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HECTOR:
Bird signs! You want to plan our
strategy based on bird signs?
PRIAM:
Hector. Show respect. When
Archeptolemus prophesied four years
of drought, we dug deeper wells.
The drought came and we had water
to drink. The high priest is a
servant of the gods.
HECTOR:
And I'm a servant of Troy.
(beat)
father. You know that. But today
desecrated the statue of Apollo.
Apollo didn't strike the man down.
(beat)
The gods won't fight this war for
us.
(CONTINUED)
69.
76 CONTINUED:
(2) 76PARIS:
There won't be a war.
(he stands)
This is not a conflict of nations.
It's a dispute between two men.
And I don't want to see another
Trojan die because of me.
PRIAM:
Paris -
PARIS:
Tomorrow morning I will challenge
Menelaus for the right to Helen.
The winner will take her home. The
loser will burn before nightfall.
Paris leaves the room. The others sit in stunned silence.
GLAUCUS:
Does he have a chance?
Everyone looks at Hector, who meditates before answering.
HECTOR:
I want our army outside the gate in
the morning. Agamemnon won't let
this war end with a duel.
77 EXT. PALACE GARDEN - NIGHT 77
Priam's gardens are wondrous: palm trees grow in the
courtyard; flowered vines climb the walls; Aeolian harps
chime in the breeze.
Priam and Paris sitting on a bench, facing a statue of
Aphrodite. The king holds a cloth-wrapped bundle in his
lap.
PARIS:
Father, I... I'm sorry for the pain
I've caused you. I -
PRIAM:
Do you love her?
Paris looks up at the statue of Aphrodite.
(CONTINUED)
70.
77 CONTINUED:
77PARIS:
You're a great king because you
love your country so much. Every
blade of grass, every grain of
sand, every rock in the river -you
love all of Troy.
(beat)
That's the way I love Helen.
Priam nods and contemplates the goddess of beauty.
PRIAM:
I've fought many wars in my time.
Some were fought for land, some for
power, some for glory.
(beat)
I suppose fighting for love makes
more sense than all the rest.
Paris says nothing, but his father's words seem to relieve
a great burden from his shoulders.
PRIAM:
But I won't be the one fighting.
He hands Paris the bundle. Paris, curious, begins
unwrapping the cloth. Finally the object is uncovered: a
shining sword, expertly forged, inscribed with the seal of
Troy.
PARIS:
The Sword of Troy.
PRIAM:
My father carried this sword, and
his father before him, all the way
back to the founding of Troy. The
history of our people was written
with this sword.
(beat)
Carry it with you tomorrow.
Paris holds the sword up and it glows in the moonlight.
PRIAM:
The spirit of Troy is in that
sword. As long as a Trojan carries
it, our people have a future.
78 INT. HECTOR'S CHAMBER - NIGHT 78
Hector sits on the bed beside Andromache, who nurses their
baby boy.
(CONTINUED)
71.
78 CONTINUED:
78Hector looks exhausted. He stares at his son.
HECTOR:
He has no idea what's happening.
ANDROMACHE:
Thank the gods.
HECTOR:
The man who killed Tecton outside
Apollo's temple -- I've never seen
impossible throw.
A long beat until Andromache breaks the silence.
ANDROMACHE:
Briseis was in Apollo's temple this
morning.
Hector stares at Andromache.
HECTOR:
Are you sure?
She nods, swallows hard, and closes her eyes. After a
moment Hector, his eyes full of sorrow, runs his hand
through her long hair.
HECTOR:
I need to see my brother.
ANDROMACHE:
Don't go.
HECTOR:
I need to speak with him.
ANDROMACHE:
I mean tomorrow. Don't go. You've
fought enough. Let other men go
out there.
HECTOR:
You think I want to fight, my love?
I want to see my son grow tall. I
want to see the girls chasing after
him.
ANDROMACHE:
Just like they chased his father?
(CONTINUED)
72.
78 CONTINUED:
(2) 78HECTOR:
He's much more handsome than I ever
was.
For a moment they sit quietly, watching their son.
ANDROMACHE:
Spartan Wars. You'd think I'd be
good at losing by now.
(beat)
I can't lose you. I won't survive.
Hector stares at her for a beat before pulling her close
and kissing her. Everything is in this kiss, their entire
past. Andromache finally lets him go and Hector walks out
the door.
79 INT. PALACE HALL - LATER 79
As Hector walks to Paris's room, he spies someone in a
dark cloak sneaking down the candle-lit hallway -- an
assassin?
HECTOR:
Wait!
The cloaked figure looks back and then runs. Hector
chases. The fugitive runs through the archway at the end
of the corridor and into the garden.
80 EXT. PALACE GARDEN - CONTINUOUS 80
Hector runs into the garden. He's far faster. He seizes
his quarry and pulls aside the fugitive's cowl. It's
Helen.
HECTOR:
Helen?
By the light of the moon he examines her face. The stress
of recent weeks has taken its toll, but the shadows
beneath her eyes make her face more compelling than ever.
Embarrassed by the awkwardness of their position, Hector
stands and helps Helen to her feet.
HECTOR:
What are you doing out -
(CONTINUED)
73.
80 CONTINUED:
80Helen runs. Hector catches her again after a few strides.
HELEN:
Let me go.
HECTOR:
Where?
Helen struggles against Hector's grip, but it's useless.
HELEN:
Let me go!
Helen, still struggling, begins to cry. Hector pulls her
to his chest. She cries for real now, violently sobbing,
her mouth muffled against Hector's body.
HECTOR:
Shh. Shh.
HELEN:
I saw them burn. I saw them
burning on the pyres.
(beat)
It's my fault.
HECTOR:
No.
HELEN:
It is. You know it is. All those
widows. I still hear them
screaming.
Helen takes a deep breath. She manages to control
herself.
HELEN:
Their husbands died because I'm
here.
Hector can't deny this. Helen pushes herself out of his
grip.
HELEN:
I'm going down to the ships.
HECTOR:
No. You're not.
(CONTINUED)
74.
80 CONTINUED:
(2) 80HELEN:
I'll give myself back to Menelaus.
He can do what he wants -- kill me,
make me his slave. Anything's
better than this.
HECTOR:
It's too late for that. You think
Agamemnon cares about his brother's
marriage? This is about power.
Not love.
HELEN:
Paris is going to fight in the
morning.
HECTOR:
Yes.
HELEN:
Menelaus will kill him.
Hector looks away, the words hurting him.
HELEN:
I won't let that happen.
HECTOR:
It's his decision.
HELEN:
No. No. I can't ask anyone to
fight for me. I'm no longer queen
of Sparta.
Hector bows to Helen and kisses her hand.
HECTOR:
You're a princess of Troy. And my
brother needs you tonight.
Helen stares at Hector in wonder. The words seem to
bolster her spirit, and she smiles though her eyes are
still wet. She nods, touches his arm and goes back to the
palace.
81 EXT. BEACH ENCAMPMENT - DAWN 81
Up and down the beach thousands of GREEK WARRIORS prepare
for battle. Despite their vast numbers, the men are oddly
quiet, each absorbed with his own thoughts.
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