion

when it loses its sting?

Your Highness.

Will you mourn me

after my death, Sidqa?

Of course, Father.

Very good.

I want you to contact our agents.

Arrange for the capture

of this Samson.

You will command

the operation yourself.

I want him brought back

to Gaza. Alive, if possible.

- Alive?

- Yes, alive. Living, not dead.

More difficult, but essential.

- But it may be they already believe.

- Myths and legends wrap themselves...

... around the dead

and make them martyred heroes.

They are remembered.

I want this Samson

brought back here to Gaza.

A prisoner. In chains of iron.

He'll be quickly forgotten.

Here is your money.

Now show us where he lives.

A stranger.

He said...

He said...

Come, brother.

Our work is done here.

Father!

- Mara! Mara! Are you hurt?

- Please, God...

Please, God, help him.

Samson!

What are you doing?

Where are you taking him?

- Let him go!

- Samson!

Stay where you are.

With Samson gone,

we shall lead the rebellion.

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