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A thought.

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 it from the waves.

Take it to Athena's temple.

The war is over.

Not this song.

Run, run, little man!

Run!

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

I don't want Odysseus' 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.

No, Mom.

So throw them out.

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

I've already lost a husband.

I don't want to lose a son.

Dad's coming back.

Then where is he?

Eight years since Troy fell.

Almost 20 since he left us. Where is he?

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.

And I know he never came home.

Not yet.

You're pining for a daddy you 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 expedition 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.

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.

That thunder was luck.

I don't know.

You have wise eyes.

Seaman's eyes.

Here, you see all the traitors?

From Sparta.

Was Menelaus 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.

Sparta is full of Trojan War veterans.

Someone will know something.

You're Odysseus' son?

Go to Sparta.

Go. See many ways.

It will welcome 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.

No,

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.

And 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.

But 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.

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 and 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 sail,

their fathers hit them.

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

So he raised his army by lottery.

Name? Sinan.

Draw. No.

Name? Antinous.

Draw.

Yes. By lots?

Antinous told me he volunteered.

Your

boy's trying

to take Sinan's place.

I'm not gonna let him. He needs to stay here.

He'd take care of his family.

He could 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 may ask, 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.

I'm in no hurry.

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

time to remarry.

Why?

Ithac has 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's 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.

Well, she ran away with them.

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

will 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 Troy's control of the trading routes.

He won't let it pass.

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.

And committed.

I won't return soon.

If at all.

What if we ran?

Looking fast at 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 these walls.

Agamemnon's vengeance would fall on all of Ithaca.

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.

Promise me you'll come back.

Then your memory won't be making my decisions.

Take my pin.

Wear it, always.

Athena will bring you home.

I'm not sure it suits me.

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,

Right now, Ithaca 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 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.

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. I'm 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?

You're ready to take your father's place.

Your child.

Too loud, Melantheus.

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!

You all see?

He attacked me!

I have the right!

Please!

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 it.

It's my father's hunting dog.

He's only living to see Odysseus return.

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

little sooner.

That dog stays out there!

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

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 allow that.

You will never make it back alive. 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.

Time'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'll 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 and 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

A child's smile.

Good harvest.

You hide yourselves from us.

Look.

Who's moving that cloud?

I'm asking those birds.

Who's moving the water?

Who were you talking to?

Athena came to me again.

She's telling me to remember.

To leave.

Why would you leave?

We have everything we need.

How long have I been here, Calypso?

I have a home somewhere.

There's someone out there.

How do you know?

I don't know.

I feel.

What we have here could last forever.

Forever is for gods.

Or 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 hating 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.

Steal

the

oars. Rest!

Rest! Rest!

Steal the oars!

Steal 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 winds, we'll see some of the world still be

home before Agamemnon.

Just keep the bear on the right.

Odysseus, 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.

Pondering.

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

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

We're Greeks.

From Ithaca.

Maybe you heard 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.

Chasing the escaping son.

There you go.

Lucky bastard.

No, 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 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.

But grab the thin end, put it in the fire.

How much rope do we have?

How big's the flock?

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 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 warm the other two before he sleeps.

Go, go, go!

What about his body?

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

As food for that thing?

We honor our dead Odysseus.

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

They can talk.

Why didn't they 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 was the son of Poseidon.

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

That thing was a monster.

I heard it too.

So now the sea's against us?

And the wind.

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

You 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.

What 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.

Enjoy our hospitality.

Assumes demands.

But perhaps you tell us who you are.

You can pick the right day to arrive.

Feast at 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 that launched a thousand ships.

That 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.

Choclus. Achilles.

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

He was the smartest of us all.

Ten years we rotted on that beach.

amongst ourselves until one man.

He found a way.

Odysseus.

Did 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 drown right in front of us.

Are they silent?

Or piss and shit?

A gift for Athena.

Common gods respect their offering.

AHHHHHH!

is

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

This is a joke!

It's a joke!

Go,

go!

With your father, Odysseus.

You still like him?

When did you last see him?

Joy.

The gods granted us a righteous victory.

Righteous?

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

It took me years to get home, and he didn't. Some did, and which 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!

What's the news of his father?

I know nothing of Odysseus since Troy. Nothing?

Not from any of your men.

Or hegemons or traitors or travelers.

You've come here for so much. Is that what you're interested in? Gossip.

But you're in the right place.

Anyone want to spin a story about Odysseus?

Some say he's rich or some say poor.

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

In prison?

What kind of prison could hold a man like that?

Tell me what you do remember.

The rest will come.

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

hit by storm after storm, all pushing us off course until we were truly lost.

Hello. We're here in peace.

We just need some food.

We need food.

Can't you understand that? It's just a child.

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

Hey, shh. It's okay.

No, no, no, no

Go, go, go!

Ah!

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! Go past, we'll find Anchorage at the beach.

We're done!

Form a landing party.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Leave someone with the tenders.

We think you should stay.

We? All of us.

Still alive.

Is this a mutiny?

That's up to you.

Give me your bow.

I'll make sure we eat tonight.

No matter what you find.

No, no, it's okay. It's okay.

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.

You like my meat?

Why do you have so much?

You never know when strangers will come.

What's her appetite?

Too much is never enough.

I don't know.

GERILICUS!

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.

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.

It hasn't touched the food in front of him.

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

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

You have sharp eyes.

Sharpened by the gods.

Do they grant you insights?

Truths.

Sometimes.

Would they tell you where I could find my men?

You're a man.

That's right.

They would.

Then would you tell me?

Perhaps.

If you give me your dagger.

Why would I help a liar who refuses my hospitality?

Their men were here earlier.

Now they're not.

Have they moved on?

Yes.

Leaving their rings.

I will be...

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. The 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.

Odysseus, back to the ship. Take all the food you can carry.

Leave the meat.

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

Who gave her powers?

Your gods.

Fill the jugs and skins 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.

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.

Cenar, it's Odysseus.

Cenar, 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' 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 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 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.

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.

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.

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, 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!

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?

I hope so.

You told me not to eat the lotus flower.

Just tonight.

So you can get some sleep.

And tomorrow when... 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, Melantha.

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.

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

I expect her to be loyal to me.

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

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

This is a household waiting for a master, just as Ithaca is a kingdom

waiting for a king.

Ithaca's king is coming back.

No, he's not.

Did you know that as a boy, you 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 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 year after year after

year.

It's time to think of yourself.

I'll take care of all your needs.

My queen.

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 inland to visit his grandfather.

He's gone for news of his father.

Where?

He's gone to Sparta.

To Menelaus.

Well, should we go there?

No.

Too loud, Melanthius. I told you you're a coward.

He was listening. No, no, no, no.

I was coming for Argus.

I told you that dog stays there. Go back to the farm. When we need your pigs,

we'll send Melanthius.

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

I answer to my mistress.

Does she even know your name?

Now go.

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

Take your man 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.

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? His 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 them?

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.

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.

The squad is ready.

What about Ithaca?

She'll 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's 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 sirens.

Put the wax in the men's ears!

Not 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 he wanted to be.

Then, all the things he wished he never wished for.

It was the...

Delicious itch you go to scratch.

They find it's under the skin, 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.

Whitewater!

Whitewater ahead!

Charybdis.

A monstrous whirlpool.

Watch this house!

Come on, let's go!

Can 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!

Noverdors! Prepare to hold water!

On my signal!

Three!

Two!

Let's move it.

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.

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 has 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 provisions.

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

Nothing more.

Swear to it.

All of you.

See?

The wind took us right in.

We'll rest up, do the repairs, 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.

Tiresias 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?

I see consequence.

I see my failure.

What if their deaths aren't your failure, they're 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.

Thank you.

Thank you.

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

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.

I liked it so much.

You ate it so willingly.

And as I cared for you,

I came to love you.

How long have I been here?

I kept telling myself to stop giving it to you. That you were strong enough to

remember. How long, Calypso? You were so happy.

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

Years?

Seven years.

You fed me lotus flower and held me captive. I saved your life.

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

You have been happy.

Your heart was just always somewhere else.

And your mind was bound to follow eventually.

How could you?

The lotus clouds the mind.

and saps the well, but it doesn't change who you are.

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

I am now.

As I always knew you would be.

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.

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?

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 Kauai 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 dogs saved your farm hands.

No, we burned his brothers first.

What has happened to Ithaca?

Darkness.

Zeus's law is 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, no more, no more, no

more, no more.

Telemachus. 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.

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.

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 where 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.

Zeus welcomes you strangers.

Have you traveled far?

Not that far.

You're here to rest for the night.

We're here to make sacrifice to Athena.

And whatever hospitality you can offer might be considered.

Of course.

Get that beggar out of here. He has a message for me.

He may have sent you.

Yes, sir.

Well, what's the message?

It's private.

It doesn't matter.

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.

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.

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

For now, we'll honor him in flame.

So how does a beggar come to know Mentor? I told you. I wasn't always a

beggar. You have wise eyes.

Athena's eyes. Don't look for gods in men.

You'll just be disappointed.

Well, then tell me who you are.

My name is Sinan.

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.

One that just shows himself off.

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?

Dozens.

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 you're safe, Charon.

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.

The story's 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's law.

Then the 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 him.

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 a dissonance!

Sing!

Music! News of a face.

A face.

A fleet.

A war.

At Troy.

Seeing news of a man.

A man!

Stop!

Patrick!

You may as go ahead.

Vargas.

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 boys the blind beggars of us all!

Accept the hospitality of Zeus.

Get the stranger some food.

No, sir.

I'll just make their hands with a bowl.

Had to invite another one of these filthy plate lickers today.

What's one more beggar at this feast?

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 we used to bait.

When we come back tonight, let me 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's law.

Zeus's law.

You think this is a god?

Think this is a god in disguise?

Are you?

Are you a god?

White knicker?

No.

I'm a veteran of the Trojan War.

A veteran of the Trojan War.

And what's your name, veteran?

Sinan.

Does that name mean something to you?

No.

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

Sinan.

I'm not just Shepard's boy.

I don't remember that. Yeah, yeah. He wanted you to take his place.

Where does he find us?

Where he'll soon be.

And where is that?

Hades.

Enough!

The feast is done!

Let's go.

He's not mine!

The Queen would like to speak with you.

Stay till everyone's left and the fires are lit.

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

That's not necessary.

My husband insisted we honor guests as family.

You know of Odysseus, my husband?

Of course.

And the songs?

I was at Troy, ma'am.

And the songs probably seemed silly.

They make me cry.

Why?

For what was lost.

For lives?

And the years.

Everything.

Did you know Odysseus had 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 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,

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

an offering of peace that they took into their home.

We violated all that's ever sacred between people.

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?

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.

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.

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.

Rons 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 unarmed, 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.

The servants you trust.

Lock the arms in the upper storage room.

He just seems interested in the outcome.

But what's 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 12 axes.

Step up and show me who you are.

You may

Who's

first give me the bow

It can't be done by you.

This bow has earned us 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.

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.

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.

Look at the expert at work.

Oh, Matt, forget it.

That's enough

You odyssey.

Surely your place is down there.

Is it him?

It's him!

Hey, they're up a storm over there. Get them!

Kill us all.

As long as I kill you.

Finish this.

I gave you back your shame.

fragile bonds between men.

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

To see my beloved, I think.

One last time.

No. No.

No, no, you can't. You can't. You can't. Not now. Not now, please.

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.