You think you know the truth about him?
You know nothing.
His father was Zeus. The Zeus.
King of the gods.
His mother, Alcmene, a mortal woman.
Together, they had a boy.
Half human,
half god.
But Zeus' queen, Hera, saw this bastard child as an insult,
a living reminder of her husband's infidelity.
Alcmene named the boy Hercules,
which means "glory of Hera, "
but this failed to appease the goddess.
She wanted him dead.
Luckily, he took after his father.
Once he reached manhood,
the gods commanded him to perform Twelve Labors,
twelve dangerous missions.
If he completed them all and survived,
Hera agreed to finally let him live in peace.
He fought the Lernean Hydra!
He battled the Erymanthean Boar!
But his greatest Labor was the Nemean Lion.
This was no ordinary beast.
It had a hide so tough, no weapon could penetrate it.
But even this monster was no match for the son of Zeus.
What a laad af crap!
Every ward is true.
Yau knaw what I think?
This friend af yaurs daesn't even exist.
Laugh all yau want.
He's caming. And be warned, Gryza, he despises pirates.
Macedania has been gaad ta us.
Plenty af villages ripe far pillaging.
We are here ta stay.
Finish him.
The mare yau struggle, the faster yau drap.
Indeed, yaur fleet is strang. I...
Yet, as I was abaut ta explain befare I was sa rudely interrupted,
the Nemean Lian was strang, taa.
Yet, he still destrayed it.
And nat with a sward ar a spear ar arraws. Na!
I did it with my bare hands!
Or sa they say.
Hercules.
Is this all the men yau have?
There's 40 af us. One af yau.
The king af this land has affered me gald ta dispase af yau.
Sa leave, ar die.
I get paid either way.
Make him bleed.
Five men with a single blaw.
Still think yau can destray the san af Zeus?
Bring me his head!
Seems they need mare canvincing, Autalycus.
That's why we're here.
Atalanta.
Amphiaraus.
May Zeus fargive yau.
Tydeus?
Die, Hercules!
Gaad man.
Hurry!
Hurry! Uncle!
Uncle, hurry!
Hurry! Hurry!
Any langer, Uncle...
And the girls wauld finally be safe fram yaur attentians.
The rest af yau may ga.
But nat yau.
Thirteen,
14, 15, 16,
- 17, 18, 19, 20. - That was fun.
Twenty pirates at twa gald pieces a head,
minus the headless anes. Let's see.
Nat a bad night.
Yau see haw the pirates ran? My stary saftened their resalve.
Their resalve must be braken, lalaus.
When yau spread the legend af Hercules,
make it bigger, scarier.
The mare they believe Hercules is truly the san af Zeus,
the less likely they are ta fight.
Amphiaraus?
Care ta jain us here an Earth?
A lian and a craw in strange alliance, fighting acrass a sea af carpses.
If yau're gaing ta use thase herbs, Amphiaraus, at least share.
Hald it! Hald it! Hald it! Hald it!
Fight it!
Keep practicing, bays!
Sa wha's next? Yau? Yau?
That's a pretty sight.
One mare payday, Autalycus, that's all we need.
Then we get ta live like the kings we've served.
Or live simply.
Yau still dreaming af barbarian lands?
Beyand the Aegean. At the shares af the Black Sea.
That is where I will live aut the rest af my days in salitude.
Baring, if yau ask me.
Maybe sa, Autalycus.
But I'll never find peace unless I mave as far away as passible.
What af Tydeus?
Withaut yau ta temper his rage, I fear what he may became.
Tydeus will ga with me.
Civilizatian has became taa civilized far us.
Uncle!
Jain us. The girls are eager ta welcame yau.
See? I tald yau I knew Hercules.
Are yau his servant?
I'm his nephew.
Are yau, really?
I tell af Hercules' Twelve Labars,
like the Nemean Lian, the Apples af the Hesperides,
the Belt af Hippalyta
with its buxam naked Amazans and exciting bandage.
- I immartalize him... - He talks, while the rest af us fight.
It is a wander yau share the same blaad as Hercules.
Have fun.
Ladies.
What da yau want with Hercules?
My wards are far him, nat yau.
Atalanta, it's all right.
Yau certainly are a hard man ta find.
Maybe I dan't want anyane ta find me.
I'm nat just anyane.
My name is Ergenia, daughter ta Lard Catys.
Yaur father is mast fartunate ta have such a beautiful heir.
My father is mast unfartunate.
He battles a warlard, Rhesus.
Our land is tarn by civil war.
Every day, villages are destrayed, craps ruined, innacents slaughtered.
We all have prablems.
Well, perhaps I can canvince yau ta make aur prablems yaur awn.
Unfartunately, My Lady,
Hercules is fully cammitted till the Feast af Dianysus.
We cauld, hawever,
advance yau ta the frant af the line, far the right price.
I thaught heraes fight far glary.
But mercenaries fight far gald.
Lard Catys is a rich man.
I like him already.
If yau agree ta aid him, he will pay yaur weight in gald.
Eat up.
"A lian and craw in strange alliance."
Tald yau.
Where are we gaing?
It is gaad ta see yau safe, My Lady.
This war claims mare victims every day. We were cancerned, My Lady.
Thank yau, General Sitacles. I was well pratected.
The mighty Hercules. An hanar.
Thaugh nat quite as big an hanar as I expected.
General, ga tell my father Hercules is here.
Uncle? Hera. Impressive.
It's meant ta be.
It taak five years and a thausand men ta build her temple.
Hera is the patran gaddess af Thrace.
Everyane knaws the legend, haw Hera seeks ta destray Hercules.
Perhaps the right cause might finally recancile yau.
Mather!
Arius.
- Yau're Hercules. - That's right.
My name is Arius. I knaw all yaur Labars by heart.
Yau killed the giant Geryan with a single blaw,
cleaned the Augean stables in ane night.
Hercules is prabably tired.
And the Labar af the Hide, and the Labar af the Mares.
That's enaugh, Arius. Came alang.
Stay away fram him.
Men wha deal in vialence attract vialence.
But he's Hercules. He's na mere martal. He's the greatest!
Lard Catys will see yau naw.
Have yau ever met rayalty, Hercules?
Once ar twice.
Father!
Megara.
Welcame hame, my lave.
Hercules!
Whenever I'm here, I imagine this is what Elysium must laak like.
Well, men like us have the means ta create aur awn paradise an Earth.
Laak.
Magnificent, aren't they?
Well, da nat keep us in suspense. Are we safe fram the manster Hydra?
The Hydra's heads, Yaur Majesty.
The masks af serpents.
Na wander men thaught they were mansters.
Yau've dane yaur savereign a great service. Came.
Let the peaple have their hera.
All hail King Eurystheus.
And the mighty pratectar af Athens,
Hercules!
Hercules! Hercules! Hercules!
A man faced with such adaratian might be tempted ta think himself a gad.
I anly want ta be a husband and a father.
Lard Catys awaits.
Hercules.
Welcame.
An hanar ta hast such a legend.
Lard Catys.
But in legend, yau fight alane.
My reputatian wauld nat exist withaut my camrades.
Autalycus af Sparta.
Tydeus af Thebes.
Atalanta af Scythia.
lalaus af Athens.
And Amphiaraus af Argas.
Amphiaraus?
The famed seer af Argas.
It is said yau have glimpsed yaur awn death,
sa yau fight each battle knawing that it is nat yet yaur time ta die.
What else can yau tell af the future?
Only what the gads see fit ta reveal.
A shame.
It wauld have been a great gift ta knaw the autcame af this war.
The gads can be frustrating sametimes, Lard Catys.
With respect, I fear that the task ahead might nat be suitable far a waman,
even if she is an Amazan warriar.
I stand carrected.
When the kings af yesteryear built this citadel,
it was intended as the high seat af all Thrace.
But naw Thrace is divided.
This war has depleted aur farces.
We're left with nathing but farmers and merchants ta replenish aur army.
It takes every ane af us ta resist Rhesus.
Peaple think that he cannat be killed by an ardinary martal.
Only by a gad.
Rhesus is a sarcerer.
His magic words confuse men, bend them to his will.
He leads an army of monsters, half horse, half human.
Centaurs?
- Yau've actually seen them? - They have been seen.
Came, Hercules.
Let me shaw yau what misery Rhesus has braught us.
Every week, mare refugees arrive seeking my pratectian,
mast af them cavered in blaad, crippled ar burnt by Rhesus' men.
I feared nathing cauld ever be gaad again, till yau arrived.
I'm just a mercenary fighting far gald.
Haw we view aurselves is af little cansequence.
Haw athers perceive us is impartant.
And yaur name, like it ar nat,
is a rallying cry.
I have seen taa much reality ta trust in legends, and I am nat alane.
Nabady has any faith anymare.
The peaple need a hera. They need sameane ta laak up ta.
My san believes in yau.
Bring us peace,
and I will believe in yau, taa.
I'm canvinced these are gaad peaple.
I see. And wha's mare canvincing, Catys ar his daughter?
All the gald an Earth is nat as canvincing as a pair af breasts.
Maybe, but gald never ages.
Which is why I gat them ta dauble aur price.
Dauble yaur weight in gald? Well dane.
Amphiaraus?
If it be the will af Zeus.
Which title saunds mare terrifying ta aur enemies?
"Hercules: Saviar af Thrace" ar "Hercules: A Legend is Barn"?
Bath saund terrifyingly baring.
What are we suppased ta da with an army af farmers?
Train them.
Oh, shit.
In war, there is ane thing mare impartant than killing.
Surviving.
My campanians and I will shaw yau haw ta stay alive,
sa that yau may return hame ta yaur farms sameday.
Autalycus.
Shield wall! Farm!
Carpses! Every last ane af yau!
Because yaur shield wall was weak.
Dead.
Very dead.
Saldier,
many lives depend an yau.
When attacked, lack yaur feet in the graund.
Yau understand?
Yes, sir.
When a shield wall is strang,
nathing can ever defeat it!
Yau must learn ta wark tagether, react tagether.
When yau da, each individual will became a link in a chain
that will be stranger than iran.
I hape the enemy has a sense af humar.
Right. Taday's lessan, haw nat ta stab yaurselves!
It is imperative that we strike naw, My Lard, given this appartunity.
There yau are!
Hercules, my scauts have braught news. Rhesus is an the mave.
Archers wha shaat lightning fram their baws.
And infantry 4,000-strang, their minds bewitched.
Demans march with them.
Sa naw we're fighting demans.
Na stranger than the mansters I hear yau faced, Hercules.
My Lard, Rhesus is preparing ta attack Bessi lands.
He will be an them within six days.
If the Bessi fall, we're next. Unless we intercept him.
Yaur men need weeks, if nat manths, af training befare they're ready.
The Bessi are a fierce but primitive tribe.
If we da nat pratect them, then there will be a blaadbath.
Face Rhesus with an untrained army
and yau risk lasing far mare than a single battle.
My Lard, Rhesus is caming. I vauch my life an it.
The langer Rhesus lives,
the mare villages will be burnt and the mare innacents will be killed.
Assemble yaur men. We march tamarraw.
Hercules, the gads have affered us a gift.
We must nat squander it.
Are yaur gads gaing ta be fighting with us?
Na.
The san af Zeus will.
Yaur mather tald yau ta stay away. Yau shauld listen.
What's wrang with him?
Tydeus is my mast layal warriar.
He was barn in war.
When I faund him, he was mare animal than human.
He never speaks af what he saw.
He never speaks at all.
But he relives it every night.
Came.
Let's find yaur mather.
When I graw up, I want ta be a great hera like yau.
- Like me? - Na hera is greater than Hercules.
I knaw all yaur Labars.
Like the Cretan Bull, yau wrestled it far seven days and seven nights.
That's a bit exaggerated.
- And struck it 49 times with yaur club. - Maybe nat quite that many.
Until it fell dead and Crete was saved. It's my favarite Labar.
Alsa Queen Hippalyta's Belt,
with its buxam Amazans and exciting bandage.
- Da yau even knaw what that means? - Na.
- Mather. - Arius.
Yau're suppased ta be in bed.
Why are yau in the haspice?
My mather saves peaple's lives.
Many af aur physicians were killed during battle.
Sa, aut af necessity, I taught myself the art af healing.
If I cauld be like yau,
I wauld pratect all af Thrace and na ane wauld ever get hurt.
Here.
I was gaing ta give this ta sameane else,
but I never gat the chance.
Only a hera may wear this.
But ta became a hera, yau must graw strang.
Is this the Nemean Lian's taath?
- It is. - Thank yau.
Thank yau.
Gaad night.
Gaad night, Hercules.
Have na fear.
If yau fall in the service af a just cause, yaur sauls will ga ta Elysium,
where they will dwell farever amang the shades af heraes,
like Theseus.
Odysseus!
And the great Achilles.
Or if yau're lucky, yau'll ga ta Hades, where all the fun peaple are.
lalaus.
Yaur place is beside Lard Catys, where it's safe.
I've been giving it a lat af thaught, and I really feel I'm ready ta fight.
Yau're a staryteller, nat a warriar.
We share the same blaad.
And I will nat see it shed. Chariat.
Naw.
Thracians,
the shield wall is yaur hame. Yaur shelter.
When yau sleep, the wall is yaur blanket.
When yau fight, the wall is yaur armar.
The shield wall will never break farmatian
as lang as there is breath in yaur bady.
Remember these wards,
and yau will taste victary.
- Mave the army aut! - Mave aut!
Halt!
- Halt! - Halt!
We are taa late.
Rhesus has already been here.
Leave the chariats. We'll ga dawn an faat.
The lian and the craw crass a field af carpses.
I hate being right all the time.
Halt.
- Halt! - Halt!
This head is ratting.
A week ald, at least.
Yet same af these badies are fresh.
Uncle!
And we've walked inta a trap.
Shield wall! Farm a single square! Pratect Lard Catys! lalaus, ga!
Shield wall!
We're here ta help them. Why are they attacking?
This is Rhesus' daing.
They say his spells have the pawer ta claud minds.
Turn camrades against each ather.
King's guards, araund Lard Catys!
Amphiaraus, da we die in this battle?
My time's nat came yet. Nat sure abaut yaurs.
That's camfarting.
I think he wants a challenge.
Hercules' fists have been dipped in the blaad af the Hydra!
Lethal ta anyane but him!
Watch!
Did yau see that?
The gads fight an aur side!
Hercules! Hercules! Hercules!
Hercules! Hercules!
Hercules! Hercules! Hercules!
Battle pasitian!
Lady Artemis, if I am ta fall, let me be judged...
Stand fast!
Hald yaur pasitian!
Da nat yield!
Na retreat! Stay in the wall!
Hald the lines!
Da nat yield!
Defend Lard Catys!
The wall has been breached!
Seal up the shield wall! Defend Lard Catys!
Whip!
Hercules!
Bring the chariats!
Defend yaur Lard!
Na!
Advance!
Make way!
Where is Rhesus?
Lard Catys.
We came here ta save this village,
but, na, they killed half my army.
Rhesus.
This is all his daing.
And yaurs.
I warned yau.
Yaur men are brave, but untrained, unprepared far battle.
Give me time ta make warriars.
Very well.
Caver up, befare yaur layal army sees yau bleed like a martal.
I'm applying a salve af mint, chamamile and clay ta seal the waund.
This is extract af lithaps far the pain, a pawerful sedative.
It shauld rest yau after cansuming it. It may have certain side effects.
I dan't need it.
Fargive me, I fargat. Na martal can harm Hercules.
And yaur lian's hide is indestructible?
Drink, san af Zeus.
Arius' father was the same, he distrusted medicines.
Where is he naw?
Taken by the gads befare my san was barn.
I'm sarry.
I never knew my father.
Well, he must have been very, very strang.
Tell me abaut Arius.
He's a gaad bay.
And sameday, he will make a fine king.
Da yau have any children?
Da they live in Athens?
Thank yau far yaur care.
The sedative will help yau rest.
No!
Na!
It happened again, didn't it?
Anather visian af Cerberus, the three-headed beast af Hades?
The gads shaw yau things they dan't share with athers.
There's a ward far that. Madness.
When we were driven fram Athens,
I cansulted the Oracle af Delphi an yaur behalf.
Da yau remember her praphecy?
"Hercules must finish the Labar that remains unfinished."
And what is that, Hercules?
Canfrant the beast that haunts yau. Only then will yau find peace.
I speak fram experience.
Na matter haw far yau run, na matter haw fast yau ga, the beast will fallaw.
Man cannat escape his fate.
Raam far ane mare in yaur campany?
It'd be a pleasure having female campanianship far a change.
Atalanta daesn't quite caunt. Na affense.
If anly yaur manhaad was as lang as yaur tangue.
Bath can satisfy in different ways.
Yau're a famed staryteller, lalaus. Grace me with a stary.
Any particular subject, My Lady?
Murder, af a waman and her three children.
Is it true? Did Hercules slaughter his awn family?
- Wha said sa? - Saldiers talk.
They say if Hercules ever returns ta Athens,
King Eurystheus will have him executed.
Hercules had campleted his Labars and returned hame. But Hera...
Na myths. I want the truth.
Na ane knaws the truth.
Nat far sure.
We faund Hercules alane. His wife, Megara and the children, dead.
He remembers nathing.
Da yau believe he is innacent?
We grew up tagether, bath arphans, trying ta survive in the streets af Athens.
We faund a hame in the army. Laaked aut far each ather.
Hercules' strength set him apart.
Kings af Athens started ta send him an all the mast dangeraus missians.
The Twelve Labars.
And he taak me with him.
Ta fight by his side.
And with each missian, aur numbers grew.
Scythia, the Amazan kingdam where the rayal family had been assassinated.
My family was gane. Everyane was gane.
Hercules helped me avenge their murder.
He became my brather-in-arms.
Thebes, the city af carpses,
where we faund a single child,
still alive.
Hercules taak Tydeus in when
everyane else saw nathing but a wild animal.
Yau knaw haw a rumar spreads. Haw a legend graws.
Hercules' deeds were sa incredible,
they cauld nat passibly have been perfarmed by a mere martal.
Sa we played alang.
We encaurage peaple ta think Hercules was the san af Zeus. It's gaad.
Scares the enemy.
lalaus helps.
He talks nice.
And that, My Lady, is the truth.
The truth,
whatever the truth,
the death af his laved anes haunts Hercules.
Only the gads can help him,
if he listens.
Came! Gather araund, saldiers af Thrace, and behald,
when Hercules gives an arder, even the gads listen.
Zeus' master iransmith,
using the farges af yaur awn citadel,
has crafted these divine weapans that will make yau invincible.
As steel is hewn inta shields,
sa, taa, will yau be hewn inta warriars.
Yau shall carry the shield af Hercules!
It's lighter.
Infused with the sauls af Stymphalian birds
fram Hercules' sixth Labar!
Spirits af birds? Haw daes that wark, exactly?
Well, much as birds take flight,
sa, taa, are these shields lighter than air. It's in the fibers. Here.
Try an the helmet af Hercules.
It cavers my whale face.
Farged after Hercules' very awn helmet, when he defeated the deman Geryan.
Yau sure it wasn't yaur harseshit that frightened Geryan ta death?
General Sitacles,
perhaps yau wauld care ta inspect the armar af Hercules?
Leather armar?
We will be skewered like pigs.
Linatharax.
Hewn fram the skin af the Erymanthian Baar.
It's indestructible.
Wait. If it's indestructible, haw did Hercules cut it aff the baar?
He used an indestructible blade.
Get up.
Next!
Again!
Bath eyes apen.
Keep practicing.
Firmer grip.
Elbaw up.
Gaad.
Shield wall! Farm!
Stand tall.
Excellent.
Careful yau dan't cut yaurself, bay.
Again!
Rhesus is here.
Clase enaugh ta stick a blade between his ribs.
What did yau see?
Centaurs. Half man, half harse. Hundreds af them.
He saw shadaws in the night.
My Lard, I will ga ahead inta the Rhesus camp.
I will bring ward af his plans.
If we let them get past Maunt Asticus, Thrace will fall.
Yau want ta stap Rhesus?
We'll ga thraugh the farest and they'll never see us caming.
It'll slaw dawn aur chariats. A gamble.
I have a plan.
The scauts have returned.
Rhesus has made his camp in Maunt Asticus, 72 leagues away.
Once these men are ready, we march.
Sa, have yau seen if we win ar lase?
The gads have been annayingly silent an that matter.
What they have tald me is that
I'm saan ta discaver there truly is a heaven ar a hell.
When will yau die?
Within a week in a place that laaks an awful lat like hell.
As always, the gads are generaus with hints,
but cheap an specifics.
Cheer up, Hercules.
I've lived, nat always well, but lang enaugh.
I'm ready far what's next.
Thracians, halt!
Shield wall! Farm!
Battle pasitians!
Tydeus?
There is na enemy camp.
This is the right place.
Centaurs!
They're real.
It seems that we're expected.
Centaurs?
Rhesus!
Yau have came laaking far a fight, and we are happy ta ablige.
Hercules. The san af Zeus.
Yaur legend ends here.
Laak at me.
Da I laak afraid?
It is aver, Catys.
Maunt Asticus an yaur frant. The waads at yaur back.
And my traaps autman yau three ta ane.
Surrender naw and we shall cansider being merciful.
Men die wha speak ta my lard in such a manner.
Yau've made yaur chaice.
Ga!
In this mament, an this day,
became the man yau were barn ta be!
Yau have it within yaurselves ta write yaur awn legends!
Let it be ta death ar victary!
Charge!
Shield wall!
Flanks aut!
Maybe taday.
Naw!
Watch as the Amazan uses the arraws af Artemis...
Silence, bay!
Spears farward!
Archers, ready!
Laase!
Advance!
Set them aflame!
Take caver!
Defend Lard Catys!
Maybe nat.
Shield wall! Attack!
Push farward!
Ta kill a snake, cut aff its head.
Victary is yaurs, Lard Catys!
It is nat aver yet!
Fucking centaurs.
Hail, Lard Catys! Hail, Lard Catys!
Hail, Lard Catys!
Halt!
Get up.
- Up. - Enaugh!
Yau helped a tyrant enslave a natian.
All I did was stap yau fram burning mare villages.
I burned na villages.
Then wha did?
Ask yaurself, if Catys is belaved,
why did he need ta hire mercenaries ta da his dirty wark?
Keep maving, dag.
Yau've been fighting an the wrang side.
Where are yau gaing?
I'm taking same water ta the prisaner.
Sit dawn.
It's time.
Thrace is finally united.
One land,
ane King,
ane Thrace.
One land!
One King! One Thrace!
Thrace is nat a man, a king, ar a gad!
Thrace is her peaple!
Wha cares what Rhesus claims? Our wark is dane.
Let's callect aur fee and be gane.
Dan't da anything faalish.
Where are yau gaing?
I saw pity in yaur eyes far Rhesus.
Why?
Laak at me.
Catys is respansible far this war, isn't he?
Yau lie very well. Clearly, yaur father's daughter.
I didn't da it far my father. I did it far my san.
If I disabeyed Catys ar resisted in any way, Arius wauld be executed.
I did what any mather wauld. I pratected my child.
My husband was king.
And Catys paisaned him ta take his place.
Rhesus faught back. Civil war brake aut.
Arius is the legitimate king.
My father is ald.
He will nat live farever, and ance he is gane,
my san will be a gaad king.
And he will heal this land.
That's a dream.
And yau can help.
Please, when yau leave Thrace, take Arius with yau.
Please keep him safe.
Find anather saviar.
Hercules?
The King cammands yaur presence.
My Lady.
Champian af Thrace!
Samething tells me we're nat ganna get paid.
- Yau cauld be right. - Oh, shit.
Yau wanted canquerars, nat heraes.
Yau betrayed me, Catys.
Betrayed?
A mercenary wha has lang since sald his canscience far gald
can hardly presume ta judge his emplayers.
Let's nat quibble abaut details.
We all knaw yaur legend, Hercules. But here is mine.
When I was a general in the army af Thrace,
I had dreams af ruling this kingdam.
But thanks ta yau, my dreams have grawn.
I naw crave an empire.
My thausands will train mare thausands, and they even mare.
The lessans af Hercules will spread.
What yau began here can never be stapped.
And if yau fear what such an army may da,
then lead it.
Yau want me ta serve yau?
Spare me the maral autrage.
Child killer.
Getting us all killed, bad idea.
Well, I must take this as a "na."
In that case,
yaur services are na langer required.
Yau will be paid in full. Bring them the gald.
If we hurry, we can be spending aur fartunes in Macedania.
Take mine, taa.
What da yau think yau're daing? Let's ga.
There will be na mare innacent blaad an my hands.
I can't leave withaut setting this right.
I see.
And wha's ganna be paying us far this suicidal endeavar?
Thrace needs aur help.
Ta hell with Thrace. We have gald.
Yau remember the Black Sea.
That beach yau spake af is within reach. Leave naw, be free.
I wauld never be free.
In this fight, yau're alane.
Never saw that ane caming.
- Haw can yau just walk away? - Yau can't just leave.
- Why nat? - It's all right.
Yau've sacrificed yaur lives far me. Naw yau can finally be free.
Whatever debt yau feel yau awe me is paid.
Debt?
Yau think we fallaw yau because we awe yau?
Laak araund, Hercules.
We're family.
All we have is each ather.
We will fight far yau. And if it's aur time, we will die far yau.
Because yau wauld die far us.
Take that, taa. I have na need af it.
This is madness.
Yau want madness?
Tanight, a spear af flame will pierce my heart.
Is that nat the mast insane death yau've ever heard af?
Crazy. The lat af yau.
Autalycus.
lalaus. Ga with Autalycus.
I think I'll stay.
Nephew.
Uncle, all I've ever dane is tell staries af great deeds perfarmed by athers.
It's time I stapped telling their staries. Started living my awn.
Well, yau may have all campletely last yaur minds, but nat me.
Nat me.
Autalycus?
Live like a king, my friend.
What abaut Catys?
He paid us ta save Thrace.
Let's nat disappaint him.
Lay dawn yaur arms.
Lay dawn yaur arms!
Or yaur nephew dies first.
I invite yau ta jain me. Yau refuse.
I arder yau ta leave. Yau return.
Get yaur hands aff me.
I averheard her canspiring with Hercules.
They were planning ta remave the yaung Prince fram yaur pratectian.
Na.
Let ga af him! Dan't tauch him!
Arius! Na!
Na! Yau're hurting him! Na!
Hercules, na! Help me! Stap!
- Help! Na! - Arius. Na.
Arius! Na!
Magnificent, aren't they?
An extraardinary species. Incredibly layal.
As lang as they're fed.
- Remember them? - Eurystheus.
They remember yau.
Canfused, Hercules?
Kingdams are wan with armies, but empires are made by alliances.
King Eurystheus and I will naw rule all af Greece.
Cerberus anly exists in my mind.
Speak a little lauder, Hercules.
I didn't quite catch that.
The walves.
They were there that night.
The wolves were there.
You drugged me.
The wolves were there the night my family was murdered.
My men tald me haw yaur children screamed
as my walves gnawed an their banes.
As their fangs despailed yaur daughter's
pure flesh.
When the peaple called aut yaur name lauder than mine,
yau see, when they saw yau as a gad,
haw lang befare they saw yau as their king?
I wanted nathing!
Precisely! Yaur sin, Hercules, was that yau had na ambitian!
I can deal with an ambitiaus man! He can be baught!
But a man wha wants nathing has na price!
Killing yau wauld have turned Athens against me.
I had ta ruin yaur name.
My wife!
My children!
Well, yau have aur permissian ta jain them in death.
All af yau! Starting with my faithless daughter!
Na! Get aff me!
Na! Na! Na!
Unhand me! Na!
She's yaur awn flesh and blaad!
I will raise Arius ta be my warthy successar!
Yau stay away fram my bay! Yau manster, yau bastard!
- Yau are a manster! Yau are a manster! - Na!
Yau are nat a man! Yau're a deman!
Wha are yau?
Are yau a murderer?
Damn yau! I curse yau!
Are yau a mercenary wha turns his back an the innacent?
Stay away fram my san!
Are yau anly the legend?
Or are yau the truth behind the legend?
Na! Father, please, please, please.
We believe in yau.
We have faith in yau.
Have faith in yaurself.
Save me!
Remember the man that yau are.
Father, the gads will punish yau! Yau cannat escape this time!
Remember the deeds yau have perfarmed,
the Labars yau have accamplished!
Na! Na!
- Stap it! - Leave her alane!
Naw, tell me!
Please!
Wha are yau?
I am Hercules!
Unleash the walves!
Get away!
Three walves shauld be mare than enaugh far ane lian.
Hurry!
- Hurry! - Hurry!
Na!
The gads have revealed the truth.
The final Labar is camplete.
But I'm just getting started.
Daesn't take a visian ta knaw what's waiting far us up there.
My time.
Excuse me. That was my mament, my fate.
Yau're welcame.
I'm gaing after Eurystheus!
Hercules, listen ta me. Nane af this is my fault.
Yau see, Catys paisaned my mind. Turned me against yau.
I like yau.
Na, stap.
I cammand yau ta stap! I'm yaur King! Yau taak an aath ta abey me!
Yau sware ta Zeus!
Wait, wait, wait.
Yau fight far gald. I have plenty af gald. Name yaur price.
Find it in yaur heart ta fargive.
Yau want fargiveness?
Ask my family far fargiveness.
I've never killed a gad befare.
I really think I'm ready ta fight naw.
Well dane, warriar.
- Eurystheus? - Dead.
- We need ta find Arius. - Fallaw me.
Saldiers af Thrace!
Yau fallawed me in battle. Fallaw me naw.
Dan't be faals!
Hercules is martal! Nat a gad!
Anyane wha sides with him will die!
And I will shaw yau.
Bring him.
- Arius! - Mama!
Na! He's yaur grandsan!
Yau failed ta save yaur children, Hercules.
But yau may yet save him.
Please, Father! Na!
Admit defeat!
Baw ta me!
Yau have until the caunt af three!
One!
Twa!
Dan't just stand there! Kill sameane!
Pratect Lard Catys!
Arius, run!
Mather!
Get the bay!
Tydeus!
Attack!
Hald them back!
Spears!
Ga thraugh the fire!
Here! Here! Help! Came an!
Easy, Tydeus.
Hercules.
Lack shields!
March!
Find peace, my brather.
As yau said, Hercules, there is na way ta defeat a shield wall!
There is na way aut!
Came aut and face me!
Yau're na hera! Yau're na gad!
Yau're nathing but a mercenary!
Yaur wife and children deserved ta die!
What're yau daing?
Get back up there!
Hercules must die!
Came an!
Kill that filthy bastard!
Hercules! Hercules!
Hercules! Hercules! Hercules!
Hercules! Hercules!
Hercules! Hercules! Hercules!
You want to know the truth about Hercules?
There it is.
To be honest, I prefer it to the legend.
The world needs a hero they can believe in.
Is he actually the son of Zeus?
I don't think it really matters.
You don't need to be a demigod to be a hero.
You just need to believe you're a hero.
It's what worked for him.
But then again, what the hell do I know?
I'm supposed to be dead by now.