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 Mycean 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!
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 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,
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.
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? - 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. Aah.
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!
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!
Achilles!
Hyah!
Achilles! Achilles!
Agamemnon!
We end this now! Right here, to the death!
Whoa! I stand for High King Agamemnon!
Hyah!
Hyah! Hyah!
Paris!
- It's Paris! - After him!
You've given me a hundred lifetimes worth of happiness.
Paris! Paris!
Paris.
Please stay.
Please. 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, yes, 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! 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!
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.