1 EXT. THESSALIAN VALLEY - DAY 1
A mangy, bone-thin DOG lopes across the broad valley
floor, sniffing at the ground. At first the scene
tall grass, patches of wildflowers, blue
But as the dog keeps running we see signs of conflict. A
spear, half imbedded in the earth, rises at an angle. A
bronze helmet, cracked and bloodied, lies on its side.
The dog pauses to sniff the helmet then continues his
search. Finally he stops, hackles on his back rising,
ears pricked up. He growls, and we see what the dog sees.
Dozens of CROWS have descended into a shallow ravine.
They squabble and peck, clustered around something on the
The dog growls louder and charges at the crows. The black
birds flap away to safety, shrieking in protest.
A DEAD SOLDIER lies facedown in the ravine. Whatever
armor he wore was stripped away, leaving his body to the
The dog walks slowly to the dead man, sniffing at the
corpse's hands. The dog whines and licks the man's
Something in the air disturbs the dog, who looks up. And
now we hear it, faintly, in the distance. HOOF BEATS and
chariot wheels, marching men, the clank of bronze armor
The dog runs, abandoning his dead master.
1A THE MYCENAEAN ARMY 1A
five thousand strong, storms into the valley from the
south. Armored with bronze breastplates, helmets and
shields, the soldiers glitter in the morning sun.
Riding alongside the infantry are dozens of horse-drawn
CHARIOTS, each holding a DRIVER, a SPEARMAN and an
On the opposite side of the valley, three thousand
THESSALONIAN SOLDIERS march into view. The Thessalonians
are less disciplined, their armor and weaponry less
When each army reaches the battlefield they stop and stare
one another down, two hundred yards distant.
1B A MYCENAEAN CHARIOT AND A THESSALONIA CHARIOT 1B
emerge from their respective sides and meet at the center
of the field.
AGAMEMNON, king of the Mycenaeans, rides in his chariot
with a DRIVER and a SPEARMAN. Agamemnon holds a gold
SCEPTER, symbol of command. His breast plate is engraved
with an Alpha.
His counterpart in the Thessalonian cart, TRIOPAS (60),
does not project equal confidence. He eyes the size of
the Mycenaean army with evident unease. He holds his own
Both kings step down from their chariots and approach each
other. They stare at one another for several seconds.
Agamemnon smiles and looks into the sky.
The crows wheel overhead, cawing.
It's a good day for the crows.
I told you yesterday and I'll tell
you again today. Remove your army
from my land.
Agamemnon smiles again and turns to examine the valley.
I like your land. I think we'll
I like your soldiers, too. They
fought bravely yesterday. Not
well, but bravely.
They'll never fight for you.
That's what the Messenians said,
too. And the Arcadians. And the
Epeians. They're all fighting for
You can't rule the whole world,
Agamemnon. It's too big. Even for
Agamemnon surveys Triopas's army.
I don't want to watch another
massacre. Let's end this war in
the old manner.
Your best fighter against my best.
For the first time, Triopas looks hopeful.
And if my man wins?
We'll leave Thessaly for good.
I'm a generous man. If mine wins,
you keep your throne. But Thessaly
falls under my command, to fight
with me whenever I call.