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HELEN:
...bringing this.
Priam shakes his head and smiles sadly.
PRIAM:
I blame you for nothing.
Everything is in the hands of the
gods.
(beat)
Besides, how could I blame anyone
for falling in love with Paris?
Helen looks out at the battlefield, fixing on Paris, at
this distance a tiny figure on horseback. Priam takes
her hand.
81.
89 EXT. BATTLEFIELD - DAY 89
Hector and Paris ride up to the Greek kings. Menelaus
stares at Paris, his fingers tapping the hilt of his
sword. Paris does not make eye contact.
The kings step down from their chariots and the Trojan
princes dismount from their horses. Both armies are lined
up several hundred yards apart.
Agamemnon surveys the Trojan army.
AGAMEMNON:
I see you're not hiding behind your
high walls. Valiant of you. Ill-
advised, but valiant.
HECTOR:
You come here uninvited. Go back
to your ships. Go home.
AGAMEMNON:
We've come too far, Prince Hector.
MENELAUS:
Prince? These are not princes.
What son of a king would accept a
man's hospitality, eat his food,
drink his wine, and then steal his
wife in the middle of the night?
PARIS:
The sun was shining when your wife
left you.
Menelaus draws his sword. He points it at the city walls.
MENELAUS:
She's up there watching, isn't she?
Good. I want her to watch you die.
Agamemnon places a hand on his brother's arm.
AGAMEMNON:
Not yet, brother.
He makes a sweeping gesture, indicating his entire army.
AGAMEMNON:
Look around you, Hector. I've
brought all the warriors of Greece
to your shores.
(CONTINUED)
82.
89 CONTINUED:
89NESTOR:
You can still save Troy, young
prince.
AGAMEMNON:
I have two wishes. If you grant
them, no more of your people need
to die. First, give Helen back to
my brother. Second, Troy must
submit to my command, to fight for
me whenever I call.
HECTOR:
You want me to look upon your army
and tremble. Well, I see them. I
see fifty thousand men brought here
to fight for one man's greed.
AGAMEMNON:
Be careful, boy. My mercy has
limits.
HECTOR:
I've seen the limits of your mercy.
And I tell you now that no son of
Troy will ever submit to a foreign
ruler.
AGAMEMNON:
Then every son of Troy shall die.
PARIS:
There is another way.
PARIS:
(to Menelaus)
I love Helen. I won't give her up.
And neither will you. So let's
fight our own battle. Let the
winner take Helen home, and that
will be the end of it.
AGAMEMNON:
A brave offer. But not enough.
Menelaus pulls Agamemnon aside and speaks to him out of
the others' earshot.
MENELAUS:
Let me kill this little peacock.
(CONTINUED)
83.
89 CONTINUED:
(2) 89AGAMEMNON:
I didn't come here for your pretty
wife. I came for Troy.
MENELAUS:
And I came for my honor. His every
breath insults me.
(beat)
Let me kill him. When he's lying
in the dust, give the signal to
attack. I'll have my revenge and
you'll have your city.
Agamemnon ponders the offer. He nods. They rejoin the
others.
MENELAUS:
(to Paris)
I accept your challenge. And
tonight I'll drink to your bones.
He walks over to his chariot and grabs his shield. Hector
helps Paris into his helmet and speaks quietly to him.
HECTOR:
He doesn't have the stamina he once
did. Make him swing and miss.
He'll tire.
Paris nods. He turns toward Menelaus but quickly turns
back and grabs Hector's arm.
PARIS:
Hector!
Hector waits. Paris opens his mouth but no words come
out. He tries again.
PARIS:
If I fall -- tell Helen -- tell
her -
HECTOR:
I will.
PARIS:
Don't let Menelaus hurt her. Make
him swear -
HECTOR:
Think about your sword and his
sword. Nothing else.
(CONTINUED)
84.
89 CONTINUED:
(3) 89Hector hugs him close for a moment and releases him.
Paris walks toward the center of the field, where Menelaus
waits.
89A PARIS'S POV 89A
It's difficult to see from inside your bronze helmet.
Your peripheral vision is severely restricted, and the
nose guard bisects your vision.
Your breathing sounds amplified, impossibly loud and half-
panicked. But there's no turning back. Menelaus stands
in the center of the vast battlefield, patient and
menacing, carving the air with lazy strokes of his sword.
You look back and see Hector. Hector nods, trying to
encourage you, but he looks worried. Behind Hector is the
Trojan army, twenty-five thousand silent men.
Behind the army is the city of Troy. Atop those walls,
beneath that blue canopy, your father is watching, and the
woman you love.
You turn back to Menelaus. He's smiling at you.
Menelaus charges at Paris and swings mightily, trying to
knock the prince's head from his shoulders. Paris manages
to duck beneath the flashing blade.
Menelaus fights with little art and great savagery,
exploiting his superior strength. Paris is quicker. He
nearly surprises the bigger man with a fast sword thrust,
but Menelaus dominates the fight, hammering Paris's shield
with a furious barrage of blows.
Paris steps away and tries another thrust, but this time
Menelaus sidesteps and smashes Paris in the jaw with the
hilt of his sword, knocking the prince's helmet off.
Paris falls, blood leaking from his nose and mouth.
Hector, frustrated and powerless to help, tries to will
his brother to victory.
HECTOR:
(under his breath)
Get up. Get up.
85.
Ajax and Odysseus, standing together, watch the bloodied
prince. Ajax looks disgusted, Odysseus amused.
AJAX:
This is the prince of Troy? In
Salamis, the women fight better.
ODYSSEUS:
But they're not as pretty.
90 EXT. WALLS OF TROY - CONTINUOUS 90
Helen, unable to sit, now stands at the wall, watching her
lover battle her husband. Priam stands beside her.
91 EXT. BLUFF - CONTINUOUS 91
Patroclus and the other Myrmidons watch the battle.
EUDORUS:
Menelaus still knows how to fight.
92 EXT. BATTLEFIELD - CONTINUOUS 92
Menelaus swings at the fallen prince but Paris is able to
block the blow with his shield and scramble to his feet.
Menelaus points to the sky. Three CROWS circle above.
MENELAUS:
You see the crows?
(beat)
before.
The Spartan's mind games are working -- Paris wears the
face of a man who doesn't want to fight. He swings
clumsily and Menelaus manages to catch his wrist. The
Spartan grins and raises his sword for the kill.
Paris lashes out with his free hand, punching the Spartan
hard in the jaw. Menelaus grunts and shoves the Trojan
away. He spits out a tooth. He's no longer smiling.
exchange a quick glance: not bad.
86.
92B MENELAUS 92B
But Menelaus bores in again, blow after blow. Finally his
bronze blade bites into Paris's thigh. Paris staggers
backward, blood flowing down his leg. He swings
desperately but Menelaus parries, knocking the sword from
Paris's hand.
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