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HECTOR:
He has a good grip.
ANDROMACHE:
He's just like his father. He even
hates peas.
While this reunion is going on, Paris embraces his father,
PRIAM (70), king of Troy. Priam is a regal-looking man
with a shock of white hair and sharp blue eyes. He adores
Paris.
PARIS:
Father, this -- is Helen.
Helen bows her head, paying respect.
PRIAM:
Helen? Helen of Sparta?
Both Helen and Priam now look at Paris.
PARIS:
Helen of Troy.
If Priam is disturbed by this revelation, his face doesn't
betray it. He leans forward and kisses the former queen
on both cheeks. Helen didn't know what to expect -- she's
flustered and gratified at the same time.
PRIAM:
I've heard rumors of your beauty.
For once, the gossips were right.
Welcome.
HELEN:
Thank you, good king.
PRIAM:
Come, you must be tired.
He leads them up the stairs and into the palace.
36.
29A INT. ENTRANCE HALL (PALACE OF TROY) 29A
BRISEIS, a seventeen-year-old girl with an aristocratic
demeanor, wearing the white robes of a temple acolyte,
approaches the royal family. Paris smiles when he sees
her.
PARIS:
Briseis! Beloved cousin, your
beauty grows with each new moon.
Briseis, cheeks flushing, dips her knees in deference.
Hector approaches her now, arms open. Briseis's face
lights up. She hugs the eldest prince. Hector kisses the
top of her head.
HECTOR:
Did you miss me, little swan?
Briseis nods. Hector pinches the sleeve of her robe.
HECTOR:
PRIAM:
The young men of Troy were
devastated when she chose the
virgin robes.
Briseis' cheeks turn bright red.
BRISEIS:
Uncle.
Priam laughs and kisses the girl's forehead. He takes
three goblets of wine from a SERVANT holding a silver
platter and hands them to Hector and Paris, keeping one
for himself.
PRIAM:
I thank the gods for your safe
return.
The king and the princes spill a few drops of wine.
For the gods!
30 INT. PRIAM'S MEETING HALL - DAY 30
The camera glides down the long hall, past tall columns
and marmoreal depictions of the Olympians.
(CONTINUED)
37.
30 CONTINUED:
30At the far end of the hall, Priam stands by an open
archway looking over the city. Hector sits at a table
PRIAM:
It's the will of the gods.
Everything is in their hands.
(beat)
But I'm surprised you let him bring
her.
HECTOR:
If I'd let him fight Menelaus for
her, you'd be burning a son's body
instead of welcoming a daughter.
Priam closes his eyes at these words.
PRIAM:
Menelaus.
HECTOR:
You know Menelaus. He'd spear your
envoys' heads to his gate.
PRIAM:
What would you have me do?
HECTOR:
Put her on a ship and send her
home.
Priam thinks for a moment, staring out at his city.
PRIAM:
Women have always loved Paris and
he's loved them back.
(beat)
But this is different. Something
has changed in him. If we send her
back to Menelaus, he'll follow.
Hector stands and joins his father in the archway. He
gestures outside. The city of Troy teems with life, the
CITIZENS going about their business.
HECTOR:
This is my country. These are my
countrymen. I don't want to see
them suffer so my brother can have
his prize.
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
38.
30 CONTINUED:
(2) 30HECTOR (CONT'D)
(beat)
It's not just the Spartans coming
after her. By now Menelaus has
gone to Agamemnon, and Agamemnon's
wanted to destroy us for years.
Once we're out of the way he
controls the seas.
PRIAM:
Enemies have been attacking us for
centuries. Our walls still stand.
HECTOR:
Father.
(beat)
We can't win this war.
PRIAM:
Apollo watches over us. Even
Agamemnon is no match for the gods.
HECTOR:
How many battalions does the Sun
God command?
PRIAM:
Don't mock the gods.
Hector opens his mouth to argue but holds his tongue.
PRIAM:
When you were very young you came
down with scarlet fever.
Hector nods impatiently. He's heard this story before.
PRIAM:
Your little hands were so hot. The
healer said you wouldn't last the
night. I went down to Apollo's
temple and I prayed until the sun
came up.
(beat)
That walk back to the palace was
the longest of my life. But I went
into your mother's room and you
were sleeping in her arms. The
fever had broken.
(beat)
I promised that day to dedicate my
life to the gods. I will not break
my promise.
(CONTINUED)
39.
30 CONTINUED:
(3) 30Hector takes a deep breath. He knows Priam has decided.
PRIAM:
For thirty years I've worked for
peace. Thirty years.
(beat)
Paris is a fool sometimes. I know
that. But I'll fight a thousand
Hector looks past the city to the sea.
empty now, but he knows what's coming.
The waters are
HECTOR:
Forgive me, father.
be the one fighting.
But you won't
He bows and leaves the old king alone in the great hall.
32 INT. PARIS'S BEDCHAMBER - NIGHT 32
looking out to the dark sea.
hair.
Helen stands in the archway
HELEN:
They're coming for me.
(beat)
The wind is bringing them closer.
Paris stops pacing and stares at her.
PARIS:
What if we left? Tonight, right
now, what if we went down to the
stables, took two horses and left.
Ride east, keep riding -And
go where?
HELEN:
PARIS:
Away from here. I could hunt deer,
rabbit. I could feed us.
HELEN:
This is your home -PARIS
You left your home for me.
(CONTINUED)
40.
32 CONTINUED:
32HELEN:
Sparta was never my home. My
parents sent me there when I was
sixteen to marry Menelaus, but it
was never my home.
Paris, excited with his new-hatched plan, barely listens.
PARIS:
We'll live off the land. No more
palaces for us, no more servants.
We don't need any of that.
HELEN:
And your family?
PARIS:
We'd be protecting my family! If
we're not here there's no need for
a war.
HELEN:
Menelaus won't give up. He'll
track us to the end of the world.
PARIS:
He doesn't know these lands. I do.
We can lose ourselves in a day.
Helen stands and kisses him on the lips.
HELEN:
You don't know Menelaus. You don't
know his brother. They'll burn
every house in Troy to find us.
They'll never believe we've left -and
even if they do, they'll burn
Troy for spite.
Paris considers her words and finally nods.
PARIS:
Then I'll make it easy for him to
find me. I'll walk right up to him
and tell him you're mine.
Helen wraps her arms around Paris and rests her chin on
his shoulder.
HELEN:
You're very young, my love.
(CONTINUED)
41.
32 CONTINUED:
(2) 32PARIS:
We're the same age!
HELEN:
You're younger than I ever was.
The sun rises above Troy and the Trojan countryside.
dozens of SUPPLICANTS kneel before the statue of Poseidon
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