Now remember, these Trojan walls are our strength and our substance...
...so let no eager fool attempt to charge this plain...
...until these ramparts have served their purpose.
Well, to your posts.
Hector, where is my place?
Beside your Spartan woman.
Come with me, brother. I'll share Spartan blood with you.
You can have my share.
No Trojans to greet us?
I had hoped they'd be foolish enough to scatter their forces.
- Where do we make camp, Agamemnon? - Camp? No, onwards.
Every moment of delay, my Helen suffers.
Our camp is the Trojan palace. We must attack at once.
Against Troy's walls, Achilles? No. We must equip to take this fortress.
Ulysses is right. We must prepare.
The canny counsel of Ulysses prevailed.
The Greeks consolidated their beachhead and built machines for attack...
... on a scale big enough to match the Trojan walls.
Follow Achilles!
Hector.
- To the ramps. Back! - We're outflanked! Fall back!
Return to your towers.
To the ramps. Back!
Back!
Polydorus.
It's a good war, Paris.
Hector, the man of peace...
...now our greatest warrior.
Thank Helen for your destiny.
- Thank Paris. - I thank him for my life.
Oh, great Zeus, king of all...
...we give to you Polydorus, Prince of Troy.
I pray you, judge him with compassion and understanding.
Let not Athena's hatred feed on my defenseless son...
...but on our sorrow here.
We, the living dead of Troy, shall pay his debt...
...in the years of siege to come.
And the Greeks did prepare for years of siege.
They unloaded provisions from their ships...
... and as time went on they looted and raped...
... the small surrounding villages.
Take your hands off her!
- A warrior commanding his commander? - She's mine.
Great as you are, I'm still your chieftain, protector of all the spoils of war.
- Take her to my quarters. - No.
Agamemnon, if you take this girl, I shall sail home.
- Then fly, mighty warrior. Fly. - Agamemnon!
- He didn't mean that, Achilles. Come on. - Sail home, great warrior.
No, Achilles.
Out! Out! Out!
Achilles, Agamemnon does not speak for all our people.
Dogs! Jackals!
I'll never fight his battles again.
But for Greece, you'll fight.
No more.
During these years of stalemate, the Trojans...
... from the safety of their walls, constantly harassed the invaders...
... with night raids on their camps.
- Helen, how perfect. - The girl you fell in love with?
Always keep that image with you, Paris.
I shan't need to. I have the source of its magic.
Right here, I hold its living warmth...
...and its spirit is always with me on the ramparts.
Then it can't be lost, can it?
What has been lived and shared is never lost.
- Never, Helen. - But if you should lose me...
...could you resign yourself to that?
Don't worry, nothing will happen to you.
Nothing endures on Earth, Paris, neither sorrow nor happiness...
...or people in love.
Dear Helen, she looks for shadows in the one bright place in Troy.
People in love should not be blind.
They should look to the future and prepare for separation.
But not so gloomily, my love. I'll meet you in Elysium...
...where an age of years is just a wink of time.
You charter a ship. I'll take the flying horse, Pegasus.
To our island, Paris?
Oh, goddess come to Earth, make me immortal with your kiss...
...and we'll live on nectar and ambrosia.
- But I'm not sure I like being so ethereal. - Nor I.
How many years, fellow Trojans, shall we suffer?
Our only respite, a truce to burn our dead.
The holiday of a Troy that once knew happy times.
Must the Trojans always set their funeral pyre so near this house?
- How long will they accuse me? - They lost many loved ones, my lady.
Lulled by the promises of peace forever.
I, for one, believe we might have had that peace...
I thought I could escape from it, but there is no place...
- And no victory for anybody. - Go. Leave me.
Paris commanded me to stay with you while he's on duty.
Leave me, I tell you.
No, friends!
Hear me, Trojans.
Cast her to the Spartans.
Cast Paris out of Troy.
- Lf you haven't the fiber for this... - Helen, don't go out.
Their mood is dangerous. I've sent soldiers to disperse them.
- You've come to ask me to leave Troy. - No, Helen.
No.
But for Paris, I would have lost Hector. I must love my sons equally...
...and whomsoever they love.
You are good.
The high priest says that even the gods fight each other.
Some for Athena and Greece, some for Troy and Aphrodite.
How, then, could I blame you for this war?
- I could stop it. - No one could.
I could...
...if I return to the Greeks, to Menelaus.
Go back to someone you so despise?
If it brings an end to war and restores Paris to the love of the Trojans...
- He'd never let you go. - And could I ever leave him?
- You must help me to decide. - Would you defy the Fates?
No mortal should attempt so much, Helen. And yet I wonder...
...is one so lovely quite mortal?
Lovely? No. I am everything I was determined not to be.
I have only been selfish.
All the despair, the pain and the tears I've brought.
How different from that island dream.
Return to your King of Troy...
...and tell him we will receive Helen at the appointed place.
But warn him there must be no treachery or deceit.
I assure you, my lord, no deceit exists.
It is her wish to return to King Menelaus.
- It's her wish. You hear that, brother? - I've heard it often.
Wait, herald.
Tell your master from Menelaus that we demand...
No, no, no. Nothing else.
Nothing else, only the return of Helen. The Trojans wish to make peace.
As men of peace, we accept their offer.
Have we suffered to return empty-handed?
Empty-handed, Menelaus?
With Helen returned, integrity satisfied?
You are too outspoken, brother.
When the Trojans have handed over Helen, we'll teach them...
...that we're not easily bought off.
But I'd like Achilles with us, in case they prove troublesome.
He still refuses to fight so long as you're in command...
...and your lovesick jackass of a brother brays upon this beach.
Then he'll get not one obol of Trojan tribute.
Helen?
Helen.
- Where is she? - She's not here, Paris.
Not here? Where?
She's gone to the camp of the Greeks.
To Menelaus?
She was determined to end the destruction...
...and restore you to the hearts of the Trojans.
- And you conspired with her... - She was not a captive here, Paris...
...but a woman of self-determination, a queen with more courage...
...than I would have had to sail against the tides of heaven.
- He shan't take her. - The hour has passed, Paris.
You can't prevent it.
Wait, Trojans.
You've returned the wife of Menelaus, but that isn't all your debt.
Debt?
- We recognize no claim of debt. - No?
Then who pays for the Greek blood shed on this plain?
Trojan blood has paid in full.
Trojan blood is not valid currency in Sparta...
...nor does it pay for launching 1000 ships.
The terms of this truce were clear.
The return of Helen, in exchange for which...
...you agreed to sail from these shores.
- You trusting fools. - Two things only will suffice:
Half the treasury of Troy before we depart...
...and after that, 1000 talents every year.
Take these nobles as security!
- Here's payment, Menelaus! - To the gates with her!
Bring her back to Troy!
Follow them!
After them! After them!
Back! Turn back!
Don't go too close to the Trojan walls.
Not against Hector.
Patroclus! Patroclus!
- Bring me my armor. - Yes, master.
Thank you, Trojan, for bringing us the body of Patroclus.
Thank you very much.
My son, Greek treachery has proved that theirs is not a war of honor.
Helen, through you, we have learned that they seek plunder, not justice.
I ask forgiveness of you both.
Cassandra...
...we have found there is great wisdom in you.
- What more can you tell us? - New storms shall ride the sky...
...but the guilt will be Athena's, not Helen's.
- Thank you, Cassandra. - Such courage must not go unrewarded.
Helen, you will be a princess of Troy.
Where is Hector and Andromache?
They are to bestow the laurels.
Where is Hector?
By the Scaean gates, sire.
He anticipates a call to single combat for the death of Patroclus.
I killed him. Any Greek challenge would come to me.
But Hector didn't want you to be challenged by Achilles.
- He was devoted to Patroclus. - Hector sent him his friend's corpse...
...with personal compliments.
No one can match Achilles, not even Hector.
This must not happen.
He cried like an animal in grief, my lord, and then called for his armor.
Ah, so he comes.
Hector!
- It is done, Andromache. - Achilles?
By his hand, my father and my brothers fell.
- While you live, I still have them in you. - I intend to live, Andromache, for you...
...and for our son.
This helmet always frightens him.
Let's pray that he may never need one...
...that he finds peace.
Arms to bear.
If Achilles wins, we move.
We strike at once! To the palace!
And if Achilles dies, we retire to consider a certain plan of mine.
- There's an immortal shield around him. - Mighty Zeus, help me find a weakness.
Achilles is dead!
So dies Greek courage, but not Greek cunning.
Defeated by men, deserted by the gods.
I used to number the months by a battle, a pestilence, a famine.
Now it's all one long nightmare.
I fought wars since most of you were sucklings, but never one like this.
Let's take our ships and sail back home.
That we shall do.
I have a plan that first required a Trojan victory.
- That much, at least, is accomplished. - You speak treason.
As you will, but let's be realistic.
The greatest army on Earth has lost its war.
What are you dreaming, Ulysses?
I'm dreaming of my wife, the good, constant Penelope.
And in my dreams, I see myself returning to her with all the treasures of Troy.
- But how? - Has this anything to do with the work...
...that Apagos and his men have been doing in the woodlands?
They're building a monument to the triumph of Paris and Helen.
A gift from the goddess Athena.
A sacred horse, so big and so beautiful...
...that Troy cannot help taking it to her heart.
Remember, blow the retreat loud enough for Troy to hear.
Let the ships sail but keep sufficient force in the woodlands.
The ships will return at dawn.
Are you sure the Trojans will take this monstrosity into the city?
I promise. Their gratitude to Athena for her victory will be tremendous.
And they'll give a loving welcome to her wondrous horse.
And to Bacchus, the god of grapes.
Make ready, men of Greece!
First they sounded retreat, and now the call to man the oars.
Their torches are moving back to the sea.
- Aboard the ships? - We'll soon know.
Lord Aeneas has gone to the shore with scouts.
Sire, they've sailed. The last of their ships has gone to sea.
Sound the cry! Light the victory torch. Carry it through the streets.
Good, Priam. Good.
- Our heroes would wish us to rejoice. - Light the victory torch!
You'll see a Troy you've never known before.
I see it in your faces.
Open it! Open it!
Let us look at the world again!
The night smiles on us.
Look, Priam.
I was trying to tell you of it, sire.
Some strange monument that the Greeks have left at our doorstep.
Beware the Greeks bearing gifts.
My sister speaks truly. It is a thing of evil that should be burnt upon the plain.
I agree.
The enemy doesn't give joyful presents.
My children, this is no gift from the Greeks...
...but a symbol of worship they had to abandon.
Sire, the people beg permission to bring this amazing prize into the square.
They have fought long and bravely. I cannot deny them.
Father, please hear me.
It is not the end of ruin, but the beginning.
We must not be ungrateful...
...to a goddess who has proved herself our goddess. Bring in her sacred horse.
It shall be a monument to Trojan valor.
Yes, sire.
It is a great and perfect thing.
How childish I was to have misgivings.
And I to be afraid of a wooden giant.
What was that for?
Athena. So forgiving of a rival goddess.
Are you jealous, Aphrodite?
I'm only Helen...
...who wonders if she'll ever be a Trojan, really.
When the Trojan people look upon that plain...
...won't they always think of Helen of Sparta?
There is peace everywhere now.
We're not bound to remain here.
Wherever you wish to go, Helen, I'll take you.
Hail to Prince Paris and his Helen!
Hail to Helen!
- All hail to Paris! - Hail to Helen!
Destiny, Paris. Destiny.
There is no escape, it seems.
Not even from happiness.
No, and I am happy. Very happy.
Men of Sparta!
Men of Sparta, to the palace!
Forward!
Troy is lost, but you must not die.
While the Greeks plunder, make for the north gate.
- Do you think I would leave you now? - Or I?
Obey your king.
Aeneas, take care of Andromache and my grandson.
Paris, Helen...
...I command you, go.
Magnificent leadership, Agamemnon.
Athena will reward you with all the glory.
All of you, break in!
Helen!
Take them! The rest of you, search! Find her!
- Don't let me get lost, Paris. - Never.
Paris!
Paris! Paris!
Paris!
Oh, Paris! Paris!
Paris! I thought I was lost!
The gods are with us. Come.
Paris!
For a moment, I thought...
...that you were that little slave girl. - Oh, I am.
Whatever your love wishes me to be, whatever is in your heart.
You are my heart.
Paris. No.
My ship has returned for you. Go there.
Wash his blood from you.
That can never be. It's my blood.
It can't be lost, Paris, can it?
What has been lived and shared is never lost.
Never, Helen.
Then this is not goodbye.
You shall always be with me.
And you with me.
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