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face.

A fleet.

A war.

A man.

A thought.

A trick.

A trick to break the walls of Troy

and burn it screaming to the ground.

What does it mean?

A gift

for Athena.

Calm, and gods

respect their armor.

Save it from the waves.

Take it to Athena's temple.

The war is over.

Stop!

Not this song.

I wanna remind them of whose wine they're drinking.

I don't want Odysseus's song.

I want Odysseus.

Then why do you entertain suitors in his house night after night?

In this world, a man does what he chooses.

I do what I can.

I am a man now, Mom.

So throw them out.

Break Zeus's law and see what they do to you if you give them that excuse.

I've already lost a husband.

I don't wanna lose a son.

My dad's coming back.

Then where is he?

Eight years since Troy fell, almost twenty since he left us.

Where is he?

We have to welcome him like we welcome all of you.

You call them the beggars.

I'm saying you've been welcome here for three years.

We've only enjoyed your hospitality for so long because your mother won't choose.

She's already married.

Odysseus is dead.

What do you know about my dad?

I know he kept stringing cattle and bad wine.

But you had the best of it the first two seasons.

I know he never came home.

He might yet.

You're pining for a daddy you didn't even know, like some sniveling bastard.

Well, since none of us can really know who our fathers are,

don't claim to know mine.

But I did know him.

As boys, we watched him hunt.

I tried to volunteer for his expedition to Troy,

but he told me stay here and keep an eye on you.

Well,

Sparta is full of Trojan War veterans.

Some of them know something.

You're Odysseus' son?

Come to Sparta.

Go on.

The sea anyways, it welcomed him.

The queen wants to speak to the stranger.

She lives for news.

Just don't try to give her any false hope.

She has some way of knowing whether a person has actually seen Odysseus.

You see that man?

He can't see much anymore,

but that doesn't stop him beating travelers

to death in exchange for lies about my father.

Too fast How can you know?

You don't need eyes to hear a hasty combination.

Mentor, push him.

Too fast.

He's as friendly as you.

He only answered to your father.

Where'd he get him from?

In there, right here.

Ah.

Oh,

I'll take him.

For your boy?

For a hunting dog.

Damned if he wasn't right.

Hold still.

How bad a scar do you want?

Why do you always pluck your bow?

It's only fair.

To warn your prey?

To fight with honor.

You weren't fighting, you were hunting.

Oh, hunting's nothing but fighting with stealth.

Clever.

Clever, but your cleverness is gonna get you in trouble.

Try again.

This time, not as fast or precise.

You can't win with a perfect defense.

Draw the attack.

How?

Hesitate.

Open your belly to your opponent's blade.

Their attack becomes your chance.

You teach my father that?

No, no, he taught me.

He said, "You're not always going to be the strongest or the fastest,

so be, be the smartest."

But would he do, huh, if he came back here to find all these suitors in his house?

Don't dare can't even let myself imagine what he'd do to them.

There are so many.

Cut a couple down, the others cave.

Bullies and cowards.

Most of them were old enough to go to Troy,

but when they saw Agamemnon sail...

Their fathers hid them.

And he knew Agamemnon's war would take many years and many lives.

So he raised his army by lottery.

Name?

Antinous.

Draw.

No.

Name?

Antinous.

Draw.

Yes, by lots.

Antinous told me he volunteered.

Your boy's trying to take Sinon's place.

I'm not gonna let him.

He needs to stay here, take care of his family.

He can watch over your boy, too.

Of course.

He's with me.

He wanted Antinous to look after me.

No, no.

But Odysseus was sensitive to a father's shame.

He felt these fathers.

You and your mother meant more to him than promises of glory.

So he knew it would be years.

Did he tell my mother?

That's a question for her.

You may ask, is he ever coming back?

Argus thinks so.

Never known a dog reached 20,

but he's long outlived his master.

Oh, I didn't mean to startle you.

I'm in no hurry.

The elders decreed when I finish your grandfather's burial shroud,

it'll be time to remarry.

Why?

Ithaca's been a king too long.

They want security.

From what?

The people from the sea.

That's just travelers' tales.

All we know of the world is travelers' tales.

That's how we found our way Ithaca.

Now they all tell stories of attacks by people from the sea.

And who are the people from the sea?

No one knows, but the elders want Ithaca to be prepared.

Prepared?

We're part of the greatest civilization ever known.

Look at this great house.

Stone is old as knowledge.

At the mercy of some greedy, unwanted guests.

The structure's nothing without people's respect for its meaning.

Zeus' law.

Treat others as you want to be treated.

When they abuse that, they destroy everything.

So how could you think of marrying one of them?

Because a long time ago...

Your father asked me to.

Agamemnon is our king, and the Trojans took his brother's wife.

Or she ran away with them.

Either way, the walls of Troy are said to be impregnable.

We'll sit outside that great city and try to draw them into battle

as years go by, until Telemachus grows and you learn life without me.

Menelaus will give up on Helen.

This is Agamemnon's excuse to break Troy's control of the trading routes.

They won't let it pass, ever.

What if you refuse?

He'll take our son.

He would never.

He sacrificed his own daughter for favorable wind.

Why would the gods want daughter's life?

The power of a sacrifice

is in the cost to the person making it.

That's monstrous.

I am committed.

I won't return soon, if at all.

What if we ran?

Took your fastest ship and brightest crew and headed for the horizon?

Held hands on deck as we rowed west at dusk, chasing the escaping sun.

There's a world beyond these walls.

Agamemnon's vengeance would fall on all of Ithaca.

Promise me,

if I don't return by the time Telemachus comes of age,

promise me you'll take another husband.

Enough sacrifices.

Love's not a sacrifice.

Of course it is,

and I don't want you to make it.

It's not up to you.

Promise me.

No.

Promise me you'll come back.

What if I can't?

Then your memory won't be making my decisions.

Take my pin.

Wear it always.

Athena will bring you home.

I'm not sure it suits me.

If travelers claim to have seen you,

I'll ask what you were wearing, and I'll know if they're lying.

If the people from the sea are real,

right now Ithaca has no king to raise an army.

I can take the throne.

Come.

String it.

That's not fair.

You said only he could string this bow.

He was happy to let others try.

He'd line up all the axes.

No one else ever did it.

Mom, they're bleeding us dry so you'll be forced to choose one of them before

I can claim the throne myself.

The traveler told me Menelaus returned years ago.

They've all returned.

All who survived.

Maybe he is dead.

Then if he is, then this is my palace.

We need to know.

I have to go to Menelaus to find out the truth.

Telemachus, these suitors mean you harm.

You think I don't know that?

Every night, they push me to give them the excuse they need.

And out there on the sea, on the road, they won't need an excuse.

You just won't come back.

You don't want me to claim the throne myself.

You just want to keep me in my place so that you can stay Queen of Ithaca.

I've had enough of being Queen of Ithaca without my king.

Without your king,

or a king.

And you think you're ready to take your father's place?

You're a child.

You're too loud, Melanthius.

Don't wear your spurs in the palace.

You're a cowherd, not a horse.

And you're a pig farmer.

Who are you to talk to me like that?

I'm the servant our master left in charge of his herdsmen.

The master is long gone, you blind old fool.

And you're about as welcome here as that dog is.

Argus.

Argus.

Argus.

Sir, he didn't do anything.

So the stink is you?

Leave the old dog alone.

Which one?

Both of us.

What did you say, little slave?

just got carried away.

Argus is my father's hunting dog.

His hunting dog?

Look at that thing.

Get it out of here before it dies.

Don't touch!

He's in pain.

Okay.

If I put it out of its misery?

Leave him alone!

What did you see?

You all see?

He attacked me!

I have my rights!

Please!

Please don't hurt my son.

Easy, both of us.

The old dog loves heir.

Show some mercy.

Take him outside.

I'll take care of this.

my father's hunting dog.

He's only living to see Odysseus return.

Fine.

I'll put him on the dung heap out front so he can greet his master a little sooner.

That dog stays out there.

Next time, think twice before you offer up your life for an animal.

You have no idea.

Have your supplies taken down to the ships.

Tell no one.

Use only people you trust.

You'll break your mother's heart.

If I stay, they'll force me to fight.

No one will back me.

I have to find out what happened to my father and the

gods will be behind me if they know Odysseus dead.

The suitors will never allow that.

You'll never make it back alive.

the men to wait.

Tell them he leaves ships just before dawn.

What?

Do you want me to tell your mother?

To hold out for as long she can.

The ship's ready.

The tide's right.

Have I ever told you that you have wise eyes?

Athena's eyes?

Once or twice.

You haven't even asked me where we're going yet.

Where are we going?

To find my dad.

He's alive.

I can feel it in the wind, in the waves.

He's out there somewhere, wandering, injured, lost.

I don't know, but he's alive.

More dreams?

I'm drowning inside some

dark space.

Firelight on stone.

I don't know.

Don't you want to remember?

Why can't gods speak in ways we understand?

Who doesn't understand thunder?

The fire?

A child's smile?

A good harvest?

You hide yourselves from us.

Look.

Who's moving that cloud?

Massing those birds?

What's moving the water?

Who were you talking to?

Athena came to me again.

She's telling me to remember.

To leave.

Why would you leave?

We have everything we need.

How long have I been here, Calypso?

I have a home somewhere.

There's someone out there.

How do you know?

I don't know.

I feel.

What we have here could last forever.

Forever is for gods.

Are you a god?

You want to remember, but what if remembering destroys your happiness?

Then it wasn't real.

No, no more.

But I love it.

Stop eating the lotus.

Tell me what you remember.

After Troy.

Troy?

One more And then one.

Ten years on this fucking beach!

Let's go home.

Remember who we leave here.

Do we have enough provisions?

We've taken enough from Troy.

Another stop or two won't kill us.

It's totally yours.

Risk!

Soldier yours!

We'll raise the sail, follow the southerly winds.

Yes, sir.

Agamemnon's rowing west on a known provisions route.

He's got more mouths to feed.

We'll find places to land.

Are you sure?

It's a risk.

I followed Agamemnon long enough.

With a little luck and the right winds,

we'll see some of the world and still be home before Agamemnon.

Just keep the bear on the right.

Look at this!

Land.

See?

Lucky bastard.

We're down to our last supplies.

Assemble a landing party.

Food and water enough for three weeks.

What if they won't give it?

How badly do you wanna get home?

Get your weapons ready!

Begging.

Move it!

Borrowing.

Bargaining.

Ask them why they abandoned their village instead of welcoming us.

He says they thought we were the Sea People.

No, we're Greeks from Ithaca.

Maybe you heard of our victory at Troy.

We're headed west on the southerly winds.

He says if we go that way, we'll right into things we can't.

After years at war,

no one could stand between my men and home,

not even me.

Then something happened.

Chasing the escaping sun.

There you go.

Lucky bastard.

Sheep come in flocks.

Let's follow.

Someone lives here.

I think we Jason.

Very good.

There's a lot of it.

We should leave.

We've brought nothing to trade with.

Zeus's law.

I don't know if whoever lives here has

heard of Zeus's law or Zeus for that matter.

Everyone's heard of Zeus's law.

Get the fire going.

We'll welcome the owner back.

Get away from the fire.

Stop!

I think it's asleep.

Ray?

The fuck?

Can't move the rock.

We'd be trapped.

Spread the word.

In the morning, when it lets out its flock, we'll rush the entrance.

Rest up.

Yo!

It jams something from the cave mouth.

Leave a gap.

Maybe.

But what?

This log.

It'll notice.

Grab the thin end, put it in the fire.

How much rope do we have?

How big is the flock?

Couple dozen, maybe.

There's too many of us.

When it comes back, two of us have to get out.

Or at least get killed.

Run low through the flock towards the entrance, then split wide.

So we can only grab one of them.

Right.

Uh, four of us should make the run.

Two and two.

Why the rest of them, man?

Eaten two of us last night.

We'll warn the other two before he sleeps.

What about his body?

What about him?

We just leave him here to rot

as food for that thing?

We honor our dead with this.

He died helping us escape.

We'll honor him by escaping.

It can talk.

Why didn't talk before?

He talked to answer.

Should we reason with it?

I think we're past that.

you doing?

No!

Why'd you have to fire that arrow?

We lost good soldiers to that beast.

Yeah, and that beast was the son of Poseidon.

What?

When we put its eye out, we heard it crying his name.

That thing was a monster.

I heard it, too.

So now the sea is against us?

And the wind.

How are we supposed to get home with Poseidon against us?

We can't live by omens and sacrifices.

Do you know how many times I've heard you weeping,

praying to Athena since we left Troy?

Couldn't you have shown some mercy?

Take this.

Wear it to remember those we couldn't bury.

The gods help those who help themselves.

From that moment, every rough sea or headwind told the crew we were cursed.

But where is my crew?

When will you let me see my men?

If I could just talk to them.

They'd help me remember that I have a wife, children, maybe a son.

How long have I been here?

A long time.

If I had a son,

how old would he be now?

I don't know how to speak to a king.

That's fine.

Keep your mouth shut.

If anyone asks, we're traders from Crete.

We'll figure out how we'll approach the king.

Welcome.

Thank you.

We seem to be having problems- This way.

Where are taking us?

The king insists on meeting strangers himself.

Sit.

Not you.

You.

You are hospitality and suits the mans, but perhaps should tell us who you are.

You picked the right day to arrive.

Feasting my daughter's wedding.

Tomorrow, she leaves to start a new life.

You don't look like a beggar.

I imagine you know who I am.

I am Menelaus, son of Atreus, brother of Agamemnon, husband of Helen.

Perhaps you've heard Helen.

The face that launched a thousand ships.

Well, maybe now just five hundred.

So many left on the battlefield of Troy for that face.

Or your brother's ambition.

This one looks familiar.

Ajax,

Troclus, Achilles.

I don't miss them as much as one particular warrior.

He was the smartest of us all.

Ten years we rotted on that beach.

Deadlocked.

Fighting amongst ourselves until one man,

he found a way.

Odysseus.

You hear the story of the horse?

But did you hear it from the inside?

We were in it for days.

We squeezed inside before the ships set sail.

Odysseus, he knew that no one could know that we were inside,

not even Sin, the soldier we left behind.

The first two tides of men drowned right in front of us.

Silently, a piece of shit.

He knew the way from a moonless night from the plains of Troy.

I think you know the rest.

Moved by my telling?

You sure you heard the poets sing it?

I have.

But they weren't there with all of you.

With your father, Odysseus.

You're so like him.

When did you last see him?

In Troy.

Gods granted us a righteous victory.

Righteous.

The gods granted our righteous victory, but did not bless our voyages.

It took me years to get home.

He didn't. Some did and wished they hadn't. Tell him.

Tell him about your brother.

No.

About the fate the gods bestowed on him after your righteous struggle.

No.

About his hero's welcome.

No!

About how Agamemnon made it home years- No before us.

Tell him how he was welcomed by his queen, my twin sister, Clytemnestra.

No, no.

Tell him how she- No!

He needs not worry hear about my brother!

And what's news of his father?

I know nothing of Odysseus since Troy.

Nothing?

Not from any of your men.

Or Agamemnon's, or traders, or travelers.

Did you come here for songs or to sip at your interest in gossip?

Are you in the right place?

Anyone want to spin a story about Odysseus?

Some say he's rich or some say poor.

Some say he perished, some say he's in prison.

What say you?

In prison?

What kind of prison could hold a man like that?

Tell me what you do remember.

The rest will come.

The men became more and more convinced that I'd offended Poseidon.

We were hit by storm after storm,

all pushing us off course until we were truly lost.

Hello.

We're here in peace.

We just need some food.

We need food.

Can't you understand?

It's just a child.

If that's a child, what about its parents?

Hey.

Shh, okay.

No, no.

Go!

Go!

Back to the ship!

Go, go, go!

Move it!

Move it!

All the way!

All the it, faster!

Turn to port.

Follow the coast.

What if they have ships?

We need to get as far away as possible.

We don't have supplies for a blind crossing.

We've lost our way.

We need to find food and get our bearings.

Turn to port.

There!

Smoke, there!

Go fast.

We'll find the island at the beach.

We've done it!

Form a landing party.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Leave someone with the tenders.

We think you should stay.

We?

All of us still alive.

Is this a mutiny?

That's up to you.

Give me your bow.

I'll make sure we eat tonight, no matter what you find.

No, no, it's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's all right.

No one's gonna hurt you.

If I do what you want.

No one is going to hurt you.

My name's Eurylochus.

What's your name?

Circe.

Circe, we need food badly.

We have food,

lots of food.

You'll let me?

Your weapons, your armor,

put it out back.

Do you like wine?

Why do you have so much?

You never know when strangers will come.

Men

with their appetites,

too much is never enough.

Eurylochus!

They haven't come back yet.

No, Give me the dagger.

Why don't you just come here?

Do you come from the sea?

Are you alone?

My pigs have taken a liking to you.

Are you hungry?

Leave your weapons at the door.

Enjoy the hospitality of Zeus.

Grab a hog.

You can slaughter it for your dinner.

Whoever you are, you're clearly not a farmer.

Here.

That stew smells good.

That's enough for just us.

Who says it's just us?

Who else is here?

Who indeed?

You say you're all alone, but no one comes here alone.

No?

You can only reach this spot by sea.

So, where are your shipmates?

I'm looking for them.

Anyone happened to come this way?

But you prepared all this food.

You're questioning me?

You?

A traveler who's clearly starving, yet hasn't touched the food in front of him,

claims to be a sailor, yet wears a great warrior's armor.

And who breaks Zeus's law by bringing a dagger into his hostess's house.

You have sharp eyes.

Sharpened by the gods.

Do they grant you insights?

Truths,

sometimes.

Would they tell you where I could find my men?

Your men?

That's right.

They would.

Then would you tell me?

Perhaps, if you give me your dagger.

Why would I help a liar who refuses my hospitality?

Your men were here earlier.

Now they're not.

They moved on?

Yes.

Leaving their rings.

I don't know who this girl is to you,

but you will put that knife down, and I'm throbbing to find out.

Family.

Mother?

Your sister?

You did this to her like you turned my men into pigs.

I didn't turn your men into anything.

Look at them.

This is who they are.

Look at them!

Base, disgusting,

crime-riddled vermin you value in battle because

they've raped and pillaged across the world for you.

And you think that's against their nature?

You think they only did that because you ordered them to?

A true commander makes his men's savagery his actual discipline.

You don't seem that deluded.

You sent them to me here on my own.

A gang of filthy soldiers with empty bellies and hog blood.

You thought they'd respect me in my home?

Look at them.

Know your own men.

Did they hurt you?

They just wanna go home.

Let them.

Come back.

Come back.

Back into your disguises.

disguises.

Come back.

Back into your disguises.

Odysseus.

Back to the ship?

Take all the food you can carry.

Leave the meat.

You're not gonna let her live.

She's a witch.

Who gave her powers?

Your gods.

Fill the jugs and skins at the stream.

Be ready to sail at dawn.

Why leave her like this?

We got him better this way.

I'm sorry if we offended you.

We can't get back without your help.

We need to know the way to the Trade Routes.

You're too lost.

What do you mean?

Only blind Teiresias can tell you how to go home.

Teiresias?

In Hades.

Nobody sails into hell and comes back.

You will.

Head north into the twilight.

Then inland until the river of fire meets a river of ice.

There, you must dig a trench

and fill it with the blood of sacrifice.

Enter the dead and learn how you go home.

You,

not your men.

You'd curse them?

Not a curse, a truth.

Your men don't want you to defy the gods.

The gods say only you make it home.

Then I defy the gods.

Sir, it's Odysseus.

Sir.

It's Odysseus.

Let him drink, Odysseus.

Then you will hear his testament.

Odysseus?

Yes.

You lied to everyone.

Did you have to lie to me?

I needed you to believe.

Why did you have to volunteer?

Don't you remember how I came here?

I begged to take Antinous' place.

He'd been called.

He offered money for your family if you'd take his place.

If the Trojans don't let me live,

if I never make it home, take this back to my father.

Tell him everything I did.

Odysseus,

feel free to add some stuff.

You trust me with the truth.

You knew I'd die for you.

I'd die, Mantos, the truth.

I needed you to believe.

I died for your lie on that beach.

I know.

I was there with you.

I heard you repeat the lie with your dying breath, winning us the war.

I was right there, inches from you, smelling your blood.

What comfort could that give me,

not knowing you were inside that horse until the dead told me?

Which dead?

A lot of veterans of your campaigns walk these shores.

The dead meet to lament the living and greet the newly dead.

My father was the first shade to find me.

To comfort you.

Shades don't comfort.

They want word of the living who wronged them.

My father had died in poverty, alone,

begging for scraps from people like Antinous.

Antinous cheated you- Passers no doubt cheating you How?

Who's in it to come looking after your wife and son?

My wife is of no concern.

Talk to Agamemnon about honor, Alex.

Wait, Agamemnon's here?

You buried me at Troy with respect.

Thank you.

But spare a thought for those you didn't. It's not always possible.

When you get home, take a ship.

Head into the unknown west 'til you find land.

And there, give sacrifice and honor your men.

Do you still have the lot?

Of course.

If you make it home, give Antinous back his shame.

I will.

My

lord.

Odysseus.

How are you here?

We won the war.

You're headed for home.

Odysseus, the most brilliant of all my generals,

who would never be snared as I was.

Were you cast adrift like us?

No.

My misfortune was to make it home and welcomed by my beautiful wife.

Bathed.

Anointed.

Made soft

and learned the hardest lesson.

I'd left a poison in her heart years before.

The good part of her heart had gone.

No.

No.

She and her lover had plotted my murder for years.

Odysseus.

Yes?

My son, Orestes, did he avenge me?

My lord, how could I know?

I'm still trying to get home.

Don't make my mistake.

Don't walk in the front door expecting garlands and praise.

Come in disguise.

Take your time.

Rest next.

Do you see?

I know what I have to do.

Some of what you have to do.

My prophecy is not for their ears.

Back to the ship.

Sail southwest, past the sirens.

Their song lures your men onto the rocks.

They'll all die.

I won't let that happen.

I'll block their ears with wax.

Past the sirens, you choose between the whirlpool,

Charybdis, and the monster, Scylla.

The whirlpool in the sea takes all of your lives.

The monster, a crisp, only six.

But your determination to not sacrifice any more lives kills all of them.

I'll do what I have to.

At the end, there's starvation and mutiny threatened.

They demand to land where the sun god grazes his cattle.

They slaughter Apollo's herd.

Zeus kills them for it.

Do you see?

I'll stop them.

Why do you value these men's lives more than those you've already lost?

I can still save them from the gods.

But not from themselves.

What is that?

You're not very cruel,

demanding you share their dishonor.

Let's go!

We rode out of hell,

leaving so many fallen comrades.

I have to save the rest.

What's happened to them?

Did they leave me here?

Are they coming back?

Did you do something to them?

Did you do something to them?

No, You told me not to eat the lotus flower.

Just tonight, so you can get some sleep.

And tomorrow, when you're ready, you'll remember.

You'll remember your crew and your family.

Family?

A wife?

Do I have a wife?

It's all right, Melantho.

Strangers don't come in here.

Screen or no screen, after three years of feasting together,

we're far from strangers, Penelope.

Are you trying to marry me or ruin my reputation?

Melantho can be discreet.

I'm actually here out of concern for your reputation.

Oh?

Everyone sees how hard you work.

Slow, steady progress.

Hmm.

But every night you've been unraveling that work.

Leave us.

You can't expect her to be loyal to a master she never even knew.

I expect her to be loyal to me.

And she will be, when you're married to me.

Slaves have no choice but to be loyal to the future.

This is household waiting for a master,

just as Ithaca is a kingdom waiting for a king.

Ithaca's king is coming back.

No, he's not.

Do you know that as a boy I tried to go with him to Troy?

He never told me that.

Odysseus refused to let me.

He knew Ithaca needed a future without him.

And he saw me as part of that future.

I'll never tell other suitors about your

deception.

Finish your weaving.

It's time to let him go.

Why would you want to marry someone who loves someone else?

Your loyalty to Odysseus, it's one your finest qualities.

I love you.

I want you to choose me and end all this.

You can't tell me you're not tired, the waiting, the uncertainty.

You've done your duty

year after year after year.

It's time to think of yourself.

It's time to live again.

It's what Odysseus would have wanted.

I'll take care of all your needs.

My queen.

And my son?

The throne is his.

He's the heir,

unless we have a child of our own.

Where is Telemachus?

He's gone inland to visit his grandfather.

She's lying.

He's gone to see.

He's gone to visit his father.

Where?

He's gone to Sparta, to Menelaus.

Well, should we go there?

No.

You're too loud, Melanthius.

I told you, you're a coward.

He was listening!

No, no.

No, no.

I was coming for Argus.

I told you that dog stays there.

Go back to the farm.

We need your pigs.

We'll send Melanthius.

You're no longer welcome in this palace, old man.

I answer to my mistress.

Does she even know your name?

Now go.

Telemachus will have to come back by the temple at Pylos.

Take your man and wait there.

What, so you can stay and try and charm the queen?

I don't think so.

He needs to die on that road.

Amis has a plan.

Amis,

I need everyone in his party dead, in a ditch, throats open.

Telemachus and his men will be ready for the

bandits who work the road between here and Pylos.

But if some of them took the temple from the priests before they arrive,

then bring me part of Telemachus as proof,

his nose.

Would you know him only by his nose?

His ears, too.

Who taught you?

My father's swineherd.

Swineherd?

His most loyal servant.

Odysseus left his most loyal servant behind.

He always was the smartest.

The only one Agamemnon ever listened to.

Should have listened harder.

Can I ask what happened to your brother?

His wife betrayed him, murdered him.

What did you do to them?

His son, Orestes, he killed them both.

Wait, he killed his own mother?

He avenged his father.

But you don't have to worry.

Your mother has nothing in common with Clytemnestra.

Maybe not.

But the suitors have convinced the elders it's time she remarried.

Yeah.

It's not a good time for an empty throne.

You heard the stories, the people from the sea.

Have you even read it?

Not yet, but the attacks, they do seem closer.

Sparta's ready.

What about Ithaca?

Would she be able to raise an army, defend herself?

Someone's got to take the throne.

then the battle is there, not here, son.

You've run from the trouble,

left your mother at the mercy of the suitors.

Should I hire mercenaries?

Go back and kill them all?

Murder rich and powerful guests in your own home?

You'd be exiled.

What then?

You must avenge them without violating Zeus's law.

I have to take the throne.

I have to know that Odysseus is alive.

This has nothing to do with the father you've never known.

You have to lead, son, no matter what's happened to Odysseus.

You need to remember.

No, I don't. I don't need to know the truth.

I'm happy here with you.

Then why are you gathering the bones of your old ship to make a raft?

Remember your crew,

your journey.

I heard the song of the sirens.

Put the wax in the men's ears.

Not for me.

Tie me to the mast.

Why?

I want to hear the siren's song.

That's a bad idea.

No one's ever heard the song and lived.

That's why it's a good idea.

I'll be the first.

No matter how hard I plead, do not untie me until we're well clear.

Check the men's ears.

A week's rations for the first guest, sir!

What was the siren song?

All the things you want it to be,

then all the things you wish you'd never wished for.

It was the delicious itch you go to scratch,

but find it's under the skin and you can't reach it.

So the delicious itch becomes unbearable.

It told you what you most want

is what you most can't have.

And what you most can't have

is what you already had and lost.

It was the song of all the promises I failed to keep.

And it told me I don't really want to go home.

White water!

One lure ahead!

Charybdis,

a monstrous whirlpool.

Point the sails.

Come go.

Take the wind.

Let's we head out to sea?

There's so many guards.

Get across!

All right, everyone, move it!

We might make that canyon.

It's too narrow.

Make for the whirlpool.

If we steer down the slope, we can make enough wave to shoot out the other side.

Don't be afraid.

We can do it.

No.

I'm waiting for the channel.

We're waiting for the channel!

Oh, Get me out of here!

Overboard!

Prepare to hold water!

On my signal.

Ready-

We

made it!

We did it.

We did it.

You guys-

Keep us safe!

Keep us safe!

You knew and you didn't tell us.

If I told you, you wouldn't have chosen this way.

And those men would still be alive.

No, we'd all be dead.

You had no right.

I had every right and every responsibility.

The whirlpool would have destroyed the ship and all of us.

This way we live.

Some of us live.

Yes.

What else did Tiresias tell you?

I'm gonna put in there.

We can't land there.

That's the Sun God's isle.

We need repairs.

These men are exhausted.

I want six shipmates.

We're gonna put in and rest up on dry land.

You're all gonna die.

You asked me what Tiresias told me.

He said you're all gonna die.

If you slaughter the Sun God's cattle,

which graze on that island, you'll all die.

That's fine.

We'll put in, we'll cook our own provisions.

We'll pick fruit.

We'll get water.

Nothing more.

Swear to it, all of you.

See?

The wind took us right in.

We'll rest up, do the repairs, set out as soon as the wind changes.

Grab that line.

Did the crew keep their promise?

Yes, for a long time.

But the wind never changed.

The steady onshore breeze that made it so easy for us to land

made it impossible to leave,

and our provisions ran out.

Did you think if you ate quietly, the Sun God wouldn't notice?

We thought you wouldn't notice.

I'm not the problem.

I wanted you to live.

Tiresias told you.

Circe told you.

The gods told you.

The gods don't speak in ways we understand.

Who doesn't understand pain or blood or death?

When you watch your men die, do you see chance or do you see consequence?

I see consequence.

I see my failure.

What if their death not your failure, it's the theirs?

I lead them.

I led them here.

And who led you?

Why do you put yourself above the gods?

Why do you claim responsibility?

Don't you want to go home?

What do you expect?

They ran out of food.

That's the pity.

My pity is what put us on this damn island.

I told you what would happen.

Yes, you did, and we decided we would rather drown than starve.

Well, now's our chance.

The wind has dropped!

The wind has dropped!

The calm was just long enough to lure us out onto Poseidon's ocean,

under Zeus' sky.

Give it to the gods!

Brace!

Brace for the tempest!

The last thing I remember was the harsh hand of Zeus.

Eurydice!

I don't know what happened to my men.

Yes, you do.

Exactly what you told them what happened.

I washed up on your shore alone.

You washed up on my shore with some of your boat and none of your crew,

half-dead, unconscious.

I watched you, lost for days and weeks.

I knew the lotus would ease your awakening,

so that your pain was more of the body than the mind,

and did.

You liked it so much.

You ate it so willingly.

And as I cared for you, I came to love you.

How long have I been here?

I kept telling myself to stop giving it to you,

that you were strong enough to remember.

How long, Calypso?

And you were so happy.

You were happy.

We were so happy for years.

Years?

Seven years.

You fed me lotus flower and held me captive.

I saved your life.

I rebuilt your body.

I just couldn't bring myself to rebuild your mind.

You have been happy.

Your heart was just always somewhere else,

and your mind was bound to follow eventually.

How could you?

The lotus clouds the mind.

It soothes well, but it doesn't change who you are.

You weren't ready to go home, for whatever reason.

I am now.

As I always knew you would be.

How?

You were clutching something when I found you.

Your hand wouldn't open for weeks.

You'd call out, mostly to Athena, but sometimes you would say another name.

Where the hell are we?

Help me go home.

I am.

You're a man who needs to control his fate.

You cannot control this.

You must give yourself to the storm, give yourself to Poseidon,

and take your punishment.

Zeus won't let him kill you.

Give up the fight.

Give up control and live.

It's a leap of faith.

You've never yet failed Odysseus.

Odysseus.

Where am I?

Where you recognize your own home.

Zeus welcomes you, strangers.

How many are you?

Half a dozen.

In need of a meal?

And supplies for the road.

Where are you headed?

We need pigs.

We're going all the way to Pylos.

Are you pilgrims?

Do we look like pilgrims?

I don't see well.

As Zeus demands, I offer you a meal, but these pigs aren't mine to sell.

Oh, don't worry.

We're not paying.

Give my greetings to your mother.

Tell her I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for Troy and for everything that has happened in my name.

So I had no news of your father.

No, you had news.

Not where he is, but who he is.

And now more than ever I hope to one day meet him.

Where are your watchdogs, old man?

I'm burning their bodies.

Can Zeus offer you food and drink, stranger?

Were you attacked?

The dogs saved your farmhands.

Oh, they burned his brothers first.

What happened to Ithaca?

Darkness.

Suitors' law has smashed it to pieces.

A kingdom without a king since my master died.

Your master?

Odysseus.

Hero of the Trojan War.

But Odysseus is alive.

Zeus, have I fought, No more!

No more!

No more.

more.

No.

Telemachus.

Oh, Tell him.

Telemachus?

He's in danger.

He's in danger, and I can't help him.

There must be others in Ithaca that would help Odysseus' son.

The palace is controlled by suitors.

No one is still loyal to Odysseus.

What about the queen?

Beautiful, blameless Penelope, held hostage by the worst men,

soon to be forced into marriage.

What can she do without even her son?

Here, drink.

What's the danger to Telemachus?

He's on his way back from Sparta.

The suitors sent bandits to Pylos to ambush him at the temple.

Give me food for the road.

I only...

there are carrots.

I'll get the bandits.

If I can get to Pylos before Telemachus arrives, I can warn him.

Why are you helping?

If I tell you, don't be angry.

I served with Odysseus at Troy.

Really?

He was a harsh taskmaster.

Oh, but fair.

Very worthy of following.

You loved him?

Like a son.

Well, he's not dead.

Is, is he coming home?

Soon.

Bringing vengeance.

Bringing it all.

Don't talk.

They don't want people realizing where you are.

Well, maybe we shouldn't have brought a bard.

We'll be glad we did if we have trouble on the road.

Wait!

Emissary!

Find that beggar.

Your men must wait out here.

The weapons, too.

Zeus welcomes you, strangers.

Have you traveled far?

Not that far.

You're here to rest for the night.

We're here to make sacrifice to Athena.

And whatever hospitality you can offer might be considered.

Of course.

Get that beggar out of here.

He has a message for me.

Emissary, did Zeus send you?

Yes, sir.

Well, what's the message?

It's private.

He's not a pr- Get out.

Get out!

He's not a priest.

This is your moment to leave, old man.

Go, stranger.

I already spared one old man this week, but he was blind.

I won't spare two.

Not bad for a beggar.

No one's more than a beggar.

We'll take this priest's robes and put them over your armor.

Help me with his body.

We have to leave him.

No.

We have to slip out.

That's not how you honor the dead.

That is how you stay alive.

He was my teacher.

He might have been Athena in disguise.

His name was Mentor.

And when you are safe, we'll travel to the unknown west, and we will honor him.

These men were sent by the suitors.

There will be more of them.

We need to get on the road.

By night?

Safer than staying here.

Mentor's at the heart of Athena's oldest temple.

For now, we'll honor him in flame.

So how does a beggar come to know Mentor?

I told you, I wasn't always a beggar.

You have wise eyes.

Athena's eyes.

Don't look for gods in men.

You'll just be disappointed.

Well, then tell me who you are.

My name is Sinon.

I'm an old soldier who fought under your father at Troy.

You my father?

I've been taking orders from him for longer than I care to remember.

Wait, he's alive?

He's alive.

Well, where is he?

He's close by.

He sent me ahead to assess the situation.

Well, Mother's not gonna believe it.

No, you can't tell her.

What, nothing?

Tell her,

tell her he decided it's time she remarried.

He doesn't need to test my mother.

How can he doubt her?

He doesn't, but she has every reason to have forgotten him.

Are there any loyal servants?

Some.

But if Odysseus shows himself, all.

We need to gather the suitors at the palace.

That's never a problem.

Do you have gifts for Menelaus?

Yeah, on my ship.

Good.

Come back as a prince.

Call a banquet.

I'll be there.

What will you do at the banquet?

Beg.

The clearest view of a man is from below.

How many suitors are there?

Dozens.

If all of his men are like you, then- He doesn't have any men.

What, it's just you?

And you.

Telemachus is back.

What?

Telemachus is back.

Everyone home.

You're Telemachus.

My queen, turn to your places up there.

It's true.

You're home.

I'm back.

I thought tonight we could celebrate.

Hmm.

If we have anything left to celebrate with.

Don't worry.

My brave suitors will shower us with gifts to honor your return.

So glad to see you're safe, Telemachus.

Glad to see you on your feet.

It's about time we took you back to the palace.

What'd you hear about your father?

Nothing.

Stories from the war, but no one knew what happened him after he left Troy.

I'm sorry, Mom.

Everyone in Sparta is talking about a coming catastrophe,

an age of darkness brought on by people from the sea violating Zeus's law.

Those stories are true.

Our civilization is collapsing.

Menelaus is concerned that we can't raise an army with an empty throne,

so we came up with a plan.

What plan?

The one way to get the suitors to leave.

It's time for you to choose.

You want me to remarry?

If you remarry, the other suitors will leave,

and then I'm only dealing with one of them.

I'm almost of age.

I'll tell the elders that I learned of Odysseus's death in Sparta.

Menelaus will back me up, and they'll let me assume the throne.

So you deny your father and I leave my home and go live with one of these snakes?

That's your plan.

Would you have a better one?

Lock the door, set a fire, and burn the bastards.

Do you think if I remarry, life goes back to the way it was?

That world is gone, and in this one,

they're not giving up power to you or Odysseus.

If he returned, they'd have him killed, like you will.

If I kill them, their families will demand revenge.

I'd be exiled, and without me, the throne would be lost.

'Cause only a man can sit on it.

Empty throne?

I've been sitting on an empty throne for 20 years.

My knowledge, my years of experience,

that's all nothing compared with the bristles on your chin.

Do you want peace,

or do want revenge?

I want Odysseus!

Sing, muse, of a face.

A face.

A fleet.

A war.

At Troy.

Sing, muse, of a man.

A man.

A dog.

A trick.

Eumaeus, ahead.

Father.

You should bury him up on the cliffs.

Where he landed?

You're Odysseus.

You're my father.

I'm a beggar,

and you

are the worthy,

beautiful son of Odysseus,

of whom, when you do finally meet,

he will be so proud.

Welcome home, stranger.

Because the darkness of victory

shrouds the brightness of legends,

and make bards and blind beggars of us all.

Accept the hospitality of Greece.

Get the stranger some food.

No, sir.

I'll just make the rounds with the bowl.

Had to invite another of these filthy platemakers today?

What's one more beggar at this feast?

Is it to go on before he regains his position with the elders?

Provoke him.

Get him to grab one of the weapons.

He's not the same young pup who wished to fight me.

He may come back tonight when we can't stop him.

Fuck off, man.

What is it?

It's been days since I've eaten.

I told you fuck off.

You can't be generous with food that's not even yours.

There's no room your bowl.

Yes, there is.

So there is.

Here you go.

I suppose you want something from me now.

No.

I have something for you.

You have something for me?

You have something for me!

What could a filthy, old platemaker like you possibly have that I'd want?

Actually, it's yours.

I was asked to return it.

It's not mine.

No?

Well, where did you get this?

Don't turn your back on me!

Telemachus, you can't treat a beggar like that.

It's Zeus's law.

Zeus's law.

You think this is a god?

You think this is a god in disguise?

Are you?

Are you a god,

platemaker?

No.

I'm a veteran of the Trojan War.

Veteran of the Trojan War.

And what's your name, veteran?

Sina.

Does that name mean something to you?

No.

I use it to honor the bravest young man I ever met.

Sina.

Wasn't that a shepherd's boy?

I don't remember that.

Yeah, yeah, he, he, he wanted you to take his place.

Where did you find this?

Where he'll soon be.

It works, then.

It is.

Enough!

The feast is done.

Let's go.

It's not mine!

The queen would like to speak with you.

Stay till everyone's left and the fire is out then.

Hello, traveler.

My queen.

Melantho, have your clay wash this stranger's feet.

That's not necessary.

My husband insisted we honor guests as family.

You know of Odysseus, my husband?

Of course.

Those songs.

I was at Troy, ma'am.

The songs probably seem silly.

They make me cry.

Why?

For what was lost.

The lives?

And the years.

Everything.

Did you know Odysseus at Troy?

I did.

Was there some detail of how he dressed?

Something he wore?

He wore a strange pin.

Strange?

Beautiful, but out place.

Describe it.

I'll get more water

It was a beautiful gold pin.

A figure of Athena encircled by vines.

Did he wear it often?

He never took it off.

How is it that you made it home when Odysseus could not?

I'm not home.

Not yet.

Why not?

It's not always an easy thing, a homecoming.

That's as true for Odysseus as for me.

The Odysseus I knew would have found or fought his way back to me, no matter what.

What if the Odysseus you knew lost his way?

What if

one night,

in a strange city,

he saw things

that made him think the home he knew

couldn't possibly be there anymore?

What if, when he left the belly of the horse and opened the gates of Troy,

he saw ten years of rage pour into that city in one night?

We left them a gift, an offering of peace that they took into their home.

We violated all that's ever sacred

between people and

turned a fight into a hunt.

To burn the walls of Troy was to burn the world entire,

including his home.

What if he knew

that very night,

as he walked through fires of anarchy and pain?

And in the days of sweaty celebrations to follow.

What if he knew exactly what he'd done?

What all of you have done.

One man's idea.

One man's trick

to break Zeus's law forever.

We lived in a world of palaces and trade

and language, blind to its beauty

until we broke it.

You let the people from the sea...

Yes, my queen.

The breaking of Zeus's law is spreading like plague.

Our age of bronze is collapsing,

and maybe he couldn't bear to see the ruins of what he'd done anywhere,

least of all his home.

But Odysseus is alive,

and he'll be here when you need him most.

Well,

I've been living in his ruins long enough.

Bring the suitors at dawn.

Remove the arms from the hall.

In a few hours, one suitor will be happy and the rest angry, vengeful men.

Bronze draws a man also.

No weapons at the trial, and the doors will be locked.

I'll marry whoever completes my challenge.

How will we take on the suitors?

Not we.

Their blood for love is on my hands, or you face exile.

Won't you?

Just make sure they can't get those weapons.

I'll see to it.

Even unarmed, there are so many of them, and you won't have a weapon.

Oh, have a weapon.

Your mother see to that.

Gather the servants you trust.

Lock the arms in the upper storage room.

Zeus

seems interested in the outcome.

He wants the trial.

For years,

while my husband's been gone,

you've commandeered this palace for your feasting.

Your excuse was you want to win my hand in marriage.

As I've listened to you party,

and fight,

corrupt my servants, and disrespect my home,

I wanted nothing more than for Odysseus to return and see all this for himself.

But last night, I realized he's not here now.

He never will be.

So

I stand ready to marry anyone here who can string this

hunting bow and shoot an arrow through those twelve axes.

Step up

and show me who you are.

Eumaeus.

Who's first?

Give me the bow.

It can't be done.

By you.

This boy has learned this with due with ease.

Then you do it.

I'll wait my turn.

Why don't we warm the bow and oil it?

This bow hasn't been strung in years.

Fire!

Your turn.

There's no need.

The queen has made her point.

We can't replace Odysseus.

Some of us have always known that,

and some of us would have followed that great man to Troy, if he'd let us.

But he never came back.

So choose the best of us here.

All of us who failed your test.

I haven't.

Somebody get these beggars out of here!

The doors are locked until the trial's over.

The trial is over.

I want to try.

Give it a rest.

The man's right to try.

If you want, he may as well.

You're making a mockery of your mother's wishes.

My mother's wishes are for you all to burn.

He's an old archer.

Look at the expert at work.

Lay back.

Come on!

Oh, hold back.

Forget it.

What are you afraid of?

Try that shadow.

Oh, let him go.

Let him go.

You're Odysseus.

Show him your place is down there.

Hold your weapons.

Grab the weapons.

Where are

we going?

them.

What are you waiting They're gonna kill us Let them get out!

I told you.

Too loud, coward.

Thought

you could kill us all.

Long as I kill you!

Finish this.

When you get to Hades...

Tell my men I will head west and honor them.

And tell Simba...

I gave you back your shame.

What happened?

Did it meet them?

Is she dead?

We broke the fragile bonds between men.

And for centuries of darkness to follow, the stories of Troy will only be sung.

Odysseus.

Odysseus, Willow.

Odysseus.

Willow, can't. At last.

The end.

To see beloved as I found her one last time.

No.

you can't. You can't. You can't. Not Not now, please, please.

You can't die.

Not death.

Exile.

To let my gifts will be king.

We'll head into the unknown West to honor my men

together.

Take your fastest ship and greatest crew.

A man with a horizon.

Chasing the escaping sun.

Why will the stories only be song?

Because songs will be all they have to remember those of us who could write.

Civilization will rise again.

And a dawn will break over the darkening world.

And our mistakes will once again be forgotten.