Ulisse Page #4

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We'll never get out now.

What are you trying to do?

Never mind.

Let's get this club over there.

Hurry, before he comes back.

All right, up.

Lean it up against the wall.

Careful.

Careful.

Polites, help me sharpen it.

Give me an ax.

What do you want to do?

I'm gonna try

to get us out of here.

Shall We kill him?

No. If we kill him, how can we get him

to move that stone?

I've got a better idea.

Quick, get some of those embers

and build a fire back there.

Craiton, give him a hand.

He's coming.

Hurry, get that down.

The rest of you, come on, hide it.

Here are the grapes.

Make me some more wine.

What is it?

Are you afraid of me?

All right, I'll go.

I won't bother you.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Let's make him some wine.

You hear?

Let's make him wine.

- Don't be afraid.

- More. More wine!

Get another one.

Wine for Polyphemus,

son of Neptune.

I want more wine.

Give me more.

More wine for the son of Neptune.

Good.

More more more.

- More wine.

- And more wine.

Wine for Polyphemus,

son of Neptune!

We make more wine.

We make more wine, hey.

More wine!

More wine for Polyphemus.

Well, Greek,

you have taught me what wine is.

Polyphemus shall reward you.

In gratitude,

I shall eat you last of all.

How do you prefer me, master?

Roasted, boiled, spiced?

Raw?

Soaked in this...

river of fire

that burns my insides.

In his eye.

The eye.

What have you done to me?

I am blind!

I am blind!

They have blinded me!

Where are you, cowards?

I will kill you.

Neptune, help me.

Help me kill the accursed Greeks.

May the gods destroy you!

Hey hey, here I am.

Over here.

Here, behind this rock.

Behind the rock, are you?

I'll get you.

No, over here, stupid.

- Accursed Greek, where are you?

- Here!

Where are you?

Come on, get those sheep out.

Quick.

Hurry.

Come on, let's hurry.

Goodbye, Polyphemus,

you drunken son of Neptune.

Enjoy your wine

and remember the Greeks

and the dance

they danced in your cave.

Quiet.

He'll know where we are.

Silence, sniveler.

Let me boast.

Who's master now,

Neptune or Ulysses?

The god with his trident

or the man with his grapes?

Roar on, you sightless drunkard,

roar on!

Go ahead, fill the sea

with blind stones.

Throw another

and another!

And when your father asks

who took your eye,

tell him it was Ulysses!

Ulysses, destroyer of cities,

sacker of Troy,

son of Laertes

and king of Ithaca.

To your oars, men.

Up with the sail.

Up with the sail!

Watch that rudder.

Take some of this wine

to those men up there.

- Here, eat this.

- Hurry, they're thirsty.

All right, I'm going.

Here, have this.

Pass this around.

There's no wind,

but we have a swift current.

Makes you happy, doesn't it?

Yes.

Doesn't it please you too?

I don't know.

There's a part of me

that loves the familiar,

the end of the journey, the harbor,

the cooking fires at home.

There's always the other part.

That part loves the voyage--

the open sea, storms,

strange shapes

of uncharted islands,

demons, giants.

Yes, Eurylochus,

there's part of me that's always

homesick for the unknown.

Yes, I understand.

And that is why I follow you--

even though I often

tremble with fear.

I often tremble too.

There's a strange odor

in the air tonight.

Yes, that's true.

A dry, dusty fragrance,

like a garden of dead flowers.

Why is it so quiet?

Can't even hear

the noise of the oars.

Look there!

- The rocks of the Sirens!

- Sirens?

No man who hears their song

can escape.

They will draw us

to the rocks and destroy us.

- We must flee, Ulysses, now

- Let us go, Ulysses.

It may be too late.

Quick, get some wax and stop up

the ears of all the men.

Tell them not to look to the right

nor to the left but to row.

Row for their lives.

It's the only thing

that will save them. Hurry!

- The Sirens!

- Do not be afraid.

Keep your heads down and row.

Put this in your ears and row!

- Give me some wax.

- Polites!

- Polites.

- What is it?

- Tie me to the mast.

- What's that?

Whatever my mouth speaks, whatever

orders I may give, do not obey them.

- What are you going to do?

- I want to hear their song.

- You're mad?

- Tie me to the mast.

All right then,

if that's what you wish.

As tight as you can.

Put the wax in your ears and row.

Put this in your ears.

- Give me some.

- Give me some.

Tighter.

And don't untie me.

Keep your eyes down.

Get your head down and row.

- What are you doing to him?

- He ordered me to do it.

- But why?

- I want to hear their song.

You are mad, Ulysses.

Put this in your ears quick.

Put this in your ears.

Stop up your own ears.

Hurry, before it's too late.

Give me some wax too.

Ulysses.

Ulysses.

It is I, Penelope.

Penelope?

Penelope the faithful.

Your young bride

when you sailed to Troy.

Your journey has ended.

You are back in Ithaca.

Ithaca.

Stop your rowing, men.

I have waited for you

1000 nights.

Are you not tired

of wandering?

Of never resting beside me

in your bed?

You are home, Ulysses.

Home in Ithaca at last.

Stop rowing, I say.

We're home in Ithaca.

Ship your oars.

Father, I'm your son

Telemachus.

Telemachus?

I am your son Telemachus,

who you left an infant

in his nurse's arms.

I am nearly a man now

and I do not know

the face of my father.

Telemachus.

Come ashore to your son,

your home,

your kingdom,

your awaiting wife.

Untie me!

Father.

Father, do not leave me!

Untie me!

I am waiting, Ulysses.

Untie me, you monsters!

Would you tear me

from my wife and my son?

Don't leave me!

Don't leave me!

The danger has passed.

Men, the danger has passed

Remove the wax.

Ulysses.

What did you hear?

The gods are playful

and without pity, Eurylochus.

The tricks they play

are merciless.

We're not making any headway.

Swing that rudder a little.

Row. Row.

There is something very strange.

The wind is blowing

but the sails do not fill.

The ship is out of control.

- It must be the current.

- There is no current.

We are rowing towards the open sea,

but that island keeps drawing us back.

I've never seen anything like this.

I can do nothing to control the ship.

- Down sail.

- Eh?

- We're going to land.

- Land?

I beg you, Ulysses, we don't know

what we'll find behind those rocks.

No, but it'll be interesting

to find out.

Down sail!

Eurylochus!

Eurylochus!

They've gone, Ulysses. They are

waiting for you at my house.

- Who are you?

- Circe.

Circe the witch.

That's such an ugly word.

Why not goddess?

Was it you who

pulled the ship off course?

I was lonely.

- What do you want with me?

- To help you.

To load your ship with riches

of all kinds.

To give you a favorable wind

to lead you home.

Why should you want

to do that for me?

It has been many years now

that men have been landing on my island.

Men famous for their bravery

and for their heroic deeds.

And each time

I was left more lonely then before.

But ever since the winds first

brought your name to me

and Echo repeated your deeds,

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