Clash of the Titans Page #32

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102.

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Perseus slams the God down in a ghastly heap, which

liquefies into thick black blood. It seeps into the

sandy floor, leaving an ugly stain.

Perseus rushes to embrace Vidalia, who is more evanescent

than ever. They look with pain at the remains of Amoun.

VIDALIA:

I'm so sorry, Perseus.

A look of brutal, determined resolve grows in Perseus'

face.

VIDALIA:

(IN AWE)

You faced a God in lethal

combat... and vanquished him.

Never have I heard of such a

thing.

He looks at her, mind racing, then lifts her as he

stands.

PERSEUS:

We must go quickly now.

He pulls the sickle from the marble with a BRINNG! The

light flashes off Zeus' LIGHTNING BOLT PATTERN on the

blade.

PERSEUS:

The combat has just begun.

DISSOLVE TO:

L:

INT. HIDDEN SANCTUARY OF TIAMAT (JOPPA) - NIGHT

Fantasos and the LEADERS of the Revolution are gathered

around a SACRIFICIAL FIRE. They fill the room with their

CHANTING.

SUPERIMPOSE:
JOPPA... THE EVE OF THE 30TH DAY

FANTASOS:

We invoke thee, Queen of the Deep.

We attend thee only to listen and

obey.

Fantasos moves through smoke to an altar, on which is a

fearsome IDOL OF TIAMAT, unlike any representation we've

seen.

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103.

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FANTASOS:

We serve your will so that we may

be absorbed into your

perfection... Holy of holies...

Tiamat!

The Sanctuary is suddenly filled with the VOICE of --

TIAMAT (V.0.)

Loyal servants...

it may be an illusion, but the Idol seems to have taken

on the most subtle of life. It does not move, but it

breathes.

TIAMAT (V.0.)

You have sown the seeds of revolt.

Now comes the harvest. My legions

stand ready at the gates. Only

one rite of consecration remains

before the Ascension.

Fantasos, closest to the Idol, flinches, buffeted by an

unseen draft.

TIAMAT (V.0.)

The hour of sacrifice is upon us.

Offer up the Princess Andromeda to

Leviathan.

INT. THE BASILICA - ROYAL CHAMBERS - NIGHT

A GONG sounds ONCE in the night. Repheus sleeps fitfully

on a divan by the bed of the desiccated Cassiopeia.

INT. ANDROMEDA'S CHAMBERS - NIGHT

The GONG sounds again. CLOSE ON Andromeda's tortured

face staring down at the city -- too CLOSE to see exactly

where she is.

EXT. THE BASILICA - BACK GATE - NIGHT

The GONG sounds a THIRD TIME. Peshet opens a lock and

sets the heavy gate ajar. She looks at the dagger in her

palm and hurries inside.

After a moment, four CLOAKED REBELS slip through the open

gate.

104.

INT. ANDROMEDA'S CHAMBERS.- NIGHT

L:

Peshet enters, dagger held at her back. No sign of

Andromeda.

PESHET:

My lady? Princess Andromeda?

She goes deeper into the rooms, then GASPS, looking off,

ALARMED --

Andromeda stands on the balustrade of her balcony,

preparing to jump to her death. She turns at the sound,

teetering.

Peshet rushes to her but stops when Andromeda raises a

knife of her own. Peshet is shocked, not afraid.

ANDROMEDA:

Peshet, stop! I know what I am

meant to do.

PESHET:

My lady, please --

ANDROMEDA:

I was afraid, Peshet. Afraid to

understand that the fate of so

many could rest with me.

PESHET:

Princessa, give me your hand.

Andromeda, please. Please.

ANDROMEDA:

(looks at the drop)

I'm not afraid anymore. I will do

what I must. I will die so that

they may live.

R:

She turns, but Peshet leaps and grabs her, pulling her to

safety. They fall to the floor, both daggers CLATTERING

on the marble.

PESHET:

I won't allow it, my lady. Today,

you are only a Princess. One day

your people may need a Queen ready

to die for them.

Peshet snatches up the dagger from where she dropped it.

PESHET C

Come, we have to hide you... right

now.

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