NARRATOR: Here was Troy 3000 years ago, a city of destiny...
... so situated that it dominated the Hellespont...
... today known as the Dardanelles.
This was the only sea route to and from the east.
As a result, Troy grew prosperous...
... a tempting prize of war for the Greek nations.
The Trojans had long memories of the time when the Greeks, led by Sparta...
... had pillaged and burned the city of their fathers.
They had prepared strong defenses against the possibility of future assault.
That is why new Troy, their rebuilt city...
... was guarded by mighty walls, an impregnable shelter...
... for a happy people in love with beauty.
In the palace square and the busy streets...
... the industrious citizens were enjoying the works of peace...
... as though this carefree era would last forever.
There was Lord Aeneas, nephew of King Priam...
... on his way to the palace...
... where the future of Troy was being weighed by the royal council.
MAN: And so we've locked out the understanding of nations...
...and we've locked in the poison. Trojans jumping at every rumor...
...pointing fingers at each other. I tell you there's only one solution.
Have your way. Go to Sparta. Go wherever you will...
...but don't try to drag the destiny of Troy with you.
What destiny, to live like a crab in a shell?
We live well. We tax traders at the sea gate. That's our blood.
Stupidity! We'll choke on our own fat unless we sail our ships of trade.
But how can we, when every harbor is an enemy's?
- Oh, I'm sick of your crazy dreams. MAN 2: Careful, brother.
Paris has always been able to crack your neck.
And you can thrash us both.
- Tell him he's a fool, Hector! PRIAM: My sons...
...the fool is the man who makes a quarrel of a debate.
Paris, I bless your plan to sail to Sparta.
I know I can trust you not to beg for peace.
I'll try to convince the Greeks our power makes a treaty advisable.
I'd convince them.
I'd take 100 ships of war and burn the soil of Sparta black!
I'm sure you would, Polydorus, and create endless war.
And you, Hector, do you aspire to anything...
...but to excel at swordplay and boxing? - Yes, sire.
- The javelin and the discus. PRIAM: Ah.
Hector's a good son, Priam.
And a good husband, my lord. Is that not sufficient glory?
By your leave, Paris' ship is ready to sail.
PRIAM: Do the gods approve the day and the hour?
The omens are good and also the prophecies, with but one exception.
One troubled priestess of the temple.
- My daughter. - Don't be angry, Priam.
- Cassandra is ill. - Sick in the mind.
Arise, Paris...
...and go.
The virgin Cassandra does make one point that causes me much concern.
Prince Paris, it appears, gives all his worship to one goddess alone.
- Aphrodite. - I'm not sure I worship anything.
No.
Admiration is the better word.
Admiration for the beauty of a marble image.
It was not the goddess of beauty who taught us to arm against our enemies...
...but Athena, the goddess of wisdom...
...and the patroness of the horses of war.
Athena does not rejoice in this...
This solitary adoration of yours.
Neither is she delighted that you undertake a mission of peace.
And I suppose that evil horse of hers will spring out and trample me.
Very well. Let it come, my lord...
...if that's the price of living in a world of fables.
WOMAN: Do not say that, Paris.
Do not seek peace elsewhere, dear brother...
...until first you have pacified Athena.
My little Cassandra, there can be no postponement.
Give me your blessing for a happy voyage.
I cannot bless what I see in your future.
PRIAM: Cassandra!
- Cassandra, stop this. - But, Father, it's true.
What I see and feel is true.
Go, Paris.
Come, Cassandra.
- Come and rest a while. - How can I, Mother?
Oh, I wish it hadn't been given me...
...this agony I live with.
[CHEERING]
CASSANDRA: Paris!
Paris, don't go. Please don't go.
- I must sail at once. - Lf you have any love for Troy...
...don't bring this dreadful thing upon us.
- And I thought you loved me best of all. - I do, but...
...the noise, the storm grows so great.
The screaming of horses, the cries of dying men.
- Take care of her. - My dear, my dear.
Perhaps it could not be otherwise.
What must be, no one can change.
Where are we today? Elysium?
Far from it. We're nearing Sparta...
...a harsh military land, where a man will cut off his arm to prove he's brave.
- I wonder what the women look like. - My profound Cousin Aeneas.
To think deeply, Paris, one must think of women.
They bring all life into the world and much death.
- They sway the destinies of men. - Not my destiny.
What's the matter?
Oh, just a quickening of the breeze.
But I don't like the hot breath of it.
Oh, it's nothing. Only one drifting cloud up there.
[THUNDER CLAPPING]
[WIND BLOWING]
Up the mast with you!
- I command you! Climb the mast! - Drop the sail!
My prince, the ropes are fouled, and these men refuse to climb the mast.
- I'll flay them! - No!
There's only one way to cure these fantasies.
No, my prince, not you. No!
Paris!
Paris! Paris!
Paris!
[DOG BARKING]
WOMAN: Megas!
Aphrodite.
What?
Some ship had bad luck.
She does exist.
- Who? PARIS: The fairest goddess.
WOMAN 2: This creature is crazy.
But with a nice sort of craziness.
What was your ship?
The Dolphin...
...of Troy. - A Trojan.
Cut him loose, Andros.
Maybe we can warm some life into him before we turn him over to the soldiers.
Women! Why warm a man to cut his throat?
Oh.
Cover him up, quickly.
We're looking for our sovereign lady, the Queen of Sparta.
She came to the shore to visit a nurse of her childhood days.
- My lady. - I left orders not to be disturbed here.
SOLDIER: But there are certain developments...
...which make this beach unsafe today.
A strange ship was sighted running out of the storm.
We couldn't go after her. Heavy seas.
She might have been Trojan. It's possible she left spies.
You see Trojan phantoms everywhere.
- This was no phantom ship. - The emblem of the royal House of Troy.
SOLDIER: The king would want me to insist that his queen return at once.
Inform King Menelaus that Cora is taking excellent care of me.
Go along now.
Very well, my lady.
Andraste!
- Andraste, help us carry this man. - A man, my lady?
How interesting!
- I can't risk hiding a Trojan. - Yes.
What if he's a warrior and only pretending? You must be careful.
Women who are always careful miss much in life, Andraste.
He doesn't seem to recover.
But his heart beats.
Give him some broth, and we'll turn him over.
- Good. - Oh, no! They'll kill him.
- I still say good. - And I, too, would say so...
...if he were as unattractive as you. - Thank you.
To whom am I indebted for this gallant defense?
Nobody of importance. I am only a slave.
Now tell us about yourself, Trojan.
Did I mention that?
My memory is clouded.
But I do recall I thought you a vision.
A goddess.
Dear Aphrodite...
...allow me to present myself.
- Prince Paris of Troy. - We'll dispense with impudence.
You're a bit impudent yourself for whatever you are, a slave?
- Silence! You're addressing... - A slave of the palace, Andros.
Of what importance is that?
I tell you truly, I am Prince Paris.
I come to offer a treaty of peace to King Menelaus.
But of course, you don't believe me.
My articles of identity...
...all the gifts I was bringing to the Court of Sparta...
My crew won't come near a Spartan harbor now.
They'll swear the gods hurled lightning at me.
Perhaps I do believe you.
The sea has damaged your appearance, but not your manner.
You must leave here at nightfall.
Follow the coast. You'll reach a cove where Phoenician ships put in.
- No. I still have a mission. - Do as I tell you!
Our soldiers have a habit of plunging a dagger into strangers.
And why should that worry you?
Never mind. The feelings of a slave are of no importance.
They are to me.
In any place but Sparta, one so fair would be a queen.
In Troy, we'd make songs about you.
King Menelaus would not permit that here.
Because you'd make his queen look plain.
Oh, she would be pained to hear you say that.
Do you know her?
She owns me. I'm her shadow.
And I always thought I knew her.
No, I don't believe anyone knows Queen Helen very well...
...including Helen. - Not even the king?
Great power doesn't need knowledge.
Wait. I only ask these questions...
...because I must go to the palace. - Don't chance it.
I intend to be discreet, so prepare me.
If Menelaus won't help me, I'll ask the queen.
That you must never do! L...
Oh, if you were old and ugly, maybe then she could help you.
But you're not old, nor ugly.
[ANDROS CLEARS THROAT]
It's late, Andros. We must get the fish to market.
Gladly. If the soldiers find him here, I don't want to be involved.
I wouldn't mind.
We must get back to the palace, Andraste. I've stayed here too long.
PARIS: Promise me...
...we'll meet again.
You can go back now.
Uh, supplies, for your voyage home.
So you still hope I won't go to the palace?
More than ever.
The kings of Greece are gathering there to consider a war against Troy.
Then my mission was well-timed.
- When will they be in council? - Tomorrow, perhaps.
But tonight...
...there are only you and I.
Under the magic of the moonlight.
Here. See what I brought you?
My dear little slave girl...
...I don't want what you steal from the palace.
I only want what I steal from the palace.
No, my prince.
Very well, then, I'll borrow you.
But we'll be quite honest about it.
- I'll offer to buy you from the queen. - Oh, no! That would mean death!
Nonsense.
I'll explain to her that you're no slave to me...
...but my future Princess of Troy.
Let me go, Paris.
Don't you believe I could love a slave?
Yes, I believe.
My heart believes and loves you.
My heart is yours, Paris, but I can never be.
You must not seek out the queen, nor anyone at the palace.
And this moment must be our last.
Don't ask me why.
Call it magic, call it a dream.
And never speak of it to anyone.
Hear our Spartan host, King Menelaus.
- Are you sure Ulysses is coming? - His ship was not far behind mine.
This great Ithacan refused to leave his wife and farm.
He's so sick of war, he wouldn't let go of the plow.
Till his child was cast in front of it, to convince him Greece's glory...
...comes before contentment.
You can have the glory. I'll take Troy's gold.
Not my share, brother.
MAN: Ulysses, King of Ithaca!
Greetings, friend. You're acquainted with everyone.
Ajax, Prince of Salamis. Nestor, King of Pylos.
Diomedes, ruler of Aetolia.
And I think you know my brother, King Agamemnon of Mycenae.
Greetings, fellow pirates.
[LAUGHING]
It is a righteous war we plan, Ulysses...
...a war of defensive aggression.
Uh-huh. A neat sort of righteousness.
You think the Trojans built a citadel for peace-lovers?
Have you heard of Priam's sons?
Polydorus begs for war! Hector wants only a challenge.
Paris is anyone's equal with a cestus, bow and javelin.
You believe they want peace?
All the more reason why we cannot plan without Achilles.
But he hates my brother and me...
He hates you almost as much as he loves war.
In order to lock himself from all temptation of joining with us...
...he hid himself securely, in a house of women.
That's where I found him, hiding from all persuasion...
...dressed as a woman!
[LAUGHING]
Did you persuade him?
Yes. He's here at the stables, seeing to the care of his horses.
Achilles, a blushing girl.
I shall commend him for the beauty of his face and figure.
[HORN BLOWING]
The man who blows his own horn.
Commend him, Menelaus.
I commend you, Achilles.
And I despise you.
And you, Agamemnon.
But it seems we must unite...
...so I am here to lead you.
- Lead us, Achilles? - Of course.
I and my good friend Patroclus.
Since we were boys, we could stand alone and defy an army.
- I question that. - Who?
I, Ajax.
My imitator.
You disgusting glory-hunter.
To imitate him, I'd need to wear three layers of armor.
That's where he gets his reputation for being invulnerable.
Silence this fool, Menelaus.
I would prefer not to be angered by him.
[AJAX LAUGHS]
The truth of the matter is, his skin's as tender as his vanity.
And especially his heel.
- He can't even stand leather against it. - I do not fight with my feet.
Take your ease, my prince. I'll handle this buffoon.
Enough of this. We must remain united.
Impossible.
We've never been united, and we never will be.
Keep my horses ready.
Patroclus, we shall leave.
NESTOR: I see no ethical purpose for a raid on Troy.
- Nor I. - Now, wait. Wait.
Here. You talk of ethics.
Here's the sign of a Trojan ship prowling our shores.
No peaceful trader, but a royal ship of the House of Priam.
PARIS: It was my ship, sire.
I am Paris of Troy.
- You are King Menelaus? MENELAUS: Yes.
Sorry to present myself like this, I was swept overboard in the storm.
Fortunately, this gathering of the most royal of Greece...
...makes my mission easier.
- How'd you know we were here? - I beg my lord's indulgence, I know.
So I'm saved from journeying to each king...
...if you decide against offers of peace I bring from Troy.
- What? - Troy does not plan war?
ACHILLES: You are wrong, Menelaus.
Stop this or lose your Trojan plunder.
MENELAUS: Where'd you find this impostor?
He came to the palace. I thought you'd question him.
MENELAUS: You interrupt council!
- Hear him. - This is our business.
He's only some wandering vagabond. See the rags he wears.
These roving jesters come often to my palace.
And they never fail to have some nimble talent.
What do you do besides this royal imposture?
It seems I try to do the impossible.
The cesti.
If he's Paris, he should have some skill with the cesti.
- Brilliant, brother, brilliant. MENELAUS: You heard, Ajax, Achilles?
Achilles is weary from travel.
Achilles did not make his reputation fighting children.
This Sparta, my son, is a viper's nest.
- I'll see you aren't... - If we offend the pretender...
...I give him leave to go. - No.
After all, part of my task was to spread civilization.
But I must exact an agreement.
If I come fairly out of this fight, will you believe that I am Paris...
...and hear the Trojan peace terms?
If your head's still on your shoulders, yes.
[LAUGHING]
[CHEERING]
Paris!
My good Trojan, you have used a Spartan persuasion on me: Courage.
My courage almost failed me at the thought of meeting Ajax.
You shall rest.
And tomorrow we shall talk.
About your adventures, your voyage...
...and the secret charm that makes me call you "friend. "
And Troy shall call Sparta "friend. "
Alpheus, find quarters for our guest.
And, Alpheus...
...they say the Trojans have great eyes for beauty.
Find him a slave and see that she is beautiful.
There is one slave in your palace for whom I'd gladly become a slave myself.
Menelaus!
You expressed a wish yesterday to present your guests to me.
MENELAUS: A proud wish.
Helen, Queen of Sparta, wife to Menelaus...
...I present Paris, Prince Royal of Troy.
Why are you here, Trojan?
To study our arts and culture?
Yes, my lady. The art of self-preservation.
Trojan impudence!
By your leave, my lord...
...I shall receive the Greeks at some happier moment.
I heard my lady was truly Spartan this afternoon.
My heart behaved like a fool.
I'm sure Menelaus could hear it beating.
[DOOR SLAMS]
Tell your servants to go.
You may go.
- Get out! - When will you learn?
The man can neither speak nor hear.
What did you think of the Trojan?
- You saw what I thought. - Yes, I saw what you thought.
Of this Trojan anyway.
What is this game you're playing?
Helen, you reveal yourself. So does he.
Speak plainly. If I've given you some offense, punish me...
...but don't welcome a stranger with one hand and strike him with the other!
So now we're fond of Trojans?
I might do many things with him. I might send him home...
...with his appearance altered.
I might hold him hostage to bleed tribute out of Priam.
I imagined once I had married a king.
- You married a king. - I married a robber.
Why did you marry him? Why did you marry him?
When a king takes spoils, he robs no one.
When he kills, he commits no murder. He fulfills justice.
The way of a Spartan.
I understand these things. You do not.
I understand enough.
Then understand your place in the palace, nowhere else!
You've seen this man before. Admit it.
Your silence condemns you.
You've been out of the palace secretly. Admit it. You know this man.
Silent as ever. No words for me, your husband. I am your husband!
- Don't. - Say "husband" to me.
Say "husband" to me.
I can think of many ways of dealing with your Trojan, Helen.
Andraste.
I am the slave sent to the Prince of Troy.
The queen's handmaiden, eh?
The king commands me to entertain his guests.
A fine Greek custom, but guest? He's in a prison, if he only knew it.
Oh, I'm instructed that he shall not know it.
Must King Menelaus command you himself to admit me?
Shh! The royal temper's already running a fever.
Shall I tell the king you said that?
Get to your business, you little troublemaker.
[DOOR SLAMS]
You should be in bed.
Oh, yes, I should, but...
But your mistress sent you to play another trick on me.
No. She sent me to help you escape.
Escape?
Those two soldiers on watch down there...
...are they going to help me too?
You're a captive. The king plans tortures for you.
You must leave quickly. Return to the fisherman's hut.
I'll go a distance with you to point the way.
My good friend Menelaus.
- The door is also watched. - Then what chance have I?
[SCREAMS]
[GRUNTS]
Helen thought to make you look like a merchant.
Any fool could see you're a prince.
- Shh! Soldiers. SOLDIER: Fisherman!
- Yes? - Fisherman!
Yes?
- What do you want? - A cup of wine.
- Our throats are salted by the breeze. - Oh. Cora, the wineskin.
SOLDIER 2: The captain's an idiot. Does he think the man will swim?
SOLDIER: He'd be deep in the forest by now.
Here. Take it with you.
Go, and remember, there will be soldiers above...
...so you'd best try the rocks under the cliff.
Get to a cove beyond the tower. There, a boat will send you to the ship.
Wings of Mercury speed you.
Why do you wait?
It was just a foolish hope.
- I half-imagined she'd come. - Here?
She sent you garments...
...arranged for a Phoenician ship to take you home. What more, Trojan?
I didn't really expect her to come.
- I only hoped. - Don't even breathe it.
If she should show her face here and be recognized...
I know.
And I wish I could repay you for your kindness.
And for the queen...
...tell her she'll walk in all my dreams.
[ARMOR CLANKING]
HELEN: Wait!
The ship is not yet in the cove.
Helen.
Andraste, you are free.
- Go as far away as you can from Sparta. - My lady.
You made clear to Adelphus what I said?
- He is far off by this time. - Then be on your way.
Freedom is made of quicksilver sometimes.
Go. Hurry.
Helen.
Helen is the queen.
The girl you thought you knew was quite nameless and without reality.
I can't believe that.
- It was she who helped me to escape. - No.
That was the queen who hates cruelty.
She would have done the same for any slave.
PARIS: I see.
She is the queen who comes here to say this.
She will always remember the gentle Paris.
And she will do her small part to turn this nation from war.
- You're not a Spartan. - I am.
Daughter of a king who chose a Spartan husband for me.
A man you despised.
I despise oppression, as do many others here.
We need to be Spartan to endure it.
And we need to be understood.
You are.
You, not Menelaus, will be Sparta to me.
I'll tell my father there's still hope. I'll tell Troy what I've seen and heard.
The rulers divided, unable to find cause for war...
...even the Spartan people.
[FOOTSTEPS]
Stop worrying. The kings have been carousing all night.
And so she is real, that one I loved.
Yes.
The gods sometimes change the bravest of intentions.
They are kind. I'll never doubt them again.
Oh, Helen.
Helen, you are a slave as long as Menelaus possesses you.
Come away to freedom. Come to Troy with me.
And destroy the hope of peace you were taking home with you?
No.
If even one Trojan dies on the walls, I'm a failure.
Forgive me, Helen.
You are two women, both wise and good.
I am two men.
One fairly good, I try to believe.
The other, very bad indeed.
One is a man.
The other just a boy, I think.
Paris, let him be so always. Never let him grow old.
Helen.
The ship.
And now I must go back.
It is a way the gods have...
...to give with one hand and take with two.
Oh, no. This is not goodbye.
You shall still be with me across the sea.
And you with me.
And always young, Paris, remember?
What is remembered is forever young.
SOLDIER: Halt!
Stand still, Trojan.
- My lady, I ask you remove yourself... - Send your archers away.
I beg the queen to stand out of danger.
You wouldn't dare. You'll die.
SOLDIER: I can no more than lose my own life, and it's lost if I let him go.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Silence!
Helen!
Helen! Helen!
- You lie. She's in there. - No.
- She's in there. Break the locks! - Break them.
Break.
It's true.
The Trojan's taken Helen.
He's carried her away.
By force, against her will.
To think of her struggles, her fruitless cries for help.
MENELAUS: We had our differences, but she was my wife.
It goes deeper than that.
This is the assault of all women in Greece.
Shame. Shame on every Greek nation.
Then man your ships. Follow them.
Ulysses, why do you sit? She must be restored to me.
- Not now, Menelaus. Later. - Yes. Now, now, now!
Will you not stand with me?
Menelaus, we will reclaim her, and with her, all the loot of Troy.
But only if you wait.
We'll send out a call to every city in Greece.
All Greeks united in a war of honor.
Yes. That's what the future will call it.
I call it that now.
This Prince of Troy has asked for war, not peace.
Ulysses.
I'm sure you'll agree with me that it is my duty to become our leader.
Leader?
I'll see no one but Achilles as leader.
It is my consecrated duty to become our leader to avenge my dear brother.
Quite, quite, Agamemnon. And I will follow you.
And tell you what to do, as usual.
And I will persuade the sensitive Achilles...
...with certain fascinating facts...
...about the great store of gold to be found in Troy.
I seek no treasure. I will kill.
So shall we all, brother.
To defend your honor.
Who are they?
I don't know, but I know the color of their gold.
Sparta is the past, Helen.
Troy is this way.
What will they call us there?
A woman who left her husband.
A prince turned thief.
What else can we ever be?
Two people in love.
Against the world, if need be.
If I could make a bargain with the gods...
...we would escape the world...
...never landing on any shore.
A lovely dream, but somewhere we must land.
Paris, there's an island called Pelagos.
The sea can feed us.
And there are little houses near the village well.
Let's go there.
I cannot. I was born to an obligation.
Paris, son of Priam, heir to responsibility.
HELEN: I could leave the kingdoms of the world and never miss them.
- But you... - Helen...
...our life together will fade if I run from this.
It will become a slight thing that any storm can tear apart.
No, Paris.
Forgive me.
I forget you are a woman, not a goddess.
Captain.
- You know the island of Pelagos? - It's far southward...
...through the Cytherean straits. - Sail southward.
- Captain. CAPTAIN: Yes?
We have decided otherwise.
Sail north to Troy.
- What is it? - You'll have to see, Lord Aeneas.
[CHEERING]
Wait.
Aeneas, call the queen.
Our Paris!
- My Paris. - Paris.
Come and meet my brothers.
Hector, Polydorus. I told you about them.
Lucky Paris. You could fall in the black pit of Hades...
...and come out with arms full of sunshine.
He's always had a fine flair for surprises.
I'm happy to see that you diverted your mission...
...to an enterprise more to your talents.
HECTOR: Come.
- Aeneas. HECUBA: Paris.
- Paris. - I should have had faith.
The great god Zeus would never let him die...
...and with him our hopes of peace. HECTOR: It's a miracle.
Tell us what happened, Paris.
Here is your miracle.
I would never have seen Troy again but for her.
It would have taken a sea sprite to save you.
How could one so tender have managed it?
Postpone your questions.
She suffered an ordeal that I shan't relate in her presence.
It's enough that our son has been given back to us by you, my dear.
You are welcome, my child.
Paris, call the high steward. See that she is made comfortable.
Later, you shall tell me of your adventures.
At your command, Father.
My brother seems to have forgotten his courtliness.
By what name, my lady, shall we know you?
- My name is... - Her name is death.
PRIAM: Cassandra! PARIS: Forgive her.
- She suffers an illness. POLYDORUS: Wait.
You were going to say?
I am Helen, Queen of Sparta.
The wife of King Menelaus?
- His wife no more. - The goddess of beauty, Aphrodite...
...come down to Earth in mortal form.
She will bring the disaster I have prophesied.
Her name will be written in letters of fire. Helen.
Helen of Troy.
And she saved my life again...
...but at such risk to herself that I couldn't leave her...
...to the mercy of the Spartans.
I can see I've troubled you, sire.
But in your affection for me and mine for you...
...I hope you will judge me fairly.
I would never have believed that this could happen...
...not through this son of mine.
This son who shared my hope of everlasting peace.
Who promised he would bring it. And what have you brought?
Dishonor.
You have united the Greeks.
You have kindled a flame that will weld them together against us.
[CROWD GASPS]
This will bring them to our very shores.
That should delight you.
You may have to answer for the death of many a good Trojan.
You have presumed too much upon our affection.
Paris...
...send her back to Sparta and make your peace with Menelaus.
I'll never send her back.
- You reject every word of wisdom? - My love has no logic.
It could only choose between Troy and Pelagos.
Helen wanted to go to Pelagos...
...but I had to bring you the warning.
And she had the courage to come with me.
But she was right.
There is no heart in Troy. We'll seek it elsewhere.
The coward's way to avoid the fight?
- You exceed the rights of a brother. PRIAM: And you...
You scorn every Trojan duty.
The damage is done.
Go or stay. It matters not.
- I shall not see you again. - Priam.
Bring to the council chamber the armory masters and the granary stewards.
Tell them I want an estimate of Troy's ability to withstand a siege.
There were times when I almost forgot that I had other children, Paris...
...others to die, perhaps.
Destiny, Paris. Destiny.
Every Trojan woman with son or husband will curse you.
Well, don't worry, brother, a war may clear the atmosphere.
War, the only thing that could make you happy.
Keep out of my way, or you'll never live to enjoy it.
WOMAN: Lord Aeneas. AENEAS: You may go.
The ship that brought you to Troy is still in the harbor.
My charioteer will take you there.
I see.
Or if my lady prefers, I'll arrange for a royal escort.
No, I won't delay.
Wait for us.
My chariot will be in the courtyard.
Athena wields much power, it seems.
- Lf I return to Menelaus... - No.
Pelagos?
Yes, I'll take you to Pelagos.
You said our lives would fade if you ran away.
I also said that you'd be happy in Troy.
[CROWD YELLING]
Paris, the word has spread.
- They are not armed with flowers. - Quick, before they overrun the courtyard.
They won't as long as they enjoy their carnival.
- Take Helen to the harbor. - Don't show yourself to them.
- See her aboard the ship. - Paris!
MAN: Dog!
MAN 2: You expect us to fight a war for your amusement?
My brave Trojans...
...will you show as much spirit against the Spartan army...
...as against one Spartan woman?
Can you stand alone, each, in battle...
...or do you need the cowardice of numbers to make you bold?
Go home and search your hearts, Trojans...
...for all this must be answered soon.
- You can leave safely now. - Without you?
I've gained a victory of a sort tonight. I mustn't lose it, Helen.
There's no Pelagos if I'm there alone.
But there's always one island where the storm can't touch us.
It's anyplace, Paris, where we're together.
- Here? - Oh, yes, even here.
NARRATOR: News reached Troy that the Greeks were about to sail...
... with the mightiest armada ever known to man. The Trojans prepared for war.
[CHEERING]
Our signals have never warned of so many ships.
POLYDORUS: We're ready for them. HECTOR: Hundreds.
AENEAS: Many more than we can count. POLYDORUS: Five, 600. More.
PRIAM: No less than 1000 ships. - We'll make them pay a heavy price.
What shall we pay? Aeneas, bring them here. Let them see.
Yes, sire.
Faster. Faster.
- See what you have brought upon us? - Father.
The face that launched 1000 ships.