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STEWARD:
Please, speak not these things --
Acrisius spins on him, out of control --
KING ACRISIUS:
He cuckolds me in my castle, rapes
my precious Queen! This is a low,
conniving God... But I have bested
him on this day and humbled the
great Prime.
(SWIGS ALE)
Tell me, Panos, who rivals Zeus on
Olympos? Who does the Fearless
One fear?
STEWARD:
I beg you, Your Highness --
Acrisius pulls a dagger and holds it to the Steward's
throat.
KING ACRISIUS:
Tell me what the Priests say!
STEWARD:
(terrified, halting)
Tiamat... Tiamat, Queen of the
Deep.
(WHISPERING)
Those who dare, whisper she covets
Zeus' throne and schemes to
achieve it, the ambitious Goddess
of the Dark Oceans...
(CONTINUED)
5.
CONTINUED:
KING ACRISIUS:
Yes, Tiamat! And today I have
honored her.
The King whirls and staggers up the crest of the dune.
KING ACRISIUS:
I've taken Zeus' whore and the
bastard she grows in her belly and
thrown them to Tiamat in her rough
sea!
(toward the moonlit
OCEAN)
I honor Zeus' rival with all that
was dear to me --
(falters, ashamed)
-- and commit double murder in her
honor...
About to go to pieces, rage seizes him again --
KING ACRISIUS:
so that Zeus will know I
despise and disdain him and spit
on his foul name!
The Steward shrinks from this blasphemy, eyes darting in
fear.
ON THE CREST the King is silhouetted in the moonlight,
arms raised defiantly toward the heavens, when suddenly --
-- his figure is seized by some violent force, shaking
his being. A HORRIBLE SOUND (MUSCLE TEARS, BONES CRACK)
and THE KING'S BODY GROWS LARGER AS IT DISTORTS IN
MISSHAPEN DISFIGUREMENT.
And thus, KING ACRISIUS BECOMES... KALIBOS!
The Steward SEES what we now cannot. An INHUMAN ROAR and
the shadow of this new being falls upon the Steward. He
SCREAMS, but it's too late -- the huge CREATURE grabs him
by the neck and LIFTS HIM OUT OF FRAME. From the empty,
moonlit dunes, we...
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. OPEN SEAS - DAY
Queen Danae's coffin/chest tossing in the rough water.
Through the ROAR of the waves, we HEAR a BABY CRY.
FADE TO BLACK.
6.
SUPERIMPOSE:
TWENTY-FIVE YEARS LATERFADE IN:
A LITTLE BOY leads a blind OLD MAN along a road.
Abruptly, the Old Man halts. Puzzled, the Boy scans
ahead, SEES --
-- a SPRAY OF DUST, moving fast, behind a blurred BLACK
FORM --
-- in an instant, the apparition blows past them -- wind
and dust whip at them. In awe and fear --
OLD MAN:
Thoth the Quick...
(sensing the boy's
CONFUSION)
Messenger of the Gods. Bound for
Olympos.
The rushing Black Form crosses a field, leaving a
violent wave in the long grass and suddenly --
EXT. FIELDS/WOODS/MOUNTAIN/OLYMPOS - DAY
WE ARE IN THAT RUSHING POV: the landscape is just a
blur. But up ahead is a mountain: OLYMPOS. WE ZOOM UP
TO the summit --
-- INTO the clouds above the peak. THROUGH the mist --
villas, classical facades: THE ABODE OF THE GODS. The
polished stone of the grandest villa reflects THOTH'S
dark form touching down.
INT. ATRIUM (OLYMPOS) - DAY
THOTH THE QUICK enters the wide courtyard, his cape
billowing. He strides past the reflecting pool in the
center of the courtyard, gravely acknowledging --
-- each of the TEN FIGURES seated around the perimeter...
THE OLYMPIANS. APOLLO is here, and bronze-helmeted
ATHENA; APHRODITE and muscular VULCAN -- we are dazzled
and lose count.
Thoth bows deeply before the throne of ZEUS, majestic,
bearded, awe-inspiring. An EAGLE is perched on his arm.
THOTH:
My lord.
(CONTINUED)
7.
CONTINUED:
ZEUS:
(rumbles, like
THUNDER)
We have debated, we have voted,
and it is decided. We offer the
Humans peace. Thoth, you will
take them the terms of a treaty --
TIAMAT (O.S.)
(SCORNFULLY)
A treaty!
Zeus and his eagle turn their heads. The God's eyes are
familiar -- the blazing orbs we saw in The Dog.
In the shadowed corner of the atrium stand TWO MORE
Olympians:
SET THE VOID, whose countenance is death madevisible, and --
-- TIAMAT, QUEEN OF THE DEEP, the only God fearless
enough to challenge Zeus' rule --
TIAMAT:
We don't negotiate with them! We
dictate to them. Their place is
to beg. They have forgotten their
role and have denied us the
sustenance of their prayers.
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