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This one? This one?

Come on.

No, no, no!

Two more!
Yes?

Yes.

Pay heed to Potiphar,
chief steward of the Pharaoh.

Shh! Shh! Quiet!
The slave market of Avaris,

crown city of Egypt,

home to the Pharaoh,
god to his people,

welcomes the chief steward

and the head
of Pharaoh's guards,

the most honored...
Potiphar!

Potiphar! Potiphar!

Potiphar! Potiphar!

I have fine slaves.
Both of them are excellent.

Which one do you want?
Which one?

Do you want
one of these?

No.

No? This one? Look.

There?
In the corner?

This one?

This one, sir?
He's the best, sir.

He's a fine slave,
Sir.

Look at
that fine head.

Look.
Look at those shoulders.

Back.
Those arms.

He is perfect.

Ah! Teeth.

Young.

He's healthy enough,

but probably never done
a hard day's labor in his life.

Ah, but he can
be trained, master.

He... He's submissive.

He's obedient. He'll do
anything without a whimper.

And he knows his place.

Never opens his mouth
except to pray.

Is that true, boy?

Answer the master.

And to whom
are these prayers addressed?

Which gods?

Only one, my lord.

Only one god.

Must be very poor indeed.

Well, boy.

My one god provides
all my needs, my lord.

Well, he hasn't done very well
for you now, has he?

These Semites are
a superstitious lot, my lord.

These what?

Semites.

Semites?

Semites.

But when they are not praying,
they work very hard.

Hard workers, are they?

Yes!

I don't know, I don't know.
What do you think, overseer?

I could knock the piety
out of him, master.

I know that.

When I finish with him,

he'll need a city full of gods.

He's young.

There would be ten more good
years in a slave like this.

Stupid!

We could have made a fortune.
You destroyed the deal.

Stupid!

Oh, my lord! Come and
have a closer look, my lord.

The boy's amusing.
For a good price,

I'll take him off your hands.

He wants you! Did you hear
that? He wants you!

Come on. Move on!

Move the other way!

My name is Ednan!

You

sleep here.

You bathe each day.

The mistress likes
her slaves clean

and silent.

She sleeps

sixteen hours a day.

Remember that.

Before work each day...

we give praise to Amun,

father of all gods.

And praise is how you
begin your life here.

Praise to
the all-powerful Amun!

Praise to the all-powerful Amun!

Praise to the all-powerful Amun!

Praise to the all-powerful Amun!

I thought you were pious, boy.

Are you too good
to praise our god?

No, master.
Not too good.

Then what?

I've... I've only ever prayed
to the god of my fathers.

Well, you won't
find him in Egypt.

Don't you think you could use
Amun's good graces?

I need workers, boy,

not holy men.

I'll just have to teach you to
learn respect for my gods. Eh?

Now sleep!
All of you!

Move! Move!

Don't muddy the water.

Come with me.

All of you, stack
them in the shade.

Fill the urn with water.

Run, holy boy, run!

I said run!

Come on, boy.

Where's
your god now?

He doesn't seem
very powerful to me.

Are you ready
to praise Amun yet?

Not ready?

You spilled the water!

Refill the urn.

Now.

It's a fight you want,
is it?

Come on.
Put your backs into it.

Get back.

It's very
definite instructions.

But I thought...

All of this area
should've been cleared.

Look at this.
What are you doing, fool?

I said put the bricks
against that wall,

not this one.

Quiet, man. It is the slave
who is right. They do go here.

The soil over there

is too porous. The shrine
would sink in a month.

We'd both
lose our heads.

Keep to the plans,
Ednan.

Follow the dimensions
exactly as I've written them.

It's simple enough.

It's no good to me.
I can't read, idiot.

I can.

A slave who can read?

According to this,
we begin here.

That slave,
who is he?

Joseph the Semite,
mistress.

And he understands drawings?

Yes, mistress.

Explain his bruises.

Well, I, uh...

A slave's life,
mistress.

His lot is no different
than any other.

Well, it should be.

A good foreman would see
that this is a special man.

My wife wishes
to compliment you, architect.

The garden is
an absolute marvel.

It's quite lovely.

Thank you, mistress.
I wish only to serve.

You've served well.

I owe you
a special gift.

Name a prize.

If it's not
too forward,

I should like to buy
one of your slaves.

The one who can
understand drawings,

the Semite.

Potiphar, I thought
you said you favored him.

I did?

Yes.

And the good
architect is correct.

We under-use
a slave of his skills.

His manner is gentle,

a quality lost
on ordinary labor.

Bring the Semite slave.

Semite! Here!

They tell me I did well
the day I purchased you.

I am grateful, Master, that God
chose to be gracious to us both.

What?

Surely you remember, Master.

He speaks incessantly
of his god.

I'd be careful
if I were you.

You worship as you like
in Canaan, but in Egypt,

only Pharaoh,
son of Ra, is god.

Is this insolence,
boy?

- No, master.
- Good.

I serve you with humility
and honest labor,

but I cannot deny my god.

A slave who insists
on his own ways.

What do you
make of that, wife?

We have enough fools
who pander to us.

If this state
is to grow,

an honest slave who can
read drawings and cipher

would be a
valuable addition,

especially if we taught him
our own writing.

You see

the respect
the Pharaoh's chief steward

commands in his own home?

Slaves instruct him on religion.

His wife tells him
how to run his household...

A good wife
keeps her wits about

and draws attention
to what she sees as good.

And you see
the slave as good?

They say whatever
he touches flourishes.

Is this true?

It is, my lord.

Do you have a name?

I am Joseph, master.

Joseph, son of Jacob.

Well, Joseph, son of Jacob,

do you think you could bring
some order to my household

if I brought you
out of the fields?

To be out of the fields,
Master, I can do anything.

Then out of the fields
you shall be.

We'll see just how matters
flourish under your hands

or the hand of your god.

Uh, you'll have to name
another prize.

We've already got as much
in store as the whole

of last year's harvest,

and there's still
plenty left in the fields.

Joseph,
how do you do it?

Ednan, I don't create
the crops for harvest.

Must be. I know
Potiphar thinks you do.

Why else would he
dress you in robes

as fine as these?

Clothes mean nothing.
I'm still a slave.

Mistress, please.
You should not be here.

Really?

Has my husband elevated you
to a position

where you can
tell me where I belong?

No, mistress.
Of course not.

Then be still.

You have some dust

on your shoulder.

Here, let me
splash it off for you.

Come on.

You work hard...

...and you have
the muscles to prove it.

I'm told the barley harvest is
even bigger than last season's?

Yes, mistress.

Joseph the golden.

My husband is convinced
that your god is behind

all of his success,

that you are the key

to everything he's
ever hoped for.

My god provides for me.

Would he grant my wishes
if I were your friend?

Please, mistress.

I'm only flesh and blood,
and you press the limits

of my strength.

You dare
restrain me?

If my master knew why,
he would understand.

Really?

Is it my fault you lured me here
to take advantage of me?

He knows me
better than that.

It's my word against
that of a slave.

Joseph.

Come...

lie with me.

Impossible.

Potiphar has entrusted me
with all that is his.

The only thing
I cannot touch is you.

How could I betray
your husband's trust

and sin against God?

Time will come.

Joseph.

Mistress.

Joseph.

I thought we
understood each other.

I understood you,

but I think
you misjudged me.

So, I've decided to

give you a second chance.

Stop!

Where is he?

What my wife's maidservant
ran to tell me, is it true?

Would you have me call
your own wife a liar, master?

Oh! Potiphar!

What took you so long?

Didn't my maid tell you
of the pain I'm in?

Yes, yes, yes,
of course she did.

Of course, my love,
but the Pharaoh has first call

on his chief steward's time,
as well you know.

Anyway... Anyway, I'm here now.
I'm here now,

and will right any wrong
that has been done.

I... I was alone,

and...

he came here...

He came to my chamber.

On what excuse?

That's exactly what I said,

he just laughed at me.

He said he needed no excuse,

that he was
your chief steward,

and that I had to do
what he said or it would be

the worse for me.

He grabbed my arms.

He forced himself upon me.

I... I screamed
and I pushed him away.

And then I
scratched wildly at him.

You scratched him?

Yes.

With the power of the goddess
Bastet with me,

I drove him out!

I see.

I want

the full measure
of the law, husband.

The full measure!

I want his death.

Go! Leave me with the slave.

Come.

I thought I could trust you.

But you can, master.

If anyone approaches,
keep your hands behind you.

Thank you, master.

Now explain yourself.

How, master?

She accuses you of
the vilest crime, Joseph,

and demands the full measure
of the law in vengeance,

which means your head.

And a man guilty of that crime
would deserve nothing less.

So you deny it?

Yes, of course.

But who would believe a slave
pleading for his life?

I deserve better
than that from you!

I've treated you more like
a son than a slave;

Trusted my entire estate to you,

made you the law of my house in
my absence. You, a slave!

Your lands prospered
under my hand.

Which is why I'd
rather not see you dead.

It would take me years
to find another like you.

Is there nothing you can say
in your defense?

Only if you allow me
to speak openly,

as though I were a free man.

So be it.

But on this occasion only,
and no one must ever know

I allowed you such a liberty.

You know you can trust me.

I'd would never betray you,
not after all the goodness

you've shown me.

Wouldn't you call forcing
yourself on my wife a betrayal?

Of course I would, and I repeat,
I would never betray you.

You're saying
my wife's a liar.

That's not my place,
master.

But whatever happened
to her was not by my hand.

I could not do such a thing.

No, no, you couldn't.

It goes against everything
I've ever seen in you.

By all the gods!

Why this now,

when things were going so well
for my house?

Give me a reason
to believe you.

When the blood runs hot,
a man forgets his acts have

consequences.

I have seen the evil
that comes from rape!

It is hateful to me, and an
abomination in the eyes of God!

Tell me more.

Tell me more.

Give me a way of proving this
isn't the way of a man like you.

These are old memories,
master.

Thoughts of a better time
before my slavery.

And thoughts
of a great pain.

If you value your life, Joseph,
you'll share them with me.

I was only a child.

And a happy one
in so many ways.

Father! Father!

During a long and hard journey,

the Lord, our God,
watched over us

and brought us
to a fertile plain near

the Hivite town of Shechem.

Joseph.

Gather the others.

Here, my father, Jacob,
said we should raise our tents.

Quick. Father says
you must come.

There were my ten brothers:

Reuben,

Simeon,

Levi,

and Judah.

Dan,

Naphtali,

Gad and Asher.

Issacar,

Zebulun.

It's time! It's time!
It's time!

And there were his wives:

Leah, who bore my father's
first sons.

Rachel, my mother,

the one my father loved most.

And the handmaids,
Zilpah and Bilhah.

And my sister, Dinah.

It was a happy time, master,

a feeling we had
finally come home.

The Lord is truly
our shepherd.

He has fulfilled the promise
made to me at Beth-El,

and has led us safely back
to the land of my fathers.

The Lord is my God,

the God of Israel.

Who are they?

I am Hamor,
King of Shechem,

which lies behind
those walls.

This is Bera,
my counsel,

and this is my son,
also named Shechem,

so there'd be no doubt
as to what the future holds

for our city.

I am Jacob,
also called Israel,

and these are my people.

We come in peace,
in search of a land our god

promised would be home for us.

I see.
And which god is that?

We have only one.

Just one?

You must be a people
very short on feasts.

Our lord provides.

Indeed he does.

Indeed he does.

It was to him you
dedicated the sacrifice?

But where's the idol?

I'd like to see a single god
who could provide for you

as well as this one
appears to have done.

We keep no graven images.

Even so, we know
he is always with us.

You'll find we're
friendly people.

And if you also come in peace,

we welcome you
to camp near our city

to find the home
your single god promised.

We come only in peace.

And of course we intend to pay
full measure for the land

and the use of the spring.

Just name the price.

One-tenth of your grain
and of your flocks

and a third of the animals'
increase for five years.

Done.

And I thank you
for your kindness.

We shall be worthy neighbors.

Neighbors, yes.
Strangers, no.

In a week we honor
the goddess Astarte

with a marriage
followed by a grand feast.

You must join us.
But we're so many.

Then, at least
some representatives.

Your sons.

Perhaps, uh,
the young girl here.

Your invitation is kind.

Count upon some of us
being among your number.

I don't like it.

They're fat townspeople.

I say we keep our distance,
and if they give us trouble...

Always the sword, Simeon?

Is the hard way
the only way you know?

It's the surest way.
No.

The only sure way is
the way of the Lord.

As he has brought us thus far,
he will continue to guide us.

Leah! Bilhah!

Zilpah! Quick!

It's nothing.
It's nothing.

This new child of yours
just keeps telling me

that he's almost ready.

Are you all right?
Yes, it's nothing. Go.

- Go, it's nothing!
- Go, it's all right. Go.

You must take better care
of yourself.

There's no need for you
to be doing this heavy work.

No, it's better that I work
here with the others.

There's enough anger boiling
under the surface as it is.

Under the surface
is where it will stay.

Why else settle here,
even pay more for the land

than it's worth,

if not to give you a chance to
rest before you give birth?

Because it's also proof that
the promises are coming true.

We will inherit the land
that God promised to Abraham.

I know that you accepted his
terms so that I could be settled

when I have our second child,

but, Jacob,
the others know it, too.

Rachel, I've made no secret
of my love for you.

I never have.

You're first in my eye
and my heart.

Second, Jacob. Second.

Joseph comes first
with you.

Wait, my dear.

You're Jacob's daughter,
aren't you?

Yes, I am.

Let's sit here.

No, thank you.

Now enjoy yourself.

This is a feast.

Oh, poor girl.

Are you all right,
my dear?

Don't worry.
I'll see to her.

You need a quiet moment
to gather yourself together.

You'll be fine.

I'll take you
to a cool room for a rest.

You need to rest.

Lie down here
for a while.

You'll be fine.

Don't be frightened.
It's only me.

Yes.

I mean,
I'm not frightened.

You're perfectly safe.

Nobody as beautiful as you
could ever really be in danger.

You're a woman who can
have anything she wants.

Yes.

Well, not really a woman.
Just a girl, really.

No, a woman...

whose face
haunts me at night,

whose smell makes
my head spin.

Please. I have to go.
I shouldn't be here.

This is exactly
where you belong,

with me. Hmm?

Stay away. My brothers.
Simeon!

There's no excuse for what
my son did to your daughter...

To all of you.

Other than
that he was drunk with love.

The crime shames us,

violates all laws
and traditions.

No love can come from violence!

I gave you my trust,
my friendship.

Please, Jacob, listen.
I'm asking for your daughter.

I ask for her
in marriage to my son.

I'll do anything.
Whatever you ask.

But I beg you,

let me marry Dinah.

Your people and mine
can be one, Jacob.

We will take your daughters as
wives, and you will take ours.

Then you'll be
strangers here no more.

That you seek a peace
that can wash away

the stain of violence is good

and appreciated.

But our traditions and beliefs
demand that we can only

marry those who worship our God,

and our God alone.

He's a good god, your god.

We see his presence among you,
see how you prosper.

We watched
your sacrifice to him.

We respect your beliefs,

and we can learn
to worship as you do.

And you can embrace
all our rituals?

We both have much
to think about.

Until tomorrow, perhaps.

Until tomorrow, then.

Be strong, little one.

Is it that simple?

They take our sister
for a whore,

and the reward is
we embrace them?

Make them family?

Masters of our women's dowries?

- Not if I have a say in it.
- But you don't.

None of us do.

This decision is
for our father alone.

I've heard enough. You're like
the women, clucking away.

Good night, brothers.

He's right.
It is father's decision.

Yes, but what happens after that

is something else altogether.

Go on.

Accepting our rituals means all
their males must be circumcised.

And if they are...

They'll be sick.

Weak.

At our mercy.

Get to the pastures.

Spread the word.
We'll need every man.

Three days is what it takes
for the fever and the weakness.

By the fourth morning,
it'll have passed,

along with
our one chance.

Yes.

Well, Israel, have
you thought upon it?

I have.

And I see great wisdom
in your offer.

But have you considered what you
must do to marry amongst us?

Circumcision is a harsh demand
to make of grown men, Jacob.

But absolutely necessary.

It is a sign we bear
on our flesh of our covenant

with our Lord,

a proof that we embrace
his commandments.

Only then can we be allowed
to be united through marriage.

So be it.

Our men
shall be circumcised,

and we shall be
united in peace,

a new and
strong people.

Levi! No!

Come! Come!

Yea! Hooray!

Madness!

Insanity!

How in your hearts could you
have done such a thing?

Ruthless!

Merciless!

Is this the good way?
The right way?

You have brought ruin
upon us.

Someone had to defend Dinah.

She can't be
treated as a whore!

She was to be treated
like a bride!

You've broken the peace

and used our traditions
for vengeance.

Now Shechem's neighbors
will join forces against us.

We're so few in number.

Gather our things.

We must leave this place.

We must leave this place!

Gather our things!

And so, we were
forced to leave the land

that held so much promise.

We went up to Beth-El where
my father had once erected

a monument to God,

and again, God spoke to him.

As my father told me, the Lord
said, "Be fertile and increase.

"A nation,
an assembly of nations,

shall descend from you.

"Kings shall issue
from your loins.

"The land I gave Abraham
and Isaac I now give to you.

And to your offspring to come,
I will give this land.”

Push! Push, Rachel. Push. Push.

You have another son.

Rachel?

Rachel?
Stay awake, Rachel!

- Jacob!
- Rachel!

- My sister!
- Rachel!

She's dying!

Call him...

Child of... of pain.

No.

Not Ben-Oni.

Child of happiness.

Joseph! Joseph!

Joseph! Joseph!

Benjamin! Benjamin!

Benjamin!

Joseph!

Benjamin!

Bilhah.

Bilhah, spend
a moment with me.

I have work, Reuben.

But I have things to tell you.
Important things.

Perhaps tomorrow.

You know this is
my last night.

When Jacob returns,

I must go out with the herds.
I know.

So,

this is my last
chance to speak to you

privately.

That's impossible, Reuben.
I belong to your father.

For now, Bilhah.

But I am the eldest.

And all the concubines
that belong to him

now will belong
to me sooner

or later.

Bilhah.

Bilhah!

Bilhah.

Are you mad?

I've got Benjamin
sleeping in here with me.

Come, come.

I thought
you should know.

I should send them both away.

Go!

How could he do this to me?
How dare he do this to me!

Reuben seduces Bilhah,

Rachel's maidservant
who bore me children.

Bilhah is like a mother
to Benjamin.

Your sons give me
nothing but grief.

Forcing us to leave Shechem
like... Like thieves!

Forcing us to take Rachel on
a trek that... That killed her!

And now this?

He was wrong. I know that.

But once you speak to him...

No more words!

Things must change!

Reuben is my firstborn,
your first son.

No more words!

One phase of the moon,

then you return
to help with the harvest.

Be careful.
Be alert.

While you are gone,

Joseph will be in authority.

You will hear his words
as if they were mine.

Joseph?

Is this a game, father?

I am the eldest!

And the one who
shows me no respect!

You and Bilhah shame me
before the entire camp.

Simeon and Levi betrayed
my word at Shechem.

If my sons will not honor me,

I cannot honor them.

Here! Here! Here!
Come here. Come here!

What?
See what Joseph does.

Make him eat it.
Yeah!

Here he comes now.

Meat for supper,
little brother.

Meat? From where?

The sheep. You can pick the one
for slaughter if you like.

Me? Never.
Come on.

Father specifically
forbade us...

Well, he's not here,
is he?

He's not stuck out here,
alone, baking under the sun,

living on dried fruit.

Here's a nice fat one
who'll stick to our ribs.

But what will you tell father?

He won't find out.

At least,
he'd better not.

No wagging tongues.

You'd lie to him?

No.
Us? No!

We wouldn't lie.

It's not our fault

if the poor lamb strays off and
gets mauled by a mountain lion.

Roar!

Understand,
little brother?

What difference
does it make?

He's got more sheep than
anyone else in Hebron.

But father put me
in charge of the sheep!

Sit down and be quiet.

Come on, Joseph.
Have something to eat.

It's only a lamb.

Poor little thing,

mauled to death
by a mountain lion.

Eat.

I'm not hungry.

Look at the hide.

Any fool can see it was
killed by a wild animal.

Let's give him
a close look! Hey!

Any fool!

Right,

brother?

Do you take me for a fool?

I've been a shepherd
my entire life.

I know the problems
shepherds face!

And I also know
their tricks!

Father, we...
Silence!

Now take it away!

Get it out of my sight!

At least now we know
what to expect from Joseph.

Betrayal.

He's a spy.

He certainly looks
like a prince.

So tall and strong.

Oh, Jacob, it's
beautifully made.

If only his mother
could see him now.

It's wonderful.

Surely,
I don't deserve it.

None of his brothers
have anything this fine.

None of them
deserve it.

He does.

He has proven his loyalty
and responsibility.

He has earned the coat,

just as he's earned
the succession.

Now leave me alone with him.
Go, all of you.

Go.

I'm honoring you,
Joseph,

naming you my heir,

next in line
as head of the tribe.

You can count on all
your sons, father.

Some more than others.

Simeon, Levi, Reuben...

I can never forget
what they did.

The coat is a mark
that you will carry on the line.

When you wear it,

remember it is
a robe of honor.

Now, get some sleep.

We have a lot
of work to do.

The harvest
starts tomorrow.

Joseph,

tell me again
what our mother was like.

She was gentle,

kind,

loving,

and very beautiful.

More beautiful
than Leah, Zilpah and Bilhah?

Yes, much more.

Is it true
that I killed her?

Of course not.

Where did you ever
get such an idea?

I heard some of the women
say that she died

because I was born.

That's a foolishness,
Benjamin.

That's not why she died.

Why, then?

I don't know why,
Benjamin.

People are born,

live...

and die.

Even the stars
fall and die,

and the sun sets every day just
to be reborn the next morning.

I wish I'd had
known mother.

I'd never have
let her go.

It's not that simple,
little brother.

Hush, now.

Go to sleep.

Are you going to sleep
in your new coat?

Yes.

LI love it so much.

I must sleep now.

Tomorrow's harvest,

hard work.

So then,

we all began
to bind our sheaves

and brought them together
and set them upright.

And...

as soon as
they were on end...

Well,
don't stop now.

What happened?

Then,

your sheaves all
prostrated themselves.

They bowed
down before mine.

That's it!
I've taken all I can.

The boy's gone crazy
because of father's

promises to him.

He already thinks
he's our master.

I also had a dream.

In mine, there were
12 piles of manure.

The smallest one
walked and talked

and told tales!

No, be serious.

I've had enough
of him.

It's time we
had this out.

Tonight, after
the day's work.

We'll see what father
thinks about this.

So, we all began
to bind our sheaves

and brought them together
and set them upright.

And as soon as
they were on end,

their sheaves
bowed down before mine.

Do you hear that,
father?

He dreams of being our master!

This has to be stopped!

Now that, Simeon,
is as foolish a thing

as I've ever heard.

Should I order the boy
to stop dreaming?

Dreams
have meanings.

And when God intends
for us to understand them,

he'll make it all clear.

Until such time,
all we can do is listen.

Joseph, you spoke
of another dream.

Yes, father.

Tell us.

I'd better not, I think.

If God gave you a dream,
you must share it with us.

I dreamt the sun and the moon
and the stars paid homage to me.

I-I don't know
what that means.

Am I the sun, perhaps?

Surely not!

Your mother, the moon;
Your 11 brothers, the stars?

I mean, should we
all bow down to you?

Now you've listened
to this madness.

Perhaps we can go back
to the way things were...

The way things ought to be.

Yes, I'm sure you'd like that,

but Joseph's dreams do not
change what happened at Shechem.

Or with the lambs
of the fields.

Dreams do not
change my decisions.

I'm sending you to see
how the flocks are doing,

not to a feast.

Son,

you're getting
older, bigger,

and where once your
brothers might resent you,

as you gain strength
and position,

they begin to feel
very threatened by you.

I want you to try
and make peace with them.

Yes, father,

that's also what I want.

But sometimes the anger is...

Time will ease that

if you're more careful
of their feelings.

Joseph, they're
different than you are.

They're all brought up together
like a pack of lion cubs.

You and Benjamin are
the children of my old age.

You were given more
attention, perhaps,

but your brothers
see that as more love.

We both must help try
to make them see the truth.

Understand?

- Yes, father.
- Good.

Then go safely and
with a steady pace.

You should find them
within a two-days' journey.

Each night grows colder
than the one before.

We have another cycle of
the moon before we can return.

I'm in
no hurry.

The only thing waiting
for us at Hebron

is our new master
in his wonderful coat.

Come, little sheaves.

Bow down before
the great man, Joseph.

Come on, bow!

Mercy!

Mercy, master, please
have mercy upon us.

A wild animal tore
a little lamb to pieces!

Please, please!

Oh, we are innocent,
oh, great Joseph!

Please have
mercy upon us!

No, my brothers, I'm in
no hurry to see him again.

It's peaceful here.

Unless he comes
looking for us.

I think we
should move west.

What makes you think
the pastures will be

any better somewhere else?

We'll move west tomorrow
to the region near Dothan.

The grass will be
fuller there.

Listen to him give orders
and predict what we'll find!

Must have been a dream.
Runs in the family.

The only thing
I dream about is women.

But I do know that
if we move on,

no one will know
where we are.

And no one will
be able to spy on us.

I agree.

Let anyone who
wants to find us

have to dream
where we are.

What are you looking for?

I'm looking for my brothers.

They're pasturing the flock
somewhere near here.

They moved on.

I heard them say they
were going to Dothan.

Thank you.

Are you sure
they went west?

Last night I dreamt

I was in one of those big ships

that dock in Jaffa.
I had three women.

One had red hair,
the other gold, the third...

Your dreams don't count.
You're not Joseph.

I wonder.

Father wasn't so pleased
with his last dream.

That's right.
Yes.

What if they
are prophetic?

All of us kneeling
down to him,

father too!

Sickening!

Stop it,
it's only a dream.

We'll end up bowing
and scraping to him,

crawling to beg
for favors!

Stop it.

What is it?

Here, brothers!

Look, the dreamer
himself!

And in the coat.

I swear I could
rip it from his back.

Father sends you
fresh food!

I say we Kill him.

What?

I say we Kill him.

It's the only way to be done
with him, once and for all.

Hold your tongue.
Don't even think it.

No, no, Simeon is right!

To kill him?
Never!

If it's to teach him a lesson,
then throw him in a pit,

but you don't spill
your brother's blood!

Why not? It could happen!

A long journey by himself,
thieves or mountain lions!

No, wait!

We tried this with the lamb.

Father saw right
through the lie.

Imagine what he'd make of this.

The fact that he caught us
in the last lie would make this

one all the more believable.

He'd never expect us
to lie a second time!

- Especially about Joseph!
- Brothers!

Well?

This is the only chance you'll
ever have to be done with him!

That's right!

To assume our rightful place

once the old man's gone!

Let's do it!
Let's do it!

Have you lost your minds? You
can't spill a brother's blood!

Have you thought of the curse
which will fall upon us

if we do this?

Stop it! Stop it now,
before it's too late!

Stop what?

Ignore him.

Don't speak to boys who come
to work in grooms' clothing.

You come in search
of more tales to tell?

Father wants a report,

and he thinks I'm the one
to do the job. He told me...

Forget what he told you!

You report on me, and it'll
be the last thing you do!

Simeon! I'll do as
father instructed.

- I warn you!
- Simeon, stop it!

I'll do as father tells me.

And your warning smells
of too much wine!

Hold him back!

No!

No!

I'll remember, brother.

I'll remember that when the
time came to act for ourselves,

you weren't there!

No, I wasn't.

Perhaps I'm just not as big
and brave as you are,

brother.

You're letting him go?
What if he tells our father?

He won't do anything!

Not Reuben!

He stands the most
to gain from all this!

With Joseph gone,

who else will our father
put in line to replace him?

He'll be back.

I am Joseph,
hail to me!

Take it off!

Brothers!

Help me, brothers!

Please!

Help me!

Brothers!

Grow up,
all of you!

Sitting and moping like women!

What's done is done!

Now let's get on
with our own business!

- The boy is our business.
- Brothers!

Was, brother, was.

- There's no turning back now.
- And if we pulled him out?

From the well where you
helped me throw him?

And have him tell
father what we did?

At least he's not dead.

We could tell father we... just
trying to teach him a lesson.

Our father will teach us
a thing or two.

The flocks are his,

the tents, the food,
everything!

I've worked too hard
to be disowned and

left with nothing.

No, brother,
we'll have to see

this one through,

because what
our father doesn't know

can't hurt us!

Brothers!

Help me!

Father!

Judah!

There's not much grazing
left in these fields.

Judah!

Simeon,
JOSEPH: Reuben!

I think it best if you and Levi
take part of the flock

to fresh pastures near Shechem.

So you can fish out
the boy and throw

the blame on us?

Never.

Brothers!

Help me!
Gad!

Oh, do something, Simeon,
before we all go insane!

We should have killed him.

Shut him up!

Judah!

You want to fight me,
brother?

If that's what it takes.

But you're not
going to kill him.

And you're not
gonna fish him out.

If that's the only way to avoid
a brother's blood on my hands,

then fish him out we will.

To avoid spilling his blood,
you'll have to shed mine,

if you can.

But I'm a reasonable man.

I'll give you 'til dawn to come
up with another suggestion.

Help me! Brothers!

Help me!

Ishmaelite traders!

Now the boy must be killed,

before they hear
his damned whining!

No, no, no!

They're the answer!
Them? How?

They can take him
for a slave! Down to Egypt!

Then at least he'll live,
and our hands'll be clean!

If he escapes, comes back
and tells father what happened?

Ishmaelite and Egyptian
slaves don't escape!

They'd pay for him!

There's money in it
for all of us, and no blood!

Father!

Twenty shekels,
not a piece more.

In silver?

Of course.

Done.

What?
What is it?

Brothers!

Brothers, help me!

Please!

Brothers!

Brothers!

Help me!

Come to save him?

I won't have
his blood on my hands.

It's too late for that.

We found this
on the road.

He must have
gotten lost.

Wild animal.

No! No!

No! No!

No!

No! No!

What's left to me
if Joseph is dead?

Joseph!

Joseph!

Here, then, master,
is my version of events.

And may the Lord my god stand
by me as I speak only truth

and desert me
if I lie.

If you lie,
I will kill you.

It was the last day
of the harvest festival,

the gratitude
to the gods.

I set about
arranging the house,

believing it to be empty.

Joseph.

Mistress.

Joseph.

I thought we
understood each other.

I understood you.

But I think
you misjudged me.

So,

I've decided to give you
a second chance.

Stop!

Oh, Joseph.

Perhaps...

perhaps if we
talked more...

...became close...

...perhaps you might
see me differently.

You might see how

melancholy I am.

My husband is so

busy all the time.

Loneliness is
a terrible thing, Joseph.

I know you hurt, but...

Oh, you are not
a common man.

Where does the mystery
come from, with you?

Where are you from?

This house is
my home now.

Tell me about your father.

You once said
he was a prince.

Does he have many
herds of animals?

Servants, fields?

Yes.

So he's a powerful man.

Do you think he's happy
with his wealth?

I don't think my father's
wealth brings him much joy.

Then what would?

I expect if he could
see me again.

You know, your freedom
is within my gift.

Yes.

But, I can't.

It would offend God.

You know
you want me.

Look how
you're shaking.

You want me as
much as I want you.

Come, Joseph.

Come lie with me.

Leave me!

Stop!

Who do you think you are,
you fool?

You dare lay a hand
on your mistress?

Ah, my husband would
kill you for this.

Is that all?

As I swear before
the Lord, my God.

Summon
the household.

Good.

Let them all
hear him sentenced

to death.

I have heard the reports

and weighed them.

The slave is guilty.

Here, then,
is my decision.

As I say it, so it be written,
so it be done.

The slave is to be taken
to the pharaoh's prison

and held there
at my pleasure.

The jailer is to report to me
weekly on his treatment

and his progress.

Thus is this matter
now closed.

Bring him.

You humiliated me.

You sent him to prison
at your pleasure?

What about my honor?

What honor?

How dare you?

I know you, wife.

I know you.

You don't understand.

Whatever you believe of me...

how can you let him live?

How can you humiliate me
like that?

Because one humiliation
deserves another.

Wife...

anyone who knows Joseph also
knows that if he swears by

his god, he's telling the truth.

What is more important to you?

His god...

or my good name?

The truth.

Truth.

Yes, that's what matters.

Well then,

you might as well
set him free...

and complete my shame.

Wherever he is,

whatever happens
to him,

he is free.

Because his god
is with him.

Get in there!
Come on! Move!

God!

My god!

Why have you
forsaken me?

God!

Come on.

Pay heed to Potiphar,

Chief Steward of the pharaoh.

Peace be with you,
master.

Do you know about this?

The warder said only to expect
two new prisoners.

The excellence of your work here
is becoming common knowledge.

They say the prisoners
have never eaten better.

The warder's
never been richer.

The pharaoh has never
had to spend less

to keep his jails running.

Ten times a day
I'm asked how you do it.

God blesses my work,
master.

As I've seen for myself.

And I know that one day
he'll seen me gone

from this place.

Well, he'll have to deal
with the pharaoh first.

I'm not so sure they're
on speaking terms.

As you see,
two very fine specimens.

Fine garments.
Royal eye tattoos.

Men of station
and breeding.

The fat one is...

Well,
was pharaoh's baker.

The scrawny one,
his cupbearer.

Important men.

How did they end up here?

Accused of theft.

The pharaoh's
bracelet of the sun.

The mark of
the true sun god.

It's gone, you see.

And the pharaoh's seers and
prognosticators say that one

of these two is the culprit.

Then their lives are over.

Mmm, probably.

But you never know
what can happen.

And in case they ever
get out of this place

and find themselves
restored at court,

it would serve you well
to serve them well.

You understand?

Completely, master.

You do this well,
Joseph,

and you can give me
a valuable ally

when the time comes to plead
your case with pharaoh himself.

May your god
be with you.

I am Joseph,
my lords.

I have been instructed to attend
you during your stay here.

Are you the warder?

No, my lord,
his servant.

Ah, you must be
the Semite

who does the warder's work
for him.

I am honored that you
know of me, my lord.

Huh. Yes.

The court knows how well
you serve your masters.

And their wives.

There are many stories
that have no truth, my lord.

Are you calling
Potiphar a liar, slave?

No, my lord.

Are you calling his
beautiful wife a liar?

I accuse no one, my lord.

Really?

Well,

I accuse you, slave!

I accuse you of staining
Potiphar's wife's good name,

of calling Potiphar
a liar!

Guard!

Guard, come here!

Beat this man
with your whip!

Careful,
my friend.

We are in his prison.

His prison?

He's a slave!

Potiphar will thank me
for punishing such insolence!

Don't look to this slave
for permission.

I serve in the court
of the pharaoh, god on earth!

Do as I tell you!

You will not slander
the name of Potiphar!

You will not slander
the name of his wife!

He will praise me

for upholding his honor!

Slave!
Slave!

Slave!

They say this season's market
will be bigger than last.

I hope so. It gets harder and
harder to scratch out a living.

Judah, you don't have
the animals to prosper.

You know that.

You need good rutting males,
healthy she-goats, ewes that...

I won't return
to my father's camp.

I can't live
with Jacob's sorrow.

He still mourns
the loss of Joseph,

and the entire settlement
is a pool of grief.

As a widower,
I've enough of my own.

I will give
your camel water, master.

Now there's a sight.

A whore. A Canaanite
who hides her face.

They're always bewitching.

It's a strange custom,
but it adds to the mystery.

Traveler.

Lie with me
and ease your mind.

By lining your pockets.

Who can put a price
on a moment's escape from

the troubles of the world?

I have no money with me.

My friend
is a recent widower,

and while he may not
have money with him,

he does own fine flocks.

Perfect animals.

The softest fleece
you've ever felt.

Though I can't say what someone
like you might have felt.

I see no herds.

They're at the market.

I could bring you a sheep
on the way back.

Tomorrow.

And until then?

Only my word.

Then you can leave me your staff
and seal as a pledge.

Tomorrow, when you
bring the fleece,

I'll return them.

Life is hard on you?

A barren daughter-in-law
that buried my first son.

People die.

They do.

But as is the custom
with my people,

I forced my second son
to marry her

so that his brother's
wealth would not be lost.

And he, too, died.

Misfortune indeed.

You have other family?

Eleven brothers.

Once there were twelve,

but the second youngest
was taken by a wild animal.

And ever since,
not a day passes

but my father sheds a tear
at the youngster's memory.

His sorrow was so thick,
I had to leave and start

my own encampment.

You grieve as if
the boy's death was your fault.

Never! In no way!

Why would you even think
such a thing?

No injury intended.

You're a very fine woman.

Thank you.

Until tomorrow, then,

when I bring you
your fleece

and redeem
my staff and seal.

Until tomorrow.

Pay homage to Potiphar,
Chief Steward to...

Peace be
upon you, master.

Guard the door, Ednan.
The door.

Come.

The warder tells me
your distinguished guests

aren't sleeping very well.

It seems their sleep's
troubled by dreams?

They're not alone.

Strange dreams.

Full of signs.

As soon as I learned of this,
I came myself

because I know of your gift

for reading the
messages of the night.

Here's a chance
to redeem yourself

by interpreting for them.

You can't remain silent
now that they know you have

this special gift.

How do they know?

I'm due back at court.

Pharaoh's men
work night and day

to retrieve the bracelet.

They'll have it before long.

I hear you have
the gift of second sight.

At times, master, when God
sees fit to grant it.

How low have we fallen?

Listening to the ramblings
of a Semite slave.

The ability to interpret dreams
is a gift from God.

Then why don't you see
how well he can do

for you, vintner?

I intend to.

Be seated, Joseph.

Here is my dream.

I was in a vineyard
in the countryside.

There was a vine
in front of me,

and on the vine
were three branches,

one of which
began to bud.

Now, no sooner had it budded
than it blossomed,

and its clusters
became rich grapes.

I had pharaoh's cup
in my hand.

I picked the grapes
and I squeezed them

into pharaoh's cup.

Then I handed
the cup to pharaoh.

Now, can you interpret?

This is what it means:

The three branches
are three days.

In another three days, the
pharaoh will lift up your head

and restore you
to your position.

Then you will hand the pharaoh
his cup as you have always done.

Rest easy.
Your days here are numbered.

Can it be true?

Now listen to me,
slave.

I, too, had a dream.

There were three
wicker trays on my head.

In the top tray

were all kinds
of pastries for pharaoh,

such as a baker might make.

But birds were eating them
off the tray on my head.

Give me its meaning.

I am sorry.

I cannot
interpret that dream.

You can.

I know you can.

You're hiding something from me.

Tell me what it means.

Very well.

This is what I believe
your dream to mean.

The three trays
are also three days.

In another three days,
the pharaoh will lift up

your head as well

by hanging you
from a gallows.

Then the birds will eat
the flesh from your bones.

The pharaoh's bracelet
has been found.

Warrants have been issued.

What does it say?

She promised
she'd be here!

More to your good fortune
she's not.

You kept your end
of the bargain.

If she's not here,

then you get
the sweet memory of her bed

and get to keep your animals.

I gave her my staff and seal
as a pledge, remember?

Come. I think
I can find her home.

My punishment
will never end.

Never.

I am most grateful for your
judgment in this matter.

I always knew,

even in the darkest days,
that I could always...

Yes?

I trust my master's stay here
was made as easy as possible.

Yes, yes.

Considering
the circumstances.

Now repeat everything

you've learned, Benjamin.

The table of the

descendants of Terah,

who was 70 when he begat
Abram, Nahor and Haran...

Father, you know I have
the lines of our family

completely memorized.

Shouldn't I be helping my
brothers pen the flocks?

Their backs are strong enough

for the job.

For you, this is more important.
You have to carry on the line.

But I'm the youngest, father.
Reuben, even Judah...

Have spent a lifetime showing me
they're not up to the task.

It would have been Joseph
who would've carried on

the line, but...

My other sons...

It was a wild animal
who took Joseph.

You can't go on blaming
the others forever.

We must take our signs
from God.

In my heart,
I know Rachel was called

to give us the next in line.

And with Joseph gone,

that means you must keep
our traditions alive.

Maintain Abraham's
covenant with our Lord,

blessed be his name.

Now, young man,
back to the tables.

And the sons of Abraham
were Isaac and Ishmael.

And Isaac begat
Esau and Jacob.

And Esau, who was called Edom,
took wives among...

Father!

Father!

Father.

Quickly. It's Judah.

Judah?

Look, it's Judah!

Judah has returned!

Judah has returned!

Judah!

Judah!

Reuben.

Judah.

Simeon.

Levi.

Dan!

Naphtali,
Naphtali.

Gad.

Asher.

Issacar.

Hey, Judah.

Zebulon.

And little Benjamin.
Not so little anymore.

And my father.

My father, Jacob.

Welcome to my...

Our camp.

To you and yours.

Though I am surprised
to see you.

I couldn't stay away
from you, father.

Especially now,

when my clan faces a problem
that needs a wiser head

than mine.

What sort of problem?

Tamar,

widow of two of my sons,

and betrothed to Selah,
my third, is with child.

And Selah is the father?

No.

And she refuses to say
who she laid with.

And no matter how hard

we press her,

she stays silent.

Then, by custom,

she must be banished.

But by Canaanite way,

when a woman lies with a man
other than her betrothed,

she must die.

What should I
have done, father?

I gave her my firstborn in
marriage and he died childless.

So I insisted
my second son marry her,

as his duty to the family.

Still she remained barren.

Then when he died...

You promised your son, Selah,
as is our custom.

But I kept delaying
the marriage.

The woman's cursed, father.

She buries husbands before there
are sons to replace them.

I lost two boys I loved.

Should I have risked a third?

I know the pain of losing
a child you love dearly.

I know it well.

Yes?

She will speak
of anything you ask

except the father of the child
in her stomach.

And she's unafraid.

This is not our
problem, Jacob.

That much is true, Judah.

You left this camp

and established your own line.

You must be responsible
for yourself

and the decisions you made.

We'll take her back
to our camp.

There, by Canaanite custom,

she must die.

We leave
at first light.

Fine-looking flock.

Well, there is rumor there's
some outbreak of fever among...

So what do you have?
A knife?

You think that by killing me,
you can save your own life?

You do me a favor,
whore!

By trying to spill my blood,

you justify my own decision
to see you executed.

You?

I only did it
because I wanted a child,

this child
that is rightfully mine.

A son to continue
the name of my husband Er,

your own son and firstborn.

But you didn't give Selah
to me when he came of age

as you should have done.

You're a very
courageous girl, Tamar.

But not brave enough
to... to face death.

That won't happen.

I have enough to answer for.

The crime of taking your life
for something I have done

is more than I can bear.

You were right
and I was wrong.

I should have
given you to Selah.

The only sin there is
belongs to me.

You will live
to have your child

and raise him
as a mother should,

living in
your own tent,

with respect

and love.

Pay heed as the god Ra
walks among you.

Pay heed to the pharaoh,
sun of the heavens,

Ra incarnate.

The pharaoh is Ra.

Ra is the pharaoh!

As the god Ra fills
the heavens with the sun,

so the pharaoh Ra on earth
does the same here below.

Potiphar, the gods
must be blinding you.

A fool can see
I shed no light.

The pharaoh
is not well.

Physician, attend
the god on earth!

It's not my body that ails!

If you knew your signs,
vizier,

you'd see it's my heart
that weighs me down.

I'm beginning to wonder
if you know your art.

If the pharaoh is in pain,
then let him speak of it,

and the answer
will be his.

Dreams.

I am haunted by dreams.

I dreamt...

I dreamt I was
in the great river,

communing with my spirit
in the heavens.

Near me were seven

wonderfully fat
and gentle water cows,

who seemed to
float along with me.

It was serene.

So very serene.

But we were not alone.

Horrible, starving cows
suddenly appeared,

and the thin, wretched cows
ate the sleek, fat cows.

I woke in a cold sweat

and, to my horror,

when I finally
got back to sleep,

I had a second dream
just as frightening.

In this dream,

there were seven
plump ears of corn

growing on a stalk.

Then, seven blighted ears,

meager and scorched
by the east wind,

sprouted teeth
and devoured the good ears.

What can these dreams
possibly mean?

They can't be a good sign.

Let us begin.

A cup of wine.

Majesty, as might be expected
from the messages to god,

there is a balance
in these holy dreams.

First, the sacred
life-giving Nile,

and then the divine presence of
the omnipotent pharaoh himself.

The healthy cows
and the lean cows.

The ripe ears
and then the unripe ears.

I know what was in the dreams!
I had them!

Your job is to tell me
what they mean.

We-we do not know,
majesty.

How can you remain silent

when you know there is a man who
can ease your pharaoh's mind?

I dare not, master.

The pharaoh's mood
is black.

I dare not remind him that
I was ever in his disfavor.

Come on, man.
Don't be a fool.

But I am a humble
wine-bearer, master.

It is for you, Potiphar,
the chief steward.

It is for you
to speak up.

More wine!

May I speak with you,
pharaoh?

Only so others
may not hear.

You'd have the dreams
of your pharaoh

interpreted by
an alien slave?

Sire? The Semite slave

interpreted both this man's
dreams and that of the baker.

He saw the pharaoh's hand
in our dreams

and predicted
his judgments accurately.

Well, this slave of yours,
how is he called?

Joseph, sire.

Bring me Joseph, the Semite,
from the dungeon,

and tell him nothing
about my dreams.

What is this?

I order you to speak!

What are you doing?

Please.

What have I done?

Lie prostrate. Quick.

I cannot.
You know that.

You what?

Truly, the pharaoh
is greatness itself,

but, sire, my faith decrees

I can kneel only
before God himself.

Even on pain of death.

Come forward.

Take heed, magicians.

Whatever else,

I know this man won't lie to me
to save his life.

Look upon my face.

But surely, great pharaoh,
this is forbidden.

Only to people
who know I'm god.

Since you hold some primitive
being in higher regard,

I expect that you can look upon
me without burning up.

Try it.

I'm told you've learned
the secret of reading messages

of the night.

Interpreting dreams is not
a thing to be learned, pharaoh.

It is a gift from God.

Careful! One mention
too many of this god,

and you'll be at his side
with your head under your arm!

So, you've been
given this gift?

I imagine we
shall soon see, pharaoh.

Your life...

depends upon
what we shall see.

Now listen carefully.

In my dream...

there were seven cows,
fat and sleek,

and they grazed
peacefully...

He's a very
beautiful boy.

Yes, he is.

Do you know
what his crime was?

I've heard the rumors,
but I don't believe it.

He doesn't strike me
as a fool,

and everyone knows that
Potiphar's wife deceives him.

I've never seen such poor cows
in all of Egypt.

But it was impossible to tell
they had eaten the fat cows

for they looked
as wretched as ever.

Was there
a second dream?

We have told him
nothing, sire.

Yes.

In the second dream,

there were seven ears of grain,
beautifully ripe.

Then, sprouting up behind them,

were seven withered ears
of grain which devoured

the ripe ones.

God has revealed to pharaoh
what he intends to do.

Yes?

Pharaoh's dreams
are one in the same.

The seven fine cows and
seven ripe ears of grain

represent
seven years of plenty.

The seven wretched cows and
seven shriveled ears of grain

are years of great want.

There will be seven years
of famine, my lord.

Madness.

Madness!

As if my brother, the sun,
and sister, the moon,

would send me messages
only a slave could read!

Potiphar,
take him from my sight!

Get him back to his dungeon
and keep him there

until I decide
how best to deal with him.

No!

No!

No!

Husband, another dream
to ruin all our sleep?

No, the same one.

This is too important
to ignore.

I'm lost, wife.

Help me.

Me?
And risk your anger?

No, I'll keep
my own counsel, my lord.

Asenath here,
on the other hand...

Yes.

Let me guess.

She's so taken
with this foreign slave.

Oh, yes. Nothing escapes
pharaoh's eye, young woman.

She thinks
he has the answer.

By your own word, lord,

we know he does nothing
against his conscience,

even on pain of death.

And you, yourself, seem
reluctant to see him hanged.

There must be a reason
you held your mighty hand,

spared him to live
to see another day.

I've thought long and hard
of your reading of my messages.

Have you?

Yes, master.

And?

I am certain that pharaoh
has been blessed by a warning

from the Lord himself.

So...

assume then that
your reading is accurate.

Is there nothing we can do
to prevent this disaster?

Yes, master, there is.

How?

Pharaoh must select
a wise and honest man

and set him above
the land of Egypt.

He must see that
pharaoh's overseers

collect a fifth of all
that is produced during

the years of plenty

and store it for use
during the years of famine.

In that way, Egypt will not be
destroyed by the drought.

Impossible, storing
seven years of grain.

It's impossible.

Is there no other way
to avert disaster?

No, master.

Nothing like this
has ever been attempted.

So, a fifth
of all the harvest

would be entrusted to pharaoh.

Yes, master.

All Egypt would be required
to pay you this tribute.

It would call for a man
of exceptional talent.

That excludes
each of you!

Potiphar, perhaps.

The answer is obvious.

There could be
no better man for this job...

than this man himself.

Can we find anyone endowed with
the spirit of god as he is?

I think not.

Well said, wife.

Now, hear the word
of pharaoh,

Ra on earth,
god as man.

You shall be
my chancellor.

And all my people
shall respect your orders.

Only this throne
shall set me above you.

I make you the governor

of all of Egypt.

I set you over my house,

my people...

my entire kingdom.

Without your consent, no man
shall lift up hand or foot

in all of Egypt.

Your name shall be...

Zaphenath-paneah.

And this fine woman
shall be your wife.

The pharaoh is Ra.

He sees into the depths
of every being.

God has seen and spoken.

Pharaoh is Ra!

Pharaoh is Ra!

Pharaoh is Ra!

This time your god's blessing
makes you master,

even of me.

Pharaoh is Ra!

Pharaoh is Ra!

I trust you'll
treat me kindly.

Pharaoh is Ra!

Pharaoh is Ra!

Pharaoh is Ra!
Pharaoh is Ra!

Pharaoh is Ra!
Pharaoh is Ra!

Pharaoh is Ra!
Pharaoh is Ra!

Pharaoh is Ra!

What is your name?

Asenath.

I'm the daughter of
the high priest of On.

Excuse me, but what
is my name... my new hame?

I have forgotten it.

Zaphenath-paneah.

Zaphenath-paneah.

What does it mean?

The savior.

The savior?
Am I pleasing to you?

Yes, yes.

Greatly.

I present to you.

Zaphenath-paneah!

Zaphenath-paneah!

Zaphenath-paneah!

Zaphenath-paneah!
Zaphenath-paneah!

If you will permit me,
Joseph...

I'm sorry.

Zaphenath-paneah.

In this great task, you'll need
someone at your side

as you were
once at mine.

To serve thee, master,

would be a high honor...

but my sins
against you are many.

On your feet, Ednan.

Forgiveness is
greater than vengeance.

Compassion
more powerful than anger.

As I myself have learned.

May your god watch over you.

Like all Egypt,

my life depends on it.

Go now.

Go.

Zaphenath-paneah!
Zaphenath-paneah!

Zaphenath-paneah!
Zaphenath-paneah!

Zaphenath-paneah!

Make way there!

Make way!

My son.

How fortunate a child to
have so beautiful a mother.

Have you decided
on a name for your son?

He shall be called
Manasseh,

which in my tongue means
"causing to forget."

And God has made me
forget my hardship.

I doubt that you've forgotten
the house of your father,

Joseph.

Jacob would be pleased
to learn his son

has become the second most
powerful man in the world.

And your beloved
brother Benjamin

would be pleased as well.

I wonder what sort of man
Benjamin has become.

Perhaps he, too, has a son.

But it's not
for me to know.

Not yet.

God in his own good time
will decide.

My place now is here...

...with you...

and Manasseh.

Manasseh! Ephraim!

Ready?

Ready!

Father, father, father!

Manasseh, Ephraim.

You should be
learning the ciphers.

Season started well.

The Nile flooded,

but the rains
didn't last long enough.

If it goes on like this,

there'll be no crop
to speak of this year.

Zaphenath-paneah!
Come quickly!

Fires are raging out of control
in the fields north of the city!

It's begun...

...as God promised.

The wells are clogging,
but they'll hold.

And for a while, at any rate,
there'll be water to drink,

but the grain
runs low.

Two, maybe three phases
of the moon, and we'll be

forced to eat the animals

instead of feeding them.

Once they are gone, father...

And without grain for us
and the animals...

Starvation kills us all.

Unless...

Well, Hirah,
my old friend and ally,

says that the reports
of vast stocks of grain and

fodder in Egypt are true.

Which is all well
and good for the Egyptians,

but why should they care
what happens to us?

They don't.

But according to Hirah, they do
care what happens to our money.

He's already sent his caravan
laden with silver and

loom work to trade.

As if an Egyptian trader
can be trusted!

It's not in the hands
of private traders!

Their pharaoh has set one man
above all others to supervise

his affairs.
You deal with him.

We are not people who measure
our wealth in silver.

We can't carry
fields to Egypt!

The animals would die
before we got there!

We'd better
move eastward.

Asher,
don't interrupt!

Over the years,

the tribe has earned
some silver and gold.

I've kept it because I believed
that one day God would show us

a use for it.

Could there be
a better use than this?

No, I think not.

But it's a long trek,

and the roads are
filled with thieves.

Which is why
you must all go.

Properly armed, you'll find
there's safety in numbers.

All of us?

And who will
tend to things here?

There'll be nothing to tend
if you don't go.

All of you...

except for Benjamin.
But, father...

Enough.

You're the last link
to Rachel left.

I will not see you lost
as I did Joseph.

Prepare the animals.

You leave at nightfall.

I'll give you
the silver then.

First he raised Joseph
above us,

now Benjamin.

Then so be it!

We'll not tease God
a second time.

Ednan!

Yes, master. It's just...
Well, this man's dialect.

- I know the tongue...
- Never mind.

Give him what he needs.

Go. Go!

Are you well,
Zaphenath-paneah?

They're here.

I'm sure they're here.

Who?

My brothers.

Your brothers?

The ones in Canaanite dress.

What should I do,
master?

Bring them to me.

You, you, you!

Come, all of you, come!

This way.
Bring them all!

All of these men!

You, you, come! And you!

Lift your heads!

Look upon your master.

They don't even recognize me.

Oh, mighty one,
have mercy.

We come from Canaan where

the drought destroys everything.

We bring silver to trade...

so that we and our families
might survive.

Your master,
Zaphenath-paneah, asks why

your Canaanite gods
do not provide for your needs.

We're not like the other
Canaanites, great master.

We worship our own God.

But we sojourn
in the land of Canaan.

The master says
you are spies.

Spies?

No, master.
Our father sent us to buy food.

The master says no,
you are spies,

sent to see
the weakness of Egypt.

No, master. We are
nothing more than shepherds,

sons of Jacob, the son of Isaac.

What man would send all his sons

on such a mission
and leave himself alone?

What you see are
not all his sons.

One other...

the youngest...

- He is called Benjamin.
- -remains with our father.

A man is fortunate, indeed,
to have such a wealth of sons.

Are you sure you speak
the truth of your number?

There was one other, master.

A brother called Joseph,

but he was taken from us.

...Joseph?

What enemy would send

ten brothers as spies?

One or two perhaps, but ten?!

Take them! Now! Take them!

No! No!

Why us? There were hundreds
there today,

and the Egyptians picked us out
to be spies!

There must be some way
to prove he's wrong!

What would you suggest,
little brother?

We probably wouldn't be here
if you'd paid him more respect!

Oh, leave it alone!

"One or two brothers perhaps,
but ten?"

What kind of fool would use
an excuse like that?!

Stop it! Stop it!

Arguing won't get us
out of here.

Then what will?
Not what, but who!

God!

Is this his final punishment
for what we did?

No!

Now we know how Joseph
must've felt

when we threw him down the well!

Not quite!

We have each other.
You left him alone!

"You"? We!
"You"? We!

We put him in the well.
All of us!

There's no point
in dwelling on that!

For 20 years you've
harped on the same thing!

But what's done is done!

And one thing has nothing
to do with another!

Are you sure, brother?

That's the last
you speak of it!

Reuben, no!

Give it back! It's mine!
It's mine, I found it.

- I did.
- No.

Manasseh. Ephraim.

Look what
Manasseh did.

Yes, yes,
we can't have that.

Joseph, are you ill?

Then what is it?

I saw my brothers today.

That's wonderful.

You always said
they'd come to you.

More good fortune
from the troubles.

They came to the granary.
The drought has reached Canaan.

How I wish I could have
been there to see their faces

when they saw you.

The governor
of all of Egypt.

You would have been
disappointed.

I've waited
all these years,

and then they
didn't even recognize me.

How can that be possible?

It's been over 20 years
since they last saw me.

I was still a boy.

Not surprising.

Where are they now?

In the prison.

In the prison?

Why?

Because my anger was stronger
than my compassion.

And what will you do
with them?

My father's people
are in need of food.

I must send them back.

Why not just reveal
yourself to them?

Because they seem unchanged.

No different
from when they betrayed me.

Perhaps, God will reveal
a way to test them.

How?

I'm not sure.

Well,

I want to see these men
to whom I owe my happiness.

After all,

it was their cruelty
that brought you here,

gave you to me,

saved Egypt.

And it's to them our children
owe their existence.

Another of your
curious insights.

But I'm not so sure God is ready
to see this thing forgotten.

God? Or you?

You must bring them.

I have to at least
meet little Benjamin.

Benjamin was left
with my father.

I'm sorry.

I know he's the one
who counted most.

But they are all
your brothers.

Blood of your blood.

Your master Zaphenath-paneah

will allow you to buy the grain
you need to feed your people.

These sacks have provisions
for your journey.

But the accusations
against you still stand.

Evidence that
your story is true

and you're not spies

will depend upon proof
of the existence

of the one missing brother.

But your master,
Zaphenath-paneah,

is a merciful man.

Thus, he will keep
only one of you here.

He will be released
when the rest of you return

from Canaan with that brother.

You wish us to return
to our father,

then journey
once again to Egypt?

Yes,
with the missing brother.

That one shall remain with us.

No! No! No!

Now, go!

Leave!

And return swiftly

with the missing brother.

You've probably seen
the last of them, master.

It will be difficult
for them to keep away.

The drought has just begun.

The silver they gave in payment.
Did you do what I asked?

As ever, master.

There's some water
here at least!

We camp here tonight!

Issachar! Issachar!

Open your bag of grain
and feed the animals!

What's this?

The silver I used
to buy the grain.

What kind of game
is God playing with us now?

We can't stay here!
Feed the animals quickly!

We'll travel
through the night!

Father!

Father's home!

Father's returned!

Father! Father!

Levi.

Naphtali.

No!
But the only proof

of our story

he'll accept
is Benjamin.

And the only way
to redeem Simeon.

But after that,

he promises we can
trade freely in Egypt.

The grain is abundant,
the best quality.

Is is all
the Egyptian asks?

Just for my youngest?

Is there more
to this sorry tale?

What is that?

The money with which
we purchased the grain.

What's it doing here?

We don't know, father.

Perhaps, God...

Be careful what you lay
at the door of the Lord.

Blessed be his name.

Blessed be his name.

Now why? Why did you tell
this man I had another son?

First I lose Joseph,
then Simeon.

And you,

poor soul,
want me to give him Benjamin.

Well, hear my words!
It will not happen.

I will never,

never risk Benjamin
to your care.

Never!

But, father, Simeon rots
in an Egyptian jail

like a common criminal!

How do I know Benjamin
won't meet that same fate?

Or this Egyptian might
put you all to the sword?

But, father, perhaps if I went...

Quiet, you have
no say in this.

Father!

I cannot
leave Simeon there.

Please,

let me do as
this Egyptian suggests.

If we don't return,

I offer you the lives
of my own two sons.

A typical idea of yours,
Reuben.

If I lose Benjamin,
I can begin exterminating

my entire family.

Is that your grand solution?

Now hear me!

This is my last son
by Rachel.

I will not risk
losing him.

Now go about your business

and pray.

Pray that the grain
you brought back will

outlast the drought.

Nowhere to go,
father.

We don't have
many choices left.

You know my mind in this matter!

We will not talk of it again!

Another month and
we'll not talk of anything.

Soon we will all die.

The line started by Abraham

will have vanished.

And what would you
have me do?

Listen for once.

Think about
what God promised you.

Then listen to your sons

and see if what they have
to say doesn't make sense.

Unless you want
to see us all die,

because you're too
frightened to trust God.

What has this to do
with trusting God?

Isn't it obvious?

He's left you
only one way out.

One road
to our survival.

And it leads
through Egypt.

Egypt is our only
salvation, Jacob.

Jacob. Come.

These are the finest gifts
we can offer.

Present them
to the Egyptian

along with this.

Silver enough
for double payment

for the grain you will buy

and the grain
you brought back.

Have an easy mind,
father.

All will be well.

I know it.

May God go with you
at your right hand

and bring you back
safely to me.

Why have we been brought here
to the great one's house?

Because of the silver we found
in our sacks. I'm sure of it.

But we don't know
how it got there.

All we need do
is be truthful.

Silver?

What silver?

I know I received payment
for your grain.

But we had money
in our grain nonetheless.

Here, we offer
double repayment.

You owe us nothing.

Whatever you found must be
a gift from that God of yours.

Master,
our other brother,

Simeon.

He's in health?

Alive, you mean?

Simeon!

Welcome to Egypt!

Are you all right?
Yeah.

Where did you get that tunic?
Is that linen?

The answer to
every question is yes.

I don't really
understand it.

But from the time
you went away, I sat back,

eating and drinking
like the pharaoh himself.

Come.

You must be washed
before you dine with the master.

You will sit here,

aside from
the master.

This is a
great honor.

Egyptians never eat
with strangers.

To them it is considered
an abomination.

Now, you will sit
in the order I tell you.

Please.

Benjamin,
you will sit here.

So, that's Benjamin.

A handsome young man
if ever I saw one.

- And I hope a pure spirit.
- Gad.

Enough delay.

Issachar.

Zebulon.

Zaphenath-paneah,

he who guides us
on the road of life.

Lift up
your heads.

Your master asks,
is your father in good health?

Yes, master,

and he sends you
these gifts as homage.

So this is the brother
of whom you spoke?

What is your name?

I am Benjamin, master.

How is it, master, that
you come to speak our tongue?

Have you been
to our land?

God be gracious to you,
my son.

Was I wrong to ask
the master how he came

to speak our tongue?

The master has
traveled widely.

He understands a great deal.

Look, we're sitting according
to the order of our birth.

Reuben and Simeon,

Levi,

Judah,

Dan, Naphtali,

Gad and Asher,

Issachar, Zebulon,

finally me.

I divined the order
of your birth by looking

into my magic cup.

It is a great honor.

The master has given you
the food from his own plate.

Thank you, master.

We eat the
same dish at home.

In fact, this is
the favorite food of my father.

I could have done
with a little more sleep.

I don't understand.

He was so friendly
last night.

Yet this morning he has us
roused from our beds

before the cock crows
and sends us on our way.

Look, our asses are already
loaded down with grain.

Why did you return
good with evil?

What can you possibly mean?

You deny stealing
from my master?

What kind of fools
would you take us for?

This.

If you find anything,
you can kill the culprit

and make slaves
of the rest of us.

What have you done,
you little fool?

Have you taken leave
of your senses?

Why did you do
such a wicked thing?

Master, we have
done nothing.

Then how do you explain it?

God is punishing us for a crime
we committed many years ago.

It seems he wants us all to
taste the bitterness of slavery

for surely we are all
your slaves now.

I am not
a vindictive man.

You can return to your father.
I shall keep only Benjamin.

No!

You dare
raise your voice to me?

Men can die for less!

A thousand pardons,
master.

But the very idea
is unthinkable.

Master, I cannot pretend
to grasp the meaning

of these strange happenings.

Benjamin has never
stolen in his life.

- Never.
- Never, master.

And he's too clever to take
a cherished and unique object

from a man as powerful as you.

Nor do I know how
the money got into our sacks

on our previous trip.

Perhaps it was
all the work of God.

Master, please.
Spare the life of Benjamin,

beloved son
of our father's old age.

Losing Benjamin
would kill our old father,

whom we have already
wounded deeply.

Take me as a slave
in place of Benjamin.

Allow the boy to go home
to his father.

No.
Benjamin will stay with me.

No!

I'm sorry, master!

But we must take the boy
back to our father!

Or die in the attempt?

We would rather die
a thousand times

than see such pain
in our father's eyes again!

Or live another 20 years
of wretched cowardice!

No, master!

So you are now ready
to sacrifice your lives

for one of your brothers?

Why then did you not do
the same for the other one?

The one you said died,
when in truth,

you yourselves
sold him into slavery.

You know about Joseph?

How?

Because he is alive.

What?

- He's here in this palace.
- Joseph? Alive?

In fact,
he's in this room.

Leave us.

I said, leave us!
Get out!

Guards!

Come!

I am Joseph.

Joseph?

Joseph?

It is...

my brother Joseph!

Yes.

It is I.

But be at peace.

Come closer.

Don't be afraid.
I will not harm you.

Am I to take
the place of God?

Joseph.

It is not for me
to punish you.

You meant evil against me,
yes.

But God meant it for good.

To bring it about that
many people should be kept alive

as they are today.

So fear not.

I shall provide for you
and for your families

and especially
for our father.

I am most to blame.

I deserve to be
enslaved or killed.

No.

My brother...

I shall not kill you.

That is not the lesson
the Lord,

blessed be his name,
has put before us.

Blessed be his name.

Perhaps we have learned
the meaning of brotherhood,

of family.

And that wherever we may go,
no matter how God's plan

separates us,

we must always be true
to one another,

to be family.

You must return
for our father.

Tell him of what I have
achieved and move him here

with all your belongings.

I want you near me

in the land of Goshen
so I may provide for you

during the remaining years
of the famine.

I have spoken to the pharaoh.
All is prepared.

Come to me.

Come to me.

I'm your brother.

I am Joseph.

Blessed be his name.

Blessed be his name.

Father.

Father.

Truly, this is my Joseph.

My son, my son.

I did not think
to ever see your face again.

And these...

I see to be my grandchildren.

Rachel's light
shines in their eyes.

Come, come, my children.

Come that I might bless you.

Come.

I am indeed blessed that I have
again held you in my arms

and laid eyes
upon your sons.

Now truly,
I can die in peace.

There will be no talk
of death, my father.

Then God will it.

And then you will

take me back to Canaan,

the land God promised Abraham.

And it will be
as the Lord promised.

Our descendants
shall be known as Israel

and will be
a multitude of nations,

each brother unto himself,

a tribe of Israel.