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Spartans, citizen-soldiers,

freed slaves.

Brave Greeks, all.

Brothers, fathers, sons...

...we march.

For honor's sake, for duty's sake,

for glory's sake, we march.

Look! Persians.

Into hell's mouth we march.

Let's watch these motherless dogs...

...as they're embraced by the loving arms

of Greece herself. Come.

True.

It does look like rain.

Zeus stabs the sky

with thunderbolts...

...and batters the Persian ships

with hurricane wind.

Glorious.

Only one among us

keeps his Spartan reserve.

Only he.

Only our king.

My queen?

My queen...

...the courtyard is a more fitting place

for a married woman.

I'm afraid gossip and protocol...

...are the least of my worries now,

councilman.

Is such secrecy needed?

How am I to trust beyond the walls

of my own home?

Even here, Theron has eyes and ears

which fuel Sparta with doubt and fear.

You speak as if all Sparta

conspires against you.

I wish it were only against me.

Many on our council

would vote to give all we have...

...and follow Leonidas...

...but you must show them favor.

And you can arrange for me

to speak to the council?

If it is reason they want,

I will let them know.

Know what, my queen?

Freedom isn't free at all.

That it comes with the highest of costs,

the cost of blood.

I will do my best to gather our council.

And its chamber

shall be filled with your voice.

- I'm in your debt.

- No.

Leonidas is my king as well as yours.

I saw those ships smash on the rocks.

How can this be?

We saw but a fraction of the monster

that is Xerxes' army.

There can be no victory here.

Why do you smile?

Arcadian...

...I have fought countless times...

...yet I've never met an adversary

who could offer me...

...what we Spartans

call "a beautiful death."

I can only hope...

...with all the world's warriors

gathered against us...

...there might be one down there

who's up to the task.

Move!

Keep going, you dogs!

Move!

Forward, I say!

Stop here!

Who commands here?

I am the emissary...

...to the ruler of all the world...

...the god of gods, king of kings...

...and by that authority...

...I demand that someone

show me your commander.

Listen. Do you think the paltry dozen

you slew scares us?

These hills swarm with our scouts.

And do you think your pathetic wall

will do anything...

...except fall like a heap of dry leaves

in the face of...?

Our ancestors built this wall...

...using ancient stones

from the bosom of Greece herself.

And with a little Spartan help...

...your Persian scouts

supplied the mortar.

You will pay for your barbarism!

My arm!

It's not yours anymore.

Go now. Run along and tell your Xerxes

he faces free men here...

...not slaves.

Do it quickly...

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