Clash of the Titans Page #7

PERSEUS' FACE

as he realizes she is his vision.

WILTING GIRL:

You are special, Perseus. Your

birth was ordained for this very

purpose.

PERSEUS:

I am an ordinary man.

WILTING GIRL:

Do you ever lie awake during a

storm and listen to the thunder?

(MORE)

(CONTINUED)

21.

CONTINUED:

WILTING GIRL (CONT'D)

And it sounds as though it matches

the beating of your heart?

He doesn't have to answer; it's written on his face.

WILTING GIRL:

How long can you hold your breath?

Longer than the others? Are there

times when you know you should

feel pain, but you don't?

PERSEUS:

None of that means anything.

WILTING GIRL:

Look at your arms, Perseus.

Perseus watches the bites on his arm heal visibly.

PERSEUS:

A good trick. You must be the

demigod, not me.

WILTING GIRL:

("NO")

I'm a Chthonian.

PERSEUS:

A Chthonian?

WILTING GIRL:

An Earth Goddess.

(OFF PERSEUS'

CONFUSION)

The Gods have a caste system just

as men do. The Olympians are our

nobility -- few but cosmic. The

Chthonians are the peasants. Our

abode is this earth, and we exist

as long as men worship us.

PERSEUS:

And when none worship you?

Sadness flickers through her extraordinary eyes.

WILTING GIRL:

(SOFTLY)

We fade away.

This touches Perseus deeply. His tone changes.

PERSEUS:

And demigods, where do they stand

in your hierarchy?

(CONTINUED)

22.

CONTINUED:

WILTING GIRL:

Nowhere. Sorry.

PERSEUS:

If demigods rank so low, why do

you need me?

WILTING GIRL:

For a marriage.

PERSEUS:

What!

WILTING GIRL:

Zeus, God of Gods, has proposed a

treaty to end the war. At the

center is the marriage of a mortal

with a demigod.

PERSEUS:

Who, me?

WILTING GIRL:

Zeus himself has chosen you. A

demigod may be less than a God,

but he's more than a Man. One

foot in Humanity, the other in

Divinity. Your marriage will be a

symbol of accord between our

races.

PERSEUS:

Forget it.

WILTING GIRL:

Such a union could save millions

of souls.

Perseus is struck by that. He looks off across the sea.

PERSEUS:

And just who exactly am I supposed

to marry?

INT. BASILICA (JOPPA) - SCULLERY CLOSET - DAY

CLOSEUP:
A hot embrace. In the blur of movement our

first good look is at the GIRL, a beauty -- PRINCESSA

ANDROMEDA, 18.

The BOY is AGENOR, a kitchen helper -- ripped and sexy.

It's hard to tell who's the aggressor here. Gasping,

Andromeda holds him at bay --

(CONTINUED)

23.

CONTINUED:

ANDROMEDA:

Do you think you can manhandle a

Princess this way?

(as he kisses her)

As though she was hungry and needy

as you, a mere servant?

Another steamy kiss. In between liplocks, she whispers

HOTLY --

ANDROMEDA:

very mistaken... a woman of my

station... never be attracted...

They go at it again.

EXT. BASILICA - COLONNADE - DAY

A NIMBLE GIRL hurries past SERVANTS hanging laundry in

the atrium.

She's PESHET, handmaid to Princessa Andromeda. She has a

feline quality -- eyes, grace, agility. She raps on the

scullery door.

PESHET:

Princess... Princess!

ANDROMEDA (O.S.)

(muffled from inside)

The Princess is not here.

(A SQUEAL)

Find another... Princess.

PESHET:

The Queen approaches!

ANDROMEDA (O.S.)

I don't care!

PESHET:

Andromeda! You'll care enough if

you're caught! Remember last

time...

From inside we HEAR complaining, more kissing and

moaning.

CASSIOPEIA (O.S.)

Peshet!

Startled, Peshet spins to see the Queen approach.

(CONTINUED)

24.

CONTINUED:

CASSIOPEIA:

Where is the Princess?

INT. SCULLERY CLOSET - SAME TIME

Andromeda freezes at her mother's voice, stops Agenor,

finger to her lips.

He ignores her, starts again. Andromeda does something

below the frame that jolts him off. The girl can take

care of herself.

EXT. COLONNADE - SAME TIME

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