Helen of Troy Page #2

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What do you think|happened to your mother?

She died.|Why?

Because of me.|I made her sick.

How? Do you know?

Tyndareus told you|you killed your mother?

He didn't have to say it.

He can't look at me.

[Sighs]|Your mother took|her own life, Helen.

She leapt from the west wall|of the palace.

No. You lie.

Why would she?|She was raped.

Because she was beautiful?

Yeah.

[Helen Screams]|Is that what you intend with me?

What?|Rape.

I don't rape children.|Or are you a woman?

No. No. No.

Well, when you are,|we'll be good friends.|You will be fine.

[Distant Shouting]

You can't take away|our best stock.

You should be honored.|Honored? That you|steal away our livelihood?

[Woman Shouting, Indistinct]

You'll be compensated.|Fairly. Fairly compensated.

Compensated doesn't|fill our cows with seed.

Compensation doesn't|give us meat!|[Man] Paris, where are you?

Paris!|They're taking your bull!

- That's the property of the king ofTroy!|- No, he's not! He's mine!

I raised him!|Hold it!

- [Grunting]|- Leave him! Leave my son alone!

[Grunting, Groans]

[Mooing]

Any other objections?

[Groaning Continues]

He will be the grand prize|in King Priam's games.

If you wish to negotiate|with the winner,

you will find him there.

[Helen]|Tell me the truth|about my mother.

I need to know. Please.

[Sighs]

When it happened,|Tyndareus was away in Egypt.

When she began to show|a couple of months later,

he'd been gone|for half a year.

So the kingdom|watched her belly swell|month after month.

She was disgraced.

She had no husband|beside her.

She waited till|she had you, then...

Had me?

[Shuddering]|It was me?

No!

Helen, no.!|There are wolves.!

[Sighs, Panting]

Do I look like her?

Well, you're younger...|and dirtier.

When you grow up,|if you grow up and don't|make me wring your neck,

you'll be even more|breathtaking.

Who was it? Who did it?

Tell me who.

Helen, you're the daughter|of the greatest god.

Zeus is your father.

That's why your beauty|will never be matched.

That's why no man|will ever resist it.

You resisted me.

Well...|[Laughs]

Not without great effort.

Let me be your friend.

I think you could do with one.

I must always|know the truth.

Always.

[Paris]|I'm going to Troy.|I'll get our bull back.

[Father]|Troy is no place|for people like us.

I'm going.|No. They'll hurt you.

If these ribs aren't broken,|they will be with one more blow.

They can't treat us like that,|like we're nothing.

I'll bring back what's ours.|There's no point.

There is...|when I win it.

[Chattering]

[Narrator]|And so Paris came to Troy.

It was the richest|city in the world.

Into it were brought|silks from Asia,

spices from Arabia,|rare woods from Africa.

[Chicken Clucking]

[Speaking Asian Language]

A feast for the eyes.|Both of them. Huh?

[Chattering Continues]

[Narrator]|From its strategic harbor,|with its massive walls,

Troy controlled all trade|north and south of the Aegean.

And Paris would control|Troy's fate...

more than he could know.

[Horse Whinnying]

[Bull Mooing]

[Mooing Continues]

[Applause, Cheering]

[Chattering]

[Cheering Continues]

[Crowd Chanting]|Hector.! Hector.! Hector.! Hector.!

You here to sign up?

What's your name?

Paris.|Of?

As in where from?

[Applause]|Mount Ida.

All right.|Where's your cuirass?

- My what?|- Breastplate.

No?

What about a helmet?

Any kind of armor?

Boy! Fetch me|some of that old armor.

How about your cudgel?

I could use this.

Look here, lad,|you can't win,

but at least you have|to put on a good show.

Go ahead, choose one.

You'll find some|better than others.

Why can't I win?

No one ever beats|Prince Hector.

[Applause, Cheering]

Leave your knife|on the rack.

Hey, shepherd boy.!|The hero from Mt. Ida.!

[Laughing]

Ah, the king's thief.

You're on, shepherd.|With your friend.

Go.! Go, go.!

Paris of Mt. Ida|meets Pres Byterian,

commander of the guard.!

[Cheering, Booing]

[Booing, Jeering]

[Both Grunting]

[Grunting]

[Cheering]|[Announcer]|The winner is Paris of Mt. Ida.

[Groaning]

Need better armor.

This old Hittite stuff is junk.

Is it bad?|It's nothing.

An old wound.|You shouldn't be fighting.

I have to.

Oh, really?|And why is that?

I don't like thieves|sent by kings...

to steal my livestock|for their games and amusement.

The bull?

My bull.

Ah.

[Laughing]

[Crowd Cheering]

My father's games|must be fair.

I can't fight|a wounded man.

The rules are clear,|my lord. You must.

Paris. Son.|[Groaning]

Paris of Mt. Ida|will fight Damien of Argos.

You're hurt.|I'll be fine.

Your ribs.|You can't.|Father, I'll be fine.

[Crowd Cheering]

[Announcer]|The winner is Paris of Mt. Ida.!

[Crowd Cheering]

[Announcer Continues]

Paris, you must stop this.|I've seen these|crush a man's head.

[Gasps]|Paris, you must|never mind what happened.

We'll survive|without our bull.

Paris,|you're my only child.

I beg you, come home.

[Panting]|You raised me to be strong,

to be loyal,

to defend what I believe in.

[Announcer]|Paris of Mt. Ida...

will fight|Hideus of Seronea.

I love you, Father.

[Announcer]|The winner.'|Paris of Mt. Ida.!

I can't watch|my only son get killed.

He's not your son.|Begone, old shepherd.

Wait.|He's my father.

No, Paris, don't.|It's Princess Cassandra.

Alexandros.

My name is Paris.

You should be dead.

Give me a minute.

[Announcer]|The final match.!

Prince Hector ofTroy...

against Paris of Mt. Ida.!

No!

[Whispering]|You must kill him.

These are just games,|Cassandra.

You don't understand!

Look, he is good,|but he's only a shepherd.|He's Alexandros.

He's baby Alexandros!

If you love your family,|honor Troy,

you must destroy him.

You don't intend to fight me?

I'll fight you the way I live,|not Troy's way.

Do you know how to use|a dagger, shepherd?

Can't stop wolves with sticks.

What is he doing?

Then use it.

[Crowd Murmuring]

[Both Grunting]

[Grunting Continues]

- Kill him!|- What?

[Yelling]

Come on!

[Cassandra]|Kill him.! Kill him.! Kill him.!

Kill him! Kill him!

Alexandros?

[Screaming]|Kill him!

Do you surrender?

I am prepared to die.

I don't want your life!

Does Prince Hector|surrender?

Does Troy surrender?

The winner.'|Paris of Mt. Ida.!

[Crowd Cheering]

Approach,|Paris of Mt. Ida.

Don't look at him, Mother.

Alexandros?

Are you Alexandros?

My name is Paris.

Father,|what are you doing?

We have our bull.|We can go home.

You are home.

Noble King Priam,

if someone must be punished,|let it be me.

My son?|There is no doubt,|my queen.

I found him|on the mountain.

[Sobs]

My darling, darling child.

Shepherd...

you've done well.

You have brought home|our son.

Welcome home...

Prince Paris ofTroy!

[Cheering, Applause]

The prophecy|has been fulfilled.

What prophecy?

Because you live,|we all must die.

[Horse Nickers]

How was the ride?

Ohh.

Mount Hymettus honey.

Best in the world.

How do you know|it's the best?

Well,|I suppose I don't.

Well, then|there's always a chance...

you might find|something better.

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