Clash of the Titans Page #3

APHRODITE:

Our mercy will give them reason to

be grateful. They will bow down

and whisper our names with more

passion than before.

TIAMAT:

They will bow down when we snap

their backs! Mercy? We are Gods!

Some of us remember that and are

not afraid --

Zeus has had enough: furious ARCS OF LIGHTNING jump to

the walls, the eagle beats its wings in rage.

ZEUS:

Silence! Or learn what it is to

be afraid! The debate is over,

the votes cast...

Zeus points to a golden tray; it bears TEN chips of

alabaster versus TWO shards of obsidian.

(CONTINUED)

8.

CONTINUED:

ZEUS:

We guarantee an armistice, we

shield the bridegroom and the

Joppan royal family.

(turning again on

TIAMAT)

And we do not interfere in their

actions. We leave them

undisturbed unless-invoked by name

to enter their affairs.

SET:

And if they refuse our terms?

ZEUS:

They have suffered terrible

losses. They will not pass up a

chance for peace.

INT. ATRIUM - MAGIC HOUR (LATER)

Only Tiamat and Set now. Tiamat regards Zeus' throne.

SET:

This is your rightful place to

take.

TIAMAT:

Soon enough, Set. Zeus has grown

weaker than I knew.

Set gestures at the white chips on the tray as he picks

up the two black shards representing their votes. He

hands one to Tiamat.

SET:

So have they all. They no longer

see clearly.

TIAMAT:

(DISDAINFUL)

They're beginning to think like

Men. But you and I shall not.

Set agrees, his eyes searching her face.

TIAMAT:

We will manage these thick-witted

Humans to our own ends.

(off his look)

Yes, we will be bound by great

Zeus' rules... until their fragile

membranes tear. We dare not

interfere with these insects...

(MORE)

(CONTINUED)

9.

CONTINUED:

TIAMAT (CONT'D)

but we may be invited to

intervene.

Tiamat flicks the obsidian into the reflecting pool --

the whole pool darkens and choppy waves crash over the

sides... a tiny tempest.

EXT. THE AGORA (MARKETPLACE) OF JOPPA - DAY

The long war with the Gods has wounded this city, but

life goes stubbornly on. Among the war-torn buildings is

a bustling market. CITIZENS eye the wares. MERCHANTS,

PERFORMERS, noise, and MUSIC.

SUPERIMPOSE:
JOPPA, CAPITAL OF THE DOMINION OF ILLYRIA

Suddenly the market falls SILENT. Fear grips the crowd.

An occurrence rare in the world of Men -- AN OLYMPIAN

APPROACHES.

The clouds stop dead. The crowd stops. TIME STOPS. A

PRESENCE WE DO NOT SEE moves to the BASILICA, the royal

residence and assembly hall.

INT. THE BASILICA - THRONE ROOM - DAY

KING KEPHEUS, the aging, worried ruler, sits on his

throne, then stands, paces, sits again. Expecting

someone.

Flitting nearby is his Queen -- CASSIOPEIA, a fading

beauty, fiercely intelligent, but not wise; she can be

impulsive and vain.

AMOUN stands calmly by -- he is special advisor (or Magi

Strategos) to the King and will be central to our story.

AMOUN:

The emissary approaches. Take

your time in your responses,

debate nothing...

KEPHEUS:

(TESTY)

I've received ambassadors before.

AMOUN:

None like this.

KEPHEUS:

I'm not cowed. If these arrogant

Gods are so powerful, why are they

the ones seeking a truce?

(CONTINUED)

10.

CONTINUED:

AMOUN:

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