Hercules
You think you know the truth
about him? You know nothing.
His father was Zeus. The Zeus.
King of the gods.
His mother, Alcmene, a mortal woman.
Together, they had a boy.
Half human, half god.
But Zeus' queen, Hera, saw this
bastard child as an insult,
a living reminder of her
husband's infidelity.
Alcmene named the boy Hercules,
which means "glory of Hera,"
but this failed to
appease the goddess.
She wanted him dead.
Luckily, he took after his father.
Once he reached manhood, the gods
commanded him to perform Twelve Labors,
twelve dangerous missions. If he
completed them all and survived,
Hera agreed to finally
let him live in peace.
He battled the Erymanthean Boar!
But his greatest Labor
was the Nemean Lion.
This was no ordinary beast.
It had a hide so tough,
But even this monster was no
match for the son of Zeus.
- What a load of crap!
- Every word is true.
You know what I think? This friend
of yours doesn't even exist.
Laugh all you want. He's coming. And
be warned, Gryza, he despises pirates.
Macedonia has been good to us.
Plenty of villages
ripe for pillaging.
We are here to stay. Finish him.
The more you struggle,
the faster you drop.
Indeed, your fleet is strong. I...
Yet, as I was about to explain
before I was so rudely interrupted,
the Nemean Lion was strong, too.
And not with a sword or
a spear or arrows. No!
I did it with my bare hands!
Or so they say.
- Hercules.
- Is this all the men you have?
There's 40 of us. One of you.
The king of this land has offered
me gold to dispose of you.
So leave, or die.
I get paid either way.
Make him bleed.
Five men with a single blow.
Still think you can
destroy the son of Zeus?
Bring me his head!
Seems they need more
convincing, Autolycus.
That's why we're here.
Atalanta.
Amphiaraus.
May Zeus forgive you.
Tydeus?
Die, Hercules!
Ah, good man.
Hurry! Hurry! Uncle!
Uncle, hurry! Hurry! Hurry!
Any longer, Uncle...
be safe from your attentions.
The rest of you may go.
But not you.
Thirteen,
14, 15, 16,
- 17, 18, 19, 20.
- That was fun.
Twenty pirates at two
gold pieces a head,
minus the headless ones. Let's see.
Not a bad night.
You see how the pirates ran?
My story softened their resolve.
Their resolve must be broken, Iolaus.
Hercules, make it bigger, scarier.
The more they believe Hercules
is truly the son of Zeus,
the less likely they are to fight.
Oh!
Aye.
- Amphiaraus?
- Mmm?
Care to join us here on Earth?
A lion and a crow in strange alliance,
fighting across a sea of corpses.
If you're going to use those herbs,
Amphiaraus, at least share.
Huh?
Hold it! Hold it! Hold it! Hold it!
Fight it!
Keep practicing, boys!
So who's next? You? You?
Ah!
That's a pretty sight.
One more payday, Autolycus,
that's all we need.
Then we get to live like
the kings we've served.
Or live simply.
You still dreaming
of barbarian lands?
Beyond the Aegean.
At the shores of the Black Sea.
That is where I will live out the
rest of my days in solitude.
- Boring, if you ask me.
- Maybe so, Autolycus.
But I'll never find peace unless
I move as far away as possible.
What of Tydeus? Without you to temper
his rage, I fear what he may become.
Tydeus will go with me. Civilization
has become too civilized for us.
Uncle!
Join us. The girls are
eager to welcome you.
See? I told you I knew Hercules.
- Are you his servant?
- I'm his nephew.
- Are you, really?
- I tell of Hercules' Twelve Labors,
like the Nemean Lion,
the Apples of the Hesperides,
the Belt of Hippolyta with its buxom
naked Amazons and exciting bondage.
- I immortalize him...
- He talks, while the rest of us fight.
same blood as Hercules.
Have fun.
- Ladies.
- Oh...
- What do you want with Hercules?
- My words are for him, not you.
Atalanta, it's all right.
- You certainly are a hard man to find.
- Maybe I don't want anyone to find me.
I'm not just anyone. My name is
Ergenia, daughter to Lord Cotys.
Your father is most fortunate
to have such a beautiful heir.
My father is most unfortunate.
He battles a warlord, Rhesus.
Our land is torn by civil war. Every day,
villages are destroyed, crops ruined,
- innocents slaughtered.
- We all have problems.
Well, perhaps I can convince you
to make our problems your own.
Unfortunately, My Lady, Hercules is fully
committed till the Feast of Dionysus.
We could, however, advance you to
the front of the line, for the right price.
Hmm. I thought heroes
fight for glory.
But mercenaries fight for gold.
- Lord Cotys is a rich man.
- I like him already.
If you agree to aid him,
he will pay your weight in gold.
Eat up.
"A lion and crow in
strange alliance."
Told you.
Where are we going?
It is good to see you safe, My Lady.
This war claims more victims every day.
We were concerned, My Lady.
Thank you, General Sitacles.
I was well protected.
Ah.
The mighty Hercules. An honor.
Though not quite as big
an honor as I expected.
General, go tell my
father Hercules is here.
Uncle? Hera. Impressive.
It's meant to be. It took five years and
a thousand men to build her temple.
Hera is the patron goddess of Thrace.
Everyone knows the legend,
how Hera seeks to destroy Hercules.
Perhaps the right cause
Mother!
Arius.
- You're Hercules.
- That's right.
My name is Arius. I know
all your Labors by heart.
You killed the giant
Geryon with a single blow,
- cleaned the Augean stables in one night.
And the Labor of the Hide,
and the Labor of the Mares.
That's enough, Arius. Come along.
Stay away from him. Men who
deal in violence attract violence.
But he's Hercules. He's no
mere mortal. He's the greatest!
Lord Cotys will see you now.
Have you ever met royalty, Hercules?
Once or twice.
Father!
Megara.
Welcome home, my love.
Hercules!
Whenever I'm here, I imagine this
is what Elysium must look like.
Well, men like us have the means to
create our own paradise on Earth.
Look. Magnificent, aren't they?
Well, do not keep us in suspense.
Are we safe from the monster Hydra?
The Hydra's heads, Your Majesty.
The masks of serpents.
No wonder men thought
they were monsters.
You've done your sovereign
a great service. Come.
Let the people have their hero.
All hail King Eurystheus.
And the mighty protector
of Athens, Hercules!
Hercules! Hercules! Hercules!
A man faced with such adoration might
be tempted to think himself a god.
I only want to be a
husband and a father.
Lord Cotys awaits.
Hercules.
Welcome.
An honor to host such a legend.
Lord Cotys.
But in legend, you fight alone.
My reputation would not
exist without my comrades.
Autolycus of Sparta.
Tydeus of Thebes.
Atalanta of Scythia.
Iolaus of Athens.
- And Amphiaraus of Argos.
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