All language subtitles for The.Faithful.S01E01.1080p.WEB.h264-EDITH_track3_[eng]

[dramatic music]

[Hagar] Our names were
whispered through time.

From generation to generation.

[music continues]

I was an Egyptian slave,

but she changed all that.

[music continues]

The woman who bowed to no one.

I was in search of freedom.

She was in search of faith.

Our lives were to become one.

[dog barking in distance]

The story started long ago

in a marketplace in Harran.

[lively music]

Blue as the sea itself.

I have never even seen the sea.

[man]
Uh-huh.

How much is it?

[man]
For you, ten shekels.

Perhaps another day.

It suits you.

-You think so?
-Very much so.

Sarai!
Sarai!

I've been looking
for you everywhere!

What's wrong, Mother?

Abim the Gerarite is making
your father an offer.

A dozen prime ewes
for your daughter's hand.

What say you?

It's an acceptable
bride price, I suppose.

What say you, Sarai?
Do you consent?

What need have you
for a wife, Abim?

Don't you already have one?

Tilda.
She gave me three sons.

I want more.

I ask again,
do you consent?

To marrying a man
I hardly know,

much less admire?

-I think not.
-Sarai!

Seems that your daughter has

what some would call
a spirited nature.

[Terah]
She's long been that way.

-Apologize, Sarai.
-No.

Bow to your betrothed
and accept his forgiveness.

I bow to no man.

Well, now that I've had
a look at you up close,

you're not worth a dozen
prime ewes to begin with.

[Abram]
Hey!

You heard the lady, move on.

This has nothing
to do with you, boy.

Shame.

You have more beauty
than sense.

[Adah] Look what
you've gone and done.

No man will marry you now.

Are you all right?

Are you?

Listen, Sarai, I...

I haven't a dozen sheeps in
my name or anything even close,

but...

I'd be proud
to be your husband.

Abram.

Not someone to bow to, but to
stand shoulder to shoulder with,

no matter what life
might bring.

Finally.

I thought you
might not ever ask.

Will you have me, Sarai?

I'll stand with you, Abram,
and be your wife...

until the day I die.

May it bring children.

Many, many children.

[soft dramatic music]

[Sarai]
Abram.

-You remembered.
-Of course.

A picnic.

Twenty-five years.

I remember too.

I just finished.

[gasps]

Ohh, it's beautiful.
I love it.

Your favorite color.

Sarai?

Do you ever think about
taking another wife?

Why, that's quite the question
to ask your husband

on our anniversary day.

Most men in your position
would have.

Most men are not married
to a woman like you.

You are my wife
and no other.

I failed you.

No.

Your bloodline ends with me.

When we die,
your name dies with us.

Stop this.

Tell me the truth,
my husband, here and now.

Would you still
have married me

if you'd known I couldn't
give you children?

Shoulder to shoulder
no matter what life might bring.

Remember when I said that?

Like it was yesterday.

[horses neighing]

[wolf howling in distance]

[ominous tone]

[wind whistling]

Did you hear that?

It's just the wind.

Can we go back to sleep?

[indistinct utterance]

[chimes ringing]

[sheep bleating,
rooster crowing]

[baby crying]

[Neela shushing]

Good morning, Neela.

I'm sorry.
Did he wake you up?

Oh, it's all right.
Is it his cough?

If you put some mint
and some honey in a tea,

it should do the trick.

Oh!
Ooh!

Look at you.
How did you get so big?

[sheep bleating]

Abram?

Abram.

Abram.

He spoke to me.

What?

He spoke to me.

Who?

God.

God?
What god?

God.

Um, well,
what does He look like?

Does He have a name?

He did not say.

And I didn't see Him.

So it-- it was
just a voice then?

A voice.

A presence.

Indescribable.

"Go forth," He said,
"from your native land

into a land
that I will show you."

And you want to do this
because of a dream?

It wasn't a dream, no.

I am as certain of that
as my love for you.

He said He would make
a great nation of me.

Children, Sarai.
He's going to give us children.

Those were His words.

Those were His words
to you, Abram?

Yes, and I have to go.

I must follow
where God leads me.

But I can't do this
without you.

Please, my love.

You must trust me.

Please trust me.

Um, I trust you.

If you need me to do this...

I will go with you.

[horses grunting]

Eliezer, fill these as well.

We must bring as much water
as we can carry.

[Eliezer] I'll make sure there's
enough for all the servants.

[Terah]
Sarai.

I worry for your safety,
my daughter.

Take these.

Household idols to protect you
on your travels.

Abram will protect me.

Till we meet again, Father.

I fear that's not to be.

Not in this lifetime.

[bird screeching in distance]

[dramatic music]

We have to find water.

And grass to pasture
our flock.

Where?

There's drought across
the entire Levant.

Then we head south to Egypt.

No matter the drought,
the Nile still flows.

[horse snorts]

[music continues]

[Sarai]
Neela.

For your little ones.

Thank you, mistress.

Here.

People are starving, Abram.

Did your god not warn you
of all the suffering?

We have water now.
Food will come.

Well, it best come soon.

People are hungry.
They need bread.

If we offer enough,

there must be somewhere
to buy grain.

I'll go at once.

But we'll need
to make it last.

[coins clinking]

[horn blaring in distance]

[ominous music]

[horn blowing]

Pharaoh.

[men shouting]
Pharaoh! Pharaoh! Pharaoh!

[Neela]
Eliezer, get down.

[music continues]

So many of them.

This one.

Why is she not bowing?

She needs to be made
an example of.

Mistress Sarai, on your knees
before the living god.

[horn blowing]

[horses neighing]

[man]
Seize her!

Wait! Wait! No!
Wait! No!

Please, let her go!

-Move!
-[Sarai] No! Let me go!

[horses neighing]

-Hyah!
-[Sarai] Abram! Abram!

Sarai!
Sarai!

Sarai!

[ominous music]

What is your name?

Sarai.

Tell me, Sarai.

Are you of royal blood?

No, Pharaoh.

-Are you a goddess?
-No, Pharaoh.

Yet you refuse to bow
in my presence.

I decided long ago
I would bow to no man.

[Pharaoh] And you say
it was not personal?

I meant no offense.

What about a god?

Would you deign
to bow before one?

If I encountered one.

[onlookers gasp]

It is all right.

She is new to Egypt.

[staff pounds floor]

She does not know.

What if you meet a god
and you do not recognize him?

He would recognize me.

Know what's in my heart.

My every thought.

That I meant no offense.

Hmm.

Since none was meant,

then none is taken.

I shall not kill her.

Pharaoh will keep her.

It's a great honor to have
Pharaoh take you as a wife.

-A wife?
-Was that your husband

who tried to stop you
from being taken away?

No.

No, it was my brother.

Good.
Less messy that way.

I'll see to it he's paid
a handsome price.

[snaps fingers]
Hagar.

Clean her and dress her
for Pharaoh tonight.

Consider this slave girl
the betrothal gift.

It's Pharaoh's desire
that his wives be happy here.

You were right to lie
about your husband.

The Pharaoh would've
had him killed.

Come with me, please.

You love your husband very much.

He's my world.

I too know what it means
to give someone up

so that they might live.

I wasn't born a slave,
you know.

My people were
reed farmers in Shur.

We worshipped the wrong god,

so Pharaoh had our village razed
and our fields salted.

Our family was starving.

I sold myself
for three pieces of silver

to a passing slave trader.

So they could live.

I'll see them again.

Someday.

Why did you leave home,
you and your husband?

My husband's god
promised us children.

Why would his god
promise you such a thing

only to cause you
to end up here?

Makes no sense.

Maybe it was His way of telling
him to find another wife.

One who could give him
a child that I can't.

He'll tire of you soon enough,
the pharaoh.

He'll move on
to his next new toy.

There's no way out of here.

If there was,
I would've found it.

Come closer.

You almost look Egyptian.

Almost.

But not so much.

Underneath this paint and dress,
I can still see your disdain.

You're far away from home.

How is it that you
came to Egypt?

My brother's god ordered us
to leave Harran.

Huh.

Which god?

Maybe I know him.

Look around you.

These, my ancestors.

They go back centuries.

Who knows?

Maybe one day it will be
your countenance

that adorns these
sacred walls.

Take it off.

Pharaoh commands you.

[hairpin clangs on floor]

You have fire in you.

I like that.

Now, take it off.

[Pharaoh grunting]

[Pharaoh gasping]

[haggard breathing]

Mm! Ah!

What, what is this?

Did you poison me?

You witch!
What magic is this?

What have you done to me?

It's not I, Pharaoh.

[Pharaoh groaning]

Guards!

Guards!

Leave her!
Let her go!

She's a witch!

Leave!

Leave and never come back!

Take your slave girl and see
that you both never return,

under pain of death.

Hagar, come.
Come with me.

[Sarai grunts]

[man]
Hyah! Hyah!

Oh, my beloved.
You're alive.

Did they hurt you?

Are you-- are you harmed?

No.

No?

W-Was it God?

Did God save you?

I can't explain it.

Who is this?

Hagar.
She's coming with us.

So that one day
I might see my home again.

[Hagar] I was banished
from my homeland.

And my life was saved
by this stranger.

I had witnessed a power

that could make a pharaoh
cower in pain.

I could've run away,

but I chose to follow her
into the unknown.

Wherever it would lead.

[dramatic music]

Good place to start a family.

You need to start saving
your first morning bladder.

Saving it for what?

[Hagar]
To soak these in.

If it's a boy,
the barley will sprout,

and if it's a girl,
the wheat.

Oh, Hagar.

Abram's god did not bring you
out of Egypt

to not give you a child,
but you have to do your part,

and so does he.

We've been married 30 years.

Luckily, I found these down
at the bog this morning.

What are they?

Mandrakes.

You roast them and then
slip them in his tea.

It'll be like your
wedding night all over again.

[Sarai chuckles softly]

Thank you, Hagar.

[Sarai laughs]

Well, next time.

[Sarai laughing]

[indistinct chatter]

[Sarai laughing]

[baby crying]

Oh, Mama's coming.

[crying echoes and fades]

Where are you?

Where are you?

What?

Sarai, are you all right?

Everything's fine.
Go back to sleep.

[somber music]

Hey!

We did what you asked!

And nothing!

My womb stays closed!

What sort of a god are you?

Huh?

Your promises mean nothing!

Say something!

Say something!

Say something to me!

And that's when he saw it.

A dove turn into the ark

with a freshly plucked
olive leaf in her mouth.

That's when Noah knew

the floodwaters were
subsiding at last.

Perhaps tomorrow I'll
tell you a story of how God

saved a certain someone we might
know from the pharaoh himself.

[children gasping]

I think it's time for bed.

[indistinct chatter]

Abram, really?

Pharaoh?

As if it were one
of the sagas.

Who knows?
It might be one day.

Pardon the interruption.

Pator and I have
something to ask.

Celeel and I hope to marry,

and with your blessing,
start a family.

Yes, of course.

I give you
my blessing with joy.

And may God grant you
many, many children.

[Celeel]
Thank you.

Remember when that was us?

[chuckling]
Yes, I remember.

Oh, Abram.

Maybe it's time.

It's time for us to accept
that it's never gonna happen,

and for us to name an heir.

God promised us a child.

I am past the ways
of women now.

Can we please stop
pretending otherwise?

I was thinking Eliezer.

He's good and born
of our household.

He's loyal.

We'll talk about it
in the morning.

[horse snorting,
neighing softly]

[ominous music]

Abram?

What happened here?

We made a covenant,
He and I.

A covenant?

[Abram]
Sealed in blood.

He spoke to me, Sarai.

After so many years of silence,
He spoke to me again.

What did He say?

That I would have descendants
like stars in the sky.

Not of Eliezer,
but of my own flesh.

He promised me a son.

A son of your own flesh?

That's what He said, yes.

And of mine also?

Did He say that, Abram?

Why would He need to?

Who else would it be?

You are my wife,
and no other.

A son of his own flesh.

That's what God told him.

His, not mine.

What kind of a cruel god
tries to make me think

that a woman my age
could have a child?

What if you can't?

You're blessed.

You have a loving husband,
a community.

I know.

Do you want to be
a mother one day?

Of course.

How could that happen?

I'm an Egyptian slave.
Who would marry me?

Hagar.

What if meeting in Pharaoh's
palace wasn't an accident?

What if we were brought
together for a purpose?

I think there is a child.

It's not of my womb.

But the son
that Abram sees is his

and maybe yours.

You want--

You want me to lie
with Abram?

I want you to have a child
on my behalf.

And in return, I will help you
get back home to your family.

The pharaoh who banished us
from Egypt no longer rules.

Home?

With my family again?

It's what you've
always wanted.

It's what
I've always wanted.

And you can marry.

You can have children
of your own.

Yes.

Yes, I'll do this thing you ask.

You have given me so much.

I will help give you the child
that you've been promised.

Thank you.

[Sarai]
It's all here.

You bear the child on my knee,
and then, by law, he's mine.

-And after that...
-Home.

Once we make our mark,
there's no turning back.

Every month on the quarter moon.

Since I was a girl.

Well, then, tonight it is.

Shall I?

So pretty.

Come.

Oh.

Ooh, good wine.

It's from Kith.

Expensive wine.

[Sarai chuckles]

Well...

it's a special night.

Hmm?
How so?

We're going to ensure
your bloodline.

Lie with Hagar, Abram,

so that we might
have a child by her.

Sarai.

Abram, God told you
that we would have a family.

Yes.

You and I.

We will have a family,
but only by Hagar.

Abram, please.

I have loved only one
my whole life.

Hagar.

That's the only way.

Oh, I was just getting
these ready for you.

Sorry, I was gonna
do it myself.

Oh, well, then,
sooner we know, the sooner--

Sooner I can go home?

You were asleep
when I came in.

Yes, it was late.
I was tired.

I only did what you asked.

You could have protested
a little more.

If you have had
a change of heart...

No.

No.

Please lie with her
until she is with child.

But remember, husband.

She's a woman
with a woman's heart.

You're very beautiful.

I don't know why I haven't
noticed that till now.

You tell me about them,
your family.

Uh...

I have two younger brothers.

Hahn and Creel.

Hahn and Creel?

What are they like?

Well, I can't wait
to see them.

[both chuckle]

[gentle music]

A boy.

Abram!

A boy?

A son.

[dramatic music]

[dog barks]