Hercules Page #4

Get up.

Next!

Again!

Both eyes open.

Keep practicing.

Firmer grip.

Elbow up.

Good.

Shield wall! Form!

Stand tall.

Excellent.

Careful you don't cut yourself, boy.

Again!

Rhesus is here. Close enough to

stick a blade between his ribs.

- What did you see?

- Centaurs.

Half man, half horse.

Hundreds of them.

He saw shadows in the night.

My Lord, I will go ahead into the Rhesus

camp. I will bring word of his plans.

If we let them get past Mount Asticus,

Thrace will fall. You want to stop Rhesus?

We'll go through the forest

and they'll never see us coming.

It'll slow down

our chariots. A gamble.

I have a plan.

The scouts have returned. Rhesus

has made his camp in Mount Asticus,

72 leagues away. Once these

men are ready, we march.

So, have you seen if we win or lose?

The gods have been annoyingly

silent on that matter.

What they have told me is

that I'm soon to discover...

there truly is a heaven or a hell.

When will you die?

Within a week in a place that

looks an awful lot like hell.

As always, the gods are

generous with hints,

but cheap on specifics.

Oh, cheer up, Hercules.

I've lived, not always well,

but long enough.

I'm ready for what's next.

Thracians, halt!

Shield wall! Form!

Battle positions!

Tydeus?

There is no enemy camp.

This is the right place.

Centaurs! They're real.

It seems that we're expected.

Centaurs?

Rhesus!

You have come looking for a fight,

and we are happy to oblige.

Hercules. The son of Zeus.

Your legend ends here.

Look at me.

Do I look afraid?

Phineas.

Traitor! Hades will have you!

After it has you, My Lord.

It is over, Cotys.

Mount Asticus on your front.

The woods at your back. And my

troops outman you three to one.

Surrender now, and we shall

consider being merciful.

Men die who speak to my

lord in such a manner.

You've made your choice.

Go!

In this moment, on this day,

become the man you were born to be!

You have it within yourselves

to write your own legends!

Let it be to death or victory!

Charge!

Shield wall!

Flanks out!

Maybe today.

Now!

Watch as the Amazon uses

the arrows of Artemis...

Silence, boy!

Spears forward!

Archers, ready!

Loose!

Advance!

Set them aflame!

Take cover!

Defend Lord Cotys!

Maybe not.

Shield wall! Attack!

Push forward!

To kill a snake, cut off its head.

Victory is yours, Lord Cotys!

It is not over yet!

F***ing centaurs.

Hail, Lord Cotys! Hail, Lord Cotys!

Hail, Lord Cotys! Hail, Lord Cotys!

Hail, Lord Cotys!

Halt!

Get up.

Get up.

- Up.

- Enough!

You helped a tyrant enslave a nation.

All I did was stop you from

burning more villages.

- I burned no villages.

- Then who did?

Ask yourself,

if Cotys is beloved, why did he need to

hire mercenaries to do his dirty work?

Keep moving, dog.

You've been fighting

on the wrong side.

Where are you going?

I'm taking some water

to the prisoner.

Sit down.

It's time.

Thrace is finally united.

One land,

one King,

one Thrace.

One land! One King! One Thrace!

Thrace is not a man, a king,

or a god! Thrace is her people!

Who cares what Rhesus claims?

Our work is done.

Let's collect our fee and be gone.

Don't do anything foolish.

Where are you going?

I saw pity in your eyes

for Rhesus. Why?

Look at me. Cotys is responsible

for this war, isn't he?

You lie very well. Clearly,

your father's daughter.

I didn't do it for my father.

I did it for my son.

If I disobeyed Cotys or resisted in

any way, Arius would be executed.

I did what any mother would.

I protected my child.

My husband was king. And Cotys

poisoned him to take his place.

Rhesus fought back.

Civil war broke out.

Arius is the legitimate king.

My father is old. He will not

live forever, and once he is gone,

my son will be a good king.

- And he will heal this land.

- That's a dream.

And you can help. Please,

when you leave Thrace,

take Arius with you.

Please keep him safe.

Find another savior.

Hercules?

The King commands your presence.

My Lady.

Ah, champion of Thrace!

Something tells me we're

not gonna get paid.

- You could be right.

- Oh, sh*t.

You wanted conquerors, not heroes.

- You betrayed me, Cotys.

- Betrayed?

A mercenary who has long since

sold his conscience for gold

can hardly presume to

judge his employers.

Let's not quibble about details.

We all know your legend, Hercules.

But here is mine.

When I was a general in the army of Thrace,

I had dreams of ruling this kingdom.

But thanks to you, my dreams

have grown. I now crave an empire.

My thousands will train more

thousands, and they even more.

The lessons of Hercules will spread.

What you began here

can never be stopped.

And if you fear what

such an army may do,

then lead it.

You want me to serve you?

Spare me the moral outrage.

Child killer.

Getting us all killed, bad idea.

Well, I must take this as a "no".

In that case,

your services are no longer required.

You will be paid in full.

Bring them the gold.

If we hurry, we can be spending

our fortunes in Macedonia.

Take mine, too.

What do you think

you're doing? Let's go.

There will be no more

innocent blood on my hands.

I can't leave without

setting this right.

Oh, I see. And who's gonna be paying

us for this suicidal endeavor?

- Thrace needs our help.

- To hell with Thrace. We have gold.

You remember the Black Sea.

That beach you spoke of is within reach.

Leave now, be free.

I would never be free.

In this fight, you're alone.

Never saw that one coming.

- How can you just walk away?

- You can't just leave.

- Why not?

- It's all right.

You've sacrificed your lives for me.

Now you can finally be free.

Whatever debt you feel

you owe me is paid.

Debt?

You think we follow you

because we owe you?

Look around, Hercules.

We're family.

All we have is each other.

We will fight for you. And if it's

our time, we will die for you.

Because you would die for us.

Take that, too. I have no need of it.

- This is madness.

- You want madness?

Tonight, a spear of flame

will pierce my heart.

Is that not the most insane

death you've ever heard of?

Crazy. The lot of you.

Autolycus.

Iolaus. Go with Autolycus.

- I think I'll stay.

- Nephew.

Uncle, all I've ever done is tell stories

of great deeds performed by others.

It's time I stopped telling their stories.

Started living my own.

Well, you may have all completely

lost your minds, but not me.

Not me.

Autolycus?

Live like a king, my friend.

What about Cotys?

He paid us to save Thrace.

Let's not disappoint him.

Lay down your arms.

Lay down your arms!

Or your nephew dies first.

I invite you to join me. You refuse.

I order you to leave. You return.

Get your hands off me.

I overheard her

conspiring with Hercules.

They were planning to remove the

young Prince from your protection.

No.

Let go of him! Don't touch him!

Arius! No!

- No! You're hurting him! No!

- Hercules, no! Help me! Stop!

- Help! No!

- Arius. No.

Arius! No!

Magnificent, aren't they?

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