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A flea.

A war.

A man.

A thought.

A trick.

A trick to break the walls of Troy.

And burn it. Scream into the ground.

Thank you.

What does it mean?

A gift.

For Athena.

Common gods.

Respect their offering.

Save her from the waves. Take her to Athena's temple.

The war is over.

Stop!

Not that.

remind them of whose wine they're drinking. I don't want Odysseus to 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.

Just throw them out.

Break suitors' 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.

Dad's coming back.

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 wants you.

He's already married.

What do you think of Dad?

What do you know about my dad?

I know he kept a string of 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.

He didn't even know.

Like some sniffling 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 extradition to Troy. He told me to stay here and

keep an eye on you.

On me or my mother?

You can't blame me for lucky. 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.

We've established, Antinous, that you are not a god.

He 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.

Thunder with luck.

I don't know.

You have wise eyes.

Demon's eyes.

Here, see all the traitors?

From Sparta.

They're going to 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're Odysseus' son?

Go to Sparta.

Go. Be in the land.

It will welcome you.

The queen wants to speak to the prince.

She lives for now.

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?

You can't see much anymore, but that doesn't stop him beating travelers to

death in exchange for lies about my father.

Now, too fast.

How can you know?

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

Mentor, push him.

Now, too fast.

He's as friendly as you.

He only answered to your father.

Where'd he get him from?

He met right here.

I'll take him.

For your boy?

For a hunting dog.

Damned if he wasn't right.

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.

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.

He 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 were old enough to go to Troy, but when they saw Agamemnon's

sale...

Their fathers hid them.

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

So he raised his army by lottery.

Name? Draw.

No. Name?

Draw.

Yes. By lots?

Antinous told me he volunteered.

Your boy's trying to

take Sinan's place.

I'm not going to let him. He needs to stay here and take care of his family.

You can watch over your boy, too. Of course.

He's with me.

What he wanted, Antenna, was to look after me. No, no, no.

But Odysseus was sensitive to a father's shame.

He felt 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.

You mean, is he ever coming back?

Hargis thinks so.

Never known a dog reach 20.

But he's long outlived his master.

I didn't mean to stop you.

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

time to remarry.

Why?

Isaac has been without a king too long.

They want security.

From what?

People from the sea.

That's a traveler's tale.

All we know is 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.

Don't it hold knowledge?

At the mercy of some greedy, unwanted guests.

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

Zeus is wrong.

Treat others as you would be treated.

They abused that. They destroyed 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. Well, she ran away with them.

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.

Menelaus will give up on Helen.

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

He won't let it pass.

If you refuse.

I'll take her son.

He would never.

He sacrificed his own daughter for favorable winds.

Well, the gods wanted the daughter's life.

The power of a sacrifice isn't the cost to the person making it.

turn soon.

If at all.

What if we ran?

Took you past the ship, the brightest crew, and headed for the horizon.

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

There's a world beyond you.

I promise me.

If I don't return.

By the time Telemachus comes of age.

Promise me.

You'll take another husband.

Enough sacrifices.

That's not a sacrifice.

Promise me

you'll

come back

And 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 were wearing, and I'll

know if they were lying.

If the people from the sea are real,

has no king to raise an army.

I could take this role.

That's not fair.

You said only he could string this bow.

He was happy to let us 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.

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. But 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 this on 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?

We're a king.

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

Your child.

Too loud, my lamb here.

Don't wear your spurs in the palace, you're a cowherd, not a horseman. You're

a pig farmer, and who are you to talk to me like that?

The servant our master left in charge of his herdsmen.

The master has 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? He just got carried away. Argus is my father's hunting dog.

His hunting dog?

Look at that thing.

Get it out of here, retarded. Don't catch it. He's in pain.

Okay.

You might put it out of his misery.

Leave him alone!

Young Pop Blossomhead, show some mercy.

Drink some more of his wine. 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.

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

You're clicked.

Prepare supplies.

Take them down to the ship still. No one.

Use only people you trust.

You pricked 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 allow that. You will never make it back alive again.

Tell Mentor 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.

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

I find my dad.

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.

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?

You hide yourselves from us.

Look.

Who's moving that cloud?

That and those birds.

Who's moving the water?

Who are we 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.

Someone out there.

How do you know?

I don't know.

What we have here could last forever.

Forever is for gods.

We're your god.

If you want to remember, a way of 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.

Stole the oars.

Rest! Rest!

Stole 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 mouths 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 wind...

We'll see some of the world.

He'll be home before Agamemnon.

Just keep the bear on the right.

Oh, this is it! 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 want to get home?

Get your weapons ready!

Begging.

Borrowing.

Boundary.

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

They said they thought we were the sea people. No.

We're Greek.

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 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.

Let's follow.

Someone lives here.

Yeah, they make cheese.

Pretty good.

There's a lot of it. We should leave.

We 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.

asleep.

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.

Rest up.

Could we jam something in the cave mouth?

Leave a gap?

Maybe.

But what?

It's locked.

It'll notice.

We'll grab the thin end, put it in the fire.

How much rope do we have?

How big's the flock?

A couple dozen, maybe.

Not 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 and split wide.

So we can only grab one of them.

Right. Four of us will make the run.

Two and two.

Why risk more men?

He ate two of us last night.

We want the other two before he sleeps.

Go go go!

Oh,

my God.

What about his body?

What about it? We just leave him here to rot?

As food for that thing?

We honor our dead with a gift.

He died helping us escape. We'll honor him by escaping.

We can talk.

Why didn't I talk before?

Do you talk to ants?

Should we reason with it?

I think we're past that.

what are you doing no

thank you

Why'd 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's 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.

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.

If anyone asks, we're traders from Crete.

And 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.

Sid. Not you.

You.

You are our hospitality, as Zeus demands.

But perhaps you tell us who you are.

You picked the right day to arrive.

Feast of 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, son of Atreus, brother of Agamemnon, husband of Helen.

Perhaps you've heard of Helen.

Face.

I launched a thousand ships.

I may be now just 500.

Somebody left on the battlefields of Troy for that face.

For your brother's ambition.

This one looks familiar.

Ajax.

Joker.

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.

and watched themselves until one man.

He found a way.

Did you hear the story of the horse?

Or did you hear it from the inside now?

You were in there for days.

The squeeze from the side before the ship set sail.

Or did you if you knew it? No one could know that we were inside, not even

Sinan, the soldier we left behind.

First two tides, our men drown right in Krampus.

To the silent abyss of shit.

A gift for Athena.

Common gods respect their offering.

He knew way from the start about the Plains of Troy.

Thank you.

You should hear the birds singing.

I have.

But they weren't there with all of you.

With your father, who did this.

You still like him?

When did you last see him?

Joy.

God's granted us a righteous victory.

Righteous.

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

Took me years to get home.

And he didn't. Some did and wish 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 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!

Nothing of Odysseus since Troy. Nothing?

Not from any of your men?

Or Agamemnon's were traitors to travelers?

You call me the Summers, 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 rich, some say poor.

Some say he perished, some say he's in prison. What say you?

In prison?

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

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 that? It's just a child.

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

It's okay.

No, no, no, no.

Go!

Go!

Back to the ship!

Go! Go! Go!

Go!

Go!

No!

Oh!

Turn to port.

Follow the ghost.

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 bearing.

Turn to port.

Go past, go find Anchorage at the beach.

We're done!

Form a landing party.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Leave someone with the tender.

We think you should stay.

We? All of us.

Still alive.

You'll just amuse me?

That's up to you.

Give me your bow.

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

It's okay. It's okay.

You're okay.

It's all right. No one's going to 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.

Like my meat?

Why do you have so much?

You never know when strangers will come.

What's their appetite?

Too much is never enough.

I don't know.

Oh, come on.

Give me your dagger.

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.

Enjoy the hospitality of Zeus.

Grab a hog. You can slaughter it for your dinner.

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

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?

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

claims to be a sailor.

Yet where is 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?

Truth.

Sometimes.

Would they tell you where I could find my men?

You're a man.

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?

I

don't

know where they're at.

No, they're not.

Yeah. Leaving their ring.

I wouldn't.

Don't. I don't know who this girl is to you. You don't put that knife down. I

will throttle you 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.

Big, 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 and my home?

Look at them.

Know your own men.

Did they hurt you?

They would have.

They just want to go home.

Let them.

I'll do it.

Back to the ship? Take all the food you can carry.

Leave the meat.

You're not going to let her live. She's a witch.

Who gave her powers?

Your gods.

Fill the jugs and skins of the stream. Be ready to sail at dawn.

Why leave her like this?

We got 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.

I 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.

Senna, it's Odysseus.

Senna, it's Odysseus.

Let him drink Odysseus.

Then you will hear his testament.

Oh, did you?

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 him to your place.

He'd been called.

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

The Trojans don't let me live.

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 men 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 beside 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. And Timo has cheated you?

As is 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 homecoming.

Agamemnon's here.

You worried me out, 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.

You 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.

Good part of her heart had gone.

She and her lover had plotted my murder for years.

Adithith.

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.

Assess.

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.

Path to Sirens.

Their song lures your men onto the rock. They all die.

I won't let that happen.

I'll block their ears with wax.

Path to 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.

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?

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 now. Are you trying to marry me or ruin my reputation?

Melancholy can be discreet.

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

Oh? Everyone sees how hard you work.

No steady progress.

But every night, you've been unraveling that work.

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.

And it's 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, you tried to go with him to Troy?

He never told me that.

Did he refuse 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 Odysseus 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.

I'll take care of all your needs.

My boy.

And my son.

Withthrown as he is.

He's the heir.

Unless we have a child of our own.

Where is Telemachus?

He's gone to England.

This is his grandfather.

It's gone from here to the father.

Where?

He's gone to Sparta. To Menelaus.

Well, should we go there?

No.

Too loud, Melantius. 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 with that

Melantius.

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.

You take your man away from there.

Well, so you can stay and try and turn him to 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.

But 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, Swineherd.

Swineherd? That's my 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?

His son, Orestes. He killed them both.

But he killed his own mother?

He avenged his father.

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.

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.

The squad is ready. What about Ithaca?

She'd be able to raise an army and 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 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.

And 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 siren.

Put the wax in the men's ears.

Not for me. Tie me to the mat.

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.

The delicious itch you go to scratch.

You find it's under the skin and you 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.

It was

the song of all the promises I failed to

keep.

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

Charybdis. A monstrous whirlpool.

Hoist the sails!

Come on, let's go!

It's a whirlpool shot!

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

Get in the boat!

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!

Hold it!

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 repair.

These men are exhausted.

We lost 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 Teresa told me.

He said you're all going to 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 provision.

We'll pick fruit. We'll get water.

Nothing more.

Swear to it.

All of you.

The wind took us right in.

We'll rest up, do the repairs, and 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.

Taurus has told you.

Cersei 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 man die, do you see chance or do you see consequence?

As a consequence, I see my failure.

What if their death aren't your failure today?

I leave them.

I let them here.

And who let 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.

Messiah!

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

You 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 into weeks.

I knew the lotus would ease your awakening, that your pain was more of

the body than the mind.

And it did.

You liked it so much.

You ate it so willingly.

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? You were so happy.

You were happy. We were so happy. For years.

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.

Nothing stops 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.

Now. 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.

I am.

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.

Where am I?

Don't you recognize your own home?

Zeus welcomes you, strangers.

How many are you?

Half a dozen.

Need of a meal?

Can't supply.

For the road.

Where are you headed?

We need pig.

We're going all the way to Pilo.

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.

Sir, 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 and drink, stranger?

Were you attacked?

The dog saved your farmhands.

No, he burned his brothers first.

What happened to Ithaca?

Darkness.

Zizis lost masterpieces.

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.

Telemachus.

He's in danger and I can't help him. There must be others in Yessica that

would help Odysseus' son.

The palace is controlled by suitors.

No one's still loyal to Odysseus.

What about the queen?

Beautiful, wise Penelope.

Held hostage by the worst men.

Soon to be forced into marriage. What could she do without even her son?

Here, drink.

the danger to Telemachus.

He's on his way back from Spartan.

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.

I will.

If I tell you, don't be angry.

I served with Odysseus at Troy.

Really?

He was a harsh taskmaster.

Oh, 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.

I'll talk.

We don't want people realizing who you are. Well, maybe we shouldn't have

brought a guard.

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

I have a message.

Wait!

You may have sent me.

Find that beggar.

Your men must wait out here. The weapons, too.

Youth 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.

You made it, didn't you?

Yes, sir.

Well, what's the message?

It's private.

There's a matter of...

These men are pretty.

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 it.

It's not bad for a beggar.

No one's born a beggar.

We'll take this priest's robes, 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 is at the heart of Athena's oldest temple.

For now, we'll honor him in flame.

beggar come to know mentor i told you i wasn't always a beggar you have wise

eyes don't look for gods and men you'll just be disappointed well then tell me

who you are my name is sin on 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 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.

What if he shows himself lost?

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.

What?

Who's saying this?

Everyone's saying it.

Where's Telemachus?

My queen!

Charlie, your place is up there!

I'll bet.

I thought we might be able to 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 you're safe, Chairman.

Glad to see you're 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.

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' 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 to the

bristles on your chin.

Do you want peace?

Or do you want revenge? I want a dead man!

Scene!

Muse of a face!

At Troy.

Sing news of a man.

A man.

A dog.

A trick.

You may go ahead.

You should bury him up on the cliff.

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 and legends.

And make boy the blind beggars of us all.

Accept the hospitality of Zeus.

Get the strangest of food.

No, sir.

I'll just make the rounds with a bull.

I had to invite another one of these filthy platelakers today.

Put one more beggar at his feet.

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

How?

Provoke him.

Get him to grab one of the weapons.

He's not the same young pup he used to be.

When we come back tonight, I'm going to 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.

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.

It's not mine.

No?

Where did he get this?

Don't turn your back on me!

Continuous.

You can't treat a beggar like that. It's Zeus's law.

It's Zeus's law.

You think this is a god?

You think this is a god in disguise?

Are you?

Are you a god?

White Necker?

No.

I'm a veteran of the Trojan War.

Veteran of the Trojan War.

And what's your name, veteran?

Does that name mean something to you?

No.

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

Sinon.

I'm not just Shepard'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!

Let's go.

It's not mine!

A queen would like to speak with you. Stay till everyone's left in the fires

of death.

Hello, traveler.

My queen.

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

That's not necessary.

My husband insisted we honor guests and family.

You know of a disease, my husband?

Of course.

Of the songs.

How was it drawing them?

The songs probably seemed silly.

They make me cry.

Why?

For what was lost.

For lives?

And the years.

Everything.

Did you know how to see a Detroit?

I did.

Was there some detail of how he dressed? Something he wore?

He wore a strange pin.

Strange?

Beautiful.

But out of place.

Did I grab it?

I'll get more water.

It was a beautiful gold pen.

A figure of Athena encircled by...

Did he wear it off?

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 truth,

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

We violated all that's ever sacred between people.

and in the days of sweaty celebrations to follow.

What if he knew exactly what he'd done?

you had done one man's idea one man's trick

to break zeus's law forever we lived in a

world of palaces trade language blind to its beauty

until we broke it you are the people from the

sea

His 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.

So this is his life.

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

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 straws 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.

Are you faith-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, I'll have a weapon.

Your mother's been to that.

servants you trust.

Lock the arms in the upper storage room.

She seems interested in the outcome.

But what's the trial?

Three 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 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.

Who is that?

Give me the bell.

It can't be done.

How are you?

This boy has earned his stupid 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.

Your turn.

There's no need.

The Queen has made her point.

We can't replace it, did she?

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.

He has a right to try.

If you 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 an old archer.

Look at the expert at work.

Come on!

Oh, Matt, forget it!

You're just...

Surely

your place is down there.

Hey, hey, stop!

Thought you could kill us all.

When you get to Hades, tell my men I will head west and honor them.

And tell Simoth, I gave you back your king.

We broke the fragile bonds between men.

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

Not death.

Exile.

Come on, I guess we'll be king.

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.