All language subtitles for Fury of Achilles (1962) en

The Wrath of Achilles.

Sing to me, O Goddess
of the Achilles Flesh.

The lustful tenacious
wrath to the Achaeans.

The Iliad of Homer.

It opens on a Greek camp that has
undergone ten years of siege.

To the walls of Troy.

If the Trojans suffer
ten years of siege;

Also the Greeks, on the coast,

Proved by a hundred battles,
they suffer the war,

And they are experiencing supply problems.
They live off robberies.

The villages on the coast
were already ransacked.

Servers have already
arrived in Phrygia.

Having as goal Lirnesso.

The expedition led Agamemnon,
the son of Atreus,

King of Mycenae and Corinth,

Acclaimed chief of the Greek armies.

And Ulysses, King of Ithaca,
the wisest of the Greeks.

Achilles was the
strongest of the Greeks,

Son of Peleus and
Tetis, king of Phthia.

Famous hero, invulnerable
by divine will.

Accompanied by Patroclus, faithful
friend of a hundred battles.

Faced with such an attack.

Lirnesse's fate was on.

On here...

Take him to that group.

And you, let me see, solid gold.

Download ali.

That beautiful girl in yellow
already understood me.

I'll pick that group
and her, of course.

I like your friend, the one with the rose.

The first to choose will be Agamemnon.

Ulysses will choose that group.

As you know?

Who will receive that golden
brazier, for example?

Put it there.

Our Ulysses.

You are always faithful to
your wife, are not you?

And to Hermes, the God of thieves.

I do not regret your mistake.

Me neither.

Choose, Agamemnon.

- What is your name?
- Xenia.

- And thou?
- Brisaide.

You're beautiful. What is your name?

And thou?

My name does not count,
I am the king of kings.

I am the priestess of
Apollo, god of kings.

You will learn tonight...

that you are only
a prisoner, a slave.

Stop, sacrilegious.

Who is this rebellious cat?

Crisis of Lirnesso,
daughter of Crises.

It's mine.

And the old man?

Lives among the ruins.

Take her to Agamemnon.

This is my prey.

Yes, brave Achilles.

Ulysses, if anyone
goes to Ithaca...

tell Penelope that I thank you...

because we owe her
these two flowers.

That cost guys.

Agamemnon, Achilles, Ulysses,
and Patroclus are far away.

What are we waiting for?

Will the Greeks be again...

without your authority,
cunning, and strength?

I repeat, what are we waiting for?

If we do not get to the ships,

When can we set them on fire?

There is no hope while the
Greeks receive provisions.

Will the gods destroy them?

They've protected us for ten years.

Yes, Serpedonte, ten years ago,
but today fortune is adverse.

The gods are with Achilles.

But today the enemy
gods are far away.

You are called Achilles.

Paris Alexandre, yes...

Yes, the name of Achilles scares me.

King Priam, beloved father, tell him.

To him who caused the evils,
Achilles will kill me.

It is written in the oracle.

Shut up, Paris.

I fear the untouchable king of Ftia.

But only to keep me
faithful to the motherland.

That he should trespass against me
with his spear in the day of victory.

Throw me the dogs as you wish.

Now they know the oracle.

What a terrible truth
for my father's heart.

And your plans, Hector?

Attacking the fields at various points,

pretend that the maximum
target is Nestor's field,

and the fields of Agamemnon and Achilles...

and the two Ajax? His
fields are near the weak.

Seeing us would arrive soon.

Right! With selected warriors.

I'll follow Scamander's course!

I will force the bed where the
river flows into the sea...

and I will reach the ships.

The rest is for archers.

We will regain our strength.
Another failure would be the end.

It's not like this.

But the truce was promised.

They're a bunch of creeps.

So all of Greece is surrounding us!

Father, I beg you, I beg you.

Bless the guns and command
your warriors to leave.

From the walls of Troy you will
see the fire of the Greek fleets!

We will return to Hector's proposal.

Viva Heitor.

Fire to Greek ships,
death to invaders.

Go, son... and may the
gods protect you.

Andromache, sweet wife.

I heard everything, Hector.

I beg you, do not go!

Do not Cry.

Why always you?

Let Paris burn the Greek ships.

Do not you see that your
audacity is harmful?

Do not challenge luck,
think of me and our son.

I always think of you and him!

In difficult struggles,

I think of you, that I love you so much.

But you live on the battlefield.

And I'm lonely, afraid you'll come back.

You love your country more than...

Do not say this, it's a lie!

I do not like to see these
dead Greek soldiers.

I have no choice.

If I do not kill them,

they will kill you and everyone.

It seems my destiny is to fight!

More than ever, I need
your help and courage.

I can not disappoint the motherland
and you can not disappoint me!

Ulysses is threatened.

And the others too.

Ajax Talamonio to the East,
others do as they please.

And your field.

I must think of the
kings who sacked us.

Nestor, I do not see, the focus
of the battle is shifted.

They do not know where to go.
Maybe it's just a maneuver.

A trick to hide the real goal.

The Trojans!

Forward, Trojans.

Forward, Serpedonte, the
archers to the ships.

Follow me!

Everyone here, forward.

Watch out for ships.

You shall no longer see your
Greece, your ships shall burn.

It's Achilles.

I do not flee, I wait for you!

Can you walk?

Take care of Achilles...
Hector is injured.

Come on, you can not fight.

Stop the two of you, hide.

Help me, seal the horses.

Hector, where are you?
Come and avenge him.

Valiant soldier.

Receive all honors.

This time, it was okay.

Thank you, my friends.

I know what you mean.

I promise it will not happen again.

Would not have done better.

Jupiter led Achilles to
return at the right time.

And to Jupiter Cronos we will
dedicate games and feasts tomorrow.

Viva Agamemnon.

It will have everything for everyone.

These two are not thinking
about Jupiter now.

You have sex with
Venus in Lirnesso.

Never mind, stay here, Ulysses.

We'll talk about the games to win.

Go back to the camp.

Agamemnon, I thought about the games.

Brisaide or your shadow?

I thought you were dead, wounded.

Already on Charon's boat.

You've changed your mind!

Come on, do not be silly.

Taste the wine Aqueu, it is sweet.

And shoo the sad ideas.

Our homes, our past.

Far away forever.

Bebe Brisaide and forget.

Forget.

Forget what? To be born
free and to die a slave?

You speak of dying, so you are
not the shadow of Brisaide.

Enough, Xenia.

Why go against luck?

Maybe one day we'll be
back to Lirnesso queens.

We could end up with
a toothless old man.

But we'll get married to a king again.

- Slaves!
- Wifes!

It's beautiful, Patroclus, I'm glad.

It would envy Achilles if
Patroclus was not so beautiful.

I will not bear dishonor.

You will not have me any more, even if I
did not have the courage to hurt myself.

Forgets. Achilles will do everything...

Courage, this perfume and ointments...

Hot water with rose oil.

It will be hard to bear
your butcher heads...

Our bosses, you do not
get used to it, eh?

Rose oil...

All ships are whole.

Time is the slave of Achilles.

Achilles is a slave to time.

Friends, tomorrow we will
mercifully celebrate the victory.

The gods help my masters...
all ready for the shower.

Eros will come.

Eros, god of love.

I will imprison you with golden loops...

May the gods give
Patroclus a long life.

Fled with a doe...

Are not you called speedy feet?
Reach it...

We'll also... after a shower.

To the warlords, to
the gods of love.

You work hard at work.

You have to serve Venus well.

Serve me some wine, Brisaide.

I want to tell you about this arduous day.

Do not you sing, Brisaide?

I repeat, serve me the wine, Brisaide.

The great Hector runs away and
a little woman dares so much?

What should I do? Taming you
like a rebellious mare?

Surrender to the warriors?

It's better to comfort men.

They will pay with their
lives the plague of war.

Do you think I'm immortal?

So they say, and I also felt it.

I feel the fear and disgust
of a fatal monster like you.

You're wrong, Brisaide,
I'm not invulnerable.

I will soon die.

I do not know where I'm vulnerable.

I know I will die at Troy.

The oracle told
me before I left:

Troy will only fall after Hector's death.

And Achilles will kill Hector.

Achilles will die after Hector's death.

This is the oracle.

The other soldiers hope to
defend themselves from death.

Survive and return to the motherland.

I do not, and I ask the wine
as I asked your beauty...

the illusion of being a
man like the others.

A lot of wine makes
me an animal.

You reject me and
deny the present...

that you would offer the
last of my soldiers.

In the Greek camps.

Master, restorer.

Morpheus, god of sleep.

Diomedes and his soldiers sleep.

The Ajax and Nestor sleep.

Ulysses dreams of betrayals.

With Penelope or Telemachus.

Achilles and Patroclus regain
the lost forces against Hector.

With Xenia and Brisaide.

Sail in the tent of Agamemnon.

Choose your perfumes.

These do not.

Jasmine of Persia.

To the rapist of a virgin.

Cressida, old lady.

Do you remember this perfume?

The linens, but be careful.

At the time of my jasmine
I was twenty-five.

I do not want Lirnesso's virgin
laughing at you tonight.

Cressida, serve us wine.

Crisis, drink or does
not the ritual allow?

Bacchus will give me vigor.

To you the languor...

Easy, girl.

Only banks the buck.

You'll sleep easy tonight.

He stands the gabola,
but he must rest.

Drink without fear...

It is certain that you abandon
those who did not defend you.

But the father must still beg you.

The Father must mourn the
unjust fortune of his daughter.

Who has also offered
pious prayers to you.

Sacrifices and an unblemished soul.

Apollo, splendid god.

Crisis is in the hands of
the most atrocious enemy.

Her beauty, youth and virginity...

Consecrated to you, God.

They are at the mercy of the
worst desires of the Greeks.

Oh God, protect my daughter.

Crisis, go to the Greek camp.

Pour at the feet of
Agamemnon many riches.

And ask for the ransom of Chrysidida.

Woe to those who reject your
appeal as priest and father.

What price can a priest
offer without a temple?

No city.

Come on, girls.

And you go with her.

Quick, help me.

Come, pigeon, for your virgin.

Cressida, old whore, what drank?

What do you have?

Now at home they light the fire.

If they are still alive.
Your daughter will light it.

It's too young.

I was four when we left.
Must be fourteen.

Can you light all the fires?

Old man, who are you?

How did you arrive without noise?

Are you a man or ghosts?

Like you, but distressed.

You 're crazy.

Did not I think of your daughter?

I, too, wish to rescue her.

I am Crisis, priest of Apollo.

I want to talk to Agamemnon.

- Right away?
- Shall we let him through?

It is the wrong time. The king
is getting ready for the games.

We won in Troy and
celebrated the victory.

If you look for your daughter
with Agamemnon, you should hurry.

Do as I say, go.

The gods are friends.

You glow like a resident of Olympus.

Ulysses, every praise of
you whitens me a hair.

I prefer you hostile.

But the victory of vigor
to the limbs and spirit.

Also the victory over Venus?

All set for games?

Each king brought a gift,
all they need is yours.

Who are you?

Crisis, priest of Apollo,
do not you recognize me?

How did you get here?

By divine will.

What do you want?

My daughter! The watering
is a car full of gold.

Not enough.

You did not see him.

Call Calcas.

He will tell you what my
relationship with the gods is.

He will say how obedient I was to
be king and leader of the army.

Beg for your daughter. Mine was sacrificed
to allow the fleet to go to Troy.

Cut down like an innocent lamb!

A king is the father of all subjects.
He lost it to save them all.

But I only have it.

Tell how Effigy trembled before
the knife and the altar.

The cold of the sacrifice
stone is more terrible.

Than the thalamus to which
his daughter destined.

- You blasphemes!
- Blasphemer.

I remember him and his God.

Ask for mercy for you,
your family, your army.

The divine penalty will be terrible.

It is only fair that you
receive compensation.

Empty the car and get
everything to my tent.

Go old and thank...

my superstition.

I do not want to cut
off a rogue's head.

Do not return, or gods and
tunics will not value you.

Do not curse us, he has
bitterness in his heart.

That makes him cruel, but the
others are not to blame.

Who has an unjust on
the throne of justice.

Whoever supports a guide who
ignores the straight path.

Deserves to end in the abyss.

Rezas, Calcas.

The dress, Ulysses.

Advertise.

To the winner's wife.

It is a gift from
Ulysses, king of Ithaca.

It's beautiful Patroclus, win it.

Forget it, Xenia, there are many champions.

Stronger than me.

- I like this dress.
- Because?

I like the color, it's sunset.

Time for home and the tent, our time.

All right, color of the sunset.

This color is for Patroclus!

You like that dress?

I wish Xenia would win it.

His eyes are smiling.

- She will!
- Thanks.

You will receive the presence of Achilles.

He is our greatest warrior.

Blue for Achilles.

Change the color but not the winner!

Do not you competes, Nestor?

I do not want to embarrass
you, it's your victory.

Will you face your friend then, Achilles?

All set, Agamemnon.

It is a contest of skill
and not of strength...

You can not throw the spear
before they reach...

the landmark, okay?
Hold the spears...

Excuse me.

- You forget I'm a left-handed man.
- It's good this way.

Color of sunset. Patroclus
Prince of Locride won.

Xenia, the dress is yours.

I'm happy, very well.

God of the silver bow,
my mighty master.

Listen to your voting servant.

I have always adorned your
gracious temple with garlands.

For you I burned heifers
and goats on the altar.

You satisfy my vow.

Make the Greeks pay my
mourning for your arrows.

If you like the dress, just say so. I am
the judge and I have seen everything.

I want the happiness of Xenia, and
Achilles the happiness of Patroclus.

Noble feelings...

In this case, I made a
mistake and did not see it.

Let's see the race.

Do not you run, Ulysses?

Yes, with imagination.
I get less tired.

Ready for departure.

Achilles, back to the horse.

"Is this enough?"
- Enough.

A god came like the dark night.

Near the ships.

Threw an arrow...

The silver bow buzzed.

He wounded the troops.

The bodies burned.

The divine arrows
flew for nine days.

In the tenth, Achilles
summoned the mob...

Achilles rose up and said,

We have to return to our
homeland if we live.

Wars and plagues will destroy us.

You and your brother.

They know the origin well...

of the plague, nobody
understands why.

It's time to consult a fortune teller.

Or priest.

To tell us if Apollo accuses us.

To have offended or neglected him.

And what sacrifices do you ask...

To drive away our vengeance from us.

What do you think, Calcas?

Achilles, I will not speak
before you grant me protection.

The words of God.

They are ungrateful to the powerful.

The powerful ones respect each
other when we offer gifts.

No more gossip,
you know facts...

I will defend you.

Against the powerful
and arrogant on earth.

Apollo was outraged.

Atride denies the sardine Crisis.

You shower her daughter.

The curse of Apollo's father.

It falls on us.

There is no hope that other
gods will support us.

Until we pay the divine part.

What do you propose?

I do not. Apollo wants to
return his daughter to Crisis.

I advise you to join this act
to an atoning slaughter.

Prophet of misfortune, fill
my heart with mourning.

And the mind of ingratitude.

As a man I tell you...

Crisis is priceless.

Where there is no price,
there is no ransom.

The king must stand
higher than the man.

The king seeks to save and
not to kill his people.

King Agamemnon plucks Chrysosty
from the Agamemnon man.

And surrender to God.

But the people, the
sovereigns and the heroes...

should reward me...

and pay my sacrifice.

Agamemnon, your greed and
greatness are famous.

You contradict yourself as a speaker.

As a donor, failures.

Can we deliver you
yet unattached prey?

You want to take from others
what God intends for you.

Be content with the
promise that Crisis...

will be paid a hundred times more.

When we got to Troy.

Now I know who put it in
the mouth of Calcas...

threatening lies.

Even that should a king bear...

For the people believe in
their spirit of sacrifice.

Well, I am who I am.

I give Chrysidida to the people.

But I order Achilles...

that you give me your
slave Brisaide in return.

I'm here not out of
hatred of the Trojans...

but for the good and
honor of your brother.

I am the bearer of the
greater weight of the war.

You do not take prey like
mine, but much bigger.

Shall I bear your
shame and reproach?

I'm leaving with my warriors...

Go, king, other heroes,

as brave as you,
they will be with me.

Even without being illegitimate
children of a goddess.

You are standing still and you
will be on the right path.

The offense will be paid one day.

May all remember.

When Hector sheds Greek blood...

And I see this time come.

Then ask the merchant
king for a settlement.

If Achilles loves that woman,
watch out for him, Agamemnon.

It is sad to make an act
of justice in silence...

It's sad to offend the
real conscience...

The plague is over...

Is the plague over?

At the cost of another plague.
You will soon realize, Atride...

And you were to suffer it.

But our poor people...

Who are you?

Euribate and Taltibio, heralds.

What do you want?

We have an order from
Agamemnon to Achilles.

Open...

What do you want with Achilles?

My king does not obey orders.

We need to talk to your boss.

The herald is like air.

No guilt, it carries the voices.

You spoke of orders,
not news, go away...

Guards, treat as you should...

who obeys a wicked king.

Your souls will take the
answer to Agamemnon.

Stop it! Download the bows...

Noble and crazy friend.

Your faithfulness is a
balm to my wounded pride.

But we need to respond.

Heralds are sacred;
I will not offend the gods.

To take revenge on a man.

Who abuses power and does not
obey the rules of honor.

Achilles, the words
belong to our king.

We respect the heralds,
they are untouchable.

How an honorable man would have
intercourse with brave dogs.

Like the Atreides of Mycenae.

Speak, before my
Myrmidons use the sword.

What do you want from me?

Brisaide...

My father Peléu and Quironel Centauro.

Kings are also men...

who can be deceived.

Tell Agamemnon

that this is proof...

of his indignity...

to receive the supreme scepter.

But if even the sacred night that
advises and brings reflection...

made him understand how a king acts...

I'll be Achilles...

to answer him as a king?

Get Brisaide...

And you, deliver Brisaide to the heralds.

And if you cry, wipe your tears...

Nestor promised me that no
harm will be done to him.

As for the offense they
inflicted on me...

you heralds of shame...

remind Agamemnon of this omen.

When the dogs compete

the still throbbing body of Agamemnon...

I, Achilles, will look without
doing anything, I swear...

There's no doubt...

The raid between Agamemnon and
Achilles is insurmountable...

Safe sources say the
Myrmidons will re-board.

And they will return to Greece.

This would cause victory.

Do not rejoice so much,
it could be a trap.

You're right, Paris. In this
case we will check in person.

Wisdom does not always guide
your courage, Hector.

I advise you to be careful.

Our war is against the
gods and against the men.

No blasphemy, Hector,
the wrath of Olympus...

How many times the gods
have upset our plans.

The whole Olympus is against us...

But now Achilles, an
invincible demigod...

leaves the enemy territory.

Do not imagine the
terror of your allies...

They say the evening advises.

This evening will only advise the Greeks.

A Trojan advice
written in blood...

Abandon our homeland.

Here I am, Trojan...

Look down.

A man on horseback...

Open the gate...

The camp of Ulysses burns.

Hector comes against us.

Achilles withdrew, and now?

Is Achilles Greece?
We will reject the attack.

Hector wants to surprise us.
Let's fight...

The weapons...

To attack... ah!

Our Agamemnon is wounded.

Death to the invaders...

Hector, do not drink. What do you have?

That I have? I can
not stand still...

When I listen to my friends fight...

They are no longer friends, it
is the order of Achilles...

Do not cancel ten years with an
order that I do not understand...

The Trojans to take care of themselves.

I have bad news.

What news?

Heitor is in the White Valley
and Agamenon, wounded...

Bad news? Patroclus,
serve him wine.

Big day for Hector, huh?

The gods are with him...

But Diomedes and the Ajax do not fight?

They fight, but they seem to
avoid confronting Hector.

Hector lives, your
life is also mine.

Are we threatened?

No, but we seem to
be avoiding it...

Drink, my friend, and savor our revenge.

Friend, you are my eyes and arms.

Bring other good news.

Change the music, fool;
A war hymn...

Stronger... ahah...

Force Trojans! To the
camp of Diomedes!

Destroy and light the ships!
To the sea!

Hector is worth the springs.
It's a massacre.

Ajax can not help us.

Here is the divine Achilles...

Agamemnon will pay me for this.

Wake up, Greece succumbs.

Run, you can not want
the end of Greece.

Greece? Where is Greece?

I knew her as a child.

Then they forced me
to fight in Asia.

Hector has already
destroyed three camps...

My camp?

The others are also yours.

The Greeks no longer exist.

Let me sleep, sleep
is a sacred remedy.

A gift from the gods...

If you do not want to please Agamenon...

pretend to be. Take the
weapons and help the country.

Xenia, come and see...

No, you must not, you can not...

You are as passionate as you are.

Woman defending her love.

Face me, Xenia, I wish
to honor you as a wife.

When we return winners.

For this reason, especially for this...

today I must fulfill my duty.

And his...

I am his friend and his honor.

Do not amanses my hatred.

You have to believe strong and fierce...

They will hear your war cry,
they will see your weapons...

Run to the camp.
May your glance follow me...

Call upon me mortal, the
help of the immortals.

Achilles arrived...

Soldiers, are you not
ashamed of yourselves?

Is this how the country is defended?

Courage, strength...

Leave Hector to me...

Not Hector. The Myrmidons are
many, it would be a massacre.

Take men safe to Troy.

- And thou?
- I must face Achilles.

Here I am, invincible Achilles.

I do not run away from you.

My life is yours, if need be.

Come, I'll wait...

I saw the sun shine from
the Trojan victory...

Fight with the left hand.

Come and fight, man against man...

Do you flee, the gods
no longer protect you?

Are you Patroclus?

No, I am the force of Achilles.

Your soldiers flee, Hector.

Liars, mock the Trojans...

No, I can not kill you...

Praise the enemy.

But death is death...

Hate me, tear me apart...

I do not want to die thinking that

a good man killed me.

Please be cruel...

Neither gods nor
Achilles will pity you.

Your condemnation is written.

Andromache will be a widow.

Your son is an orphan
and Troy is destroyed.

Your sisters and nephews.

And they envy me...

Patroclus's sacrifice
saved the ships.

The darkness has already hidden the damn...

But tomorrow...

It's tomorrow...

The stars appeared behind
the hills of Trod.

He is already leaning
over the houses far away.

Mighty walls and great palace.

The queen and my children.

You did not even sleep, huh?

Power and love...

they messed up sleep.

You love Achilles...

Everyone loves him and I love the power...

Neither you nor I can be
happy without Achilles.

We depend on his arms, we
are nothing without him.

Go back to your tent, take this.

You will understand that I am
ashamed to have offended my hero.

And I beg your help...

I return your wife intact.

I offer you all the riches,
but come back to fight...

Go before you repent.

Courage Xenia, crying is good.

I would wash it with my tears.

What happened to Patroclus?

Do not move, do not talk...

Where is Achilles?

I do not know, it scared
me with your screams...

He said he killed him.

Who did not want to see
him, fled to the sea...

Xenia can not stay
here all night.

The night is gone...

The wood is stacked
outside the camp.

The scent of burnt flesh
will satisfy Jupiter...

Oh, cruel gods...

You did not cry about Lirnesso...

I wanted to become his wife.

I was going to Linernesso queen...

Achilles must not find
him here in the tent...

with others. Patroclus
is a defeated hero...

This is just a
murdered friend...

Murdered, not quite,
if Achilles...

No. Because I'm here...

You deduce who is to
blame for this death.

Let's take your body along
with the other heroes...

It's more certain, I was not alone.

You have Achilles, and I?

What am I without it?

My mom...

My son, why do you weep?

Jupiter gave you
what you wanted...

The Greeks know the weight
of their absence...

I'm so glad I can feel...

if Patroclus, my companion...

so dear, did he die?

I can not live and
be among men...

before having him avenged.

You know that after the death
of Hector your luck is thrown!

Luck is cast and it
does not belong to me.

But revenge, yes.
You must help me!

I will fight without weapons.

Troiano took them stripping
Patroclus's body.

Say, mother, where I am vulnerable...

That fate is not fulfilled
before killing Hector.

How you will get out of earthly
life is a secret of the gods.

I can not tell you where
you'll be killed.

Or who will betray you. You'll
have the weapons you deserve.

Gather thy wrath and wait
for the course of fate.

I'll get weapons from Volcano...

Did you flee?

He sent me...

With gifts and promises?

Is this the opinion of the king?

I would give my riches,
if they were enough...

to make Hector come out of the den.

And Agamenon wants to buy me?

Did the wake of Patroclus begin?

No, we'll have time, Patroclus
and I, to be together.

An eternal and very near time...

Xenia is out with him.

You are beautiful, on
your face and your body.

The message of the
gods is written.

Better to live for the life
that blossoms in your lap.

And we, instead, dragged
by the bloody demon.

You want me to not think?

Thanks Mom...

Quick, my car...

Look, Serpedonte...

It's a herald, call Hector.

There is an enemy herald.

Achilles and Heitor.

Hector listens to you!

You conquered Achilles' weapons
without your strength.

You always avoided the
confrontation with King of Ftia.

Do not shame Troy!
Descend to the camp.

Achilles defies you! He wants
to offer your soul to the gods.

Hands of the heroic
Patroclus of the Myrmidons.

This is the message Achilles.

My friends, you look at me
as if it were certain death.

Do not you pet me? Do you
read the fear on my face?

I'm as scared as you are.

Fear of the god that
exists in Achilles.

And the threatening fate...

I will not be disappointed
if Hector dies...

Your name will be remembered.

It's up to you, dear wife...

teach my son to remember his
father and love his country.

Thank you, friends, for
taking care of Andromache.

And my little prince...

If the gods ask for my life...

To honor Troy, I am
ready to give it.

But the sword of fate has
not yet descended upon me.

Some of you dare say...

that Hector has already been slaughtered?

Viva Heitor...

Poor little orphan...

You will hate the war
of men forever...

We'll open the door, when he
overtakes it, we'll close it!

Worthy brother of Paris,
returns to a woman.

Glad as a rogue.

It's the end...

Hector, do you not
interpret the divine sign?

Do you see that tree?

Do not you remember? Patroclus
was killed by treason.

There you will die too.

After an agony
longer than yours.

Get up.

Give me a spear.

Gods of Olympus, may this
spear create wings...

Do you need any advantages, Hector?

You have other advantages,
the gods protect you.

And annul your value...

They can not kill me, too.

To you, my friend...

I'll do what they did to you.

At dawn, you will be
given to the crows.

But you will not feel
lonely all night.

How did you get here?

What have you done to
overcome the barricades?

How did you get past the soldiers?

A god allowed me to reach you...

What do you want?

My son's corpse.

Whose fault was to defend
the country properly.

Hector only defended the
love of Paris and Helena.

You can not demand respect.

Nor of those who will know the story.

We suffer for an adulteress.

You understood in the brief
course of your life...

that men give apparent
explanations of their fate.

You do not see behind our inaccessible
moon the mask of the gods.

What do we use as instruments
to achieve their ends?

The servant of the avenging fury.

Your son Hector pays...

the mourning imposed by
Helena on so many innocents.

Respect for the pain
of mothers and wives.

Of your daughters... and
you respect the parents.

Here I am not a king,
I am a father,

like yours, as would Peléu.

I plead the right to
honestly bury a hero.

Do not make me think of my father.

Want me to mourn
Hector's misfortune...

who is luckier than I am.

A living father.

He can expect honors from him.

Who will weep over my spoils?

My destiny is near.

If you die when I'm
still alive...

I, Priam, will mourn your death...

like the children sacrificed
for their parents' mistakes...

and the inconsequent war.

Listen to the owl. It's Minerva's voice...

wise goddess who supports us.

Turn Hector's body
over to your father...

and accompany them
to Troy with all honors.

Be blessed for this...

Especially for this, you
will live in human memory.

End.

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