Odyssey, The (2026)

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NARRATOR:

Hear now the song of Troy,

and of the years

the sea would not forget.

There was a city once...

Land ahoy!

Walls higher than

any siege tower,

thick enough that no

battering ram could crack them.

A city that should

never have fallen,

crowned in gold,

its walls raised

by the hands of gods.

Prince of Troy, Paris,

set his heart on Helen,

wife of Menelaus,

king of Sparta,

a woman already claimed.

He carried her away

to have her as his own.

And so the kingdoms of

Greece rose as one.

For ten long years Greece

laid siege to Troy.

Spears broke, but

their walls did not.

Among the Greeks

walked a man who carried

no sword sharper than his mind.

He knew what the

others could not see:

that Troy would not be broken.

It would have to be deceived.

Odysseus, king of Ithaca,

patient as the tide,

cunning as a fox in winter.

A decades long w*r had ended,

but for Odysseus,

the longest journey

was only 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 w*r, 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.

[shouting]

Trojans!

If the gods are willing.

WOMAN: 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.

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 w*r 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 w*r,

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.

-Let's do this.

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 w*r.

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 k*lled a lot of

men to protect my home.

w*r 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 w*r 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.

NARRATOR: From Troy, Odysseus

launched his journey home

with 12 ships and 600 men.

At home in Ithaca,

Odysseus's dear wife Penelope

dreams of her love

bearing the brutal seas

to find his way home to her.

[shouting]

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.

[sobs]

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 w*r 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 w*r is over now.

But our battle

is just beginning.

Goddess Athena...

Help us.

I pray.

But help Odysseus.

Help my father.

Please.

NARRATOR: The mighty storm

that struck Odysseus

ravaged the sea for ten days,

taking them far off course.

After battling

the storms at 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 w*r 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!

NARRATOR: Perilous winds

take their toll on the voyagers

who now take shore on

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 it's that gold that's

going to help us get a ship.

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!

Help! Help!

[whimpering]

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

w*r, 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 b*stard.

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 guests.

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!

[stomping]

Thieves, who are you?

We're nobody!

Grab the treasure! Run!

[shouting]

[roars]

Go! I'll keep him busy!

We fight with you,

my king!

[shouts]

[grunts]

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...

Okay, let's go.

-Go!

-I got it, I got it, I got it.

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 Telemachus.

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.

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.

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'll steer her through this.

And through the underworld,

if need be and back.

[grunting]

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.

[laughing]

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?

[belches]

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 w*r.

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 w*r, 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.

[laughing]

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.

POSEIDON:

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.

POSEIDON: 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!

[screams]

Alkimos, no!

Odysseus!

What do we do?

We try to outrun it.

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!

[shouting]

[laughing]

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.

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...

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.

[singing]

Odysseus...

Can you hear that?

-Music?

-No.

No, not the songs.

The sirens, no.

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.

[shouts]

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.

[singing]

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 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!

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.

[wind howling]

Athena.

Athena, please.

POSEIDON: Athena will not

save you, Odysseus.

We will finish this w*r

you started.

And it will end with your blood

filling my oceans.

[coughing]

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 k*ll 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!

[grunts]

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.

[laughing]

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 take everything

from you, Odysseus!

I will drown all of Ithaca,

drown your house,

and your family!

No! No!

Here I am! Here I am!

I'm the one you want!

Take me! Take me!

Father!

Father!

[whispering]

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