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You may have heard the story of Helen

a woman whose beauty launched a thousand ships

and started the most famous war in history.

You may have heard of that valiant struggle

that took place beneath the golden walls of Troy

ten years, the best of our lives

ten thousand men

the best the gods and dreams of glory could have fashioned

all led by my brother Agamemnon

the mightiest of the Greeks

and Achilles, who could strike down 10 warriors with one blow.

You may even have heard of Paris

who they say betrayed his country and crown

for love.

But that is not the way it happened.

Let me tell you the real story. I know. I was there.

Kill him.

Kill him.

Kill him.

Kill him.

It's a boy, Your Highness, a boy.

You said, "Kill him"

before any of us knew that it was a boy.

Cassandra, have you just had one of your visions? Tell me.

Priam, come and see your son.

Cassandra, come and see your brother Alexandros.

Look, Cassandra.

I know that you see things, and I know that people don't believe you. But I do.

You saw that it was a baby boy, right?

hmm? What else did you see?

What else?

If he lives, Troy will burn.

Take my son to the mountain.

No.

Throw him from the highest peak.

- No. - Do it now.

No.

No, please.

No, please. My son!

No.

Gods, do your will.

Why would they? What was it, child?

Some foul prophet jealous of your beauty?

Never mind. With me you shall be loved and honored.

I shall name you Paris.

Paris, where are you?

Paris, come. It's time to eat.

Oh.

I've got goats who fight better than you.

Hey. Too bad you can't watch your goats as well as your flank.

- Look. - What?

Watch my herd.

Stubos

Stubos

Stubos?

Stubos?

Who's there?

Beauty is all. All is beauty.

Victory goes to the strong.

Gold rules men. Wealth is power.

Paris must choose.

You must judge who of us is fairest.

Who are you?

Choose me, Paris. I am Hera.

I can give you wealth beyond your dreams.

Athena brings victory and glory forever.

Look into its face, Paris. See what Aphrodite gives.

The most beautiful woman in the world:

Helen.

- Pollux... - You know you can't go outside the city walls.

Father is furious.

Come on. Let's get you bathed and dressed.

- You can't go to a wedding looking like that. - That big one in front

Is that Agamem... the one who's to marry our sister?

No. That's his father, King Atreus.

See that one there with the beard?

That's Agamemnon. They say that one day he will rule the entire Aegean.

- Now come on. Let's go. - Who's the other one, the young one?

That's his brother, Menelaus, younger by two years

and not too fond of living in his brother's shadow, so I hear.

Come on. Let's get you dressed.

- Where are they from? - Mycenae.

- Where's that? - Never you mind.

Theseus, my king, this is bad timing, don't you think?

The greater the challenge.

Don't get me wrong. I love a challenge

but I just hate to be missing Athens in the springtime.

You know how beautiful that is.

If you want beauty, you'll find it right here beyond those walls.

The most beautiful girl in the world is here in Sparta.

She's just a child.

I'll ripen her like grapes. I'll age her like wine.

When she ages just enough I'll taste her.

Well and fine, but not when the greatest warriors in Mycenae are just behind those walls.

Don't be such a bore. Let's have some fun.

Fun? This is not fun. Fishing is fun.

Playing the lute is fun.

Swimming in shark-infested waters is fun.

Committing suicide is not fun.

High King Atreus, Prince Agamemnon, Prince Menelaus

we welcome you to Sparta.

Great Tyndareus, made greater by his kindness

made greater only by his most dutiful and obedient daughter.

May I present the lovely Clytemnestra.

Clytemnestra

I hereby claim you as my wife.

And who is this?

My youngest, still a child.

An untamed and disrespectful child, I might add.

Her name, my lord?

She is Helen.

Helen.

Father, I will take her to her room.

Yes, indeed you shall.

As punishment for her disrespect, she will miss the wedding feast.

Father-in-Law

I see my bride is distressed.

You're quite right.

Clytemnestra's little sister is but a child

a child who meant no harm.

Why not invite her to join us?

Well, that sounds fair.

I would be honored to be Helen's escort

should the king's legendary kindness permit.

Pollux, see that she's properly dressed.

Yes, father.

Have you ever seen anything like it? So much trouble.

What's all the fuss about?

Don't you understand anything about anything?

You're not a little girl. You're

You're almost a woman. What are you doing?

- I'm no such thing. - You are. Listen. Listen to me.

- Get off for a second. - Listen! - No. I won't.

Helen

Helen, I love you more than life.

I know it's hard to accept

but someday soon, you will marry.

I already know who to.

- You do? - I saw him.

- Where? - In the water.

- You'll marry a fish? - A shepherd.

Oh, that's likely. Helen

I will, Pollux. I had a vision.

- I saw his face and - And what?

He saw mine

and one day he'll find me.

I know it.

I just... I know it.

Good.

Meanwhile, you must be ready for kings and princes to seek your hand.

- Why? - Your beauty, your spirit.

It makes men weak.

Helen, you have no idea what madness lies in men

all men, every one.

Even you?

- There she is. - Ah, yes. I see her.

- Halt there. - Would you hold this, please?

Thank you.

Why are you doing that?

Doing what?

Casting lots, and I know what for too.

You've no right. I'm not some sort of a prize:

Well done, my friend.

So you get the girl and I get the horse.

Well, I'll just have to find myself another stunningly beautiful princess.

- Persephone, perhaps. - She's sweet on pomegranates, I've heard.

I hate pomegranates.

Farewell, my friend.

May the gods be kind.

Who are you?

Theseus, King of Athens.

You don't look like a king.

You'd better get used to me. I'm going to marry you.

I think you've got me confused with my sister.

I'm not the daughter of Tyndareus who does what anybody says.

You're not the daughter of Tyndareus at all.

Of course I am.

Do you think my mother found me under a cabbage leaf?

Some say that.

I don't.

You're Queen Leda's daughter, all right.

There's no mistaking that face.

I'm my father's daughter too.

You'd have to be. That's the way it works.

Tyndareus is my father.

They never told you anything at all, did they?

Told me what?

What do you think happened to your mother?

- She died. - Why?

Because of me. I made her sick.

How? Do you know?

Tyndareus told you you killed your mother?

He didn't have to say it.

He can't look at me.

Your mother took her own life, Helen.

She leapt from the west wall of the palace.

No. You lie.

- Why would she? - She was raped.

Because she was beautiful?

Yeah.

Is that what you intend with me?

- What? - Rape.

I don't rape children. Or are you a woman?

No.

Well, when you are, we'll be good friends. You will be fine.

You can't take away our best stock.

- You should be honored. - Honored? That you steal away our livelihood?

You'll be compensated, fairly, fairly compensated.

Compensated doesn't fill our cows with seed.

Compensation doesn't give us meat. Paris, where are you?

Paris, they're taking your bull.

- That's the property of the king of Troy. - No, he's not. He's mine.

- I raised him. - Hold it.

Leave him. Leave my son alone.

Any other objections?

He will be the grand prize in King Priam's games.

If you wish to negotiate with the winner

you will find him there.

Tell me the truth about my mother.

I need to know. Please.

When it happened Tyndareus was away in Egypt.

When she began to show, a couple of months later

he'd been gone for half a year.

So the kingdom watched her belly swell month after month.

She was disgraced.

She had no husband beside her.

She waited till she had you, then...

Had me?

It was me?

No.

Helen, no! There are wolves.

Do I look like her?

Well, you're younger... and dirtier.

When you grow up, if you grow up and don't make me wring your neck

you'll be even more breathtaking.

Who was it? Who did it?

Tell me who.

Helen, you're the daughter of the greatest god.

Zeus is your father.

That's why your beauty will never be matched.

That's why no man will ever resist it.

You resisted me.

Well

not without great effort.

Let me be your friend.

I think you could do with one.

I must always know the truth

always!

I'm going to Troy. I'll get our bull back.

Troy is no place for people like us.

- I'm going. - No. They'll hurt you.

If these ribs aren't broken, they will be with one more blow.

They can't treat us like that, like we're nothing.

- I'll bring back what's ours. - There's no point.

There is: when I win it.

And so Paris came to Troy.

It was the richest city in the world.

Into it were brought silks from Asia

spices from Arabia, rare woods from Africa:

a feast for the eyes. Both of them. Huh?

From its strategic harbor with its massive walls

Troy controlled all trade north and south of the Aegean

and Paris would control Troy's fate

more than he could know.

Hector.

Are you here to sign up?

What's your name?

- Paris. - Of...

As in where from?

Mount Ida.

All right. Where's your cuirass?

- My what? - Breastplate.

No?

What about a helmet?

Any kind of armor?

Boy, fetch me some of that old armor.

How about your cudgel?

I could use this.

Look here, lad. You can't win

but at least you have to put on a good show.

Go ahead and choose one.

You'll find some better than others.

Why can't I win?

No one ever beats Prince Hector.

Leave your knife on the rack.

Hey, shepherd boy, The hero from Mt. Ida!

Ah, the king's thief.

You're on, shepherd, with your friend.

Go.

Paris of Mt. Ida meets Pres Byterian

commander of the guard.

The winner is Paris of Mt. Ida.

I need better armor.

This old Hittite stuff is junk.

- Is it bad? - It's nothing:

- an old wound. - You shouldn't be fighting.

I have to.

Oh, really? And why is that?

I don't like thieves sent by kings

to steal my livestock for their games and amusement.

The bull?

My bull.

Ah.

My father's games must be fair.

I can't fight a wounded man.

The rules are clear, my lord. You must.

Paris, son...

Paris of Mt. Ida will fight Damien of Argos.

- You're hurt. - I'll be fine.

- Your ribs: you can't - Father, I'll be fine.

The winner is Paris of Mt. Ida.

Paris, you must stop this. I've seen these crush a man's head.

Paris, you must never mind what happened.

We'll survive without our bull.

Paris, you're my only child.

I beg you, come home.

You raised me to be strong

to be loyal

to defend what I believe in.

Paris of Mt. Ida

will fight Hideus of Seronea.

I love you, father.

The winner: Paris of Mt. Ida.

I can't watch my only son get killed.

- He's not your son. - Begone, old shepherd.

- Wait. - He's my father.

- No, Paris, don't. - It's Princess Cassandra.

Alexandros!

My name is Paris.

You should be dead.

Give me a minute.

The final match.

Prince Hector of Troy

against Paris of Mt. Ida.

No.

You must kill him.

These are just games, Cassandra.

You don't understand.

Look. He is good, but he's only a shepherd. He's Alexandros.

He's baby Alexandros.

If you love your family and honor Troy

you must destroy him.

You don't intend to fight me?

I'll fight you the way I live, not Troy's way.

Do you know how to use a dagger, shepherd?

You can't stop wolves with sticks.

What is he doing?

Then use it.

- Kill him. - What?

Come on.

Kill him.

Kill him.

Alexandros?

Kill him.

Do you surrender?

I am prepared to die.

I don't want your life.

Does Prince Hector surrender?

Does Troy surrender?

The winner: Paris of Mt. Ida.

Approach, Paris of Mt. Ida.

Don't look at him, mother.

Alexandros?

Are you Alexandros?

My name is Paris.

Father, what are you doing?

We have our bull. We can go home.

You are home.

Noble King Priam

if someone must be punished, let it be me.

- My son? - There is no doubt, my queen.

I found him on the mountain.

My darling, darling child.

Shepherd

you've done well.

You have brought home our son.

Welcome home

Prince Paris of Troy.

The prophecy has been fulfilled.

What prophecy?

Because you live, we all must die.

How was the ride?

Oh.

Mount Hymettus honey

the best in the world.

How do you know it's the best?

Well, I suppose I don't.

Well, then there's always a chance

you might find something better.

No.

- I want to love. - Well, you will someday.

I'm ready now.

You're young.

I'm a woman.

Someday, someplace you'll find someone better

someone worthier.

When you do, neither the gods' will nor the earth's turning

will keep you from him.

That's how I feel about you.

But, Helen, this has just been... well, a kind of practice.

Someday you'll know the difference.

You always said that we'd marry.

Helen...

Hey.

- Pollux - shh Quiet.

- Why are you here? - We've finally found you.

You're safe now.

Ah.

Leave him.

Let me go.

Let me go. Pollux, make them stop.

Get her out of here. Don't let her see this.

It will warm her heart.

No, Pollux. You don't understand.

Get off me.

Ah.

Pollux, if you love me, hear me.

Let me go.

- No. - It's all right, Helen.

It's a fair price, and I gladly pay it.

No.

No.

Pollux...

No.

With the death of Pollux, Tyndareus had no heir.

The great kings of the Aegean

were drawn to Sparta like moths to the flame.

Odysseus, king of Ithaca remembers the fallen Pollux

and offers his heart to the great king Tyndareus.

Achilles brings greetings from the Myrmidons

who stand shoulder to shoulder with the people of Sparta

to defend the honor of Sparta

and to revenge the blood of the great king Tyndareus.

To die for a woman: it's hard to imagine such weakness.

You cannot comment. You have not seen her.

I don't need to.

- Are you afraid to try? - I'm afraid of nothing.

There.

You shed no tears.

By your actions, you have left me without love or hope

and Sparta without its future king

and you show no grief.

It should have been you who died.

Is there any among you who will take this cursed woman?

Is there any among you

who wishes their home devastated

his country brought to ruin

his heart broken beyond repair?

I leave her to you.

Leave her.

Tyndareus is right.

She'll bring her husband more trouble than he could ever imagine.

The path to her bed is strewn with ash and death.

And yet is there not one man round this table who does not want her?

Do you suggest that every king here draw his sword against the other?

No. Of course not. That would be

What he wants is to have her all to himself.

Isn't that right, little brother?

In truth, if we raise our swords at all

it should be together and pointed in the same direction:

toward riches in Byzantium

or Perseus.

If we unite, we can conquer anything at all

any creature, any nation.

Well spoken, Agamemnon, but you control no army.

Perhaps I should tell you, brothers, that as we speak

our father, the clear-eyed Atreus, lies alone

speaking only with the gods.

In a matter of days they will take him and I will return to the citadel at Mycenae.

Then let us greet you now as our new high king:

mighty Agamemnon of Mycenae!

Agamemnon!

Can we agree to unite in time of war?

- What do you say, Odysseus? - I have a family.

I'd rather plow a field and sow it with salt than go to war.

And you, Achilles?

Some of us may prefer a long and quiet life at home.

I, for one, would live it short

if I knew I could die with a taste of glory on my lips.

You will have it short if one of us takes Helen

and yet

perhaps this is the way that we can unite as Agamemnon wishes.

Good Odysseus, the wisest of us all.

Tell us, o wise one, what do you propose?

Two things:

First, we swear an oath.

What sort of oath?

Whoever takes Helen

can trust that we will defend that man's sole right to her with our lives.

The rest must be content to admire her from afar.

And second?

We cast lots. The winner takes the bride.

Never.

Who

What gives you the right to agree on such a thing?

The right of one man to one vote.

Who in the world has ever heard of that? There is no such thing.

Then we begin here.

Who swears the oath?

Agamemnon, as we two are the only ones who are married

how do you suggest we cast the lots?

Given this noble assemblage

I would say our seals.

The closest to the jar

may claim his bride.

Menelaus

what say you, my brother?

I say the gods have spoken.

And each man here would be wise to keep his oath

or face the everlasting wrath of Mount Olympus.

Your daughter is so lovely!

She reminds me of you

so long ago.

Iphigenia, come.

Say good night to your aunt.

Have you been bouncing?

Oh.

Give your aunt a kiss.

Go to bed, quickly.

Making a child so sweet might be reason enough to live.

You have many reasons, Helen.

Tomorrow you will marry my husband's brother.

We'll be sisters and sisters-in-law both.

Yes.

They are hard men

but it is possible to love them.

Paris?

Father asked to see you.

hmph

He's sending you to Sparta.

Why?

Because he wants you to take a message to the new king Menelaus

younger brother of High King Agamemnon of Mycenae.

High king? Some sort of supreme ruler, is he?

That's right

and now he's talking more against Troy.

Why?

Because we control access to the silks and spices of Byzantium.

What?

I just can't believe people go to war over nutmeg.

Well, they do, Paris, and you'd better get used to it.

Where is he now, this high king of theirs?

I don't know.

Agamemnon's in Sparta for the funeral of Tyndareus and the crowning of Menelaus

and when I get there, it will appear that I've been sent to drive a wedge

between the brothers

who will then kill me and put my head on a spike.

Then Troy will be rid of me, Cassandra will be redeemed

and you can get back to being the sole heir to the throne.

Am I close?

You're being a fool.

Look me in the eye and say that.

Look me in the eye.

Brother, if the gods have divined it, so be it.

Such strong winds, my lord.

The gods must have hurried us here.

Yes, it would seem.

They must favor your mission.

I wouldn't count on it.

Oh.

Helen, I'm the obedient wife

but even I will tell you

he's taken this oath too far.

When you were a child and father punished you

you would always come back fighting.

Why aren't you fighting now?

I've caused such grief and destruction.

Helen, you did not ask to be kidnapped.

Nor rescued, for that matter.

It's not your fault.

It's Paris of Troy.

Bring him here.

You don't know.

Why do you have to do this?

Menelaus commands it. I don't do it for Agamemnon.

Ten thousand men have sworn their lives

to defend the right of Menelaus to have me.

Agamemnon believes the king

should seek proof of my worth.

How can you let them treat you like this?

They can look all they want

but they'll never see me.

Truly magnificent!

Breathtaking!

Wait. We come in peace.

I'll be fine.

He seeks peace, my brother.

There is no peace with Troy.

He bears a letter from their king.

To whom is it addressed?

Do not shame me, brother.

Troy seeks to align with Sparta

and Sparta alone.

They have sent him to drive a wedge between us.

We can let nothing divide the blood of the house of Atreus.

But not now, not here.

Let him remain, freely speaking

until we know enough of Troy to find a way inside its golden walls.

The weight of a crown has made my little brother wise beyond my expectations.

Catch me, Theseus.

Catch me, Pollux.

You!

I've seen you

in the pool.

You saw too.

I've come for you.

It's too late.

The gods decree it:

- Aphrodite herself. - Then the gods torment me.

How can you say that?

When I'm there with them, I feel nothing.

Naked in front of a hundred kings... nothing.

But then tonight

when I saw you

something began to tear away my shield

to expose the one thing that I cannot endure:

hope.

Have it now.

I love you.

Loving me kills people.

It destroys families and causes such grief you cannot imagine.

I've imagined you all these years

and now I've found you, I cannot let you go.

I will never leave you.

The day I do is the day I die.

Go away.

Leave me.

You must never see me again.

You consort with a Trojan, an enemy of Sparta.

- Do you want to be put to death? - Yes, I do.

- What's happened to you? - I've become visible.

You're not making sense about anything.

- You meet some envoy, and before you - No.

I didn't just meet him.

I've loved him for years, before you even married Agamemnon.

That can't be possible.

It's not true, is it?

What's going to happen?

I heard Agamemnon and Menelaus talk of Troy.

And?

Tomorrow they will ask the envoy about his city.

When Agamemnon has learned all he needs to know

we will return to Mycenae and Menelaus

will kill him.

You did well tonight.

The kings were pleased.

Until the envoy arrived.

Yes.

Why is he here?

That makes no matter.

Did he come bearing tribute?

There is no tribute that compares with you.

You are a generous man.

No. I'm a lucky man.

You mean stealing's not a crime in Sparta?

Being caught is the crime, always.

There was a boy: young, no more than 10.

He stole a fox and hid it under his cloak.

He died while being questioned

and when they removed his cloak

they found he'd let the fox gnaw through his body rather than reveal his theft.

Such boys make good soldiers.

Yes, they do.

We train them from the age of seven.

Ours learn to tame horses from a young age.

You must visit our stables whilst you are here.

They're not as grand as your own, I'm sure.

I have heard people say

that the walls of Troy are made of gold.

Is this really true?

No.

But they are beautiful.

Iphigenia, where are you?

Perhaps one day I will see the walls of Troy for myself.

Ah. I've found you.

No man can possess all he desires.

Calchas...

My lord?

My wife tells me

that no man can claim the world.

What say the gods?

Olympus favors the high king

who one day will rule the entire Aegean.

You may bear my children

but never again will you interfere with my affairs.

Is that understood?

Come with me.

You and you, let's go.

Quiet. Let's go.

I thought we were here to make peace.

- We like making peace. - Yes. A lot.

The Greeks have other ideas.

What sort of ideas?

Like cut off our heads, put them on pikes, let birds eat our eyes

that sort of thing.

Prince Paris of Troy

my king bids you a fond good night.

Ah.

Man those oars. Get to the turret.

Go now. You're free.

Without you?

You have my love.

Without you I have nothing.

My lord

the tide begins to turn.

Menelaus is shamed

but he fears to harm me.

Now go.

I beg you, please go.

My lord, the wind is up.

Please.

Please.

Make way, men.

Ready oars.

Ready? Pull.

Ready? Pull.

Ready? Pull.

No.

Hold oars.

Make way.

What have we done?

Oh.

Well fought, Croesus.

Achilles.

Your news precedes you.

As the gods are my witness, I will kill that man. You can be sure of it.

You brought dishonor on yourself and shame to the house of Atreus.

I'll have the Trojan's head on a spike.

- Not without my help. - Ah, yes.

Well, as always, I must bear the weight of your shadow.

You're a smudge on history's ledger, Menelaus

but you are my brother.

What's more, the kings of the Aegean have sworn an oath.

To unite, as I recall.

The oath did not place you in command of me, of my army, or any other.

Do not incur my wrath, little brother. Do not.

These are my terms.

You may have the Trojan

and your whore.

I will take Troy.

You will share no spoils:

not a scrap of broken clay

not an ingot of their basest metal.

Agreed?

I am your brother. Do you agree?

What makes you think the kings will unite behind you?

The gods have written it.

- And you know for certain they favor you in this? - For certain.

Save him.

Swim, Clemyetus.

Throw me the line.

Reach for me.

Ah.

Two months.

The wind remains against us.

The men grow impatient.

I grow impatient, Achilles.

Calchas...

My lord...

When will the winds blow with us?

What say the gods?

Speak, seer.

What must I do?

A terrible thing.

Tell me.

I command you.

The goddess Artemis asks for your daughter.

In trade for fair wind

Artemis demands your daughter's life

here, on this altar.

And this will satisfy the goddess?

But you must hold the knife.

The gods demand it.

Of course they do.

The winds will soon be with us.

Pitch.

Oh.

OK. Ready?

Ready?

Must we leave now that the ship's repaired?

- The men have asked. - I understand. I know.

They have wives, families.

You know, we could stay here, just the two of us.

I promise you I'll make a far better shepherd than I do a prince.

My lord, many ships.

We have to warn Troy.

You must go now.

We must go now.

You can't give Agamemnon an excuse for war.

Agamemnon wants Troy.

He's always wanted Troy.

That's why my father sent me to Sparta.

And now wherever this path may lead

we're on it together.

This way.

Hector, the elders demand to see you

alone.

- Do not harm her. - I'll be all right.

It is you who brings harm to Troy.

Men, thank you. Go home.

You steal the king of Sparta's wife?

And you bring her here

with the entire Aegean fleet on your heels

and you expect us to turn a blind eye to your wanton frolics?

Father, please allow me to present my case.

You have presented us with a war! That is case enough.

Agamemnon presents war, not I.

You sent me to Sparta to confirm it

my king.

Elders of Troy

the high king of Mycenae has fastened himself to Troy

as gateway to the treasures of Byzantium.

The woman belongs to Sparta.

Where she's treated worse than a Hittite whore?

Forced to walk naked among Aegean kings who leer

and spit obscenities.

I did not take her.

I saved her from a people who find no worth in women

place no value on beauty

and seek their only honor through glorious death in battle.

Father, do not listen. The woman brings the end of Troy.

She must be returned to Sparta.

- Where is Helen? - She's being prepared.

- For what? - Her husband.

Does Troy so fear the Aegeans, it turns its face from mercy?

Are the gilded walls of Ilium so weak

they cannot defend kindness and compassion?

Are you all blind?

The woman is a Spartan.

She must leave here. She must go.

She will kill us all.

Good King

your daughter speaks the truth.

I have no right to be here.

Helen...

I wish to return to my husband.

Row.

Row.

Your wife awaits you.

Menelaus, King of Sparta

Odysseus, King of Ithaca

Troy welcomes you.

Great King Priam

we are honored to stand before you.

We know you to be just

and wise

and therefore will see reason

to return to Sparta

what belongs to Sparta.

For what purpose?

Purpose?

You ask us to return to Sparta that which belongs to Sparta.

Is this your property, your chattel or your evening's amusement?

Will you insult me?

I demand you return my wife.

Bold King of Sparta

I ask the question again.

- For what purpose? - Because she is mine.

Because she is my wife.

It is a simple question.

And I will make it painfully simple, if only for your benefit.

You will return Helen

to me

or the combined armies of the Aegean will sack your city

and raze it to the ground.

Good King Priam, if I may speak on the matter.

A man loses his wife to another.

Perhaps she's stolen. Perhaps she goes of her own free will.

It makes no difference.

That man is so consumed

with grief and passion

he becomes rash

even senseless at times.

It would be the same for any man here:

the farmer in the field, the merchant in the street

even a king.

King Menelaus pleads with you to return his wife.

For what purpose, you ask.

For the only purpose that can account for such fervor:

love.

Only that.

King Odysseus, you've spoken well and wisely.

You shall have our answer

before sunrise.

Leave us.

I asked to be returned.

Is that what you want?

It is my duty.

I have two questions.

Do you love my son?

With all my heart.

If I send you back will it stop this war?

Why not?

- I know him. - Menelaus?

The other.

Bring me Achilles.

The main fleet lands here, Agamemnon and I here.

We scale the cliffs to a plain that leads to the marketplace below the city

up a staircase, through an arch in front of the city gates.

The moment we attack, the merchants will retreat to the city

and the weakness of compassion will keep the gates open.

Menelaus, take the beach. We will pass through the market in disguise.

A short life full of glory. Isn't that what you wished?

May the gods smile on our destiny.

I agree with the elders

who have no doubt that the high king of Mycenae comes to Troy

for the purpose of making war.

We are also aware of speculation that he has sacrificed his daughter

for the purpose of securing a favorable wind.

This is not the conduct of a man of peace.

We also agree that to sacrifice your honor

or even your life will not appease his desire

or make peace more likely.

For these reasons

we invite you to consider this city to be your home

for as long as you shall live.

Furthermore, should you choose to renounce

any further affiliation with Sparta

you shall henceforth be known

as Helen of Troy.

Do you accept this offer?

I accept.

It appears they will keep her.

To Troy.

Move ahead.

We need to move the barriers now.

Drop and hold now.

On to Troy.

There is no time.

Move away.

Soldiers! Alert the guards.

You've brought all this upon us, Paris

you and your golden Aphrodite.

They're coming.

Onward.

Fall before Achilles.

Archers

fire.

I fear for Agamemnon. He should be here by now.

Spartans, follow me.

Bring armors.

Ten of your best men.

Back to Troy.

Agamemnon.

Unfortunate.

Paris.

Thank you, brother.

Retreat from the archers.

Head them off.

Now.

Fall back.

There.

Quickly.

Close the gates.

Well done, my boy. Thank you, father.

I owe you my life.

We are blood.

What say you now, sister?

Will Troy still burn?

Don't ask a question if you don't want an answer.

Well, Cassandra, is there an answer?

For 10 years the Greeks will pillage our country

and attack our gates.

For 10 years they will raid the southern shores

enslave our neighbors

fatten themselves on their butchered cattle

become rich with spoils

and our friends will flee here and flee here

flee here

until these walls are packed with broken people

and our city is filled with sorrow, our streets flooded with tears

until there will not be one of us

with food to eat, water to drink or air to breathe.

- Cassandra! Enough! - The war will not be over until the curse is lifted.

You all know it. Why can you not understand? Why do you not believe?

Because, child, we must not believe you.

We cannot believe you.

- Paris must die. - Stop her, father.

- I cannot stop. - I will not stop until you listen.

Cassandra, please. You don't know what you're saying.

I say the truth, only the truth

but none of you have seen

what I see.

She's mad.

Enough.

This family, this city speaks with one voice.

There will be no dissent.

Guard, take her away. Put her in the dungeon.

A creature will come, a creature that eats men.

He will eat you, father, and you

and you, and you.

He will eat all of you.

You all will die.

And so 10 years passed beneath the walls of Troy.

At home our own cities crumbled into ruin.

The men had lost all their dreams.

They'd forgotten what their own wives looked like.

But I could not forget, and Agamemnon would not forget

and so we stayed

and stayed.

- Well, I'm glad that there is laughter in here. - Really.

There is none outside in the camp.

The men want to go home.

Menelaus is right. My wife has suitors breaking down the door.

Her weaving ruse will only last so long

and 10 years is too long.

We must finish this war

or go home.

- So we shall. - So we shall what?

Fight or retreat?

Both.

When the outcome of Troy is determined, I wish to know it.

You seem sad.

What?

A message:

Agamemnon proposes peace.

At what price?

This war has gone on too long.

I propose

we negotiate an end to it.

On what terms?

Paris fights Menelaus

in single combat.

Whoever wins

claims Helen.

Helen belongs to Troy.

No matter who wins

we will leave.

If you speak for Menelaus, it's you I should fight.

My brother?

I challenge you, Paris

to the death

for my wife

and for my honor.

- Your weapon? - The javelin.

I accept.

These belonged to Atreus.

It is he you avenge today.

Can you envision a future

where some feckless Trojan

leaps up onto the tomb of the great Menelaus

and proudly recounts this day?

Can you see that day, my brother?

Can you even imagine it?

Oh. Ah.

Revenge the house of Atreus.

Die, Trojan.

Die.

The gods must be on your side.

I could have told you that.

I know this substance.

How long have I got?

The Thracians use it to hunt monkeys.

It's not lethal, just unfair.

I swear I did not know.

Tell me something.

Do you

Do you honestly believe that you deserve her more than I do?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

We took an oath.

I am ashamed, the way we

the way I treated her.

Somehow, I feel

you're not much like your brother.

Something you might have noticed in Sparta, before you abused my hospitality.

Before you had me killed, you mean.

I might have let you go.

Probably not.

Is she well?

Yes.

Does she ever

Has she spoken of me?

Now I must ask you something.

Agamemnon wants Troy, not Helen.

Yes.

Then why are we trying to kill each other?

His amusement.

Have you ever thought someday you should defy him?

Can you walk?

I think so.

There's Menelaus.

You're alive! A misunderstanding.

Paris lives.

All hail Prince Paris.

They will fight again tomorrow.

No. We will settle this today.

I will take the place of my brother.

Hector...

I challenge you, High King Agamemnon

but this time without poison.

You do not stand for me. I cannot allow you to fight for me.

I stand for Troy.

- I fight for my country. - Not my firstborn.

Hector, it is for me to end it with Agamemnon.

It is my path to follow.

You are my mortal brother

and I am proud to share your journey.

Hector, my boy, come back within these walls, I beg you.

I stand for High King Agamemnon.

I've skewered nothing but rabble for the last 10 years. I'm sick of it.

I thirst for royal blood.

Mighty Achilles, Helen is not your fight.

- I do not fight for Helen. - Then for what?

Something a Trojan could never understand.

Achilles fights for his own hollow pride.

He honors nothing but his own image in the glass.

He hungers only for glory. If you do not feed him, he will starve.

Hector, my boy, pity your mother's misery... and mine.

I beg you, do not hand over your glory and your own sweet life

to such a brutal, war-loving dog.

You throw first.

- We should draw lots. - No.

Go ahead. Take it.

I'm waiting.

You should have hit me when you had the chance.

- I don't fight that way. - I do.

No.

No.

Achilles, take me.

Die, Hector.

Today I feed your son to my dogs.

Tomorrow they will devour your Prince Paris.

hyah

- Cassandra? - Leave me.

Paris believes Aphrodite protects him.

Can you see? You bring ruin to my house

kill my family, destroy my world

and you expect me to soothe your worries.

How dare you!

- My brother is dead. - Yes.

It wasn't a question.

Then you must know why I'm here.

I will do anything to save him, anything. Tell me what to do.

- See me. - I do.

See me.

See me.

Achilles dies. The war begins again. Ajax dies.

Odysseus is wounded, also Agamemnon.

When the day's sun sets, only Menelaus will be left to lead.

Paris won't die?

Not today.

- And if I - Give myself up?

If you surrender to Agamemnon, the Aegeans will leave.

- And Paris? - He will live.

Wake Prince Paris, quickly.

- Sire, your lady has left the palace. - Huh?

hyah

hyah

hyah

Brave Trojans, please

I thank you with all my heart

but this is a weight I must bear alone.

High King of Mycenae

I come to end this war.

Just like that?

I will do your bidding.

My bidding?

A trade:

the daughter of Zeus for the body of Hector.

And you think that's enough?

Do you think my daughter's death was for nothing?

hmm? Is that what you think?

Is that what you're saying?

Can you even imagine the innocence in her eyes

as she reached out for her own father?

He held her in his arms

raised her up...

Poor little love!

So full of trust!

As if he somehow was capable of good!

And then that startled look!

Can you imagine?

No.

Then I will tell you.

There is no trade.

Not you

not Troy

not even my own life will balance the scales.

Now, do you understand?

Yes, I understand.

Your rage destroys worlds

but it is yourself you hate.

Achilles...

Achilles...

Achilles...

Achilles...

Achilles...

Agamemnon

we end this now, right here, to the death.

whoa I stand for High King Agamemnon.

hyah

hyah

Paris!

- It's Paris. - After him.

You've given me a hundred lifetimes worth of happiness.

Paris

Paris

please stay.

Please stay.

Please.

Goddess

he wouldn't believe the prophecy.

He always saw the fire in Cassandra's dream as a burning love for you.

My king, the Greeks have sailed.

Can it be possible?

Search their camp.

- Mommy... - What is it?

What is that?

I've never seen anything like that.

The Aegeans are not to be trusted, nor their gifts.

Archers

burn it.

Noble king, this is a day of great sadness for you.

Still, we must not be rash.

This, whatever it is, might be an offering

or a gift to honor the great horse tamers of Troy.

Hands that built this killed my sons.

What is he saying?

It seems they've left him here as some kind of sacrifice.

What about the creature they left behind? Why so big?

An offering to their goddess Athena.

It's big to shadow our city.

They say we cannot get it inside our gates.

That's what they think, do they?

hmm

Dig him out.

It's too big.

Cassandra?

Can you see what happens?

I see you

following.

What am I following?

Who? Where am I going?

Where you belong.

I belong with Paris.

I gave myself up. It didn't save him.

You gave yourself up

but you didn't surrender, did you?

Did you?

Do you see him?

No, not yet.

I hear them playing.

I can always tell that sweet laughter.

Little Hector.

Do you see them?

Yes. I see them.

Are they all right?

Yes, they're all right.

When they grow up

they will make you so proud of them

so very, very proud!

You gave me such beautiful children

such beautiful children!

We are free, my friend.

Well done, cousin.

Spare my queen.

Bring her.

My lord, this way.

As I said

no trade.

No.

No.

Leave her.

Helen

what has he done?

Go.

Go quickly.

Clytemnestra

I told you once:

never interfere.

I come for Iphigenia.

She's not here.

I know.

My daughter!

My daughter!

War is waged by nations

but it is human beings that pay the price.

For those of us that survived, we are left with the memory

of shame and misery and bloodshed. The king is dead.

In these dark times

the only thing we have left to hold on to is love

the one true gift of the gods

and it is through love

that we hope and pray

the gods will send us peace.

- Paris... - Brave Helen...

Wherever you are, take me with you.

I cannot.

Will we ever meet again?

I've prepared your place.

Good.

Do you think I would kill you, Helen?

I do not thank you for my life.

I understand.

I cannot love you.

What will you do?

I will follow.

I accept.