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NESTOR:
Look at the men's faces.
Achilles surveys the faces of the battle-weary soldiers.
NESTOR:
You can save hundreds of them. You
can end this war with a swing of
your sword.
(beat)
Think how many songs they'll sing
in your honor.
(beat)
Let them go home to their wives.
The soldiers, awed in his presence, stare at Achilles. He
finally turns and walks toward Boagrius.
Agamemnon watches Achilles with undisguised hostility.
AGAMEMNON:
(to Nestor, under
his breath)
Of all the warlords loved by the
gods, I hate him most.
NESTOR:
We need him, my king.
AGAMEMNON:
For now.
6A ACHILLES 6A
When Achilles is forty yards from the giant, Boagrius
turns to his army and shakes his spear over his head.
They cheer, slamming their bronze swords against their
bronze shields.
(CONTINUED)
8.
6A CONTINUED:
6AAchilles keeps coming. He looks up at the circling crows.
Boagrius turns and throws his spear. The bronze spearhead
glitters in the sun, blazing straight for Achilles.
Without breaking stride, Achilles raises the shield. The
spearhead blasts through the bronze skin of the shield,
through the thick leather on the underside, stopping
inches from Achilles' face.
Achilles keeps coming.
Boagrius hoists a second spear and hurls it, grunting with
effort. Again Achilles raises his shield, again the
spearhead tears through the shield but does not harm
Achilles.
Achilles casts aside the shield and keeps coming.
Boagrius unsheathes his tremendous bronze sword. He opens
his mouth, lets loose a battle cry, and charges at
Achilles.
When Boagrius raises his sword, Achilles lunges forward
with terrifying speed. It does not seem possible that he
could close the gap between them so quickly, but he does,
thrusting his sword straight through Boagrius'
breastplate.
Achilles pulls his sword from the giant's chest and
continues walking toward the Thessalonian line, never
looking back.
Boagrius stares down at the hole in his breastplate.
Blood pumps out, pouring down the polished bronze. He
topples over.
The Mycenaean Army ERUPTS with exultant victory cries.
Achilles now stands in front of the massed Thessalonian
troops. He searches from face to face. None of the
soldiers are willing to make eye contact with him.
Finally Triopas steps out of the ranks.
TRIOPAS:
Who are you, soldier?
ACHILLES:
Achilles, son of Peleus.
(CONTINUED)
9.
6A CONTINUED:
(2) 6ATRIOPAS:
Achilles. I won't forget the name.
Triopas offers Achilles the heavy gold SCEPTER.
TRIOPAS:
The ruler of Thessaly carries this
scepter. Give it to your king.
ACHILLES:
He's not my king.
Achilles walks west, away from both armies. The soldiers
watch him go in silence.
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