Clash of the Titans Page #2

But up to now I've lived

all my life in Seriphos.

Someday I will return

to reclaim Argos.

- After I was born, my mother and I--

- I know!

- You do?

- Certainly.

The beautiful princess

and the jealous tyrant...

...you and your mother

thrown into the sea...

...and the destruction of Argos.

It's been a popular story here

for the past 20 years.

I, myself, wrote a poem about it.

- Rather moving, as I recall.

- Then...

...can you explain

what happened to me tonight?

The gods of Olympus are mysterious,

and their motives are erratic.

My advice to you:

Return to the calm of Seriphos

as quickly as you can.

But my mother's last wish was

that I would restore her homeland.

Joppa would be a better starting place

than some remote little island.

Well, in that case...

...you ought to get something

more becoming to wear.

I mean, something more fitting...

...something more appropriate

for a prince, so to speak. Get out!

And look at this!

Ah, that looks well.

That will do very well.

Your sword.

Welcome to Joppa, Prince Perseus.

You set him down half-naked

in a strange, despairing city?

- Chance?

- Nothing to do with chance and you know it!

A deliberate and malicious act

unworthy of a goddess!

- You accuse me?

- Well, one thing is certain.

My son needs more than an actor's

cloak and a wooden sword!

Provide him with suitable weapons.

Weapons of divine temper.

A helmet!

A sword!

A shield!

And he must have them with all speed!

- All for love of Danae.

- No!

So many women have attracted him,

he couldn't remember her.

It's his foolish pride

in a handsome son.

As you say, so many women. And all

these transformations he invents...

...to seduce them.

Sometimes a shower of gold...

...a bull or a swan. He tried

to ravish me disguised as a cuttlefish.

- Did he succeed?

- Certainly not.

- What did you do?

- Beat him at his own game.

I turned myself into a shark.

Mm. Why, you're up with the sun.

Beautiful morning!

Magical!

I found this here by the statue.

That is the likeness of the goddess

of love. It's remarkable.

- A sword, eh?

- Yes.

- This is no ordinary sword.

- It's a strange metal.

It's neither brass nor iron.

It's like no metal I have ever seen.

By the gods!

There's a shield!

And over there's a helmet!

I was right to say, "By the gods!"

Who else could make a sword...

...that slices through solid marble...

...without leaving the slightest

blemish on the blade?

If the sword can do that...

...what about the helmet

and the shield?

We'd better--

That is, you'd better find out.

- I'll try the helmet.

- No! Try me first.

- What did you say?

- I didn't say anything.

The sound came from over by

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