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NARRATOR: Hear now the song of Troy,
and of the years the sea would not forget.
Long ago, the kingdoms of Greece united
in a common cause...
summoned by oath and honor.
Their kings gathered a mighty fleet
and sailed across the sea to the great city of Troy.
Its walls higher than any siege tower,
thick enough that no battering ram could break them.
A city that should never have fallen.
At its heart was Helen, wife of Menelaus, king of Sparta,
and when the Trojan prince Paris carried her away,
the kingdoms of Greece arose as one.
For ten long years, they lay siege to Troy.
Though countless warriors fought and died,
the city remained unconquered.
But where armies had failed, cunning would prevail.
Under the cover of darkness,
Odysseus set a daring plan into motion.
Greek warriors entered the city unseen.
By dawn, Troy was consumed by fire,
and the long war had come to an end.
Yet for Odysseus, patient as the tide,
and cunning beyond all others,
the longest journey was just beginning.
The King!
King Odysseus!
Our men are gone, but Troy is fallen,
and our battle is won.
Where are we going?
Home. To my kingdom.
To my son. My wife.
You may join me.
Be an advisor in my court.
For your bravery in this terrible war, I will ensure
you will want for nothing for the rest of your life.
Thank you, my King.
It would be my honor.
The journey will not be easy.
I will swim if I must, but I will get home.
Trojans!
If the gods are willing.
Tell me, O Muse, the man of many devices,
who wandered full many ways after he had
sacked the great citadel of Troy.
Home, then.
Lest I have not honored the gods
enough to receive the reward I deserve.
Greetings, Odysseus.
The good man.
Bright-eyed Athena.
Goddess on high.
Clever, maybe.
Clever is better than good.
Not just clever.
Brutal, decisive, and ingenious.
Hiding your soldiers in the gift of a wooden horse,
your Trojan horse.
Taking the city by surprise from the inside out.
Your greatest work.
It did what it was made to do.
But I cannot look behind.
As any craftsman worth his salt, I pray
that my greatest work lies ahead.
Perhaps it does.
So home, then. Ithaca. To your wife.
Your city.
Yes, the only journey worth the fight.
Are you coming with me, Athena?
Or is there another reason for this visit?
I come to bring you a warning.
The gods, they are fickle, Odysseus.
They will not make your journey home an easy one.
Your trials will be their entertainment.
They know now that you are a clever man.
They are jealous.
They will use this against you to show their power.
Curse me or bless me, Goddess on high.
But be quick about it.
In due time.
And so begins your odyssey.
And the game of the gods.
Then pray for me, goddess.
For I must reach home.
For my kingdom.
My everything.
My son. My wife.
My world will be gone.
I am looking for men.
A crew for a dangerous journey.
One the gods themselves may turn their will against.
Once I am home, as king of Ithaca,
I assure you each will receive a suitable reward.
You will never want for anything for the rest of your lives.
You have the word of the king himself.
A generous offer and reward.
But are you as good as your word?
Polites!
You look a little bit past your prime.
- By the gods! - Old man.
After all this time.
All this time and you still haven’t gotten any better
at motivational speeches.
Absolute crickets from you as well.
This is a man who has saved my life on numerous occasions.
A debt we have both repaid each other more than once
in a war that has lasted more than five years.
Although it’s closer to ten now.
But these days,
I am much better collecting scars than I am glory.
But, you will find plenty of much younger,
probably not as bright men more than willing to join you.
But probably not here,
sipping goblets in the middle of the day.
And the rest here,
well, they know not the true cost of war,
though they may be eager.
- As once we were. - As we once were.
Listening to our fathers and our grandfathers stories.
And just more than willing to prove ourselves.
Can I trust them?
About as much as you can trust me.
All I know is that what’s waiting for you back in Ithaca,
now that is your reward.
And you deserve it, too.
But for the rest of us...
Join me. I need men who I can trust.
Men with experience in battle.
No, no, no. I will not be going to any battle.
Or any wars. Ever again.
I am unpersuadable. I cannot be persuaded.
Did I mention the gold?
Well, did I mention unpersuaded?
When do we start?
As soon as we recruit two more.
- Two more? - Yes.
Okay. Let’s go.
Alkimos the Navigator.
From what I heard, he was the one that saved a ship
of fishermen from a cyclone.
Really?
I’ve heard of you, King Odysseus.
What have you heard?
That you, sacker of cities, son of Laertes,
are favored by the gods.
Not all the gods. One or two. Maybe less.
You survived the Trojan War.
You’re a king.
The King of Ithaca.
I have a family that comes from Ithaca.
I haven’t seen them since I was little.
You know, my king--
I’m not king today.
But if you help me get home, I will be.
I’m a good navigator.
But you mentioned gold.
Did I?
Oh. You did. Yes. You mentioned gold.
He mentioned gold.
Hmm.
I don’t seek gold.
I’m bored.
Bored of fishing boats filled with old men
with putrid smelling cargo.
I seek adventure.
New shores.
Like in the stories.
Stories about you.
Then join me,
and we will make stories that they will never forget.
And I promise you, it will be anything but boring.
And once we reach Ithaca, you can join my guard
and help me protect our fair kingdom.
My king.
Now, how are you at fighting?
I can handle my own.
But if you want a force to be reckoned with,
you want to recruit Eurylochus,
I’ve never seen another man fight quite like he has.
We’ll pay him a visit next.
So what say you, Eurylochus?
I have killed a lot of men to protect my home.
War has plagued our country for many years.
How are you at sea?
I’m a fast swimmer, and even faster with a sword.
Hm. Is that so?
Hm.
But now that the war is over,
I’ve found work at a vineyard up the road.
The owner, he treats me well.
And his daughter, Talia, she’s...
I just don’t know if I can commit to a journey this long.
You will be in Ithaca before sundown two days hence.
We have to be.
And if you decide to stay in our fair kingdom,
you will live a life of ease in Ithaca.
And once there, she can join you.
If you teach me how to be as fast
as you, my king Odysseus, then I’m in.
And as I promised...
We need gold.
You said we need to be to Ithaca in two days.
Yes. I have a plan.
But you must trust me.
I’m with you to the end, my king.
Or thereabouts.
From Troy, Odysseus launched his journey home
with 12 ships and 600 men.
Back in Ithaca, Odysseus’s dear wife Penelope
dreams of her love bearing the brutal seas
to find his way home to her.
Odysseus?
God’s above.
You’ve shown me Odysseus lives.
Now bring him home.
Bring him home now, or these lips
shall never again speak your names.
A growing boy needs food.
A boy needs many things, mother, but I am not a boy.
Not any...
Mother.
I’ve seen him, Telemachus.
I’ve seen your father.
You’re bleeding. You must sit.
No, my son. We must stand and fight.
What have you seen?
A vision.
A message from the gods.
Troy burns.
Your father, he is triumphant.
He is coming home, but it may not be fast enough.
Ithaca is vulnerable now.
Now that the war is over,
Odysseus must return to reclaim the throne, otherwise
another can claim this kingdom as his own.
Your father would rather die than let that happen.
He will return. He must.
And in his absence, I am the man of this house,
and I say that we...
You will be a man soon enough, my love. You will.
But you cannot be king. Not yet.
And therein lies our fight.
Each day that your father is away, others become
more willing to claim this kingdom as their own.
If he does not return, I will not also lose you.
So we must be strong, my son.
Together, we must be like your father.
Smart and resourceful.
And protect this kingdom without violence.
Clever.
So clever as to make the gods jealous.
Whether we want it or not, the heavens will continue to
move without Odysseus here by our side where he belongs.
If he does not return soon
after victory has been declared,
then by law he will have abandoned his duties as king.
And a suitor, any suitor,
may lay claim to this house,
and to the crown of Ithaca.
And to you.
The law only reaches so far.
When they come, and come they will,
we must be ready.
And I am ready to fight for you and for father and the kingdom.
Son, this is not going to be a sword fight.
Or even a fight of fists.
This will be a fight of words and propriety.
We need to buy him time.
Keep the suitors busy.
Their bellies full and distracted.
Now come and honor me like you do him.
The war is over now.
But our battle is just beginning.
Goddess Athena...
Help us.
I pray.
But help Odysseus.
Help my father.
Please.
The mighty storm that struck Odysseus
ravaged the sea for ten days, taking them far off course.
After battling the sea,
Odysseus has arrived at his home in Ithaca...
or so he thought.
This is not Ithaca, Athena!
This is another one of the gods’ cruel jokes.
I must get home.
I will get home.
Penelope.
Sweet Penelope.
I will come home.
Look at you keeping step with the gods.
Athena.
I am many leagues off course.
I’m only two days journey from Ithaca.
Please.
Spirit me home to Ithaca, great goddess.
You know that I cannot.
It is not within my power to do so.
But think, Odysseus.
Perhaps there is a reason that you are not yet home.
The gods have another plan.
I see.
I am here to help.
I can offer you help three times along your journey.
Three gifts.
Only three?
’Tis all I am permitted.
I am helping because I see myself
in your clever mind and your tactician’s brain.
Your glory in the Trojan War honors me.
And that is why I will help you.
I am flattered, goddess.
I must decline.
I am offended.
Odysseus. Refusing a gift from the gods?
From Athena herself.
If you cannot spirit me home then please
understand I must ask for help only when I need it.
When all hope is lost, my wits abandon me and death beckons.
In this moment I will honor your generosity
for I know the value of godly gifts.
Then you must know even now
dogs are sniffing at your house
and at your wife.
The gods are testing your cleverness, Odysseus.
Then I pray the gods do not stall me
any longer than they already have.
Go, hero.
Honor me and prove your worth.
Get home.
No matter what horrors the gods place upon your path.
The opportunity here is too great to pass up.
A kingdom, a crown,
and even the queen herself
all free for the taking.
And it should be easy enough owing to propriety
and Grecian law.
All suitors must be taken seriously.
And I will be the first.
Ha!
The early bird gets the kingdom.
She’ll have no choice but to honor my demands.
All of my demands.
Antinous just said the most awful things.
Threatening to take the crown, our house, and you!
Then it has begun.
We must be on our guard, Telemachus.
Always polite and inviting.
But on our guard.
But on our guard!
Perilous winds and unsettling new lands
take their toll on the voyagers
who now explore a small island, rich in gold.
Is this part of the plan, Lord Odysseus?
Indeed, Eurylochus.
Now stay close, and your lips closed.
I don’t quite understand what this has to do with gold.
We’re going to retrieve gold.
My gold that was stolen by a cyclops.
He’s the son of Poseidon, God of the sea.
A real cyclops?
Why didn’t you tell us sooner?
They eat people, so I’ve heard.
My brave crew...
Alkimos, you wanted adventure.
Here it is.
Eurylochus, you wanted to stay alive in a cave with a Cyclops.
You must learn to be faster.
And Polites, now you wanted gold.
Yes, this cyclops has been hoarding gold for years.
Mine and others.
And that gold will help me pay your rewards.
He’s been terrorizing this mountainside for many years.
It’s time we return the favor.
Today, our journey begins with a cyclops.
Or it ends before it begins.
Now who’s with me?
My king.
Help! Help!
He... He ate him.
Do as I say when I say, then we will win the day.
All right, what’s the plan?
We’ll circle the base of the mountain.
Go inside.
Stay close, and downwind.
Cyclops, he can smell us nearly a league away.
Hold, hold, hold.
At Troy, during the war, you were there?
I sure was.
I barely survived, and I probably wouldn’t have
if it weren’t for Odysseus.
Saved me from an entire garrison.
Picked them off one by one.
Hiding in the shadows, which is a pretty big
feat for him, considering he’s a big bastard.
I’ve only heard stories.
Legends, really.
Well, not everything you hear is true.
Only half of what I just said was true.
Is he as good a man as they say?
He’s a great man, though he’d never admit it.
But out of humility.
He’s a man who values many virtues.
But the one he values above all others is cleverness.
You see, a good man engenders himself to friends, family.
A clever man, a clever man survives.
Quickly, now.
Gods willing, we will, too.
Keep your eyes open and your wits about you, man.
Odysseus, you know no-ones actually entered
the Cyclops cave and lived to tell the tale.
Not until today they don’t.
He will be busy with his guest.
This is our chance.
We sneak in, find the treasure,
take what we can carry, stay quiet,
get out the same way.
Stay with me.
Stay low.
But how do we find the treasure?
Where does the cyclops even keep its treasure?
It smells like death.
What better place to hide your gold than in
a place that smells so bad that no one dares enter?
Use your nose. Follow its direction.
Is... Is somebody here?
I smell... I smell men.
I smell your fear.
You can’t... You can’t hide for long
and Polyphemus, the son of Poseidon,
is still hungry.
There.
The smell of the worst is that way.
Move, move.
Let’s move.
Quiet.
Holy gold.
Reward.
Rewards for good men.
Shh.
Okay, quickly.
Take everything you can.
Actually, only what you can carry, just like Odysseus said.
Wait, where is Odysseus?
Odysseus is gone.
You’ve come for my gold!
Shh!
- Thieves! - Okay, take cover!
Thieves, who are you?
We’re nobody!
Grab the treasure! Run!
Go! I’ll keep him busy!
We fight with you, my king!
Eurylochus!
Odysseus!
Polites, help! Ah!
No! No!
You will die, foul beast!
For Eurylochus!
Nobody?
It calls for help.
No one will come!
It calls out for nobody.
No one will come.
May the gods bless you, Eurylochus,
and speed you through the underworld
as quickly as the gods will permit.
Now, go. Grab the treasure.
The son of Poseidon will not lick his wounds long.
Go!
- Only take what we need. - Only take what we need.
Yes, enough for a boat.
Provisions and no more.
Okay, here’s a bit of gold. There’s a bit of this...
- Hurry! - Yes, grab that.
That’s expensive, I like that. Okay, and...
Yes, let’s go.
Go, go!
Charie!
And greetings to the great house of Odysseus.
Greetings to you, traveler.
Your voice seems so...
familiar.
But our house is in no condition...
Aye, aye. Well met, my lord Telelachus.
Telemachus.
Apologies. Apologies.
I am Antinous.
And I come bearing gifts.
The gift of my protection.
A gracious home.
A kingly estate, indeed.
Ready our ship, men. We leave port immediately.
- My king. - My king.
Come to wish us farewell?
I have.
And I come bearing a gift.
A bag of wind to speed you along your journey.
Perhaps if you’d accepted my offer of help,
and asked for stronger and faster ships,
you would not need it.
Or you would already be closer to home.
My ship.
I would not trust a boat from the gods.
Who knows if the previous owners seek revenge and come find me?
And what of the previous owners of this treasure?
My ship.
My treasure.
My men.
What’s left of them.
By Olympus.
One of the gods speaking to Odysseus.
Gifts.
Gifts from the gods themselves.
It’s a generous gift.
And I accept your bag of wind.
But it is not one of your three gifts until I use it.
Why not use it now?
I will use it.
But I will use it when I must.
The gifts of a god come with a heavy price.
Hurry home, son of Laertes.
Honor me.
Rewards.
Odysseus!
Was that...
Athena herself.
Come to wish us a farewell.
Could she help us?
Help us get there faster.
I would give my life many times over if it
meant getting home sooner to my loved ones.
But the gods play dangerous games with men.
They could spirit us home with just a mere thought.
Or the breath from their lungs.
Or they could smite us where we stand and send us to our dooms.
To them, it’s all the same.
That’s why we must tread lightly.
Especially with the ones who seem the most generous.
And what of that?
Is that a gift? A reward?
No, it’s nothing.
It’s a good luck charm.
Now, Polites, let’s go home.
A guest in my home.
Aye, but not just any guest.
Antinous, my queen.
At your service.
Well met, Antinous.
And to what do we owe this generous visit?
I come to pay my respects to the great Odysseus himself.
And to those he left behind.
He will return. He...
And we accept that respect
in the spirit that it was given.
Thank you, Antinous.
And I am here to confirm that this home is safe.
Safe from any who might think to encroach upon its sanctity.
And to offer my allegiance and my duty to you
and yours and to this kingdom.
And to offer my services to you
as husband and father...
and king.
There is no need for that.
Or for you. My father--
You’ll forgive my son.
He can be rather spirited.
Much like his father.
A generous proposal, indeed.
But we have only just met.
Perhaps we can get better acquainted first.
A fair suggestion.
Right and good.
But I have to admit, my gracious queen.
I am famished.
And my lips are parched from my long journey to your door.
Yes. Refreshments might do us all some good.
Telemachus.
I could use your help.
Take your time.
I’m in no rush.
Mother, what are you doing?
My duty, my son.
And I expect you to do the same.
Antinous is our guest.
Antinous is a lecherous fool who...
Mother, I--
There will be other fools, son.
He is merely the first.
It’s just like I warned you.
Every day Ithaca goes without a king
and our house without our dearest love,
we edge closer and closer to chaos.
While he is here, the others in
waiting will keep their distance.
Concerned about their chances, making assumptions...
Peace is kept.
But mother, I don’t think...
We keep-- We keep him distracted.
And we buy your father time.
And while we wait and be polite and
kowtow to that, any peace we buy
is not guaranteed.
It is all we can do.
For now.
Now, come on.
We mustn’t keep our honored guest waiting.
Steady there, Alkimos.
With any luck, we’ll be home in a day and a half.
My king.
A storm’s coming.
Keep it steady, Alkimos.
Put your back into it.
Polites, grab those lines. We’re going to need them.
Poseidon’s bad breath.
Poseidon’s breath?
Hot air and spit.
That’s Poseidon’s bad breath.
He must have learned of the mark I left on his son.
And his ocean is pushing us off course.
Look, there.
Oh, yes.
The current. It turns against us.
Yes. Adjust your heading.
Into the wind.
- The wind? - Yes.
My king...
Poseidon’s strength is strongest in the water and the current.
But if we catch the wind we can use it as our guide.
Polites, fortify the mast and the sail.
We cannot afford to be any further from our goal.
My king, the ship...
She can’t hold it.
She will do what we tell her to do.
The wind going one way and the current the other.
I’m afraid we’re going to be torn apart.
If we catch the wind, tread lightly.
We can crest the waves instead of wrestling with them.
Yes.
We must tread lightly if we want to keep pace with those.
Spit all you want, Poseidon! I will not be swayed.
Not today, not ever.
Odysseus...
The waves!
The waves, they’re coming right for us.
We’ve got to keep her on course!
Try harder.
Come on! Come on, oh gods. Punish me!
Punish me!
The sea, she means to turn us over!
- Odysseus. - Hold tight.
Hold tight, men. We can steer her.
We’re not strong enough.
We’re not going to make it.
The sea shall eat us all.
The wind. The wind’s too strong.
We’re going to lose the sail.
No. No, it’s not too strong. It’s the strength we need.
Hand me those lines.
Pull the oar. Pull with all your might!
Pull!
If we lose the oar, we’re done for.
If we do not act now, we die.
Pull the oar!
Pull it!
That’s it. That’s it!
The wind is the strength we need.
It’s working.
Odysseus.
Wind.
Wind and water.
They are nothing.
They are nothing when Ithaca waits for us.
I’m coming home.
I am coming home.
So then...
Queen Penelope.
Antinous.
Do you have need of more food?
Or drink perhaps?
Both. Please.
Your wine.
It has a lovely bouquet.
A noble vintage indeed.
A captivating aroma.
And sweet acidity.
It is rich.
And full bodied.
Just like you.
You do flatter me, Antinous.
Maybe I do.
But...
I worry...
The time for flattery has passed.
There will be other suitors
lining up at your door.
And soon...
They will be much less patient men than I.
And after the suitors
will come the looters.
And then the troublemakers.
And I will be unable to protect you.
Unless?
Unless I am your husband.
Unless I am king.
I would hate to see anything unfortunate befall you...
Or your son in such
rudderless times as these.
It is time to make your choice, Penelope.
Before someone makes it for you.
Alkimos, get some beeswax.
Focus repairs on the prow of the ship.
That storm really took a bite out of our hide.
But we need the ship to have her speed back.
Yes, my king.
The sea herself added another day and a half to our journey
that we do not have to spare.
The woes of my heart upon this sea.
What storm do you think was worse?
The one we just sailed through, or the one that is on your brow?
The storm to come.
The journey ahead.
The journey home.
Yes.
Polites, is I must get home no matter what the cost.
I must.
I wonder if the costs already paid.
No, Polites...
The costs were paid both here and back in Troy.
With flesh and blood.
And this. This is our reward, is it?
More hardship.
More storms. Rough seas.
I cannot control the fates. Nor the seas.
You forget that I’ve seen you
perform miracles before, Odysseus.
Miracles even the gods couldn’t choose.
If this was my kingdom, yes.
But this is not my kingdom.
Back home in my kingdom--
By the gods of the sea!
The sea has teeth!
By the gods!
Charybdis!
It’s another one of Poseidon’s weapons of vengeance.
You didn’t stop Poseidon.
You just made him more angry.
Alkimos, come steer.
Steer us around the outside of it.
My king, the repairs aren’t finished yet.
Without them, we won’t be able to make that turn.
It will be almost impossible.
I will make that turn. I will.
The sea!
It has swallowed so many,
but I had no idea it had a mouth!
My king, the winds!
We’re losing speed!
Odysseus, what do we do?
We will not let it dissuade us off our course.
Push, Alkimos!
Push, Polites!
Push!
We will ride the wind and the waves to freedom!
Aye, my king!
Odysseus!
Look!
By the gods! It follows!
Use the gift, son of Laertes! The gift!
The gift the goddess gave to you!
If it can help us, use it!
Soon, loyal Polites!
Use it now!
I will not let Poseidon’s pet beat us.
He will not have the glory of knowing I took the easy way out.
Move!
He is right.
You should use it.
It is too early in the game for you to die, Odysseus.
Your pride will be your ruin.
You cannot win this without help.
I can beat this beast on my own.
I do not need your help, goddess.
I will get home in spite of you...
and all the gods!
I will waste no more breath on you.
Not when it can be used for another purpose.
My king...
Who the hell is it you’re talking to back there?
I will beat this beast without your help, goddess.
The whirlpool!
It’s coming!
Better hold on to something.
Hold on, men.
It’s not just any whirlpool.
It’s a creature of Poseidon.
And if it’s hungry, we must feed it.
We must feed it until its belly is full.
Until it chokes!
Come on!
What do you mean feed it? Feed it with what?
Quick! Or we’ve already lost.
Yes, what the storm has taken from us.
Grab the ropes.
Anything, planks, barrels.
Grab anything you can.
Absolute madness. You went mad, old man.
Feed this beast. Fill its belly.
And if not...
I will choke it myself with my own body.
Looks like the sea must eat.
The fishing traps.
Yes, the provisions. Now!
The fishing traps? What are we going to eat?
We don’t need them.
We’ll be home in two days.
Or we’ll be dead trying to protect it.
Choke on it!
Choke on all of it!
It’s working! It’s working!
Now what we need is distance. Move!
Hear me, gods!
I am strong enough to fight my own battles.
Damn you! Damn you!
Gods.
Please, please help us.
Father...
Father, why have you abandoned us?
Odysseus is alive.
Who... who are you?
Save your breath, child.
Do not fear me.
How have you appeared like that?
Is this some magician’s trick?
A phantasm?
Please do not vex me, spirit!
Athena hears your prayers.
And you must hear my words.
Your father has not abandoned you.
And neither have the gods.
I am doing all that I can.
Never before have I seen a man fight for his home
so boldly as your father does in war.
He honors me.
And for that, I am doing all that I can.
But now, my child, I must ask the same of you.
You must protect your father’s house
at all costs, from within and from without.
You must be prepared to fight in war, yes.
But you must also be careful, watchful, and cunning.
It is time for boys to become men.
I see Odysseus in you.
Perhaps it will be enough.
Yes.
Perhaps it will be enough.
Be vigilant, Telemachus.
You will know it when the moment comes.
And then you will strike...
for your mother, for your father, and for me.
A toast, then.
A toast to our health,
and in gratitude to my most gracious hosts.
Who, if I might speak freely,
deserve a king who would protect them at home,
and not seek glory elsewhere.
And I most certainly could be that king.
A kingdom so fine deserves a ruler
who would never think to abandon it.
This is the king’s house.
Odysseus’s house.
My father’s house.
Ah.
And where exactly is your father, Telemachus?
I don’t see him.
All I see instead is a home deserted,
a kingdom undefended, vulnerable,
and of the king himself some stories.
The poets are talking out on the street.
Some say he’s lost at sea.
Others, that he dallies with Cersei herself.
And I myself have heard nothing but stories of
monsters and treasure
and violence and such bloodshed.
Whatever stories you’ve heard, you should know this:
while my father is gone and in his absence,
I am bound to defend what is his.
Well, if it’s a fight you’re looking for, boy.
Honorable Antinous.
Strong words do harm to the digestion.
And violence is an ill guest in this house or any.
Please.
Of course, my lady.
Of course.
But I wouldn’t need to be a guest if my queen
would take this suitor to be her husband.
I fear I cannot remarry.
What?
I cannot remarry until I finish this cloak
I’ve been making for my son.
It is only custom and proper.
A parting gift for my only flesh and blood.
Before my duties as queen to my new king
fill my days and my hand.
Indeed.
Now far be it from me to rush propriety.
And I surely look forward to viewing the finished product.
Must the entire sea move against Odysseus, Lord Poseidon?
Behavior from such a god seems small and petty.
This isn’t petty.
This is revenge!
For my son, for what Odysseus did to my son.
Your son, Lord Poseidon, was harming and murdering innocents.
Perhaps he will think twice next time.
Enjoy your pet hero while you can, Athena.
With your gifts.
Your meddling matters not.
Odysseus will not leave my ocean alive.
Polites, how is she?
Is she patched up yet?
She’s looking pretty good.
Pretty good, a little bit more...
beeswax and she’ll be good to go.
Good, good.
Set a course for home, Alkimos.
Yes, my king.
For home, and for our rewards.
Gold.
Yes, yes, indeed, Polites. Indeed.
And just on that, by the way, I’ve been meaning
to tell you, meaning to ask about...
Odysseus!
A monster!
The Scylla! Poseidon’s lap dog!
Alkimos, no!
Odysseus!
What do we do?
We try to outrun it.
The wind...
The wind will guide us.
Yes... Yes, faster!
Faster!
No!
No! There’s not enough wind at our back!
Not enough wind to fight!
Only the monster at our heels!
Damn my pride!
Athena! Athena!
I’m asking for help!
Another gift, then?
Goddess! We need weapons!
Ask, and it will be yours.
Strategy. And sight.
Sight.
That will be my second gift.
To see what is right in front of you.
What is right in front of me?
What? What does that mean?
My ship.
You ask for a weapon, and yet you sail one.
Yes.
Why didn’t I see that before?
The ship is a weapon.
Sometimes you are so worried about what is ahead,
that you fail to see what is directly in front of you.
Take heed, Odysseus.
You will defeat the monsters that surround you.
Odysseus?
Odysseus, you’re steering us...
You steer us right towards it!
Right towards the jaws of the beast!
Not the jaws! It’s belly!
We’ll run it through with the prow!
The ship will be our sword!
Yes! Yes!
Odysseus, it’s not going to work!
We’ve got to turn her around or we’re done for!
The current is too strong!
It’s not working!
She’s going to eat us alive!
Hold fast, Polites!
We need momentum!
I’m trying!
That’s the only belly-full you’ll get today!
Yes, Odysseus!
Yes!
Come on, Telemachus.
You must be ready to fight!
Or we’ll lose everything.
Come home, father. Quickly.
The cloak you make for me is nearly finished.
And there are unwanted guests in your house.
About the cloak...
Alas, my son.
I fear there is still so much work to be done.
This cloak may take many days to finish.
You’re undoing what you’ve done.
If only I could.
Mother, you’ve done nothing wrong.
It’s just...
What?
Undoing the cloak every night.
Sometimes clever is better than good.
I just pray it buys us the time he needs.
And if it doesn’t, then I will be ready to fight.
No one is taking this kingdom from us.
No one.
And I will be ready to fight.
Odysseus?
Odysseus.
Treacherous waters ahead.
♪ Come to us
That’s treacherous waters indeed.
It means we’re getting close to land now.
Huh.
That’s the first good thing I’ve heard all day.
We must stay clear of those rocks.
And I have less than a day before...
Yeah, before someone claims what is rightfully yours.
I know, my king. I know.
I am no king here.
There is only one king in the ocean.
And I hold no favor with him now.
♪ Come to us
Odysseus...
Can you hear that?
- Music? - No.
No, not the songs...
of the sirens, no.
♪ Come to us
No.
Polites, no. No!
Protect yourself!
No!
- Sirens. - Not the sirens!
They call to me.
No!
Cover your ears!
Protect yourself, Polites!
They speak to me.
Cover your ears! Protect yourself!
They want me to get my reward.
Rewards for a good man.
No. No!
They speak to me.
I hear the song. It’s in my head!
They speak to me.
Telemachus is the real problem here.
The woman? I can handle.
But the boy?
Any loyal dog would struggle obeying a new master.
And I wouldn’t blame him.
But once this is all mine,
he will still be a thorn in my side.
And his mother falling into line won’t help.
No.
He’s going to require a far stronger hand.
It’s not a matter of if.
Simply put, the question becomes do I take care
of Telemachus now, or do I take care of him later?
It’s like my father used to say.
Only a fool leaves today’s jobs until tomorrow.
Well, Antinous is no fool.
Neither will this loyal dog.
No.
This loyal dog will be ready for you, Antinous.
My reward...
Speak to me.
Odysseus! I need to get my rewards!
What? What are you doing?
My rewards, my gold! They’re speaking to me!
- Not when we’re so close! - Yes!
No! Just pass the rocks, and we’re nearly home!
They speak to me!
Polites! Polites!
Wake up!
Take this beeswax!
Put it in your ears!
We must block their song!
We must block the siren’s song!
Block it!
We cannot hear them!
We’ve got to stay clear of them!
We’ve got to stay away!
Steady on the course...
until we can’t hear them!
Steer away...
Steer away.
That song... That song...
Oh...
I want to hear that song.
Odysseus!
- That song... - Odysseus!
Odysseus! Don’t listen to them!
Here!
No, the wax!
The wax!
The song...
Odysseus! We’re leaving! We’re getting out of here!
I want to hear that song.
They know nothing but death!
- They want to help us. - They do not.
- They do want to help us. - They don’t want to help us.
- Polites... - Think of your family!
- Polites, they want to help us. - No, no, no!
They will not!
Polites, they know how to get home.
We’ve come this far!
- Polites... - We’ve come this far!
- They only know death! - They have wisdom!
They only know death!
Their song is wisdom.
Hey! Snap out of it!
They want to help us.
They know what lies beneath the waves.
I must hear this song.
Song of the sirens.
What a beautiful song.
Huh.
They want to help us get home.
They do.
They have knowledge.
Polites, they have wisdom.
- Odysseus... - Their beautiful song.
I must hear it.
Odysseus, they know nothing but death.
They have knowledge.
They know nothing but death.
Think of home.
The song.
No, Polites, we must steer towards them.
Polites, they want to help us!
No, they don’t!
Yes! Their song!
I want to hear their song...
Please, Polites. They sing for me!
Odysseus!
Hear me, Odysseus!
You must not listen to them, Odysseus!
I can only hear their song.
Odysseus!
No!
You can’t hear me over their song!
Odysseus!
You will die if you don’t make it past these rocks!
And if you cannot hear me, I cannot help you!
I cannot help you.
Odysseus!
Odysseus, no!
Polites, we must steer away from the rocks.
Please steer away from them.
We must get to Ithaca.
They will give us a hero’s welcome.
A king’s welcome.
Damn the sirens.
And damn these seas, too.
Polites, please forgive me.
You have saved both of our lives.
It was an honor, my king.
But now our course is set.
You are almost home.
And that is your reward.
But mind, my king, my reward is treasure.
You must listen to me. You don’t understand.
No, no, no, I do understand.
You have a gift from the gods.
And Ithaca, now that is your reward.
Now I am in pursuit of mine.
You said, your words.
What do you mean?
Gifts for good men. Did you not?
Please, you do not understand.
No, I do understand. It’s you that doesn’t understand.
I saw Athena herself give it to you.
- I saw her. - No, no.
A gift from the gods. Reward.
No, it’s not a gift.
- Oh, it’s not a gift? - No, it’s not.
I see it.
I see, clever Polites, loyal Polites,
worthy of scars Polites,
but not worthy of a gift from the gods, is that it?
Please listen to me. Please listen to me.
Exactly like Troy, is it?
Exactly like Troy.
I am going to take what is owed to me.
For good men.
No, no, do not take that. Do not take that!
Bring it back. You do not understand.
- No, stop. - I do understand.
Stop! Polites, please, please.
My King, I am only opening this
because this is what is owed to me.
- No. - Yes.
Athena.
Athena, please.
Perhaps the fates are more generous than we thought.
Athena.
Even the winds had mercy on you and brought you home.
Reward. Reward.
Great Odysseus finally returned to the shores of Ithaca.
Ithaca.
Telemachus... Penelope!
The great Odysseus...
At the end of his ropes.
No.
Not yet. Not quite.
Look.
There, Your Majesty.
Your people are in panic.
Perhaps there is no more glory left for you here.
Penelope and Telemachus are doing all they can.
But your city is being taken by force.
My world burns.
And the gods abandon me with my hands tied.
I can offer no more aid, and you know this.
By breathing wind into your sails,
strategizing your boat as a weapon,
and giving you a bag of wind,
your three gifts have been used.
But great goddess, I never opened the bag of winds.
It was Polites. Polites opened the bag of winds.
Not I.
A wrinkle.
Perhaps it is enough for the gods to allow me
to aid you one last time on your journey.
I have one boon. One gift left.
I just pray I don’t have to use it.
Yes, but you cannot just go home, Odysseus.
Not anymore.
The people of Ithaca, they are a mob.
They run through the streets hungry for blood.
They would have yours.
You will not make it past them.
You will not even make it to your front door.
And if you did, the suitors would be waiting for you.
In disguise.
In disguise to hide my face in my own kingdom.
I shall dress as a wandering beggar
and learn how things stand.
What will you do, Great Odysseus?
I will defend my home.
My family.
I must stop this before it’s too late.
Or even if it’s as you say,
there’s no glory left for either of us.
Finish the game, Odysseus.
And finish it well.
For not all gods have abandoned you.
And Poseidon still thirsts for revenge.
We must do something, Mother.
No.
I will not let them kill you.
You must get control of the city.
We will wait until your father returns.
Rioting!
Looting and violence,
and you want to wait for Odysseus to return?
Do you still think you’ll have a kingdom by then?
Without a king, my queen,
the city succumbs to its more primal urges.
I will take your hand and the crown with it.
And all will be well when King Antinous reigns.
It is time, my lord.
Time enough indeed for the final challenge.
No more games, loyal widow.
Being king is no game.
And only the worthy wear our crown
and complete this final task.
Only our king can fire an arrow through those axe blades.
And only our king has done it.
So are you our king, Antinous?
Or does Odysseus, even in his absence, carry the crown?
You’re not worth of such a great feat!
I challenge you for my Father’s kingdom!
Snake in the grass!
Stay in your place, pup!
Telemachus!
But if I must, I will teach you to keep your place!
The crown will never be yours!
Snake in the grass!
Interloper! Villain!
Yes, I am.
And much worse.
Begging your apologies.
I was merely returning the young man his sword.
I...
I would like to ask the young lady if I may compete.
Another suitor?
With the queen’s permission, of course.
We need no more suitors!
I will--
The courtesy of my husband’s house
is much diminished as of late.
You may compete.
And I pray you might restore what has been lost.
Only Odysseus can put an arrow through those axe blades.
So, let’s see how good you are.
Good.
Clever.
Clever is better than good.
It’s a farce!
He can’t even keep the arrow straight, my queen.
Best keep your eye on the target, old man.
So, only Odysseus himself can make this shot.
And I must be Odysseus.
But Odysseus is dead!
- No! - Father!
You have overstayed your welcome in my house too long!
Antinous!
You can leave on your own accord.
Never!
This kingdom is mine!
Or you can go another way!
Death is too good for you.
Watch your tongue!
Or we will take it from you.
No!
My gods!
Help me!
Have mercy on me!
Here I am, monster!
I’ll slaughter you and your family,
and the whole of Ithaca!
No! No!
Here I am! Here I am!
I’m the one you want!
Take me! Take me!
Father!
Odysseus?
Odysseus!
No!
What did he say to you, son?
Tell me! Tell me quickly!
What were his final words to you?
I don’t understand!
Telemachus...
What were his final words?
He said, third gift.
Third gift?
And then...
And then nothing more.
So clever.
The king of Ithaca.
Clever to his last.
Oh, goddess Athena.
My love.
You have suffered enough these past many days.
But the game’s over.
Odysseus...
Wins.
What do you mean?
He didn’t win.
He’s dead. He’s gone!
Do not be troubled, son of Odysseus.
Once again, your father’s glory honors me.
With his final breath,
your husband requested his last wish.
May I grant it?
Yes.
Yes, please.
Clever is indeed greater than good.
- Father! - He’s alive!
Goddess Athena, thank you.
It was your husband who outsmarted death.
I am glad to see you all reunited.
My son...
Oh, my son.
I was gone.
The goddess.
Athena has granted me my third wish.
My father more clever than the gods themselves.
The river Styx can wait...
But a moment longer.
Oh...
You took your time, old man.
The wind.
The wind was against me.
I have heard such stories.
You seem as if from a dream.
Are you really here?
Or are the gods still playing games.
I have not the strength for their sport any longer.
Nor do I.
Nor do I, my queen.
King of Ithaca, why have you returned to this place?
I have but one goal.
One destination.
Not Ithaca, not this house,
not the crown was my goal.
I care not for the seas or the skies.
I sought no monsters, nor gods.
I only sought you.
Only you.
You... You were the safe harbor I fought
so desperately to get home to.
And home you will stay.
Yes, I will.
Home.
The only journey worth the fight.
Home.
Home at last.