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(beat)
Your feud with Agamemnon is tearing
this army apart. And your
reputation suffers. The men are
talking -
Achilles' eyes narrow as his temper rises.
ACHILLES:
If my blood wasn't in your
veins -
PATROCLUS:
But your blood is in my veins.
(CONTINUED)
109.
115 CONTINUED:
(4) 115ACHILLES:
I gave you an order, cousin. We
leave at noon.
Achilles opens the tent flap.
PATROCLUS:
If you command us not to fight for
the king of kings, so be it. But
please don't ask me not to fight
for Greece.
(long beat)
When the shades hear my name I want
them to know I led a worthy life.
Achilles, face inscrutable, watches his cousin walk away.
116 INT. PRIAM'S MEETING HALL - MORNING 116
The notables we've seen in this room before -- Priam,
Hector, Glaucus, Velior, Archeptolemus -- are gathered
again.
ARCHEPTOLEMUS:
The omens are gathering. The
directive is clear.
HECTOR:
Fight for your country. That's the
only directive.
PRIAM:
(to Hector)
The last time the high priest spoke
to us he prophesied a great victory
for Troy. We won a great victory.
Let him speak.
(to Archeptolemus)
recommend?
ARCHEPTOLEMUS:
The gods favor our cause. Now is
the time to destroy the Greek army.
PRIAM:
Glaucus?
(CONTINUED)
110.
116 CONTINUED:
116GLAUCUS:
Their morale is battered. Hit them
now, hit them hard, and they will
run.
VELIOR:
I must admit, I overestimated the
Greeks. They lack discipline and
courage.
Hector, frustrated and weary, rubs his eyes.
HECTOR:
The Myrmidons did not fight
yesterday. There must be
dissension among the Greeks. But
if we attack their ships, we'll
unify them.
(beat)
If they decide to attack, let them.
They can't breach our walls. We'll
beat them back again.
(beat; to Priam)
Yesterday the Greeks underestimated
us. We should not return the favor
today.
Priam meditates on this conflicting advice. He stands and
paces about the room. He turns to Archeptolemus.
PRIAM:
You're confident about the meaning
of these omens?
ARCHEPTOLEMUS:
The desecration of his temple
angers Apollo. The gods have
cursed the Greeks. Two of their
kings have already gone down to the
dust.
Priam continues pacing, hands clasped behind his back.
PRIAM:
Prepare the army. We attack at
noon.
HECTOR:
We're making a mistake, father.
Father and son face each other across the long table.
PRIAM:
Prepare the army.
111.
117 EXT. ACHILLES' WARSHIP - LATER - DAY 117
Achilles' ship has already been hauled into the shallow
water, ready to depart. Myrmidons climb the gangplank,
carrying gear onto the ship's deck.
118 INT. ACHILLES' WARSHIP - DAY 118
Briseis sits in the cabin watching Achilles tie a hammock
to a peg. Something has changed between them. She looks
at him with undisguised tenderness.
BRISEIS:
Am I still your captive?
ACHILLES:
Captive is a harsh word. You're my
guest.
BRISEIS:
In Troy, guests can leave whenever
they want.
ACHILLES:
Strange custom.
Achilles takes her hand and inspects her uncalloused
palms.
ACHILLES:
You've never worked the fields.
Never chopped wood, never carried a
milk pail. These are the hands of
royalty.
Achilles raises his own hands and shows them to her.
ACHILLES:
underworld.
(beat)
All my life I've walked with Death.
But I grow tired of his company.
(beat)
Come with me to Larissa.
A hint of a smile crosses her lips.
BRISEIS:
Larissa. Is that where you're
from?
(beat)
It's a pretty name.
(CONTINUED)
112.
118 CONTINUED:
118ACHILLES:
I thought I'd never see it again.
(beat)
Before I left home my mother told
me my fate.
BRISEIS:
(sincere)
She speaks with the gods?
ACHILLES:
She knows things.
(beat)
She told me if I stayed home I'd
have a long, peaceful life. And if
I came to Troy, life would be
short... but my name would never be
forgotten.
BRISEIS:
And you chose Troy.
ACHILLES:
But what if Fate brought me here
for another purpose? What if I had
to go to war to find peace?
(beat)
To find you?
She cups his face between her palms, pulls him closer,
kisses his lips. For a moment they gaze at each other,
until the sounds of WAR CRIES, HORNS, and BATTLE DRUMS
fill the air.
Achilles raises his head and listens, his face hardening.
Briseis, alarmed, watches him.
119 EXT. AGAMEMNON'S TENT - DAY 119
Agamemnon, Nestor, and Odysseus exit the tent. The beach
is a frenzy of activity. Thousands of men rush to their
positions, hastily arming themselves. The kings look to
the high dunes.
120 EXT. HIGH DUNES - CONTINUOUS 120
Hector and his APOLLONIAN GUARDS, on horseback, crest the
dunes and look down on the Greek encampment. 25,000
TROJAN FOOT SOLDIERS march behind Hector. He gives a
signal. The force halts.
113.
121 EXT. BEACH ENCAMPMENT - CONTINUOUS 121
The GREEKS, plainly nervous, swarm to the long trench
they've dug. The Trojans crushed them yesterday. Now
they're back.
The Trojan ARCHERS pull their bows off their shoulders and
notch their arrows.
121B EXT. BEACH ENCAMPMENT 121B
The Greek archers notch their arrows.
Odysseus stands with his ITHACANS, waiting to battle. A
cry starts up on the far end of the Greek line and grows
steadily louder. Odysseus looks in that direction.
A glittering figure has stepped forth from the Myrmidon
camp, clad in the beautiful and distinctive armor that
every man in the Greek army recognizes.
ODYSSEUS:
Achilles.
All down the Greek line we hear the cheer building to a
roar. Agamemnon, hearing the commotion, turns and sees
the shining warrior. He watches the spectacle with mixed
emotions.
Eudorus, standing with several Myrmidons, is thrilled by
his leader's unexpected arrival.
EUDORUS:
Arm yourselves, men.
The Myrmidons quickly and excitedly arm themselves.
The Trojans are not aware of this energy. Hector raises
his sword and points at the Greeks. The Trojan army
charges. When they are within range the Trojan archers
release, sending a volley of arrows over the heads of
their comrades. The Greek archers release at the same
time.
Two flocks of arrows cross in the sky and swoop down on
the men below. Dozens of Greeks and Trojans fall to the
sand.
114.
121D EXT. GREEK BEACH DEFENSES 121D
But now the glorious bronzed figure of Achilles leaps over
the trench, sunlight reflecting off his polished armor.
He raises his sword to the sky. A great, violent ROAR
rises from the Greek army. When he runs toward the
Trojans the Greeks jump from their positions and follow.
The two armies collide. Unlike the grassy field the men
fought on yesterday, today's battle takes place on the
sand, and sand is everywhere.
Horse hooves kick up clouds of sand. Men struggle for
footing in the loose sand. Red blood puddles on the
yellow sand.
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