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A face, a fleet, a war,

a man,

a thought, a dream, a dream, a dream,
a dream, a dream, a trick,

a trick to break the walls of Troy,
and burn it, scream into the ground.

What does it mean?

A gift for Athena.

Common gods respect their offering.

Save her from the waves.

Take it to Athena's temple.

The war is over.

Stop!

Not this song.

I

want to remind them of whose wine they're
drinking.

I don't want Odysseus' song.

I want Odysseus.

And 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' law and see what they do to
you if you give them that excuse.

I've already lost a husband.

I don't want to lose a son.

My dad's coming back.

And where is he?

Eight years since Troy fell.

Almost 20 since he left us.

Where is he?

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

Are you calling us 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 stringy cattle and bad
wine.

You had the best of it the first two
seasons.

I know he never came home.

Not 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 to stay
here and keep an eye on you.

Well, me or my mother.

You can't blame me for looking.

My dad is coming home.

And his hospitality won't be as generous
as hers.

So he doesn't follow Zeus' law,
then?

Zeus' law tells us to
treat strangers as we'd be

treated because they
might be gods in disguise.

I think we've established, Antinous,
that you are not a god.

This one certainly doesn't smell like a
god.

Wouldn't be much of a disguise if he did.

Careful.

He might strike you down right now.

Come on.

That thunder was luck.

I don't know.

You have wise eyes.

Athena's eyes.

Here, you see all them traitors?

From Sparta.

They were gonna let us come home from the
war.

Years ago.

Odysseus never came back.

We don't even know if he's alive.

Have you heard anything?

The song of how he won the war.

We've all heard that.

Anything else?

No.

But... Sparta is full of
Trojan War veterans.

Someone will know something.

You know Odysseus' son?

Go to Sparta.

Go.

See many ways.

It welcomed you.

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.

No, no.

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 did you get him from?

We met right here.

Ah.

I'll take him.

For your boy?

For a hunting dog.

Damned if he wasn't right.

He's dead.

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.

Hunting's nothing.

Fighting with stealth.

Clever.

Clever, but your cleverness is going to
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 the smartest.

What would he do, huh?

If he came back here to find all these
suitors in his house?

Don't.

I 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 are old enough to go to Troy,
but when they saw Agamemnon's 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?

Draw.

Antinous.

Draw.

Yes.

By lots?

Antinous told me he volunteered.

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

I'm not going to let him.

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

You can watch over your boy too.

Of course.

He's with me.

What he wanted, Antinous, was to look
after me?

No, no, no.

But Odysseus was sensitive to a father's
shame.

He fell for 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.

Emmaus, is he ever coming back?

Hargis thinks so.

Never known a dog to reach 20.

But he's long outlived his master.

I didn't mean to stop 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 without a king too long.

They want security.

From what?

People from the sea.

That's just traveler's tales.

All we know of the world is traveler's
tales.

That's how we found out Troy had fallen.

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 wanted the
good to be prepared.

Prepared?

Part of the greatest civilization ever
known.

Look at this great house.

Stones as 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 would 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.

The Trojans took his brother's wife.

Or she ran away with him.

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

We'll sit outside that great city,
trying to draw them into battle.

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

Then Elias will give up on Helen.

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

He 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 winds.

Why would the gods want his daughter's
life?

The power of a sacrifice is in the cost to
the person making it.

That's monstrous.

And 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
Ethlicon.

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.

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 pen.

Wear it.

Always.

Athena will bring you home.

I'm not sure it suits me.

When travelers claim to
have seen you, I'll ask what

you are wearing and
I'll know if they are lying.

If the people from the sea are real, right
now Ithaca has no king to raise an army.

I could take this room.

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.

And if he is, then this is my palace.

We need to know.

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

Not because these suitors mean you harm.

Oh, 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.

Too loud, Melanthius.

Don't wear your spurs in the palace.

You're a cowherd, not a horseman.

And you're a pig farmer.

And who are you to talk to me like that?

A 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!

Argus!

Sir, he didn't do anything.

So that stink is you?

Leave the old dog alone.

Which one?

Both of us.

What did you say to me, slave?

You just got carried away.

Argus is my father's hunting dog.

His hunting dog?

Look at that thing.

Get it out of here, we're trying to eat
it.

Don't!

Can't you see he's in pain?

Okay.

Then I'll put it out of his misery.

Leave him alone!

Did you see?

You all see?

Please don't hurt my son.

Easy, easy.

Young pup lost his head.

Show some mercy.

Drink some more of his wine.

I'll take care of this.

It's my father's hunting dog.

He's only living to see Odysseus return.

He's 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're clipped.

Prepare supplies, take them 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.

Ithaca will be behind me if they know
Odysseus is dead.

The suitors will never know that.

You will never make it back alive.

Tell Ventor to meet me at the ships just
before dawn.

What do you want me to tell your mother?

To hold out for as long as she can.

Ship's ready.

Tide's right.

Have I ever told you that you have wise
eyes?

Athena's eyes?

Once or twice.

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

Where are we going?

We'll find my dad.

If he's alive, I can feel it in the wind
and the waves.

He's out there somewhere.

Wandering, injured, lost, I don't know.

But he's alive.

More dreams?

Men drowning.

Inside.

Some dark space.

Firelight on stone.

I don't know.

Don't you want to remember?

Why can't God 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?

Who's moving the water?

Who were you talking to?

Athena.

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.

For you, 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.

We won the war.

And then what?

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.

Pull!

Pull!

Stow the oars.

Rest!

Stow the oars!

We'll raise the sail.

Follow the southerly winds.

Yes, sir.

Agamemnon's rowing west on the known
provisions route.

He's got more miles to feed.

We'll find places to land.

Are you sure?

It's a risk.

I've followed Agamemnon long enough.

With a little luck and
the right winds, we'll see

some of the world still be
home before Agamemnon.

Just keep the bear on the right.

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 want to get home?

Get your weapons ready!

Begging.

Borrowing.

Pondering.

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

Why didn't they tell us?

They didn't know.

We passed you for the people of the sea.

You weren't them.

If you rowed west, you'd wish you hadn't.

You wouldn't like what you'd find there.

He says if we go that way, we won't like
the things we'll find.

After years of 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.

No, no, no.

Sheep come in flocks.

Let's follow.

Someone lives here.

They make cheese.

Pretty good.

There's a lot of it.

We should leave.

We've brought nothing to trade with.

Zeus' law.

I don't know if whoever lives here has
heard of Zeus' law.

Or Zeus, for that matter.

Everyone's heard of Zeus' law.

Get the fire going.

We'll welcome the owner back.

Get away from the fire.

I think it's asleep.

Wait.

Don't walk.

We 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.

Pressed up.

Go, go, go!

Go!

Could we jam something in the cave mouth?

Leave a gap.

Maybe.

But what?

It's locked.

It'll notice.

But grab the thin end.

Put it in the fire.

How much rope do we have?

How big's the flock?

Couple dozen, maybe.

That'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.

Four of us should make the run.

Two and two.

Why risk more men?

He ate two of us last night.

We'll run the other two before he sleeps.

Run!

What about his body?

What about it?

We just leave him here to rot.

Has food for that thing?

We honor our dead Odysseus.

He died helping us escape.

We'll honor him by escaping.

He made his salvation for me.

He made it for me.

It can talk.

Why didn't it talk before?

Do you talk to ants?

Should we reason with it?

I think we're past that.

What are you doing?

No!

No!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Get him!

Go!

Get him!

Go!

Why did you have to fire that arrow?

We lost good soldiers to that beast.

Yeah, and that beast is 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.

Did 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.

You'll be fine.

Keep your mouth shut.

But if anyone asks...
We're traders from Crete.

Then we'll figure out how to approach the
king.

Welcome.

Thank you.

You seem to be
having quite... This way.

Where are you taking us?

The king insists on meeting strangers
himself.

Sit.

Not you.

You.

Enjoy our hospitality.

As Zeus demands.

But perhaps you'd tell us who you are.

You picked the right day to arrive.

Feast on my daughter's wedding.

Tomorrow she leaves to start a new life.

You don't look like a beggar.

Imagine you know who I am.

And now last...
The son of Atreus.

Brother of Agamemnon.

The husband of Helen.

Perhaps you've heard of Helen.

Face.

I launched a thousand ships.

And maybe now just five hundred.

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

For your brother's ambition.

This one... Looks familiar.

Ajax.

Choculus.

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 ever hear the story of the horse?

Or did you hear it from the inside?

We were in there for days.

We squeezed inside before the ship set
sail.

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

Not even Sinon, the soldier we left
behind.

First two tides our men drowned right in
front of us.

Were they silent...

Or pissed some shit?

A gift... For Athena.

Common gods...
Respect their offerings.

Hoorah!

Hoorah!

Hoorah!

Hoorah!

Hoorah!

No!

No!

He knew to wait for a moonless night
around the plains of Troy.

Go!

Go!

Pull!

Come on!

Come on!

I think you know the rest.

You're moved by my telling it?

You sure you're bored singing?

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.

The gods granted us a righteous victory.

Righteous?

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

Took me years to get home.

But he didn't.

He did, and wished they hadn't.

Tell him.

Tell him about your brother.

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

About his hero's welcome.

About how Agamemnon made it home years
before us.

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

No.

No.

Tell him how she... No!

He does not want to hear about my brother!

No one knows of his father.

I know nothing of Odysseus.

Nothing since Troy?

Nothing.

Not from any of your men.

Or Agamemnon's were traitors and
travelers.

Did you come here for somersaults?

Is that what you're interested in?

Gossip?

You're in the right place.

Anyone want to spin a story about
Odysseus?

Some say he's richer, some say poorer.

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

What say you?

In prison?

What kind of prison?

You could hold a man like that.

Tell me what you do remember.

The rest will come.

And the men became more and more convinced
that I defended 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 you understand that?

It's just a child.

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

Hey, it's okay.

No, no, no, no.

Go!

Go!

Back to the ship!

Go!

Go, go, go!

Go,

go!

Fire!

Wait!

Wait!

Wait!

Run, you bastards!

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 past, we'll find anchorage at the
beach.

Watch out!

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 boat.

I'll make sure we eat tonight.

No matter what you find.

No, no, it's okay!

It's okay!

It's okay!

You're 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?

Cersei.

Cersei, we need food.

Badly.

I have food.

Lots of food.

You let me?

Your weapons were armor.

Put it out the back.

You like my meat?

Why do you have so much?

You never know when strangers will come.

Men...

with their appetites.

Too much is never enough.

No!

Eurylochus!

Eurylochus!

They haven't come back yet!

None of them?

No!

Give me your dagger.

Stay with the boat!

Why don't you just come here?

Did 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 and 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 happen 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' law by bringing a
dagger into his hostess' 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.

And 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.

No, they're not.

They moved on?

Yes.

Leaving their rings?

I wouldn't...

Don't!

I don't know who this crow is to you.

If you don't put that knife down,
I will throttle it to find out.

Don't hurt her.

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.

Primal urges that you value in battle.

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 thinks his men's savagery
is actually discipline.

You don't seem that deluded.

But you sent them to me here.

On my own.

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

You thought they'd respect me in my home?

Look at them!

Know your own men!

Did they hurt you?

They would've.

They just want to go home.

Let them.

Back into your disguise.

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?

You're gods.

Fill the jugs and skins of the stream.

Be ready to sail at dawn.

Why leave her like this?

We get on 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 Tiresias can tell you how to go
home.

Tiresias?

In Hades.

Nobody sails into hell and comes back.

You will.

Head north into the twilight.

And head inland until a river of fire
meets a river of ice.

There you must dig a trench.

And fill it with the blood of sacrifice.

Gather 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.

Sinon.

It's Odysseus.

Sinon.

It's Odysseus.

Let him drink Odysseus.

Then you will hear his testament.

Odysseus?

Yes.

He 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's 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 didn't trust me with the truth?

You knew I'd die for you.

Dying meant tell 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?

As he's no doubt cheating you.

How?

Who's in Ithaca looking after your wife
and son?

My wife is of no concern.

Talk to Agamemnon about homecomings.

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 till 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 headed for home.

Odysseus?

The most brilliant of all my generals.

He would never be snared as I was.

Were you cast adrift, like us?

No.

My misfortune was to make it home.

To be welcomed by my beautiful wife.

Bathed.

Anointed.

Made soft.

To learn the hardest lesson.

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

A 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.

Possess.

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 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 in the cliffs?

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, when starvation
and mutiny threaten, 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?

Your unburied crew.

Demanding you share their dishonor.

Let's go!

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?

Hops.

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.

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 marry to me.

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

And this is a household
waiting for a master,

just as Ithaca has a
kingdom waiting for a king.

Ithaca's king is coming back.

No, he's not.

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

He never told me that.

Dizzy's refused to let me.

He knew that 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 a disuse is one of 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 a disuse would have wanted.

I'll take care of all your needs.

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.

He's gone for news of his father.

Where?

He's gone to Sparta, to Menelaus.

Should we go there?

No.

Too loud, Melanthius.

I told you you're a coward.

He was listening.

No, no.

I was coming for Argus.

I told you that dog stays there.

Go back to the farm.

When we need your pigs, we'll send
Melanthius.

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

I answered to my mistress.

Does she even know your name?

Now go.

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

You take your man away from there?

Unless he can stay and try and charm the
queen.

I don't think so.

He needs to die on that road.

And Eris has a plan.

Eris!

I need everyone in this 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.

What if some of them took the temple from
the priests before they arrived?

Then bring me part of Telemachus' proof.

His nose.

Would you know him only by his nose?

His ears, too.

Who taught you?

My father's swineherd.

Swineherd?

As most loyal servant.

Odysseus left his most loyal servant
behind.

He always was the smartest.

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 him?

We sent a restes.

He killed them both.

But 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.

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

Heard the stories.

People from the sea.

Have you been raided?

Not yet.

But the attacks, they do seem closer.

Sparta's ready.

What about Ithaca?

She'd 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 problem.

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 evict them without violating
Zeus' law.

I have to take the throne.

I have to know if Odysseus is alive.

This has nothing to do with a 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 sound of the sirens.

Put the wax in the men's ears.

None for me.

Tie me to the mast.

Why?

I want to hear the siren song.

No.

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,
yes sir!

What was the siren song?

All the things you wanted to be.

Then, all the things you wish you never
wished for.

It was the delicious itch you go to
scratch.

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

So the delicious itch becomes unbearable.

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.

My water ahead!

Charybdis.

A monstrous whirlpool.

Hoist the sails!

Come on, let's go!

When we head out to sea, it's already got
us.

We might make that canyon.

It's too narrow.

Make for the whirlpool.

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

Don't be afraid, we can do it.

No.

No!

We're making for the channel.

We're making for the channel!

Oars in!

Get the oars in!

Starboard oars!

Prepare to hold water!

On my signal!

Three!

We made it!

We did it!

We did it!

Keep us straight!

Keep us straight!

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 going to 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 going to put in.

We're going to rest up on dry land.

You're all going to die!

You asked me what Tiresias told me.

He said you're all going to die.

He said 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.

We'll do the repairs.

We'll set out as soon as the wind changes.

Grab that light.

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.

Go!

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.

You 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 deaths aren't your failure
but 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?

Why don't you want to go home?

What do you expect?

They ran out of food.

Have some 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's sky.

Come on, Zeus!

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

Zeus!

I don't know what happened to my men.

Yes, you do.

Exactly what you told them would happen.

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 into weeks.

I knew the lotus would
ease your awakening so

that your pain was more
of the body than the mind.

And it did.

You liked it so much.

You ate it so willingly.

And as I cared for you, Thank 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?

You were so 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 and saps the
will, 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.

Help me go home.

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

But 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
made, Odysseus.

No.

Odysseus.

Where am I?

Don't 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.

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.

I'm sorry I had no news of your father.

No, you had news.

Not of 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, Drake,
stranger?

Were you attacked?

The dog saved your farmhands.

No, he burned his brothers first.

What has happened to Ithaca?

Darkness.

Zeus's law smashed to pieces.

A kingdom without a king since my master
died.

Your master?

Odysseus.

Hero of the Trojan War.

But Odysseus is alive.

No more!

No more!

No more!

Telemachus.

Telemachus.

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

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

The palace is controlled by suitors.

No one is still loyal to Odysseus.

What about the queen?

Beautiful wives, 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.

You'll never catch up with 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.

But fair.

Fair and worthy of following.

You loved him.

Like a son.

Well, he's not dead.

Is he coming home?

Soon.

Bringing vengeance.

Bringing it all.

Don't talk.

We don't want people realizing who you
are.

Maybe we shouldn't have brought a guard.

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

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 peace.

Make a 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.

Eumaeus sent you?

Yes, sir.

Well, what's the message?

It's private.

These men are pri...

These men are pri...

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 him.

No!

Not bad for a beggar.

No one's born 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.

In 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 knew 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 going to believe it.

No, you can't tell her.

What, nothing?

Tell her.

Tell her you 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.

Well, if this is shows himself,
all.

We need to gather the suitors at the
palace.

That's never a problem.

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?

A dozen.

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

But it's just you?

And you.

Telemachus is back.

What?

Telemachus is back.

Who's saying this?

Everyone's saying it.

Where's Telemachus?

My queen!

Surely your place is up there.

It's true.

You're home.

I'm back.

I thought tonight we could celebrate.

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 your safe return.

Glad to see you on your feet.

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

What did you hear about your father?

Nothing.

Stories from the war, but no one knew what
happened to 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' law.

Some 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' 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, he'd have to kill them.

Like you will.

If I kill them, their families will demand
revenge.

I'd be exiled.

And without me, the throne will be lost.

Because only a man can sit on it.

Empty throne?

I've been sitting on that 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 you want revenge?

I want Odysseus!

Seeing muse of a face!

A face!

A face!

A fleet!

A war!

A chore!

Seeing muse of a man!

A man!

A thought!

A tree!

Emmaus, go ahead.

Argus.

You should bury him up on the cliffs.

Where you met?

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 writers of legends...

and make poets and blind beggars of us
all.

Accept the hospitality of Zeus.

Get the stranger some food.

No, sir.

I'll just make Durant's with a bowl.

Had to invite another one of these filthy
playthinkers today.

What's one more beggar at this feast?

We need to kill him before he regains his
position with the elders.

How?

Get him to grab one of the weapons.

He's not the same young pup we used to
bait.

When we come back tonight, only cut his
throat.

Fuck off, old man.

Please.

It's been days since I've eaten.

I told you to fuck off.

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

There's no room in your bowl.

Yes, there is.

So there is.

There 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 plate licker like
you possibly have that I could want?

Actually, it's yours.

I was asked to return it.

It's not mine.

No?

Where did you get this?

Don't turn your back on me!

It's tenuous.

You can't treat a beggar like that.

It's Zeus' law.

Zeus' law.

You think this is a god?

You think this is a god in disguise?

Are you?

Are you a god?

Plate licker?

No.

I'm a veteran of the Trojan War.

A veteran of the Trojan War.

And what's your name, veteran?

Sinon.

Does that name mean something to you?

No.

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

Sinon?

Well, that's a shepherd's boy.

I don't remember that.

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

Where did you find this?

Where he'll soon be.

And where is that?

Hades.

Enough!

The feast is done!

The skull... is not mine!

The queen would like to speak with you.

Stay until everyone's left in the fires of
hell.

Hello, traveler.

My queen.

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

That's not necessary.

My husband insisted we honor guests as
family.

You know of a disease, my husband?

Of course.

From the songs.

I was a Troy, ma'am.

And the songs probably seemed silly.

They make me cry.

Why?

For what was lost.

The lives?

And the years.

Everything.

Did you know Odysseus a Troy?

I did.

Was there some detail of how he dressed?

Something he wore?

He wore a strange pin.

Strange?

Beautiful.

But out of 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 had done.

One man's idea.

One man's trick.

To break Zeus' law forever.

We lived in a world of palaces and trade.

Language blind to its beauty.

Until we broke it.

You are the people from the sea?

Yes, my queen.

The breaking of Zeus' 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.

Wow.

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.

Ron draws a man on, so we'll have 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 belongs on my hands.

Or you'd face exile.

Won't you?

Just make sure they can't get those
weapons.

I'll see to it.

Even an arm, there are so many of them.

And you won't have a weapon.

Oh, I'll have a weapon.

Your mother's seen to that.

Gather the servants you trust.

Lock the arms in the upper storage room.

She seems interested
in the outcome.

What was the trial?

For years, while my
husband's been gone, you've

commandeered this
palace for your feasting.

Your excuse was, you wanted to win my hand
in marriage.

As I listen to you party, and fight,
corrupt my servants, and disrespect my

home, I've 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.

You may, sir.

Who's first?

Give me the bow.

It can't be done.

By you.

This boy, sir, does his 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.

Hm!

Hm!

Your turn.

There's no need.

My queen has made her point.

We can't replace Odysseus.

Some of us have always known that.

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, old man.

He has a right to try.

If he won't, 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 a low-flying chair.

Look at the expert at work.

Wait my turn.

Come on!

Oh, old man, forget it.

Forget it, old man.

Okay, friend.

Friend, that's enough.

Oh, let him go!

Let him go!

Let him go!

Let him go!

Let him go!

Let him go!

Let him go!

Let him go!

Odysseus!

Surely your place is down there.

Where are the weapons?

They're up a store room.

Get them!

What are you waiting for?

He's gonna kill us all!

Get out!

I told you!

Too loud, cowards!

Get down!

Get the doors!

Get down!

Get down!

Dinos!

Get the Dinos!

Let's try it!

Spear!

Come on!

Thought you could kill us all?

As long as I kill you!

Finish this.

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

When you get to Hades...

tell my men I will head west and honor
them.

And tell Sinon...

I gave you back your shame.

What happened?

Did he beat them?

Is he dead?

We broke the fragile bonds between men.

And for

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

Odysseus, my love!

Odysseus!

My love!

You came back!

To see my beloved Ithaca...

one last time.

No, you can't.

You can't.

Not now.

You can't die!

Not death.

Exile.

Telemachus will be king.

Take your fastest ship...

and greatest crew...

and head for the horizon.

Chasing the escaping sun.

Why will the stories only be sung?

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

Civilization will rise again.

A new dawn will break over the darkened
world.

And our mistakes will once again be
forgotten.