All language subtitles for Olympus s01e03 Ring of the Magi.eng

[whimpering in terror]

[Medea]: You knew

my son didn't have
the Lexicon inside him

because you'd already
given it up.

Inside you lies the power

to open the doors to Olympus,

and anyone
who enters Olympus

becomes a god.

Would you have me lead
the King's armies

in a tunic?

Don't be ridiculous.

I didn't put you in charge
so you could lead.

[yelping]

Pull him up!

It's Daedalus
the inventor!

He's a genius!

Kiss your lord and master.

The Ring of the Magi?

You know
what this means?

He appeared not to know
about the Ring.

[Medea]: But you could
tell he was lying?

Yes.

[together]:
Where are you going?

To look for the Ring.

Where?

In the Forest of Troezen.

There really is no need
to involve the warrior priests.

I am more than capable of
finding the Mercenary myself.

[Oracle]: You're going to
go home and fetch the Ring

so that your father,
King Aegeus,

knows who you are
when you knock on his door.

[chanting] King of Athens!
King of Athens!

[eagle cries]

King of Athens! King of Athens!

[chanting echoes]
King of Athens...

King of Athens! King of Athens!

King of Athens!
King of Athens!

Oracle!

Now take
a step back.

Why?

How did I get here?

You ran.

Before we noticed
where you were,

you were running
towards the edge.

What happened?

It was a vision.

The same vision I've had before,

only this was more powerful
than any I've ever had.

Of what?

Well?

What did you see?

Should we hide
in a hole

and wait for
the end of the world

as we know it?

Yes.

Yes?

I mean...

yes, it was
the end of the world,

or will be.

It was the end of us,

and the end of the Gods.

Does she do this often?

I haven't
known her very long.

Do you do this often?

Perhaps...

you will be the one
to stop it.

Perhaps we all will.

Maybe that's why the Gods
have brought us together.

If the Gods are counting
on us to save the world...

[chuckles ruefully]

we are certainly doomed.

We should move
away from here.

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Blessed Athena,

accept this offering

as thanks
for guiding my priests.

May they return with
the eldest son of Aegeus to me

quickly,

so that I can unravel
the mysteries of the Lexicon

and deliver my loved ones.

The leaves
on the olive tree

are yellowing.

I hear that a fungus
grows from within.

When the roots are infected,
the entire tree withers.

What do you recommend?

Cut down the sick tree,
nurture the sapling.

The sapling is still young.

A young sapling
is easier to bend and shape.

Indeed, but it is tended

by very clever
and devious hands.

A woman's hands may be devious,

but they are not as strong
as a man's.

Nevertheless, she will
hold on until grim death.

So be it.

You are bold, indeed,
Priest Xerxes.

I have seen many olive trees
ripen and wither,

and, frankly, we cannot risk

another poor harvest.

I hear that no matter
how much she waters it,

the tree will not recover.

You gave him only half a cup?

As you instructed.

You didn't add
more bloodroot, did you?

Bloodroot?

No, ma'am.

I just gave him
the cup you left

in case he woke.

And he drank it all?

He was very thirsty.

I'll have to find something
more powerful to revive him.

When is their next
major festival?

Pylos...

the Festival of Pylos

falls on a crescent moon,
which...

is tomorrow.

What does that mean?

It's just...

I don't know...

a wild idea.

You are extraordinary,
Majesty,

a god already.

This is your moment.

The Lybian army
tricked the barbarians

by lighting fires on small rafts

and floating them
across the river at night.

I'm afraid I don't
understand, Prince Lykos.

How does that help
our efforts here?

The barbarians' god
was a god of fire.

When they saw flames
floating over the water,

they thought it a sign
and hurried towards them.

Where the Lybian army
was waiting?

They rose up
out of shallow water,

slaughtered and drowned men
twice their size.

You certainly are
a font of military history,

but I still don't see

how that's relevant to us.

The Lybians knew
their enemy's customs

and beliefs,

and used them to devise
the right strategy.

But the Minoans,

they worship Poseidon,
God of the Sea.

And his bullheaded offspring,
the Minotaur.

Ah.

Shall we set fire to 20 bulls,
have them charge their camp?

Not set fire to them,
poison them.

What nonsense is this?

Our men are already starving,

and you would poison
their only livestock?

General Proteus is right,
Prince Lykos.

We've only a handful
of oxen left.

We poison them
so that they poison the enemy.

The Minoans offer
a sacrifice to Poseidon

on the Festival of Pylos,

and feast.

Then, while sleeping,
dead or dying,

we steal their entire herd
from under their noses.

The Festival of Pylos?

Isn't that...

Tomorrow.

You're a cunning strategist,
indeed, Prince Lykos.

[panting]

We're all ruled
by the same gods,

son of Aegeus,

and, indeed, the same king,
your father.

A reasonable man might say

we're all fighting
on the same side.

So why not deliver the Ring
to your Queen

and let her help you solve

the riddle of the Lexicon?

Queen?

Medea, Aegeus's wife.

The point is,

you're not going to
solve the riddle

without her,

so you may as well tell us
where you've hidden the Ring.

Oh, I see.

You're saying
that the Ring is the key

to unlocking the Lexicon.

Quiet.

I suppose that's why
King Aegeus stole it

in the first place.

Can't we shut him up?

If you don't mind me saying,
you're not very persuasive.

How can you possibly hope
to earn a man's trust

when you tie him up
and mash his face into a rock?

Did I ask for your advice?

Come, come...

The art of interrogation

requires a more complete
understanding of the interrogee.

Look into his heart,
know his hopes and dreams,

then choose
a line of questioning

which will elicit
the response you require.

There's no need
to lose your temper.

I'm simply trying to help.

I, too,
would like nothing more

than to know where he's hidden
the Ring of the Magi.

You're not helping, Daedalus.

Daedalus?

Oh.

It seems my reputation
precedes me.

King Minos's
genius inventor?

Just "genius"
will suffice.

Why are you here?

You tied me up
and dragged me here,

remember?

How did you
come across Daedalus?

He dropped
out of the sky.

What?

He was...
he was flying.

Oracle, when I
cut this rope,

your arms and your legs
will be ripped from your body.

[crying]

I've only done this once,

to a tax collector
in Borysthenes,

but I can tell you

that he lived for
quite some time afterwards,

dying a slow
and pitiful death.

I'm telling you the truth!

He made wings!

And he just happened
to land near you?

Yes!

Bring him nearer.

I want him
to see her die.

No!

[shouting in protest]

[ropes stretching]

[gasping in pain]

What makes you think I care?

Oh, I've seen
the way you look at her.

A country boy
brought up in isolation?

You're infatuated, aren't you?

Hmm?

Perhaps even in love.

Let's test that theory.

Cut the rope.

You're bluffing.

And after you've killed
your favorite Oracle,

what then, Daedalus?

Perhaps.

And after him?

You can't kill me,

or you'll lose
the Lexicon altogether.

He could torture you.

Just following your logic.

[groaning in pain]

I could torture you,

but first,

you simply have to see this.

[screaming in agony]

[screaming in agony]

I said stop! Stop!

I said stop!

He said stop!

[screaming in agony]

I'll tell you where it is!

Ah! Cyrus!

What is it, my dear?

[gasping]
He's ready to talk.

Mother...

This is not a good time, Lykos.

You don't have to stop
what you're doing.

I just want to
ask you something.

I've heard of a poison

that you can give
to an animal

that won't kill
that animal,

but will kill
anyone who eats it.

Poison?

I think it's
called bloodroot?

Apparently, it will
put a man to sleep,

or make him go mad
and even kill him.

Who have you been talking to?

Priest Xerxes said

the only person he knew
who would have some was you.

Did he?

Apparently,
it's quite rare,

and that's
what worries me.

Oh?

I need a lot.

What for?

It's complicated.

What's going on, Lykos?

Do you have some or not?

No.

It's very dangerous.

Tell Priest Xerxes

I would never use
such a toxic herb.

I see.

Thank you, Mother.

How much further?

Not far.

Cool waves lap at your feet.

The morning sun's healing rays
warm your heart.

Listen to the sea, my love.

Feel the soft sand,

the fresh breeze.

You've been swept
back to shore,

home again.

Wake,

and kiss your Queen.

Wake!

Keep him cool.

And drip water
into his mouth

from time to time.

But only water.

As you wish.

No one but me.

Understood?

In there?

How far down?

You keep going
till you come to a stone ledge,

and there you'll find
a small fissure in the rock,

and in that, a wooden box.

I'm not going down there.

You are.

Well, untie me then.

I can't breathe.

Good.

I'm running out of rope.
Get me some more.

What you need
is a pulley system.

Reminds me of the time
I hauled two oxen

through a four-story window.

Shut... up.

Ah! Steady on.

How much further?

More.

[rope releases]

No.

One of you has to go down there
to fetch him back up.

Oh!

[screams]

[Cyrus]: I'm all right!

I see something,

further down.

A light!

There's another
passage down here...

I'd be on your guard,
if I were you.

He knows these woods

better than I know
the roof of my mouth.

[gasping and strangling]

Hurry.

[Cyrus]: ...and it leads...

all the way back here.

Kouros?

Will your prodigy
be ready?

He grows in stature
by the hour.

But will he be ready?

Frankly, I'm more concerned
with his mother.

Don't be.

Such confidence.

I'm impressed.

I hope it's well placed.

She will not escape us again.

It must be done
in plain sight

so that the court,

and her son, of course,

can see it was
the hand of god, not man.

A tribute to Apollo.

Hmm, very good.

And what of tonight's
outlandish raid?

Have you secured
the toxin?

Enough to kill an army.

[bird flutters]

What was that?

You've made sure
of your support?

My priests will float
their Queen

down the River Styx

in a vessel of gold
and laurel leaves.

We shall all mourn her.

And save our beloved Athens.

How many?

400 head.

How many men
did we lose?

None.

The Minoans
guarding the herd

didn't even know
we were there.

Probably won't wake up
for days.

Just as the Prince
predicted.

The boy's got a head
on his shoulders,

no doubt about it.

A feast.

We should celebrate

by giving thanks to Apollo.

Apollo?

And as our Queen,

and mother
to your golden son,

we ask that you
lead the tribute

to the Prince Regent.

Lykos is not
Prince Regent.

He doesn't rule
instead of his father.

He's merely his consort.

Your people,

they see the architects
of their salvation

and want to express
their love.

My son doesn't need
their love.

Tell your priests

to forget their tributes

and concentrate on
caring for the sick

and wounded.

Apollo's fire,
it's already lit.

The tribute,
it's set for tonight...

Call it off, Xerxes.

If we do not
allow our people

to express themselves,

they will find other ways
to thank the Gods.

But if you prefer that
I carry the holy flame...

Yes.

Yes, you carry the flame,

while I watch from the throne.

You would sit in the throne?

I am regent.

If anyone rules
while the King recovers,

it is his Queen.

Of course, Majesty.

[Daedalus]: Where is the Ring?

[Hero]: I told you,
I don't know.

[Oracle]: Then why have
you come home for it?

That's my business.

Well, you must have
some idea where to look,

or you wouldn't have
rushed back here.

Look, I'm no genius,

but I know

that you can't solve
the riddle of the Lexicon

on your own.

You need our help.

Believe me, it's no coincidence

that the Gods have paired you
with an oracle and a scientist.

Yes.

Yes?

Oh, yes.

After all, you were born
to sit on that throne.

It feels a little strange.

The instruments
of power

are as mysterious
as they are burdensome.

It doesn't feel right.

You'll get used to it.

Perhaps, but only
when it's time.

That time might come
at any moment,

and when it does,

you, Majesty,
must be ready.

"Majesty?"

Don't be silly, uncle Pallas.

King.

The Gods have chosen you
to carry their light.

From now on, I will
call you Majesty.

Stop it.
I'm not your king yet.

Lykos,

your father lies dying.

Athens stands
on the brink of destruction,

our people facing genocide.

This is no time
for modesty or doubt.

Hold your head high
and accept your destiny.

We need you.

Mother!

He knows nothing of this!

Tell us where you've
hidden our ring, or we will kill him.

For the love of Eirini,
why won't you believe me?

Bandits came in the night

many years ago,

stole everything we had.

Kill him.

No!

Ah!

[cries out, groans in pain]

Son!

No!

I'll get something
to stop the bleeding.

[gasping]

Mother...

No...

I'm sorry.

But what happened
to the cloaked woman?

I never saw her again.

She must have believed
your mother's story,

otherwise
she wouldn't have left.

She was wounded.

A little blood

is nothing
to their kind.

You know who they were?

She called it
"their" ring, didn't she?

If the Ring of the Magi
is indeed "their" ring,

then it stands to reason
that they are the Magi.

The Magi?

Grisly
Babylonian mystics

whose sole goal in life

is to banish the Gods
from our earth

so they can welcome
their one true god.

What do you mean,
one true god?

They believe in
a single god

who does everything.

Ridiculous notion, I know,
but there it is.

One would assume

that their ring is designed
to harm the Gods in some way,

not help open the door
to Olympus,

which is why I was
surprised to hear

that Medea, Queen of Athens,

thought it was the key
to solving the Lexicon.

Hmm.

But you knew
your mother was lying.

That story
about the bandits.

That's why you thought

the Ring might still
be here.

Am I right?

Daedalus, please.

What?

I'm sorry, Mercenary.

No, he's right.

We were never
attacked by bandits.

Ha!

Well, then if she knew
where the Ring was,

why didn't she save herself
and give it up?

Then they'd
certainly kill her,

and her son.

That's the sort of
cold-blooded barbarians

those pagans
really are.

So...

if you don't know
where it is,

why have you
come back here?

My mother never
kept secrets from me.

She never lied.

She was trying to
tell me something.

I'm certain of that now.

Like a coded message?

Let's see, uh...

bandits taking everything.

Is there a river nearby
named Bandit?

Or a, uh, a well, perhaps?

Oh, wait, wait,

there was something else,
wasn't there?

Something about Eirini.

"For the love of Eirini," yeah.

Did she say that often?

Never once
that I can remember.

A very unusual deity.

I don't know anyone who pays her
a blind bit of notice.

She's the Goddess of Peace.

Huh, that
explains it.

Eirini is one of the Horae.

She wears ears of corn
to symbolize wealth.

Does that mean anything to you?

She also carried
a cornucopia.

Did your mother keep
any cornucopias lying around?

And of course,
her symbol of peace

was the olive branch.

What is it?

She took your bait?

Spectacularly.

Remember, this must look
like an act of god.

She insisted on watching
from the throne.

To be clear,

she wants to sit on the throne?

As regent.

Our effort doesn't come
a moment too soon.

Can we talk?

Alone.

You've created
quite a stir, Lykos.

I'm impressed.

I always knew you were
an exceptional child.

After all, you are my son,

but I admit you've exceeded
my expectations.

I'm not a child anymore.

No. You're
a leader of men.

But, clever as you are,

you may have
missed something.

The tribute tonight, to Apollo,

to celebrate your recent
and extraordinary victory

may not be all it seems.

In what way?

Has anyone suggested

you lead the tribute?

No, they just want me there,
that's all.

You should be mindful

of your adoring
court, Lykos.

What do you mean?

Those who would
want you as regent,

to rule in place of your father,

they cannot be trusted.

They will use you

to further
their own ambitions,

and undermine
your father, and me.

I will always
protect you, Mother.

You need to leave
the military council

so we can continue our work
on the Lexicon.

Now is not a good time...

Nothing is more important

than solving
the riddle of the Gods.

Of course,
and I'll return to it soon,

but right now everyone
is counting on me

to help with the war effort.

They look up to me.

Be careful, Lykos.

If you climb too far too fast,
you may not survive the fall.

That is a risk
I'll have to take.

This is no time
for modesty or doubt.

You sound like
your uncle Pallas.

Excuse me, Mother.

I need to get ready
for the tribute.

My mother used to say,

if it ever bore fruit,

its olives would be
the tastiest in the forest.

Why?

It looks horrible.

She was being ironic.

No, I think
she meant it.

Often, the ugliest things
are the sweetest.

Well done.

[grunting with effort]

You certainly know your way
around a piece of rope,

son of Aegeus.

You'll have your pick

if you ever need a job
as a thief, acrobat,

or executioner.

Do you ever
shut up?

When I'm asleep,

although even then

I've been known to
sing Orphic psalms.

Heavens know why.

I've never learnt any.

[grunting with effort]

[screams in pain]

What is it?

[roaring with effort]

Mercenary!

What happened?

Are you... are you hurt?

No.

Well, what happened?

Did you fall?

Yes.

But how?

You just disappeared.

Time stood still.

I just seemed to float down.

Did you find the Ring?

It would have
landed here somewhere.

Where's Daedalus?

Holy Mother,

moon, star, and sea, show me
your smile, your sweet breath.

Let the wind carry
a message to my door.

Guide me at this hour of need.

[wings flapping, dove coos]

[roars angrily]

I hope that's the last
black bird you have hidden

in the folds
of your robe, Kouros,

but it's not, is it?

You've got an entire menagerie
in there, don't you?

I don't see why

you have to keep
announcing our failures.

Ow!

[wincing in pain]

How's the knee?

Hurts like a bloody...

Why are you
in such a hurry then?

I know what you're thinking.

Why would I suddenly pick up

and run off like that

without saying goodbye.

It's a perfectly
reasonable question

to which, frankly,

I have no answer.

Where's the Ring?

[sighs]

What makes you think
I have it?

What were you
going to do with it?

Do? What do you mean, do?

You don't strike me

as the sort of man
to steal for money,

so it stands to reason
that you took it

because you know
how to harness its power.

Perhaps
I took it to protect you.

Hmm?

So you do have it.

Not necessarily.

I'm just following
your logic.

There are many reasons
why a man might steal a ring,

and not all of them are bad.

- Oh...
- How could you!

Why did you steal it?

We haven't established
for certain

that I have it yet.

There's much

that Daedalus,
the great inventor,

hasn't told us.

Hand it over.

No.

For instance, he was
just about to explain

exactly what he was
going to do with it.

No, I wasn't.

Then I'm afraid

I'm going to have to
hang you from that tree,

strip you,

search you until
I've found the Ring,

then leave you there
to die of thirst.

But I...

I'm an old man.

That will only
make my job easier.

Good god of mercy.

I don't want to touch it.

Really?

Why not?

She can carry it.

Well, in that case,
let me be the one...

Just give it to her.

Now then,

before I do to you

what I did
to the Paladin,

tell me what you were
going to do with the Ring.

There's no need for that tone.

It was forged from a metal
not known to man

30,000 years ago,

when the Gods built the kingdom

that now lies
crumbling around us.

Like the Temple
of Gaia?

Whatever that was,

it certainly wasn't
a temple to them.

How can you be sure?

The Gods don't
worship gods.

That's a folly reserved for man.

Daedalus, the Ring.

The Magi believe the Ring
has the power to kill a god.

I don't know
about that,

but I'm certain it hides a power

greater than anything
we can imagine.

How would you use
that power?

Give me a month in my workshop,
testing its strengths,

pushing its limits,
then I will tell you.

I need to return the Ring
to my father

so he'll know who I am.

That's a terrible
waste, son of Aegeus.

I wonder which god wore it.

Whoever it was
didn't wear it on their finger.

Why not?

The Gods wouldn't
have built

such large temples

unless they were 10 times
the size of man.

What is it?

Someone's out there.

Hurry.

Majesty.

Your priests ask

that you lead the tribute
to Apollo

and carry his eternal flame.

Me?

Why?

As God of Truth,

Apollo will only accept
a tribute

from the true leader of Athens.

My father is
the true leader of Athens.

You brought hope
to your desperate followers.

Please accept our blessings

and embrace your place
in their hearts.

Very well.

I will carry Apollo's flame
as Prince of Athens,

not as regent.

That title belongs to my mother.

As you wish, Majesty.

[drums beating]

Rejoice!

The Queen!

Your regent.

The robe!

Behold!

Light of Apollo!

This robe is covered in oil.

Stop! Stop!

[trumpets blasting]

Someone help your Queen!

The robe is covered in oil!

Lykos, stop!

Stop, Lykos! Stop!

No, Lykos!

You mourn me already?

You take my throne?

No, Majesty.

I am merely regent.

Regent?

I don't need a regent!
[roaring]

I am your King!

Sit at my feet, whore.

Son!

Come here.

Kneel before your King.

Kiss my feet, child.

Rejoice and honour
the Father of Athens!

Are you sure it wasn't
an animal or something?

Shh!

Oh.

[sobbing]

I did everything as you said,

added more bloodroot
to make the King sleep,

but the Queen gave him
a different tonic,

something
I've never seen before.

Did you not think
to warn me?

He woke suddenly,

caught me by surprise,
Your Grace.

I understand.

I have loved you...

more than any woman
I have ever known.

And I love you still.

[gasps]

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