Clash of the Titans Page #19

PERSEUS:

I'm no demigod, Tutor. I'm not

even much of a human.

AMOUN:

It is not your choice. You are

what you are. Amor fati, Perseus.

'Love thy fate.'

PERSEUS:

I do not believe my fate is to be

half a God. No demigod could feel

as confused as I do tonight.

AMOUN:

Concentrate on the task before

you. All answers will come with

that.

PERSEUS:

Tell me of the Cleon Desert

Legion.

AMOUN:

A fierce group. Trained to

fight...

Amoun's DESCRIPTION CONTINUES as we --

CUT TO:

EXT. SIROQUE VALLEY - NIGHT

SUPERIMPOSE:
CLEON DESERT LEGION BIVOUAC, THE DISPUTED

TERRITORIES:

The desert camp of the Legion is lit by torches. The

LEGION SOLDIERS are handsome, powerful career warriors,

going about their evening business -- eating, cleaning

weapons, washing.

AMOUN (V.0.)

. behind enemy lines.

A LOOKOUT peers into the dark desert, listening. Now he

HEARS something, turns and shouts to another SENTRY:

(CONTINUED)

62.

CONTINUED:

LOOKOUT:

The Night Patrol returns on the

Gorge Road!

That message is shouted along from Sentries to Guards in

the camp.

OUT IN THE DARKNESS on the dusty Gorge Road, a dozen

Soldiers gallop in GROUND-SHAKING FORMATION toward the

firelit encampment.

AMOUN (V.0.)

. They've been chasing Djinn

Raiders in the mountains for

years.

PERSEUS (V.0.)

Djinn Raiders?

AMOUN (V.0.)

Yes, Godly zealots, supposedly

insane. They fight like Hades

himself is keeping score...

From the dark SURROUNDING DESERT, WE SEE the Night Patrol

ride into camp and dismount.

AMOUN (V.0.)

.. That's how the Desert Legion

came to be called 'God-slayers.'

I'm not ashamed to say I'll be

relieved to have their protection

the rest of the way...

Amoun's Voice FADES. TILT DOWN TO the barren, desert

flats. Suddenly, a miracle transforms the moonlit

SCRUB --

Strange, beautiful MAGENTA FLOWERS sprout magically where

there had been only dirt and cacti. The LOTUS BLOSSOMS

surround the camp.

EXT. MOUNTAIN RIDGE (SIROQUE VALLEY) - NIGHT

The Cleon camp is just twinkling lights from here on the

mountain. Startlingly, a huge DEFORMED PAW/CLAW/HOOF

scrapes onto a boulder. Pulling himself INTO VIEW in

repulsive CLOSEUP -- Kalibos. (There, within his

frightening visage, is the distinctive crooked scar we

noticed on the jaw of Acrisius in his human form.)

When his twisted body has gained purchase, he looks up

the mountain. AN EERIE LIGHT illuminates his awestruck

countenance. Above him --

(CONTINUED)

63.

CONTINUED:

-- Tiamat, ensconced in a natural throne of rock.

Turning a Lotus blossom in her hand, she smiles on

Kalibos, like a benevolent mother.

TIAMAT:

My loyal friend. it is beneath

you to stalk this band of infidels

one by one. Events demand more

decisive action.

Kalibos' SPEECH is as tortured and deformed as his body --

KALIBOS:

Grorashnrd... I to be... ruler...

rhodirs... made whole...

sovfrenty... kingdom mine...

TIAMAT:

Yes, Kalibos, the time is nigh

when I restore you to your

rightful form -- proud Acrisius.

With me, your protector, on the

throne of Olympos... the violator

Zeus deposed.

Kalibos reacts, with what must be satisfaction.

TIAMAT:

Go down into this valley. See

what I am building for you -- an

army dangerous and fearless as

you, their leader.

EXT. CLEON LEGION BIVOUAC - PREDAWN

Several Soldiers have been drawn from camp by the

IRRESISTIBLE FRAGRANCE of the Lotus flowers. They pluck

petals and chew them.

The rest of the Legion filters out between the tents to

take their fill of the drug.

Kalibos watches the handsome, powerful warriors from

across the field of Lotus blossoms.

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